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bobohu4eva · 4 years ago

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Pink Lace - Chapter 7 (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut (nothing too wild this time)

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s

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Friday went by in a blur. You finally wrote your essay, which was sent to Baekhyun after you got home from class. Class. It had been hard. Really hard. The material was challenging too, but you were more focused on how sexy Baekhyun looked in his nice professor clothes. How had you gotten this lucky? You laughed like an idiot when he saw you and innocently pulled down the hem of his shirt with one eyebrow raised at you, making fun of the marks he had so graciously placed on your neck. Lucas had seemed to notice the marks as well, since he seemed weirdly focused on his work and didn’t speak to you at all, a nice change from his usual nagging about why you wouldn’t text him back.

You couldn’t stop thinking about work the next day. Baekhyun would be there again of course, and this would be the first time for you to see him there after admitting your feelings. It gave you whiplash how quickly your opinion of him had changed in such a short time, but you had no regrets. If the last two weeks had taught you anything, it was to not second guess yourself. You were ready to get in there and give the man the lap dance of his damn life, and hopefully more. Oh how you looked forward to it.

Saturday morning, you got down to business. Of course you always tried to look a little extra nice when he’d been there in the past, but today was the real deal. You needed to be fully exfoliated, face-masked, and beautiful. There was no such thing as over preparing. Not today. You even used one of those bath bombs with glitter in it so your whole body would shimmer under the club lights.

You made a point of it to wear the same outfit you’d worn the first night he’d met you; a baby pink lace bodysuit with generous cutouts, a thong, and sparkly white heels.

You left ample time to make sure your hair and makeup would be perfect as well. For the hair you’d opted to keep it down and add a little bit of curl, as for makeup, you wanted to positively sparkle. For the first time since you’d started working as a dancer, you tasked Mia with doing your makeup since she was more skilled at it than you.

“So you want a lot of glitter and glowy-ness, right?” She asked as she dabbed foundation on your cheeks.

“Just make me look like the goddess I am.” You said, closing your eyes and smiling at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue beating your face.

“Got it boss.”

After what felt like forever, she finally turned you around to look in the mirror. Your jaw dropped. She’d done your makeup before for stuff like prom when you guys were younger, but she had really outdone herself this time.

Your skin looked like it was glowing from within, with flecks of holographic glitter sparkling every color of the rainbow across your cheeks. Your eyeliner was perfect, and she’d even overlined your lips a bit and added some highlight onto them to make them look extra kissable. It wasn’t too much, just the perfect amount to spice up your features and make you feel like a million bucks.

“Holy shit Mia I love you. I look hot.”

“You’re really gonna give him a hard time tonight.” She winked at you, and you decided you wanted to give him a bit of a preview, tease the man a little.

You and Baekhyun had been texting each other pretty consistently for the last couple days already. You slipped into your designated outfit for the night and took a few pictures to send him, only showing little parts of you at a time. You selected your two favorites, and hit send.

You: (5:46pm) I can’t wait to see you later ;)

Baekhyun: (5:52pm) Holy fuck. You know what that outfit does to me.

You grinned down at your phone at his reaction, heart fluttering and butterflies flying about in your belly. This feeling was so disgustingly sweet, but you loved every second of it.

After changing back into your regular clothes, you packed your outfit and got ready to leave after having dinner with Mia.

The club opened at 7pm sharp, and you were there right on time. You went back into the dressing room to change into your carefully selected lingerie and shoes, adding a spray of your favorite perfume as a final touch before getting back out onto the floor to start your night.

“Holy shit Candy.” You heard your manager say as you signed in for the night. “special occasion?”

Tonight, not even his comments could dampen your mood. “You could say that.” You replied cheerfully before sitting down at the bar where you usually waited until Baekhyun arrived.

After sitting for a little while you were called up on stage, so you walked across the room, making sure to sway your hips on the way, and walked up the stairs to the platform with the pole.

You walked slowly around the pole a couple times, getting into the feel of the music. Luckily the dj was on your side tonight, and was playing something slow and sensual enough for you to really get down to. You started to do your usual thing, a couple little spins on the pole, a bend over and shake of the ass here and there, before slowly laying down for some floor work. There were already a decent amount of people in the club, and a few had come up to the stage now to tip you. For maximum tips, you spent a little while in front of each of them either playing with your boobs in front of their face or turning around and shaking your ass as they threw money at you.

The way your club worked was you did one song with your outfit on, and the second song topless. When you heard your fist song coming to an end you stood back up, turning around to face your back to the room as you took it off, to make for a more dramatic reveal. You slowly peeled the thin fabric of the bodysuit off, stepping out of it leaving you in only your thong and shoes.

When you turned back around, Baekhyun’s eyes met yours from across the room. He must’ve walked in as you were facing the wall.

Immediately you grinned, and he looked just as thrilled to see you as well, sitting down at the empty table closest to the stage. He never tipped on stage, you assumed because he was shy about standing up there in front of everyone. Not that you minded, since he always paid you generously anyway. But tonight you didn’t even care about his money.

It seemed he’d put some extra effort into his look for tonight as well. 90% of the time when he would come in he was in sweats, but not today. His black jeans hugged his thighs in a way that made your mouth water, and the fitted white shirt he wore showed off the broadness of his shoulders wonderfully. His black hair was styled out of his face and his glasses were hanging off the neckline of his shirt, further defining the swells of his chest.

Oh how you had missed this. Seeing him here, absolutely enamored with you.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and got back to dancing, this time paying special attention to his side of the room. You made sure to send little smirks his way as you did your thing. Once you’d made your way back onto the floor of the stage, you laid on your back on the edge closest to him, arching your back and running your hands up and down your bare body suggestively as you locked eyes.

He looked like he was about to faint.

Eventually the song came to an end. You gathered all the cash that had been thrown at you and got your outfit back on before walking off stage and directly onto Baekhyun’s waiting lap.

“If you’re trying to kill me, it’s working.” You giggled at his words, blushing.

“Thank you, I know this is your favorite outfit on me, right?” You asked, gesturing down to your lacy pink bodysuit.

“Of course.” He was smiling so widely, you thought this might be the happiest you’d ever seen him before. “You look so good tonight, you always look good of course, but holy shit. You’re really so beautiful.”

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, the way he was looking at you would’ve made any girl swoon. Oh how beautiful he was as well.

“You’re literally sparkling.” He observed, looking down at the skin of your thigh and all the little silver flecks that were reflecting the spotlights as they moved around the room. “I’m gonna be covered in glitter when I get home aren’t I?”

You laughed, “Yeah, sorry.”

“Oh the things I do for you.”

“I missed this, the two of us hanging out together here, like this.” You whispered in his ear.

You could feel just how warm Baekhyun was. His cheeks were the cutest shade of pink.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Are you gonna be mad if I take you upstairs before ordering us drinks? I don’t think I can wait tonight.” He swallowed.

“No, I think that’s a great idea.”

“Then I need you to get off my lap babe.” You happily obliged.

As you made your way across the room towards the stairs together, your heart rate began to increase. Never in your life had you been this nervous to give someone a dance. Or maybe nervous wasn’t the right word. Anxious. You were anxious, not nervous. You weren’t scared, you just wanted to do your best to make him enjoy himself.

The both of you knew it wouldn’t be a normal lap dance today. You wouldn’t just dance for a few songs and then sit and talk like usual. There was no way either of you would have the self control to keep it at that.

When you finally got into the room Baekhyun handed you the usual stack of cash, and you started pulling down the straps of your bodysuit when he stopped you.

“I, um, can you keep it on actually? Nothing against your boobs, they’re great, but I just really like this on you.” He said as he sat down and put his glasses on.

You laughed, but put the straps back in place. “Whatever you want.”

Usually, you’d set a timer for an hour. Tonight you didn’t bother.

You got right to it, sitting yourself in between his spread legs and leaning back against his chest. You rolled your body over his to the music, before turning your head to once again whisper in his ear. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

You turned your body to face him, both hands running up and down his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating beneath your palm.

“Can I touch you?” He asked.

After considering it for a moment, you leaned in towards his ear again.

“You can do whatever you want.” Your bottom lip grazed his earlobe as you said it, and you saw him shiver.

Not a second later you felt his hands start to explore your lace covered torso.

“God, this is a criminal piece of clothing. Why is it so soft.” His hand eventually found it’s way to your neck, where he moved your hair out of the way to admire the marks he’d placed upon it. “So beautiful.” He murmured as he traced his fingers across the trail of bruises he’d left you with.

You stood back up straight in front of him, turned around, and bent over, running your hands across your whole backside and down your thighs. For the first time, his hands made contact with the bare skin of your ass.

“Let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable at all.”

You turned to face him again, planting a knee on either side of his left thigh. “I told you. Whatever. You. Want.” You paused between each word, just to make it a little more dramatic. He swallowed.

It was true. If he decided he wanted to fuck you right then and there, you weren’t going to stop him.

“Really? Anything?”

“Anything.” You repeated.

He was still staring into your eyes, looking slightly concerned, but he found no reason in them to not believe you. You truly wanted him to do whatever he felt like doing with you.

“Come here then.” He grabbed you by the waist firmly and lifted you off his thigh, instead placing you atop his lap completely, one knee now on either side of his body.

You’d never sat with a customer like this. Of course you’d sit on their laps facing away from them all the time, but this felt so much more intimate. You felt the hardness beneath his pants against you, close, too close, to where you wanted him the most. You put your hands back onto his chest and just stared back at him with wide eyes.

“And I can touch you anywhere?”

“Anywhere you want.” You confirmed.

He looked down from your eyes to your chest. One of his hands crept up from your waist, over your ribcage, until he let it rest over the fabric supporting your chest. He ran a thumb over your nipple where it was hiding beneath the lace, causing you to inhale sharply.

Immediately his eyes shot back up to yours, still worried that he was somehow making you uncomfortable, but the look on your face quickly washed his worries away. He felt your heart beating beneath his palm the same way you’d felt his earlier as well.

“Are you s-sure you want me to keep it on?” You asked shakily.

Instead of answering he slipped a finger beneath each of the straps and dragged them down your shoulders until your chest was once again bare. He hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted you to keep it on, but taking it off himself seemed like an even better option now. He bit his lip as he watched the fabric give way, exposing you to him. He stayed silent for a second before finally speaking.

“So, so, perfect.”

You were sure he noticed your whole body flush red at his statement.

His hands were soon back on your ribcage, pulling the bodysuit further down your torso until your entire upper body was naked. Your cheeks were starting to go numb from the excitement and your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it too.

The entire time he undressed you, your eyes were fixed on his pink lips. Oh how they were tempting you. You didn’t remember ever being this turned on in your life. Once he’d had a minute to stare at your chest you quickly took the item off the rest of the way before returning to your previous position straddling his lap.

His hands were warm on your waist as he pulled you closer towards him, until your chests touched. His face was close enough to yours that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You both just stared for a moment, until something in you snapped and you closed the distance, bringing your lips to his.

You swore there was something about the taste of his lips that was like a drug to you. The second you touched your mouth to his, your whole body felt electrified. Was this that fireworks bullshit people always talked about?

He returned the kiss the passion, but you could tell unlike in his office, he was now taking his time. Your lips moved against each other slowly as you let your fingers run through his hair. It wasn’t rushed, he let his lips move at a relaxed pace as he started to explore your mouth with his own. You felt his tongue ask for entrance and parted your lips, allowing you to taste each other.

You felt one of his hands start to move upwards from your waist, to your ribcage, until it found the soft flesh of your chest, squeezing slightly, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“I’ve fantasized about this so many times.” He broke away from the kiss just enough to get the words out. “You have no idea.”

You shivered at his words, feeling how they made the knot in your stomach tighten in excitement. When he moved his hand to your other breast and flicked a sensitive nipple with his thumb, you moaned out his name shamelessly.

“Fuck, you sound so hot”

His kisses moved from your lips, down your jaw, and to the side of your neck. He placed a gentle kiss beneath your ear giving you chills, before pressing his lips softly to each of the purple marks, making his way all the way down to your collarbone. The whole time his hands continued kneading your chest, making you nearly lose your mind.

You had been touched before, but not like this. You realized that the handful of boys you had allowed to touch you in the past hadn’t known what they were doing at all, Baekhyun did. His expert hands worshipped your bare skin expertly as he continued placing soft kisses down your neck, this time without any sucking or biting that would leave marks. He was enjoying you slowly, softly, but you were impatient and wanted more.

“Baekhyun, please” you whined.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

You let out another annoyed whine, wanting, needing, something more to relieve the unbearable tension that was building between your legs. After another few seconds of waiting to see if he’d finally do anything more without any luck, you took matters into your own hands. You started to roll your hips against him, feeling the hardness in his pants through the thin fabric of your thong.

His hands flew down to your hips, gripping them firmly in an attempt to stop your movements, but you continued anyway. After several more rolls of your hips over his hard length, he gave in.

“God, y/n.” He breathed out, voice shaking slightly. “Shit.”

He began to grow needier as well, eventually using his hands on your hips to guide you, rather than stop you, as you continued grinding against him.

Your lips crashed into each other once more, this time with more desperation. He sucked, bit, and licked at your lips, as you did with his. He kept one hand on your hip, sliding down to grope your ass as the other made its way back up towards your chest. The hand on your ass squeezed and pushed you forwards to the beat of the music, pushing you firmly against the tent in his pants.

You still wanted more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere, and you wanted to feel him. In a feeble attempt to try to convince him to give you what you wanted you snaked a hand between your bodies, running it down his chest and then his stomach until you got to the top of his jeans. You let your hand inch down just a little bit further, until you could palm him through his jeans.

This time you let your kisses travel to his neck, before whispering in his ear “Please, I need more.” You could hear the neediness in your voice, but you were way too turned on to feel any shame. “Baekhyun, please.”

He already felt like he was about to burst just with the way you rolled your hips against him. It took every ounce of self restraint in his body not to just yank his pants down, rip off your underwear and shove himself inside you. Feeling your hand over his cock, hearing you literally begging him for more, was too much.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna come.” He said, sinking his fingers into your thigh hard enough to bruise, bringing your ministrations to a halt.

You leaned back slightly to look at him and saw his eyes closed, brows furrowed with a pained expression on his face. He was really having to hold himself back. You let out a disappointed sound that was somewhere between a whine and a moan.

“That’s okay though.” You honestly wouldn’t have minded, it happened fairly often anyway when you gave lap dances, nothing you weren’t used to. “Please?” You continued to beg, resuming the movement of your hips as well.

A muffled “Oh my god” was all he could get out before his hands were back on you.

He still wouldn’t touch you the way you wanted him to, leaving you more and more wound up and desperate as you whined in his ear with every roll of your hips. His eyes were still closed and his head was tipped back against the couch, giving you access to the smooth skin of his neck. You left kisses all over the soft skin as you kept up the motion of your hips, and you knew he was about to crumble.

You weren’t doing much better yourself. His hands found their way back to your chest, kneading and pinching the sensitive skin perfectly, reducing you to a quivering mess above him. The tension in the pit of your stomach kept building, and you knew you were close as well.

Not a minute later you felt your release crash over your body as you shook against him, letting out a sound of pure euphoria. He seemed to notice, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for another searing kiss. You kept moving against him and soon felt him go rigid as well. When he came he held you against his body so tightly, kissed you so hard you forgot your own name for a second. All that mattered in that moment was how good the both of you felt, panting and shaking as you slowly recovered from your highs. As your breathing gradually slowed down, you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in bliss.

To your disappointment he pushed you back by your shoulder, pulling you out of your dream-like state.

He was shaking his head, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

Instead of listening to him try to apologize for nothing, you shut him up by cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. “Thank you.”

You smiled at him brightly and he returned it ten fold. You swore that smile was like sunshine even on the darkest day. You let your head rest on his shoulder once again, and he rubbed soothing circles onto the bare skin of your back.

“I was gonna apologize because I really wanted to save this for after I took you on a real date.”

You leaned back up to look at him once again, giggling at his words. “If anything you should be apologizing for not fucking me for real. But does that mean you’re asking me on a date?”

“No! I mean... not yet. I want to do it right. Ask you out properly. But you make it so fucking difficult, you know how hard I have to hold myself back? You’re one hell of a temptation to resist.”

You only rolled your eyes at him, “You’re the one choosing to hold back, if it were up to me you would’ve bent me over your desk Wednesday night already.”

He chuckled, “I know the way we met is... different, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be swept off your feet. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I treated this like nothing more than some heat of the moment fling. I want more than that, I hope you do too.” He said, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” You blushed, looking down to avoid his gaze. Here he was, once again making you flustered with how honest and open he was about his feelings towards you.

The way he smiled back at you, and the admiration you saw in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. You brought your lips to his, and this time, you weren’t fueled by lust. The two of you just enjoyed the feeling of the others lips, basking in the softness and intimacy of it.

Eventually he pulled away, and cleared his throat “I hate to ruin the moment, but I kind of wanna get home and shower. I told you to stop if you didn’t want me to but you kept going so...”

You pouted, but he was right. You’d brought this on yourself. “Okay” you sighed.

After getting off Baekhyun’s lap you got your bodysuit back on, but before you could exit the room together, he grabbed your wrist.

“Come here.” He pulled you towards him, placing his hands around your waist, and you let your arms rest on his shoulders. He looked at you again with those same eyes from earlier, but this time he held your gaze much longer, and with much more intensity. Something felt different this time when he looked at you, like he was trying to tell you something just with his eyes. He brought a hand up to your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “You’re so pretty.”

You felt yourself go pink, and smiled as he pulled you in for one last kiss, this one even sweeter than the last.

Eventually both of you went back downstairs, you disappeared into the dressing room to get ready to leave, and Baekhyun went straight to his car.

On your way home you kept thinking about the way he’d looked at you before you both left. It had somehow felt different, more intimate. His gaze had held so much emotion, you wished you could look inside his head at what he’d been thinking. You had been kind of surprised when all he said was that you were pretty, something he’d told you a million times before, so why was it so different this time? Why did it feel like it meant so much more?

The last kiss as well felt too sweet, far too romantic for the time and the place. He was always completely open with his feelings, and of course you knew he liked you, but you couldn’t help but feel like there were some unspoken words in the way he’d looked at you just then.

Maybe, just maybe, it could be love.

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fragileizywriting · 3 years ago

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bad day blues

pairing: Luka / Marinette (Viperion / Multimouse) word count: 10,418 chapter: 1/1 rating: E summary: “How is it that I can sling myself across rooftops for years, day and night, but I can’t even walk in a straight line once I’m out of my suit and end up spraining an ankle?” “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mousey. That’s not good for you.” “I wish I wasn’t such a klutz.” “You’re not.” Luka kisses the top of her head as a punctuation to his words. “You just had a bad day, that’s all.” “One of the worsts in a while,” Marinette nods into his shirt. “Luka? Could you make it better for me?” He laughs. “And you call me the insatiable one, little mouse.” Her eyes sparkle. “Who was the one that jumped me when I was going to go shower after my pool trip with my friends? One look at me in a towel and suddenly my boyfriend’s hands are all on me— sounds pretty insatiable, if you ask me.” AO3 | Start Here To Read The Whole 'Out of The Closet' Series! | Previous Fic in Series | Next Fic in Series

Here's some more Lukanette! Don't worry, there's plenty more incoming, too. This series is so wonderful to write, I'm having so much fun!!! Especially since Luka is my favorite character 🥺

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She’s having a bad day.

Like, a really bad day.

There is that whole cake ordering business that her parents live off of, that she helps out with. She’s rolled so much fondant out that her arms hurt, and they’re barely attached to her body when she’s rushing out of the door to get to her class when the second bad part of the day happens.

She spills coffee all over herself.

Well, it isn’t her coffee. Her dad’s been getting into the habit of walking around the bakery and the pantry with his mug she got for him for his birthday, a delicate piece of ceramic that is absolutely dwarfed by her father’s large hands. She’d knocked into him while scarfing down some breakfast of her own, where she’d tried to get bits and pieces of it into her mouth while rolling out fondant for that particular eight-tiered cake that is surely going to be the death of her that she still has to pipe and decorate when she gets back from class.

Her blouse is stained, and it’s warm. It doesn’t seep far into her shirt, because her dad presses his apron right on the stain to soak up as much moisture as possible, but she yelps anyway out of sheer instinct.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine! I’m so sorry for making you spill your coffee, baba. Are you okay?” She waves him off with a little smile. These things happen, it’s okay. Besides, smelling like coffee isn’t the end of the world. It isn’t the smell of a particularly expensive perfume, but she can hardly say no to smelling like coffee when she’s lived at a bakery for the entirety of her life.

“I ran into you, sweetheart, not the other way around,” Her dad shakes his head. “Go change your shirt while I get you some packed food to take with you to school for you and Mullo.”

“Thank you! I’ll be right back.” She kisses him on the cheek, making sure to stay clear away from his mug. She rushes up the stairs, trying her best not to accidentally tear her skirt, but isn’t as delicate to her blouse as she could be. The side rips open. She squeaks while getting it off. “Oh, no! I just bought this!”

“Oh! Is everything okay?” Mullo peeks out from the little cubby Marinette’s made into her own little room.

“Yeah— I’m okay! These things happen, don’t worry. I’m just going to change my shirt into something better and then we can head out, okay?” She snaps open a drawer, tossing her soiled top into the laundry bin near her desk. She’s not opposed to wearing other shirts with this particular skirt, but… she really likes wearing that peter pan collar. This is fine. A normal button-up will go fine with the skirt, even though now she looks a lot more formal than she wants to be.

It’s a good thing her bra is nude-colored. She’s already in a rush as it is.

She hasn’t learned a single thing since school was at a walking distance, clearly, because she’s rushing to get to the metro, running back down the stairs, tugging her backpack over her shoulder with Mullo zipping into the pocket of her skirt, and kissing her dad goodbye and thanking him for the food— all the while trying her best to go over the list of things she needed to do before heading off to class.

Feed Mullo, though the little mouse can definitely go scavenging for blueberries whenever she wants. And yet… Mullo starts to whisper that she’s hungry the moment Marinette makes it down the stairs of the metro and goes pawing for her metrocard. She’s grateful that she’s placed a small container of fresh blueberries inside her backpack, with even a portion of small chocolate chips in the screw-top compartment of the container, just for the little mouse— and the small kwami is giggling and back to being happy before Marinette can even blink.

She looks for her metrocard. It’s on the inside of her phone case, which is good, so she’s able to go through the ticket booth with no problem— thank goodness. She doesn’t need another stressor for the day— but she needs to make sure she repays the bill for her monthly pass before the next month arrives so that she isn’t late trying to pay for it the day of, and hopefully she can remember this thought for long enough to write it into her agenda so she doesn’t forget during the week.

Oh, gooseberries. Hopefully she’s not late.

She checks the time on her phone once she’s safely situated inside a subway car, only to look at the turned-off screen with a confused noise. She tries turning on her phone but blinks with so much confusion when the black screen refuses to light.

Wasn’t one of the things on her list to make sure that her phone was charged last night?

What in the world happened to her phone battery?

She tries to think about it, pinning down that the only real reason it would be out of battery would be if Mullo wanted to use it to watch videos or listen to music while Marinette was asleep.

She makes sure to unzip her bag, peering down at the little mouse kwami with inquisitive eyes, trying to understand why her only communication device isn’t charged, speaking in a hushed voice to not alert anyone in the subway car with her. “Lolo, did you watch videos last night?”

Mullo is asleep. At least she remembered to put the lid back onto the container, which is some good news. Marinette can’t feel too upset, looking at the little creature. It’s a good thing she packed her bag and made sure to grab her portable charger— it’s not often that Mullo gets in the habit of overusing Marinette’s phone— but she’s always prepared, just in case. Mullo likes texting Sass, too, though all their texts look like gibberish to her and Luka whenever they try to reread it.

She opens the front pocket zipper with the cute little mouse charm attached to the handle and freezes.

This isn’t her school backpack.

She’s not sure how it didn’t dawn on her before, but this isn’t the right backpack at all.

The only thing it has is a plastic bag with her swimsuit she’d used during the weekend— it’s not exactly dry, given that it’s been in the baggy for at least four days since she’d come back from the pool with her friends. That’s strange— she’s not one to just drop her bag off to the side and not put away her stuff— so, what gives? She chews on her nail while she thinks about what could’ve possibly distracted her from hanging up her swimsuit and letting it dry, and stopped her from putting away this particular backpack, and squeaks to herself when she remembers.

Oh. Right. That’s right.

Viperion had shown up in her room just as she was going to go take a shower— having completed patrol on his own because he wanted her to have fun with friends and go swimming— and since her boyfriend is somehow allergic to learning how to swim, he’d happily shoved her out of the house with the pretense of keeping Paris safe while she relaxes for once in her life— no wonder she’d been so distracted and completely forgot about the backpack.

He’s so insatiable, nowadays, wanting to spend so much time with her that it’s completely pointless to try to keep clothes on around him. He’d taken one good look at her while she was making her way to her bathroom tucked into her towel and had decided to wash her himself— joining her in the shower without even taking his suit off.

She knows that their hexleather is water-resistant— but she didn’t know that it’s enough to keep water from completely entering his suit.

He’d cleaned her inside and out— pressed her up against the bathroom tiles, hopeful that she would keep quiet, as Viperion slicked two fingers inside of her.

The hexagonal grooves on their suits had never been something she’d even considered until now— it was obsession at first touch, in all honesty.

Her back is filled with love bites and possessive teeth marks that make her toes curl in her shoes when she thinks about it more, or remembers it whenever she brushes up against her shoulders. Not to mention she feels a comfortable full-body ache when he finally slips away to go home— she’d spent the rest of that afternoon in bed, curled up, dreaming of the day the two of them can always wake up next to each other.

She shifts in her seat, feeling damp and uncomfortable. She misses him already.

But all of that means… her school backpack is still at home. And she’s carrying nothing except her wet swimsuit, instead of her agenda and planner and notebooks and sketchbooks and pens.

Oh, sugarcubes.

It’s fine, though. These things happen. Sometimes no matter how much she plans and prepares, the universe sometimes throws her for a loop, and that’s okay. A good planner knows how to plan for things going wrong— even if she doesn’t want it to happen in the first place.

In all honesty, this is probably not what Luka meant when he said to let things flow and don’t let things bother her, but it is kind of hard to stop her tendencies to want to plan for the worse.

Okay, so how does she fix this?

She has a lecture that starts in about twenty minutes that she can technically skip out on and go back home to grab her things, assuming she switches subways at the next stop. Since she’ll be late, she might as well change out of her clothes, too, into something much more suited for her. She doesn’t like wearing button-downs— especially since, oh, gooseberries, it looks like she’s missed out on about three buttons and gotten her neckline skewed. There’s no point in even fixing it, as long as she’s able to tuck her miraculous back underneath her shirt without someone seeing it.

What else does she need to do?

Well, she definitely needs to make sure she gets the right backpack the next time she slips through the door. Make sure to bring another container of blueberries, too— she never knows when there’ll be another Akuma, and of all things to not be worried about, this is something she’ll never stop.

Everything will be okay. No worries. The lecture wasn’t that important, she’s sure of it.

The moment she makes that same thought, the subway car slows to a crawl. The lights in the car flicker, and she looks around to the other passengers, hopeful to see anyone who has any idea of what’s going on.

Everyone looks nonchalant. They probably assume it’s an Akuma, at this point.

“We are having technical difficulties,” The subway car emits a tinny, metallic little noise from the speakers near the doors. “Please stay calm and wait while we fix it.”

Marinette groans. Okay, maybe she’ll be late for a lot more than just her first class. This is fine. Things happen. Things like this just happen— she just needs to relax about it. At least it’s not an Akuma— and it’s not like she can be blamed for the subway being stuck.

There’s just nothing to entertain her, though. No pencil, no pen, no paper to doodle and keep her occupied. No phone to listen to music or keep her busy. Just her, the plastic bag with her swimsuit in it, a sleeping kwami, her breakfast, and half a container of chocolate chips. She might as well start eating now, since there’s nothing else to do— eat and think about her boyfriend’s pretty blue eyes.

-*-

She has— well, had— a pop quiz in her missed lecture.

Worth twenty percent of her grade.

She stumbles into the classroom after everyone’s starting to clear out, looking for the professor and her continuously bored glare she gives to the class on the regular. “Uhm, excuse me— sorry, I didn’t attend class today because of the metro—”

“You can’t make it up.” Her professor says, collecting a thick stack of paper into her briefcase. The only professor she’s ever met to actually use a genuine briefcase— it makes her look more like a lawyer and less like an introduction to fashion history professor.

“Make it up?” Marinette blinks, confused. “Make up— make up what, exactly? I wasn’t in class.”

“The quiz. Twenty percent of the grade, of course, because no one in class was answering my questions today for some reason.” Because Marinette’s the one who usually answers for everyone, of course. No one stepped in, probably, because they were most likely too comfortable with her answers to actually come up with one of their own. “You missed out on the quiz. You can’t make it up.”

“Oh.” That’s fine. Things happen. Sometimes the universe just throws curveballs— her grade in this class won’t suffer. “Uhm. Is— is that all I missed?”

Her professor gives her a good look. There’s something in her dull, tired eyes, like she registers who Marinette is in the class— and what she brings to the lecture hall. “I’m going to give you the homework, even though I technically shouldn’t. You’re a good student— you’ve never been late to class— and definitely never missed an entire lecture. And today, without your questions, it was completely and totally quiet.”

“Oh.” She repeats. “Th— uhm. Thank you.”

She pulls out another stack of papers, handing her a stapled group of paper from the top. It looks ridiculously thick— as in— maliciously thick. Maybe at least thirty pages. “Here’s the homework. Make sure to finish it by next class.”

One week to finish the assignment. No problem. She can do that.

“Of course,” Marinette breathes, slightly overwhelmed, looking over the title of the assignment. She has no idea where to begin— the lecture today must’ve been all about it. Maybe she can find one of her classmates and ask about it? Although, she’s never really made a friend here before… “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t make it a habit to skip,” The professor calls out to her as she leaves through the door.

“Understood,” Marinette mutters under her breath. The strap of her kitten heels breaks when she runs her foot too close along the doorframe as she leaves behind her. She trips, falling into her second person with a coffee today, spilling all over her shirt again. This time, it’s cold— it’s an iced latte, of course, and ice cubes fall down her collar and into her shirt, and pain blistering up her ankle.

She tries to walk it off, she really does, but it ultimately just collapses back onto the floor the moment she tries to put pressure on it. Mullo comes out of hiding when she makes sure that there’s no one around, asking if Marinette’s okay— and all she can do is just smile at the little kwami, trying her best not to wince.

Today just isn’t her day, is it?

-*-

By the time an Akuma actually comes around, and tries to do damage in the city of Paris, Multimouse is running on fumes from how close she is to breaking down.

She’s weaved and dodged most of the attacks, relying on her rope to get out of the way. Her ankle doesn’t hurt as much when in the suit, of course, because the magical properties of the miraculous make it so that they focus on the fight first than anything else. She can put her weight on it, which is the good news— and that’s enough for her to walk and run and jump rope when she needs to.

Seeing Viperion is such a blessing. She hasn’t been able to text him much all day, aside from the vague ‘good morning’ text she sent when she finally managed to get her phone to turn on— she’s been too busy to respond to all of the texts he’s sent throughout the day.

Hopefully, she can talk to him after the fight is over. She needs a little bit of downtime.

But she can’t exactly focus on how thankful she is to see him when she’s in the middle of weaseling out of the Akumas grabby hands. She tucks and weaves, snaps her rope out like a whip when she needs to, and does her best to roll out of the way of the Akuma that falls into their trap using the Liberty that sends him spiraling across the city with it. Viperion is nearly on the other side of the city taking care of the sentimonster when she feels her ankle start to blister in pain again, indicating that she’s putting far too much stress on the ankle for even magic to make it stop hurting.

By the time they’ve got the Akuma purified, the sentimonster dealt with, and the victim is in safe care with the social worker from the workforce that’s been assigned to assist people who have just been Akumatized— Multimouse can barely stand up. She chooses, instead, to keep sitting down on the lip of the sidewalk between a couple of parked cars, her legs spread out in front of her, trying her best to seem like she’s just out of breath. She keeps her right boot completely straight, hopeful to not put any more strain on her ankle, but lets her left boot sag against the asphalted road, and tries her hardest not to hide her face in her hands.

Viperion makes his way back to her after he’s done talking to the social worker.

“Mousey?”

“Hi, Vai,” She speaks into her gloves. Some battles are just too difficult for her to focus on, and trying to keep herself from doing something just isn’t worth the effort anymore. “That was a tough one, huh?”

He sits down next to her, shoulder to shoulder. There’s probably not enough space for him in between the cars, since his shoulders are wide, but he makes the effort anyway. Besides, if it’s truly that bothersome, all he has to do is give a gentle push to the car next to him— the miraculous suits give them extra strength, after all— but even without the suit, he’d probably be able to push it forward. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” She leans into him. “I missed you so much.”

“You didn’t text me today like you usually do,” He murmurs into her hair. He’s a thick wall of heat right next to her, and she’s so thankful for him like usual. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is— it’s fine— I’m sorry. I forgot to charge my phone last night, and Mullo was watching videos while I slept, so my phone just went kaput.” She smiles in her hands when he makes a noise meaning that he understands exactly what she means. “I only got to text you when my phone was back on. I’m just tired, really. I’m not having a good day.”

The road is going to be populated soon with whatever foot traffic it usually has, now that the Akuma’s been taken care of. They need to probably get up to higher ground before the people of Paris come out to ask for autographs or selfies— and, okay.

She wants to give everyone the best treatment possible, of course, but she’s in absolutely no condition to do that like this. Definitely not like this.

It’ll be better for everyone’s comfort if she doesn’t stay around to listen to what people have to say about the fight— she’s Paris’s sweetheart, she knows, but if anyone says anything remotely negative in her direction, she’s pretty sure she’ll start crying.

Not to mention that if she hears anything bad about Viperion, she’ll start crying while beating civilians off with a ten-foot pole. She’s not in the mood at all to continue behaving like the sweet little Parisian Princess today— she can’t do it.

“Are you stressed out?”

“Yes. Very much. Ironically, the Akuma was my break from stress. Imagine that?”

He laughs. It’s a loving noise, usually, but there seems to be an edge to it this time. “Do you want me to help you with that? I think I saw an alley over there. Let me help you relax.”

She steams red behind her gloves. Oh, she knows exactly what he means— and, well, the answer is always yes. “Yes— but maybe not here. People are going to show up, soon, and I’m already in pain as it is—”

Viperion looks at her. She can tell because her face starts to prickle underneath her gloves. “Pain?”

She takes a deep breath, looking up at him. His hair is starting to curl around his neck, it’s so lovingly him that she can’t help but comb her fingers into his hair and smooth it back. The confusion on his face morphs into contentment as she takes her time brushing his bangs back, getting a good look at what the top of his domino mask looks like. “Nothing’s wrong— things are fine. Everything is fine. Sometimes things happen, and we can’t control all of it.”

Liquid golden eyes look back at her when she’s done petting through his hair and, he— he smiles at her. Really smiles at her— he knows that she’s trying to repeat the quotes and virtues that he usually says to himself. His smile makes his domino mask crinkle, the scales on his hexleather shimmering turquoise and green, and it’s not exactly a front when she smiles back at him. “That’s true. Sometimes things happen that we can’t control, even if we really try, but sometimes we can fix whatever is hurting us. So what really happened, Mousey?”

“Just a bad day,” She uses her left foot to brush against his, taking her hands back from his hair to follow the scale pattern on his chest. The muscles underneath are no illusion— he’s truly that filled out. She likes physical contact with him, just as much as he loves physical contact with her— and she finds a certain kind of sweetness in the way he leans just slightly into her touch as she traces his collarbone. “I’m not kidding— I’ve been having a really bad day.”

“The Akuma didn’t help all that much, huh?”

She cups his cheeks with her palms. She can’t feel him, because her fingers are covered in protective hexleather, but it means all the same to her when she presses their foreheads together, smooshing their bangs against one another. “I don’t know about that. I’m getting to see you, after all— I love being able to see you, Vai.”

His eyes twinkle as he laughs, giving her a kiss. “Stand up for me? I want to check if you’re missing any body parts.”

“What? I’m not missing anything.” She finds herself laughing at the strange request. “See? Look: I have my two arms, my two legs. Tail is still here, and so is my miraculous.”

“I don’t know about that,” His face is oddly serious, even as she continues to giggle. “Wiggle your fingers for me so I know they’re still there.”

“Vai,” She makes a face as she laughs. When he implores her, she rolls her eyes, twiddling her fingers in the air. “Told you.”

“All ten fingers?”

“I think so,” She breaks into a grin. What is this man on about?

“Let’s see.” He takes her hands in his, bringing every single finger up to his mouth so he can count them with a kiss. “One. Two.”

“Oh my gooseberries. Vai,” She giggles hard enough for her shoulders to shake.

“Don’t make me lose count, Mousey, this is important. Three, four—”

“How did I get so lucky to have you?”

“I think it’s the other way around, honestly. Five, six— how did I get so lucky to have you?”

“By treating me like this,” She can’t help but bite her lip when he makes it past seven and eight. “By treating me so sweetly.”

“Sue me, little mouse. I like treating my girlfriend well. Nine, and ten.” At the tenth finger, he kisses where her fingernail would be, then her knuckle, then the back of her hand. He kisses up her arm, too, all the way up to her shoulder as she snorts and giggles, until he tilts his head and kisses her against the jaw, finally completing his quest and kisses her softly on the lips— she melts. He keeps the kiss soft, though— and if her ankle wasn’t rolled, she’d honestly climb into his lap for more than just something so chaste. She deserves it, after this horrible day— and he always makes her feel loved and comforted. “I think your hands are okay.”

“You think so?” She feels a little dopey from the kiss.

“Move your feet, too, so I can figure out if your legs are still attached.”

She moves her left foot only, letting her right boot rest. Instead, she pulls up her right leg, hoping to look like she’s just switching up her sitting position, but that’s enough for Viperion to break eye contact with her and look at her knee. “See?”

But he’s smarter than that. “Ah, there it is. So you did injure yourself during the fight?”

“No. I— uhm— no. Not during the fight.” She’s not lying, but her smile dies down as a quiet contemplation morphs on his face. “It’s— I’m fine, Vai, honestly, I’m okay. My ankle will be fine after some ice, I’m sure—”

“Oh, Mousey.” He looks hurt for her, immediately swiveling in his seat to look her over. He grabs gently for both of her legs, lifting them up to place in his lap, and gently starts to move her foot at the ankle back and forth.

The first leg is the good one, so she barely even reacts— let alone blinks— to him swiveling her ankle around and testing the elasticity. But her bad ankle— oh— it’s enough to make her start to squirm.

His eyebrows pinch when she continuously flinches, her half-sentient tail batting against the asphalt behind her as she tries her hardest not to cry out in pain. He supports the back of her ankle with his palm, and doesn’t let her foot rotate when he puts her leg back in his lap. “When did this happen, baby girl?”

“It happened at school,” She hides her face back into her gloves. “Just the cherry on top, honestly. I fell and twisted my foot. I thought I was okay, but— I can’t walk in my civilian form.”

“School? And you fought the Akuma while injured? Oh, Mousey— I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have let you stay alone with the Akuma if I had known. What else happened? Tell me what’s wrong.” She feels the gentle pressure of his thumb against her calf, even through the hexleather. “Maybe I can help you. I sure want to try, at least.”

Why is he so gentle with her? Why is Viperion always so sweet and soft to her— kind and loyal?

She knows why— there is the whole ‘they’re dating’ part of the answer— but honestly, how did it get this way? When did Viperion become the boy she fights crime with, day or night, live or die— to the man who snags her just before her showers, who makes it a habit to make her toes curl every time he sees her, who is happiest when she cuddles and routinely hides in his bed with? How in the world has she gotten this lucky?

How? How did she get so lucky to have a man so conditioned to care about her?

Why did he ever fall in love with someone like her— someone who needs everything to be in its place or else she has a nervous breakdown? Someone that loses her demeanor when there’s even a slightest mistake, because everything needs to be perfect or it’s not worth doing at all and— and— why would he even stay with someone like her like this? Why? She’s completely the opposite of him— so— why does he stay and deal with someone so completely different than him in every single aspect?

The thought is enough to make her cry— and— oh— that’s it, really. That’s what makes her push over the edge and start hiccuping into her hands, tears falling down her cheeks. “Oh—”

“Mousey, it’s okay. Shh. Your ankle will get fixed up in no time, okay? We can fix this.”

“I’m sorry,” She says, more to herself than anything else, gesturing to her leg before hiding back in her hands. She sags against him so easily when he pulls her onto his lap. “I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, Vai. It’s not just— just the ankle— I’m just—”

“I know.”

“And— such a bad day—”

“Breathe, Mousey,” He traces circles against her back.

She gasps for breaths between sobs. “And I just— I really did try to not let it get to me— I really tried—”

“You did very good. You are doing very good.”

“It really hurts, Vai, I’ve never rolled my foot before, it’s so painful— and I know I’m going to be in more pain when I’m out of the suit. I’m so exhausted, Vai— today has been so difficult.”

“Tell me what happened.”

Where does she begin? “So much coffee on my shirt, I smell like an espresso machine—”

He listens to her ramblings, even if they don’t make any sense without the full context. He’s gentle when he shifts her even closer, making sure that her foot doesn’t hit up against the car next to them, tucking her in next to his collarbone and letting her cry it all out. His chest is so warm against her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“And then the subway— and I don’t have more blueberries for Lolo right now because she ate them all already, even after I went back home and refilled her cup—”

“We can get more in my house, it’s okay. All the blueberries Mullo could want.”

“And I was also stuck in the subway for two full hours with just a swimsuit—”

“You went on the subway with only a swimsuit on?” He makes a face. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“In my bag,” She explains, even if it doesn’t make much sense, sniffling around her gloves. “I mean— I picked up the wrong backpack— the wrong bag— before leaving the house and it was just my swimsuit in there— the subway got stuck and I thought it was because of an Akuma so I was just—”

“Take a breath, Mousey.”

She sucks in a breath, trying to fill her lungs in all the way, before the inevitable fresh wave of tears that she continues to border on. “And I— I couldn’t— even text you. I couldn’t, because my battery was out— and I was underground— and— oh, sugarcubes, I was so bored— I just kept coming up with more and more ways to sneak off the train without being seen because there was nothing else to do and I ended up overthinking everything.”

Everything. All of it. Every single thing. If she’s doing well in school— if what she’s trying to get a degree in is even worth it— if she’s wasting her time not focusing on defeating Hawkmoth— if Viperion even finds her necessary in fights. After all, most of what she does is just a distraction for him to get close and defeat the Akuma— but there’s not really a genuine need for her since all he has to do is move his ouroboros miraculous over to the side and turn back time and do whatever needs to be done, right?

“I thought about how you’re so much better without me during Akuma battles— I thought how much of a klutz I am— I thought about how I always have these nervous breaks whenever something goes wrong and you always just deal with them and I wish I could just stop worrying about every little thing without making it into a thing— and— and—”

Gentle hands make it to her wrist, and she looks up, sniffling and biting her lip. Viperion’s smile looks soft on his face as he wipes away her tears— golden eyes looking at her like she’s the most important thing in the world. He kisses her forehead, her cheeks— her nose, too— all in favor of getting a smile back onto her face. “None of that is true, okay? There’s no need to overthink about any of it anymore. You’re okay, you’re here— exactly where I need you to be. You are the entire reason why Paris is safe every day— I’m just here to keep you company, in all honesty. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, little mouse, and I absolutely cannot do any of this without you.”

Amazing woman? Has he met his own mother before? “But— what about your family—”

“I’m aware of what I’ve said,” He smiles. “I don’t deal with your problems, we deal with our problems. You getting worked up about something is something we both work on together— I’m not going to let you suffer alone when you’re nervous about something.”

She blinks slowly at him, her lashes damp and full of tears, only being able to offer him a watery and a heartful: “Oh.”

He nods, encouraging her to smile back. “Everything’s going to be fine, just like it always is, okay? You’re not a klutz. You’re doing great. Everything is going to be fine.”

“But—”

“Breathe, Mousey. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She looks at him in the eyes, her breath slowing down, looking around them to see just how empty the street is. It’s an unpopulated street to begin with, so there are only a couple of shops at the corners, nowhere near them where they sit in between the cars, catching their breath from the battle. “I’m— I’m going to be okay. I am okay.”

“You’re okay.” He nods, smiling gently, taking her hands in his.

“I’m— I’m fine.” She takes another breath. She still feels watery, still feels like a wet sponge, but it’s a little easier to breathe. “Sometimes days just don’t go my way, no matter how much I plan for it.”

“Good, good— but you’re forgetting the second half of that.”

“The second half?”

“For every day that it happens, whenever your days don’t go right, I’ll be right here for you to cry on because you and I have always been a team.” He kisses her bangs, smoothing his gloves at the back of her head, behind the buns in her hair. “As much as I don’t like seeing you cry, baby girl, I know that I’d rather see that, than have you bottle it up inside.”

She sniffles, giving him a little smile when he pulls away to gauge her reaction. “Thank you, Vai.”

“I love you.” He kisses her on the lips again.

“I love you, too.” She ducks her head as a blush stains her cheeks underneath her domino mask. “Oh, I’m— I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For crying on you and turning this into a mess.”

“My girlfriend seeking out comfort from me— what a scandal, little mouse,” He teases with a flash of his fangs. “How dare my Mousey want reassurance from me.”

She has the reflex to giggle, even though there’s a bit of tears still trying to make its way down her face. “It’s probably not what you had in mind for today, huh?”

“All I had was work today,” He wipes at her cheek again. “The Akuma is always unpredictable, but it’s not like your parents don’t know why I have to leave the register when our phones start to ding with the Akuma notification, right? And I’m always thinking of you, so, in a way this is sort of what I had in mind.”

She kisses him. It’s not as quick as it should be— it definitely isn’t as innocent as it has to be, given that they’re in public and they haven’t technically told the public yet that Viperion and Multimouse are more than just a duo, not to even mention that they’re a lot, lot more than a duo now, if her wandering hands are any indication— but she breaks away just before she has the urge to shift her position on him, laughing softly when he narrows his eyes at her. “We should— uhm— probably go back, right? Your mom is probably calling your phone right now, asking why in heaven’s name you picked the Liberty for the trap location— Alya will be here any moment now to ask things for the Ladyblog.”

“Hmm? What did you say? I was too busy living in the moment of hearing you laugh again. Such a sweet melody.” He looks back up to her from looking at her ankle. She has no idea what’s going on in that head of his— and it bothers her, because she so desperately wants to know, even as he gives her a wink and a smile.

She’s so thankful for this man. So ridiculously thankful.

She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling harder. “We need to go. Out of here. And I need a favor.”

“I’ll do whatever you need, Mousey. What is it?”

“I need you to marry me.”

His eyes widen, completely caught off guard. “What?”

“I mean— I mean carry—” She gasps, hiding her hands behind her mouth. “Oh gooseberries— I’m so sorry. Sorry! I meant carry, I promise! Slip of the tongue, oh sugarcubes— I’m so sorry— that’s not what I meant at all.”

“Breathe, Mousey, come on.” He snorts so hard that he has to hide his face behind his hands, shoulders shaking in mirth. “Obviously I’ll carry you. That’s without question— I’m not letting you walk like that. Come on, let’s get you back home.”

-*-

Marinette’s finally sleeping by the time he’s back into her room.

They’ve wrapped and bandaged her foot, kept it elevated and out of the way for her. She sleeps soundly, even as he struggles with her trap door to not make any noise. He’s not good at being quiet when he really tries— the universe is always out to get him whenever he tries to do something quietly. Or maybe he just gets too self-aware of himself.

“How’s she doing, Sass?”

“She’s been sleeping for the whole time since you brought her home,” The little kwami answers just as softly. There’s a couple of doll-sized lounge chairs on her nightstand, as well as a small little dining table with a couple of cushioned seats— it looks like a playset, in all honesty, but they’re the perfect size for the two kwamis to sit and eat away at their food.

Sass looks like he’s finished with his eggs, which is good to see. Mullo is still working on her blueberries, chewing through each one almost anxiously as the two kwamis watch Marinette rest. He’s never known just how many blueberries is enough for Mullo, so he’d grabbed a heavy container full of it and put it in a small basket to keep her entertained.

“Is her foot going to be okay?” Mullo squeaks out.

“She’ll be fine,” Luka sits on the floor to be at eye level with the kwamis. He takes a couple of berries in his hands to snack on in order to have something to do. “She’s never hurt her ankle before, so it’ll heal up fast. Master Fu wrapped it up for her, after all— her uncle wouldn’t lie, would he?”

Both kwamis nod in agreement.

“I feel like this is all my fault,” The little mouse makes a face. “I should’ve helped her today, I shouldn’t have been quiet the entire time. Maybe things wouldn’t have gotten this bad. Maybe I could’ve told her she was taking the wrong bag— or maybe I could’ve remembered to plug in her phone. I fell asleep watching videos on mermaid history, I’m pretty sure— I don’t think the videos were worth her twisting her foot.”

Sometimes kwami and holder are really alike, huh? Even the face that Mullo makes is so reminiscent of Marinette, it’s incredible— he tries his best not to smile lovingly but can’t help himself. “It isn’t your fault at all, Mullo. There’s no point in thinking about what you should’ve done— all of it has already happened. It’s okay.”

“She’s never gotten injured like this before for as long as I’ve known her— and you said earlier that she hasn’t torn any muscles since I was given to Luka. Her ankle will heal before you know it.” Sass is quick to pet his friend’s arm. “But until then, she definitely won’t be able to act should an Akuma arrive.”

The room goes silent again as the three of them settle back into what they were doing. Sass is curled up, of course, enjoying the luxury of the little doll chair that is stuffed to the brim with cotton and sewn expertly shut. The dollhouse furniture looks well-loved, though— he’s under the assumption that Marinette most likely bought second-hand miniature sets for Mullo to play house in when she had first been given the mouse miraculous. There’s no dollhouse in sight around anymore, but the bookcase near Marinette’s bed still has two cubbies empty in favor of a little curtain pulled open to reveal two fake little rooms.

There’s a little closet rack full of little clothes. There are hats lined up against the bookshelf wall with two slits on the sides to make space for Mullo’s ears. There’s a doll bed with a blanket and a cushion— there’s a couch and potted plants all made out of felted material in order to decorate the space. A rug, too, underneath all the furniture.

All of these little trinkets and toys, so loved and cared for by a young girl and the love she has for her mouse— now something cherished by a young woman. “You know, I’ve always wanted to ask— how long have you two known her?”

“The Cheng family has always kept the miraculouses safe,” Mullo bites into another blueberry. “We’ve been passed down for generations.”

“Well, usually. Master Fu is the guardian right now, but he’s making sure that Marinette is the next guardian.”

“I know that, yes— but I meant Marinette specifically. How long have you two known Marinette?” He turns to her, wondering if she’s in any pain. The inflammatories must be working well in her system because there’s nothing on her face that indicates that her foot’s been wrapped and bandaged to stay still.

“We’ve known her ever since she was little. About eight years old, maybe? All of the kwamis loved playing house with her— the little princess was always so sweet and lovable. Growing up an only child was really lonely for her, so we played with her whenever we could.” The dollhouse furniture makes a lot more sense now. “You name it, we played it. Hide and seek, dollhouse, tea time, dress up— princess and the knight, too.”

Of course Marinette would’ve made them little clothes, how could she have resisted? The idea is adorable.

“Kaalki would frequently run away from Master Fu’s place in order to come play with her. Who could blame him? I for one loved it when it was tea time. Princess always made deviled eggs, just for me.” Sass slips his eyes shut to sleep. He always gets tired after eating his share of eggs following an Akuma attack— Luka’s thankful he works at a bakery, where eggs are plenty.

Sass is out like a light.

Mullo giggles to herself, holding a giant blueberry between her two paws, turning to him in her little chair, speaking as quietly as possible. Marinette may be asleep for longer, but Sass’s hearing is always so sensitive— they don’t want to wake either of them up. “I just ended up being the lucky one that got to stay with her. All of the other kwamis were really upset when they heard that I was her permanent friend— especially Kaalki. They all loved playing with her. We’re sure that Plagg and Tikki will love her, once we find them again.”

So much history between Marinette and the kwamis. No wonder Sass was so happy when they’d finally revealed their identities to one another. “Hey, Mullo— how come she didn’t tell me about her ankle?”

“She didn’t want to worry you.” Mullo replies in her soft, tiny voice. “You both needed to focus on the Akuma first.”

But in the end, she’d hurt herself. What he wouldn’t give to second-chance her ankle back to normal— but it’s been hours, not minutes, since it happened.

He takes his time eating the handful he’s picked from Mullo’s basket. The blueberry is sweet in his mouth, and tasteful, and something quiet to do while he looks at Marinette’s sleeping form. She’s working herself too hard, isn’t she? Trying to keep up with all the things at university— and trying to keep up with everything at home— and definitely trying to keep up with Akumas on top of it all. They haven’t technically even been on dates together, if that’s something she even wants, because her life is so full. It’s commendable, but watching the girl of his dreams get pulled in all different directions makes him understand entirely why a multitasking miraculous is the perfect one for her.

“You should rest, Luka. It’s getting really late.”

“I don’t know if I should— I don’t want to accidentally wake her up.”

“She’ll be more upset if she wakes up and you’re not in bed with her,” Mullo argues. He smiles, because he can’t help the humor at the sincerity of her words. “You should join her.”

He’d have to take off his jeans, and go pawing for one of his shirts she’s stolen from his room in order to not get flour all over her bed, but it’s doable. Her parents already know he’s up here, after all— he’s said he was going to check up on her once his shift ended. Her parents had let him go without barely any warning gaze— in fact, Mrs. Cheng had implored him to spend the night and make sure Marinette didn’t attempt to run off, in case another Akuma were to pop up.

They trust that he’s a good person and will actually stop her from leaving the house. And he doesn’t want to disappoint.

The last thing he wants to do is go back home and listen to the absolute earful he’ll be getting from his mom about using the Liberty as bait, so he’s going to camp out in Marinette’s room after sending about a billion and one heart emojis to Juleka, hoping she’ll try to keep their mom out of trouble.

Maybe it’d been a bad idea to tell his family about his identity— just his family in general. It’s safer this way, now that his family knows, so there won’t be any nasty revelations down the line and his family won’t turn into Akumas (and if he has to fight Reflekta or Captain Hardrock any more times in his life, he’s going to quit) but now there’s the added bonus of his mom knows why he disappears all the time.

So.

Heart emojis sent to Juleka it is.

“And what about you? Won’t you be going to bed?”

“I’m still hungry, so I need to dip downstairs and get some more food, if that’s okay. Or, better yet— do you want me to take Sass downstairs with me when I go?”

He raises a brow. Surely she doesn’t mean to imply… “She’s— Marinette— come on, Mullo. She’s injured.”

“I’m not sure she needs her ankle for that!”

This doesn’t top the weirdest conversation he’s ever had, but this is definitely up there. “And she’s asleep— I’m not comfortable with the idea.”

“She’ll wake up soon. You should ask her then, obviously.”

“Mullo.”

“You’re two aren’t our first holders, you know, we’ve done this so many times before.” Mullo giggles behind a paw. “So, do you want privacy? If you don’t, I’ll stay right here. Mari likes to tell us that we’re as scary as actual dolls, sometimes, with our beady little eyes.”

No one has to tell him that. He learned the hard way when he’d woken up the first time with Sass looking straight at him. Beady little eyes indeed— it’d scared him shitless and almost caused him to scream at a bleary five in the morning. Sass is a terrifying little creature when he wants to be.

“Maybe it’s a good idea to give us a bit of time.” He tries not to blush when Mullo tilts her head in acknowledgment. “I don’t think she wants anything except sleep, but, who knows.”

“We’ll give you all the time you two need,” The little mouse nods. She grabs Sass’s sleeping form by a paw, taking one last bite out of the remaining blueberry, before the two of them phase through the floorboards down below. Sometimes kwamis are weird little creatures with all of their powers, honestly— he’s gotten used to Sass appearing out of thin air in his attempts to scare him, but it’s always so concerning to see it happen without that context.

He lifts himself up from the floor, peeling open some of her drawers in search of one of his shirts. She’d taken his pleading to heart, and now has a steady collection of his clothes starting to grow and multiply in her closet— he’s running out of his own clothes, honestly, but he can’t say no when she smiles at him like she always does before squirreling away a new shirt into her bag when she wants to keep a piece of him with her.

He should probably take some of these shirts home with him, though. If the point was for her to smell like him, well, he should probably make it happen.

He folds his shirt and jeans. Marinette doesn’t have piles of clothes everywhere unlike him, so he makes the executive decision to stack his clothes on her desk chair. By the time he’s going back up the ladder over to her bed, Marinette’s shifted onto her side, facing him— she wakes up the moment he tries to shimmy his way under the covers with her.

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hi.” She has pieces of her hair catching in her eyelashes— he brushes it away, shifting closer to her. Her entire bed smells of faint traces of lavender, what a nice scent. “How are you feeling, Mousey?”

“A lot better,” She’s quick to smile, even as she’s groggy from sleep. Adorable. “Probably because of the amount of pain killers I’m on right now, though.”

He laughs. “Master Fu told me you don’t usually take painkillers. You must just completely relax under it, then, since your body isn’t used to it.”

“I don’t think I tore anything, did I?”

“No, I don’t think so. Your uncle said you’re fine, after all, but you should just stay out of commission for this week until you can put weight on that foot again.”

She looks so disappointed. “Where’s Lolo?”

“Downstairs. She’s probably eating through your entire pantry at the moment.”

“And Sass?”

“Went with her. Mullo took him to give us privacy. Are you okay?”

He should’ve known better than to relax his guard around her. The moment he’s completely at ease in bed, she grabs for him, pulling him so close to her that they’re perfect puzzle pieces. “How is it that I can sling myself across rooftops for years, day and night, but I can’t even walk in a straight line once I’m out of my suit?”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mousey. That’s not good for you.”

“I wish I wasn’t such a klutz.”

“You’re not.” He kisses the top of her head as a punctuation of his words. “You just had a bad day, that’s all.”

“One of the worsts in a while,” She nods into his— hers?— shirt. “Luka? Could you make it better for me?”

He laughs. “And you call me the insatiable one, little mouse.”

Her eyes sparkle. “Who was the one that jumped me when I was going to go shower after my pool trip with my friends? One look at me in a towel and suddenly my boyfriend’s hands are all on me— sounds pretty insatiable, if you ask me.”

How can she blame him? She has such soft and delicate skin. Everywhere.

He loves touching and feeling her up whenever she lets him and asks him to. Not to even mention her ass— god— he could write so many songs just about it— he likes biting her everywhere he can, and he’s sure he’d done exactly that while sneaking his way into her shower box. Marinette always takes to bruising really well when it comes to him teething at her, she blossoms into hickies whenever he has his mouth on her. Not to even mention just how excited and turned on she was when he’d finally fingered her to completion.

“I don’t believe you were complaining, were you? Besides, I was just giving my girlfriend what she likes the most.”

She snorts and giggles. “And what is that?”

“Word is around here that she really likes Viperion. Has lots of fantasies about him— and, hey, I’m a pretty understanding guy. If my girlfriend wants to call out his name instead of mine, I get it.” He loves it when she laughs this hard— it’s always so much better to hear her laugh than it is to hear her stay quiet and in her thoughts. “It’s a good thing he likes helping out, too. The guy’s taken a real liking to my girlfriend, even though I’ve heard that him and Multimouse are a thing.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She smiles against his mouth. She’s feeling a lot better now, he can tell, because her hands disappear under his— seriously, hers?— shirt, teasing all of the skin available to her. Her fingers are ticklish against his chest and abs— she’s just as handsy as he is, most of the time.

“Insatiable,” He kisses her before pulling down the covers.

Her sleepshirt is soft and stretchy in his hands, and it’s easy to pull it up enough so he can kiss her stomach and hip at the waistband of her panties. He’s careful with her leg, of course— he doesn’t want to move it, just to make sure the wraps on her ankle don’t come undone by accident. He helps her out of her underwear slowly and gently, pulling the cute panties off so he can get her completely bare.

Such cute underwear. But then again, he’s always a little biased to anything green or blue— and the mint green color is adorable on her pale skin. The cut is cute, too— he doesn’t know enough about women’s underwear styles, but these are a lot cuter on her than he’d imagined. They rest just at her hip, with a pretty little scalloped edge that is just a smidge too Marinette for him to reasonably handle.

But he likes her better naked, of course.

“You’re already this wet?”

“Don’t tease, Luka.” Her hands disappear under her shirt. He doesn’t get to exactly see what she does underneath with her fingers, but it doesn’t take much brainpower to recognize the arching of her back like she always gets whenever he’s pinching at her nipples.

He follows the line she’s made with her body with an appreciating gaze, kissing up and down her thigh so slowly that she makes a frustrated noise. “Awh, don’t be like that, Mousey. Tell me why you’ve soaked through your underwear, I’m curious.”

She groans. “I thought of you the entire time I was in that stupid subway.”

Oh, did she? “No wonder you’ve been so tense today.”

She makes eye contact with him after a little flinch and a little exhale— she must’ve pinched herself just enough to make it count. “I was thinking about what you did to me in the shower. You’re such a glutton, Vai.”

He grins at her. Oh, he loves it when she calls him that. “I’m not so sure about that.”

And gives her what she needs.

He takes his time licking between her legs, even though she’s wet enough that it wouldn’t take much effort at all to slip his fingers into her. He likes this part, personally, even to the point where he shifts his hips down into the mattress to alleviate some of the pressure building at the base of his spine, starting to get desperate himself. It’s always so satisfying to go down on her— the noises she makes are always so attractive, and he loves making her come without much regard to himself. Marinette isn’t loud when she vocalizes her likes and dislikes, but not because she doesn’t want to be— she always hides her mouth behind her hands— and it always feels like a contest.

Today is no exception.

Her ribs heave under her shirt as he licks and licks, swirling his tongue at the place she loves the most. Her sighs are soft and sweet, even as he pulls her good leg up and over his shoulder, burying his face into her cunt as she makes a noise halfway between an exhale and a laugh.

“Who’s the glutton now?”

He makes a humming noise, not exactly interested in answering her question— he’s more in favor of showing. He’s glad to help, after all— pulling noise after noise from her when he licks his way into her, digging his tongue in as far as he can possibly reach. Her hips lift, using his shoulder as an anchor, and she moans— but still, again, it’s so soft and nearly quiet like she doesn’t want anyone to know what they’re up to. Always so considerate of others.

Cute.

By the time he’s got two fingers dipping into her, she’s wound up tight already. He can tell by the way she twitches, how she bites the fleshy part of her thumb— and how she bites harder when he uses his free hand to cup her ass and give her a squeeze. Soft. Soft soft soft.

God, so deliciously soft.

“Luka,” She whispers, trying her absolute hardest to stay quiet as he curls his fingers into her. Her free hand makes it to his hair, brushing it back so sweetly— she’s more cuddly this way, than an actual sexual deviant, like she’s desperate for reassurance. “Please please please?”

He loves it when she starts to beg for more and asks for more physical touch whenever he makes a home between her legs.

“Easy, Mousinette. Take a breath,” He kisses her thighs, liking the way how her thighs get sticky and messy with it. She sucks in a breath at his suggestion, looking at him with her hazy, pretty eyes. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes—” She cuts herself off with a particular sigh that makes him piston his fingers more into her. She reaches down with the hand that was in his hair, gesturing for his hand underneath her to join her. “Could you— oh— please—”

“There you go. That’s it. Come whenever you want, baby girl.” He intertwines his fingers and clasps hands with hers, giving her one last swirl and flattening of his tongue, before he feels her start to come on his fingers.

“Luka—” He doesn’t let up once he recognizes the exhale, or the squirming— especially not when he feels the attractive fluttering of her walls. She squeezes and squeezes, milking his fingers desperately.

He can deal with his erection later. For now, he slowly eases his fingers out of her, and kisses her thigh again when she complains about the loss of his hand between her legs. “How are you feeling, Mousey? Better?”

“Always am when I’m with you. Sex or no sex.” And— oh— if he wasn’t so desperately hard in his boxers, he’d fall in love with her on the spot all over again. She’s always so honest with him— it’s always such a shock, even when he knows that’s just how her personality is. He watches her eyelids struggle to keep open, even as she raises her hands up in an attempt to coerce him to bed— barely clothed, with a sleep shirt that covers nothing except her chest and her shoulders at this point. “Come cuddle? ‘M tired. I want my boyfriend.”

“Probably not a good idea. I’m going to end up dry humping you— I’m so fucking horny.”

“Vai…” It’s so heartbreakingly cute that she tries to be stern even while falling asleep. “Cursing.”

“Sorry,” He laughs, gesturing to himself even though she’s not really looking at him. “I’ll be right back. I should probably go take care of my di— uhm, I mean, this— in your bathroom, and wash my hands too.”

Her face unpinches. “But what about cuddling?”

“I will after I clean you up,” He kisses the lines of her abs— pulling her shirt down enough to get comfortable. “If you fall asleep can I still towel you off? You know I don’t like it when you’re left messy.”

“Always take good care of me.” She mumbles, completely oblivious to the way he hides his steaming face behind his hands. She nods a confirmation, patting the spot next to her. “And then after cleaning come cuddle. Please.”

By the time he’s made himself orgasm while thinking of her, and washed his hands clean of her, and made sure that she’s no longer sticky between the legs— Marinette is still bravely putting up a fight with sleep. He helps her put on some new underwear, making sure that she doesn’t move her ankle as much when he does it— but he’s completely caught by surprise when she pulls him in for a hug— and, honestly— he should know better by now.

He loves it, though.

So much.

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Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx” “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #462

i am way too tired to mentally flip through lyrics to put here, rip

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) I have zero idea. When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? The last time I visited Sara in Illinois. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? I think I got purple highlights? What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? One. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Sara's house is lovely. Have you ever been catcalled? No. Are you allergic to any dogs? I might be. Have you ever touched a plant and had hives shoot up your arm? No. Do you think dragonflies are cool? Absolutely! What’s your favorite thing to draw? Meerkats!! Did you toss your hat in the air at graduation? Not high. I wanted to keep it. Do you like fudge? I CAN FUCKING DESTROY SOME FUDGE. Are you an affectionate person? Very. Name something you have to do today: Girt and I are hangin', making fun of bad Netflix anime and going to Buffalo Wild Wings. :^) Would you ever write to a death row inmate? No. People don't get on death row for no reason. I ain't got shit to say to them. Do you reckon online friendships are real? No fucking shit. Most of my most genuine friendships began online. Do you like Slipknot? Yep. Can we talk about how fuckin BADASS Corey's new mask is btw?????????? What do you think of Gorillaz? I like "Feel Good Inc." and one other song I can't remember the name of. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? BOTH!!!!! :') What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? GUYS I recently saw a picture of a little baby dressed up as a Little Oogie Boogie and it made my ovaries cry. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Jesus, Girt is a giant. I don't know about my shortest... If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? Pastel pink. :') What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Probably something sexual so let's keep it on the down low lmfaooo Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? Uh, no. Even if I WAS confident in my body. Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? No. It was dirty blonde. Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? Ha, yeah, at school with friends. Not big trouble or anything, we were just hushed. Did you ever attend a wedding that was a complete disaster? No. What is something that you were surprised you were able to do? Hm. What is the most bullshit-sounding true fact that you know? Male cats have spiked penises lkasdjfal;kje;kjwr it's something to do with preventing other tomcats from mating with her. What Oreo flavor is your favorite? Gimme that Double Stuffed, friend. Sour gummy worms or plain gummy worms? SOUR. Ever been in a talent show? How many times? What did you do? Nope. Ever try out for the talent show and not make it? Did you cry? Nope. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? Y'all when I was a very little kid, during my older sister's b-day party, I sobbed because I couldn't pin the tail properly on the donkey lmaoooo How do you feel about the use of nuclear weapons? Absolutely fucking barbaric. What song has the most meaning to you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus!!!! :') Have you ever made bread? No. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Pets, a baby I was watching after, and Jason. Ever been dominated in a game you were/are really good at? yep alskdjfla;jwej Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? Wild animal, I guess? Have you ever listened to a group of chanting monks? I haven't. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? Probably of Teddy. I've still yet to decide on the total design of his tribute tat I'm getting. Do you like the smell of men’s colognes better than woman’s perfumes? I think so, yeah. How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I'd be pretty fuckin pissed. Have you ever blown something up in science class? Ha, no. Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? Not serious, no. Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? I feel like I have? Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? Absolutely not. I loved him. Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Sure, sounds fun. Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? As of very recently, I returned to using pads. I used tampons for most of my maturity, but I got annoyed with them for TMI reasons and resorted back to pads, even though I don't like them either. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To die happy with my life and what I (hopefully) accomplished. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not wearing any. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? Girt. It was something regarding how I once considered doing the suicide mission at BWW where you eat a select number of their hottest wings, but I didn't wanna die via chicken. :^) Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I'm average in height. I wouldn't change it, nah. Especially now that Girt and I are together the ridiculous height difference is hilarious but also cute lmao. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Like, while I was there? No. Have you ever had casual sex? Nahhhh. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. @_@ When you think of your childhood, are the memories mostly happy or sad? Mostly happy, I guess. What is it like being you? Is it enjoyable? It's very boring with few sources of joy. What are your thoughts on the cause of homosexuality? I would *assume* it's a genetic mutation. Reason being, having a romantic partnership without the ability to reproduce defies the motives of science. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, wrong with said (and hypothetical) genetic mutation, though. Mutations are just another part of science. They occur naturally. What subjects did you find most interesting in school? Least? Most interesting: literature/English (especially reading like, old mythology and epics and stuff like that), LOTS of branches of science (but primarily genetics), art, and I looooved my four semesters of German. Least: ANY and ALL math, history, economics, social studies... that kind of stuff. Which do you enjoy more–hot or cold beverages? Cold, for sure. What were some of your favorite bands from childhood? Green Day was one. Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? Buried alive, for sure. It would be much, much slower. Should you really be doing something more productive right now? Well, I SHOULD be sleeping. Today's going to be a long day, because when Girt comes over, he has a tendency to not leave until like fuckin midnight or later alksdjfl;waje Have you ever lived out of your car? No. Does your family own more than two houses? HUNNY we r poor. A relative just committed a very serious crime, do you turn them in? It depends on the exact crime, but odds are, yes. If you're endangering others, byyyyeeee. You’re in the woods, alone, at night…are you honestly not afraid? Bitch I'm terrified. I have zero survival skills. You are on life support, what would you want a loved one to do about it? For the love of god, please kill me. Your child has only a while to live, do you still enroll them in school? That would be up to them. Also, define "a while." How would you feel if you met your idol and they ended up being rude? WELP I have a tattoo in his honor so that would suck ass lmao According to the tale, was Eve wrong for eating and sharing the apple? "God was wrong for even setting up an apple tree and making up rules in the first place." <<<< There ya go. And the punishment was fucking ludicrously extreme. Are you working on any goals? Yes. I'm currently going to the gym regularly to try and better my physical health and then find a job. I know that being connected sounds odd, but trust me: I can barely carry out very simple tasks just because I have absolutely ZERO stamina to do almost anything. I need energy and endurance. I'm also working towards developing some self-love. Which parent named you? I wanna say my mom. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I mean, myself. Aforementioned self-love is hard. I'm just annoyed my head is so reluctant to accept that I'm not a piece of shit for a million reasons. Why have most of your past relationships ended? They all ended for different reasons, really. Are you having any online conversations, currently? I'm not. What’s on your mind? I'm just tired and going back to bed real soon. Have you ever had an argument with a teacher? No.

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

On Christmas morning, you woke up in Harry’s arms. It was a chill morning, but you didn’t mind. You snuggle further into him.

“Happy Christmas.” He whispers, eyes still closed.

“Happy Christmas, Harry.” You say in an accent, trying to mimic Ron from Harry Potter. You both giggle. “Last night was so much fun.”

“I figured you’d enjoy hanging out and watching movies.” He kisses your hairline. “Suppose we should get up, make breakfast and all that.”

“Is this another comfy pj’s type thing?”

“Yup!”

Harry puts on a red and green plaid pair of pajama pants and a black t-shirt. You whip out a navy pj set you had been dying to wear.

“That’s cute.”

“Thanks! Thought it would cover me up nice, but still be cozy.”

“Is navy your favorite shade of blue?”

“One of my favorites.” You kiss him on the cheek and go into the bathroom.

You and Harry go downstairs, and put your gifts under the tree. You and Gemma start peeling the potatoes while Harry helps his mom with cutting up some fruit. The house fills with the smell of oil as everything gets going. Anne makes scrambled eggs and sausage for her and Gemma.

“Mm, oh my god, these are so good!” Gemma says biting into a pancake.

“Thanks! Family recipe.”

“She makes this other thing called a kugel, it’s so good.” Harry beams.

“Nice to know you’re feedin’ my son such delicious food.”

“Oh he cooks way more than I do, you raised quite the chef.”

After breakfast and a few cups of coffee everyone goes into the living room to open presents. You hand Anne and Gemma a small box.

“Oh, this is so kind of you!” Anne smiles. “Look Gem, a charm bracelet.”

“I got one too!”

“It’s from this mother/daughter collection. My Nannie and I have something similar and I love it, thought you would too.”

“Nannie?” Gemma asks.

“My grandmother.”

“Oh! For a second I thought you had an actual nannie! Not that anythin’ would be wrong with that.” She laughs.

“People get confused all the time. We called her Nannie because her mother was Nana, it made things easier for us to remember who was who when we were really little.”

“Do you remember your great-grandmother?” Anne asks, giving you a kiss on the cheek for the kind gift.

“I do! I was about twelve or thirteen when she passed, so she was in my life for a while.”

“That’s so nice.” Anne grabs three boxes from under the tree. “Here you all are.”

Harry opens his up first, his eyes light up.

“A new jumper! Thanks mum.”

“You’re welcome. Know how much you like the clothes from this place.” You open up yours and see that it’s a blue sweater, or jumper as they would say. “Little birdy told me blue was your favorite color.” She winks at you.

“It is! This is so nice of you, thank you.” Gemma hands you something next. You open it up and see a framed photo of Harry as a child. He’s dressed in his school uniform. You burst into laughter.

“Gem, what in the fuck?”

“Hey! It’s Christmas, no cursing.” Anne scolds him.

“She got my girlfriend a really embarrassin’ picture of me!”

“Figured it would look great at her place. We all need a good laugh once in a while.” Gemma says.

“I love it, thank you.” You kiss Harry on the cheek. “Look at you! So cute.”

“I should keep your gift from you for bein’ such a tw-“

“Harry.” Anne scolds him again.

“Here.” He says with a huff.

“And here’s yours.” Gemma opens up a box full of some of her favorite things. “Oh! That perfume I’ve been wantin’, thank you Harry.” Harry opens up his and gasps.

“You got me a vinyl of Peter Gabriel’s greatest hits?!” He practically leaps into her arms. “Thanks! I’ll have to dust off my record player.”

“S’not all I gotcha, here.” She hands him a card with a few scratch tickets and gift cards inside.

“Thanks, sis.” He looks at you. “You know who Peter Gabriel is right?”

“Yeah, he was in Genesis.” Harry nods proudly and with relief that you knew who one of his favorite artists was.

“I cannot wait to crank this, thank you.”

“Alright, what ya get for her, hm?”

“We’re going to exchange privately actually.” He squeezes your hand. “It’s our first Christmas together after all.”

“Very well.” Anne rolls hers eyes.

“This one’s from me and Gem, mum.” Harry hands her a box. She nearly weeps. It’s a diamond necklace with four stones on it. “There’s one for you, me, Gem, and Robyn.” You assume Robyn was Harry’s step-father.

“It’s lovely, thank you so much kids.” They both get up to hug her. Gemma helps her put the necklace on.

Gemma leaves later that afternoon, and tells you how great it was to meet you. She assured you she’d stop by for tea when you and Harry went out to London.

You, Harry, Anne, and a few of Anne’s neighbors all have a lovely Christmas dinner together. After dinner, you and Harry leave Anne to hang out with her friends, and to start packing up your things, you’d be leaving for London in the morning.

“Can I give you your gift now?” You ask him, holding the box in your hands. He smiles at you and sits on the bed.

“Alright, let’s see it.” He takes the box from you and his jaw drops when he opens it. “How…you…is this the watch we saw at the mall like two months ago?”

“Mhm. You like it?”

“I love it!” He kisses you all over your face.

“It’s engraved too, had your initials put on it.” He smiles and slips it on. You help him clasp it. He stretches his wrist out.

“It’s absolutely perfect, thank you so much. Don’t like that you spent so much on me though, love.”

“Too bad.” You kiss him on the lips.

“I got you some jewelry too.” He rummages through his things, and takes out a small velvet box. Your eyes grow wide. “Get that look off your face, it’s not what ya think.” He chuckles and hands it to you. You feel an immense amount of relief when you see a pair of earrings. “I was gonna get you a necklace, but you don’t wear a lot of those, and you have plenty of bracelets.”

“They’re beautiful! I love the shape of the diamond.”

“They’re white gold too, you’re favorite.” You kiss him tenderly, then get up. He watches you walk into the bathroom. You come out a moment later and model them for him.

“Well?”

“Stunning.”

“This was so nice of you, I love them. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulls you onto his lap, and hugs you.

You both kiss for a while and then decide to go to bed before you get too lost in each other.

The next morning, you both give Anne a hug and a kiss goodbye. She holds onto a Harry just a little longer. The two become glossy eyed, but they both smile as they detach from one another.

“I love you honey.”

“Love you too, mum. We’ll be back again soon.” You perked up when you heard him say we. You felt bad for cutting into the time he probably usually stayed with his mother, but felt excited to think that he might ask you to tag along again this summer.

“How long is the drive?”

“Almost two hours.” He starts the car and pulls away.

“Harry, do you ever think you’ll want to move back here?”

“Like full time?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I really like it in the states.”

“Your mom seems to miss you a lot…”

“I miss her too. But, she finds time to visit, and we Facetime. She has her own life now. Even if I moved back, we still wouldn’t see each other all the time.” He places a hand on your thigh. “Did you have fun with them?”

“Yeah! They were great. I’m so happy we got to spend time with them.”

As you get closer to the city, you’re amazed at how much busier it is.

“So, I figure after we get settled at my flat we can go for a walk, look through some shops. I know there’s some stores you’re definitely goin’ t’like. Then tomorrow I thought we could get up early and do all of the touristy stuff. Big Ben, the Queen’s castle, all that.”

“That sounds amazing, Harry.” You smile. He had clearly thought through everything.

“I think you’ll enjoy the night life too. Clubs are open a lot later here.”

Harry’s flat is really nice. It’s larger than his apartment back home. It’s a one bedroom, on the third floor with an incredible view. You imagine what the lights of the city will look like once the sun goes down. Decent size kitchen and living area. The whole place is spotless.

“Wait til you see the master bathroom, c’mon.” He takes your hand, and leads you into his room. There’s some interesting art on the wall. “I took those. Shots of the city at night.”

“They’re beautiful.” You gasp when you enter the bathroom. “No wonder you’re making money off this place. I thought the view from the large windows was the reason but this!” There was a walk in shower, and a separate tub. The tile looked fresh, and the granite on the countertops was exquisite. There was a double sink, plenty of room for two people. “When we get an apartment, I want a bathroom just like this. I mean, look at this shower, there would actually be room for the both of us!”

You both step out of the bathroom. You unpack the majority of your things. The sun starts to set, and you look out the large window. Harry comes up from behind you, and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s so beautiful.” You lean back against him.

“Gettin’ hungry?”

“Yeah, let me just change.”

You put on a pair of dark jeans and a blouse. You put on a tall pair of black boots and grab your long coat. Harry was wearing black jeans and a patterned button up. He puts on his jacket, and laces his hand with yours. You head out into the brisk evening air, and explore the streets.

He takes you into a pub for dinner. You seat yourselves at a table. You order fish and chips, just to say that you did, and you both enjoy a pint of beer. He takes you walking around so you can see what the shops are like.

“Some friends want to meet up for dinner tomorrow night, would you be into that?”

“Sure! I’d love to meet your friends.” He kisses you on the cheek as you continue to walk.

“There’s a club just around this corner. Care to check it out for a bit?”

“You know I’ll never turn down music and dancing.”

You and Harry go into the club, and check your coats, not wanting to carry them around all night. The place was massive, and extremely loud. There were bottle girls and VIP sections. You had never been to a place like this before. After getting a few drinks into your system, you dance together and laugh. You loved when Harry let loose. The way he would grind against you to the beat of a song, any song. And he loved the way your head would roll back against his shoulder, as your ass would press further against him.

Time had gotten away from the both of you, and around two in the morning you noticed a lot of people in their VIP sections sitting down and snorting cocaine. Your eyes bug out. You had only seen cocaine once in your life, at a college party.

“Holy shit, people still do that.” You point over to the people.

“Yeah, it’s really big here. We should get goin’ since that’s startin’ up.”

“Good idea.”

You both grab your coats, and begin your walk back to Harry’s flat. You were happy you wore the boots that you did. Your feet hurt, but not as bad if you had worn heels.

“Have you ever done that?”

“What? Cocaine?” He laughs. “No, love.”

“Was it annoying when you came to school in America, and you couldn’t drink? I mean, I would’ve stayed here just so I could.” You giggle.

“Not too annoyin’. Niall, Louis and I would take the drive up to Canada quite a bit so we could get our fill. We drank underage in school like everyone else. Wasn’t a big deal.”

“Have you ever done any sort of drug to get high?”

“I mean, I’ve smoked weed before, but I don’t really like smokin’, so I’ve only done it a couple of times. I have done mushrooms once or twice.”

“What was that like?”

“Um…hard to explain, but you just don’t think straight.” He starts laughing. “I like jumped out of a window, and fell. I ended up biting the very tip of my tongue off.”

“Oh my god!”

“Hurt like hell.” You start laughing.

“Why did you jump out of a window?”

“I have no idea. So, I haven’t done it really since then. I was in grad school when that happened.”

“You’re wild.”

“What about you? Ever done anythin’ like that?”

“No…I mean, I’ve been hotboxed before, but I’ve never actually smoked. I’d rather just drink you know? I’ve never really had the desire to get high.”

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done piss drunk?”

“Get my nipples pierced.” You both laugh.

Harry keys into his flat, and you both climb the stairs up. You were still feel pretty buzzed from the alcohol you consumed. You go straight to the luxurious bathroom to do your nightly routine.

“Baby, can I have your shirt to wear to bed?” You ask as he’s just taking his undershirt off. He smiles and tosses it to you. You get undressed, and put it on. He goes into the bathroom next.

His London bedroom was so tranquil. You knew he kept it nice for the people who paid to sleep there. He slides into bed next to you.

“Do people ever ask you about your pictures?”

“All the time, they ask where they can buy them. Once in a while I make a pretty good sale.” He pulls you into him. “Having a nice time so far?”

“It’s been amazing.” You kiss him lightly. “I can’t wait to go sightseeing tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait either. Weather’s supposed to be good, cold, but no snow.” You yawn, and one from him follows. “Guess we should sleep, yeah?”

“Mhm. I love you.” You kiss him again, and turn over.

“Love you too.” He turns with you, slipping a leg between yours to properly spoon you.

Even though you both had been out late the night before, you were eager to get up and start the day. Harry made you coffee from a French press, it tasted delicious.

“I better go shower, I need to wash my hair today. I want it to look nice if we take pictures.” Harry scoffs.

“If.” He sips his coffee. “I’m bringin’ m’camera. We are going to be total tourists today.” You giggle and head into the bathroom. You turn back around and raise an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“You coming?” He smiles eagerly and shuffles into the bathroom with you.

The showerhead was large and sprayed in an even distribution. You and Harry didn’t have to do the dance you always did when one of you needed time in the water.

“Would you wash my hair?” He asks.

“Course I will.” You put a dime size amount of shampoo into your hands and lather it into his scalp. He lets out a sigh when he feels your nails rake over him. He stands and rinses it out when you’re done. You wash your hair and body. You inspect the ends of your hair and scrunch your face.

“What’s that face for?”

“Nothing, just need to go to the salon soon. My ends have gone to shit, and I need my color touched up. My grey strands are starting to peak through. That’s why I get my hair highlighted, otherwise I’d just leave it dark like the underside.”

“Babe, you do not have grey hair.” He laughs.

“I do! Right around my hairline, it’s so annoying. I knew it was coming, my mom went grey early, so did my Nannie. Anyways, I think I have an appointment set up for when we get back, so it’ll be fine.”

Harry usually noticed when you got your hair done. Every six or seven weeks you would go and get a partial foil to touch up your blonde highlights over your chocolate brown hair. You always loved your natural color, so you kept the underside of it untouched. But you also loved the way the highlights looked. It was an expensive thing to keep up with, but it was something you did for yourself. Same with getting your nails done. It made you happy.

“Do you mind just giving me a minute to myself?” You pick up your razer and blush.

“Sure thing.” He kisses you, and leaves you to your business.

You felt extremely nervous. You were going to surprise him with something romantic and wonderful after dinner tonight.

After you get out of the shower, you moisturize your legs and dry your hair. You throw some curls in, and then look at the clothes you brought.

“Oh! I’ll wear that sweatsh-jumper your mom gave me. I can wear it with my black jeans. Do you think I’ll need a hat?”

“Did you bring one?”

“Mhm.”

“Might be a good idea to put it in your bag. You’ll definitely want gloves. Think I’ll wear my jumper too. You know we dress kind of similarly.” He says as he puts on his black jeans that have a few rips in them.

“I’ve noticed that.” You giggle.

After you get dressed you put some makeup on. Harry makes some avocado toast for you both.

“When did you get groceries?”

“Asked Gem to pick some things up for us.” He shrugs. “She’ll be joinin’ us tonight with her boyfriend, he’s a great guy. A couple other mates will be there too. You good with Chinese food?”

“Yeah, works for me. I’m happy to go wherever.” You both finish breakfast, and throw you jackets on.

Harry drives you in closer to where a lot of the things you want to see are, and find a place to park. You felt stupid for thinking so, but it felt like you were in Disney world with how heavily decorated everything was for Christmas. You started off with Buckingham Palace. Harry took countless pictures of you, and you were able to get someone to take some decent ones of the two of you.

It was when you were on the London Eye that your jaw dropped. You could see everything so clearly. Harry snapped some candids of you looking out in amazement. You take a selfie of the two of you with your phone, and kiss his cheek at the last second. He turns to look at you and you kiss as you snap another photo. You both giggle when you look at it.

“You’ll have to send me those.” He says, putting an arm around you.

“It’s so beautiful up here.” You nuzzle your cold nose to his.

“Getting hungry for lunch? Might be nice to pop in somewhere warm for a bit.”

“Yes! Great idea.”

You both agree on a little bistro where fresh soup was on the menu. You opt for a broccoli cheddar soup, while Harry goes for a tomato bisque.

“The dairy from that won’t bother you, love?”

“It shouldn’t. This is my favorite soup, never had a problem with it.” You smile, crushing some crackers to put on top of your hot soup. You dip your spoon in, and bring it up to your mouth. Harry watches as you lick your lips after. “Mm, soo good.”

After lunch, Harry surprised you with tickets to The British Museum. You were fascinated by so much. Harry had been the museum tons of times, so he was happy to just watch your reactions to the various things that excited you.

As the sun was setting, he brought you to Hyde Park. Even in the cold winter, it was still beautifully maintained. He was able to get some beautiful golden hour shots in.

“What time is dinner?”

“Around seven. Time to head back, yeah?”

“Mhm.” You make your way to the rental car, and head to his flat. “This was the most amazing day Harry, seriously, thank you so much.”

“Still lots to see. Tomorrow I wanna take you shopping at some of the stores we walked by yesterday. Oh, and I promised you that you could have a go at drivin’.”

“I can’t believe we only have two days left. This trip is flying by.”

“Guess that means we’ll just have to come back longer next time.” He puts his hand on your thigh and gives it a squeeze.

You’re puzzled on what to wear to dinner. Harry sees your distressed look.

“It’s kind of a nice place, I’m wearin’ dress pants myself.”

“Alright, a dress it is. I have some nylons I can wear with this dress.” You take out a baby blue dress, and lay it on the bed. It was a modest dress, a few sequins on it for texture, high neckline with short sleeves. Fit to your body, and hugged around your thighs. You take your clothes off and step into the dress. “Zip me up?” Harry does as you ask.

He puts on his dark blue dress pants and a white button up. You slip on a pair of black booties, not wanting to be cold. You run your fingers through your hair, making sure it’s still nice and wavy.

“You look stunning my love.” He says wrapping his arms around you.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You give him a light kiss on the lips, not wanting to smudge your lipstick.

“Better get goin’.”

You take a cab to the restaurant. Gemma and her boyfriend are there already. You all greet each other. She tells you that you look lovely, and you compliment her as well. Some other people show up, and practically jump onto Harry.

“Y/N, these are my friends Mitch and Sarah.”

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you.” You say to them.

Once your entire party is there, you all are seated at a nice round table. Gemma sits on the side of you that Harry doesn’t sit on. You felt relief to sit next to someone you sort of knew.

“Never thought I’d see Harry bring a girl home for the holidays, how did you both meet?” Sarah asks.

“You know m’mate Niall?” They both nod. “Well, he works with Y/N, and so after like two years of him talkin’ about her all the time.” Your face flushes. You knew Niall often gushed about you, but you didn’t realize quite how much. “I asked him to set me up with this supposed amazing girl.” Harry’s hand find yours under the table, and you lean closer to him. “Hit it off, and it’s been almost five months now.”

“How sweet, a blind date.” Sarah beams at the two of you.

“How long have you all known each other for?”

“I’ve known Harry since we were kids.” Mitch says.

“And Harry and I met at summer camp. I ended up at the same high school as him and Mitch.”

“But Sarah and I didn’t date until uni.”

“So you’ve been together a while?” They both giggle. She extends her left hand out to you.

“Tied the knot almost two years ago.”

“Congratulations!”

A waiter comes over to take all of your drink orders. You all decide on some large dishes to share to make things easier. Plenty of options for you and Harry. Everything tasted delicious.

“So, Y/N, you were able to not be with family this week?” Sarah asks.

“I’m Jewish so I don’t really celebrate Christmas.”

“Oh! How wonderful. Certainly makes trips like these easier on you.”

“Definitely.”

“She brought Harry to a Hanukkah party at her uncle’s house, had him sit on his knee for a present, pictures were incredible.” Gemma laughs.

“Is that what that was?!” Mitch laughs. “I knew we’d like you, puttin’ him through that.”

“It wasn’t that big a deal.” Harry says, sipping on his drink. “I’m part of the family now, y’know.”

“Well I would hope so.” Gemma says. “She’s certainly part of ours.” You smile at his sister.

You all take your time with the food, and keep ordering drinks. You took it easy, nursing your cocktails. You didn’t want to get wasted, not tonight. Harry picked up on this, and also took it easy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight, or on the trip in general. He truthfully wasn’t expecting anything. If you weren’t ready back home, what would make coming to a foreign country any different?

“Did Harry take ya around today?” Gemma asks.

“Yeah, we went all over the place, it was so much fun.” You take out your phone to show her some pictures.

“Don’t know how you two can even keep your eyes open, I’d be exhausted.” She laughs. ‘What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Takin’ her shoppin’.”

“Oh, that’ll be fun. Y/N, what’s your number, I can text you the names of the places I like best.” You exchange phone numbers with her.

“Do you have WhatsApp? That’s what I’m using while I’m here so I don’t get charged any fees.”

“That’s right, completely forgot about all that.”

“Since you two had a long day, we won’t ask to go out tonight, but maybe tomorrow we could all go out drinkin’?” Sarah asks. Harry looks at you and you nod.

“Sure, we could do tha’ tomorrow.”

All of the men at the table square up the check, and you head out. You all wait for your separate cabs, saying your goodbyes. You lean your head on Harry’s shoulder in the cab as he rubs the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb.

You both kick your shoes off the second you get into the flat. You had done so much walking today. You immediately go to look out the window to see the lights of the city.

“Want any wine or anythin’?”

“That would be great.” You smile as he pops a cork. He takes two glasses out and pours it for you.

“Cheers.” You clink your glass with his. “Got a smart TV here too, want me put on Spotify?”

“Sure! Music sounds perfect right now.” You sit down on the soft couch. He puts on a random playlist just for background music. You were nervous. Harry was nervous, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. He sits down next to you. “Your friends are really nice.”

“Yeah, they’re great.”

“It’s nice that your sister is friends with them too. None of my siblings and I have mutual friends. Guess that goes along with the age difference.”

“I know you’re close with your brother, but you and Erica seem alright too.”

“We are now. She was a senior when I was freshman in high school, so anytime I like talked to someone she knew she was like- holy shit!” You look over at the TV. “Damn, I haven’t heard this song in forever.”

Harry loved when you would do this. You’d often do this in the car. You both would be in the middle of a conversation, and all of a sudden the volume would be cranked, and the car would fill with the sound of your voice belting out whatever song it was. Harry knew to be quiet to let you do your thing, and then you’d continue the conversation. He loved that you were just so comfortable. This song happened to be Rockin’ That Shit by The Dream.

“Sorry, silly song to freak out over.” You giggle.

“S’okay, I like when you lose yourself in a song.”

“It’s just so nostalgic. We’d play this a lot when we’d pregame in college, and we always forgot it was on the playlist, so when it would come on we’d all freak out. It was funny.” You sip your wine, and lick your lips.

You feel your pulse start to tense. You weren’t sure why you felt this way. He was your boyfriend, and he loved you. You had been so open and honest with him about so many things. Why couldn’t you just come right out and say it? It was time he knew that he’s waited long enough, and that tonight you both would get what you’ve been wanting basically since you met.

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tesslahey · 4 years ago

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a deal is a deal- john b

pairings: john b x fem!kook!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

a/n- this is my first one shot/imagine, so I’m sorry if there are any typos. i hope u like it, bc I know i liked writing it😝also, i’m more of a rafe gal myself, but I’ve noticed that there is barely any john b stuff on this app, as well as wattpad and ao3, so i hope the john b stans find this.

enjoy xoxo

-tess

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Dating John B definitely came with its own set of challenges. Especially when you’re a Kook, and you have an overprotective brother who despises pogues. Of course, your relationship had to be kept a secret, but it made it more fun in a way. At least for now.

You haven't seen John B in a few weeks because you just went on vacation with your family. It was the beginning of summer, school was finally out and you could spend time with your boyfriend without the stress of school work and friend groups. You talked to John B all night last night over the phone, about your vacation and meaningless things, you just liked the comfort of his voice. And you talked about your reunion, which was tonight.

Your parents were getting dinner with their rich, uptight friends, and your older brother, Danny was having Rafe, Topper and Kelce over. They never bothered you. They were only focused on getting plastered, like they did every weekend.

You just got out of the shower and put on your vanilla lotion and rose perfume. You smiled as you put it on, because John B always complimented how you smelled. You brushed your hair and put on a white lace bralette and underwear, which made your freshly tanned skin(from your vacation to Aruba) look really good. On top of that, you wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, trying your best not to look like you're getting ready to hookup with your boyfriend when you had to see your parents leave for dinner.

You went downstairs and got some snacks, the normal movie night snacks- popcorn and sour patch kids.

“Y/n, lock up behind us. We should be back before midnight. Text us if you need us. But only if you really need to.” your mom said with her back turned to you, looking for something in the cabinet.

She wasn’t looking at them, but you could see Kelce and Rafe sneaking with your parents liquor, looking to you to distract her so they could get into hiding.

“Hey mom, can you leave out money for pizza. She then turned toward you and opened her bag and gave you a $20.

While she was focusing on you, You motioned for them to go before they got caught.

“Thanks mom, have fun.” You said as she kissed your cheek and left with your dad. Kelce and Rafe came out of hiding to go down your basement stairs.

“I didn’t see anything.” You said while grabbing your snacks.

“Thanks y/n we owe you.” Kelce said, opening the door to the basement.

When you got to your room, you struggled to lock the door with your snacks in your hand. You removed your sweatpants and sweatshirt and put on one of John B’s hoodies. You opened the window, for John B’s ninja entrance of course, and tidied your room. You turned on your favorite show, That 70’s show and opened the snacks. You texted John B to come over now and he said he was on his way within minutes. 10 minutes later, you could hear your window creaking and with that, he stumbled in.

Before exchanging any words, you ran up to him and bear hugged him. He tapped your legs as a signal for you to jump.

After hugging for a while, he broke the silence by saying, “God I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, love. But now you're here, and my parents aren’t home.” You said in a suggesting manner.

You looked in his eyes and smiled at his raised eyebrow from your tone.

“Oh really. Then I guess you won't mind if I get rid of this.” He lifted your sweatshirt, leaving you in the matching set you were wearing.

“Fuck your gorgeous” he droned out while staring at you. You responded by re-attaching your lips, which turned into a passionate fight for dominance, but of course, John B won, like he always did.

He leaned you back on the bed and kissed down your neck, leaving marks that you knew you would have to worry about covering up later. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were together, and you felt the same fuzzy feeling you always had when you were with him. You had been with others in the past, but no one made you feel as confident and safe as John B.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan from the feeling of John B kissing down your jaw and collarbone. You tangled your fingers in his messy beachy mop of hair. When you tugged on it gently, he groaned against your skin, leaving chills down your spine.

You tugged his hair to motion him to kiss you again and you flipped on top of him. You couldn't help but grind into him as you tugged his shirt off, which felt very sensitive since you hadn't done anything in a few weeks.

Just as he went to pull the strap of your bra down, you heard the doorknob turning. You quickly shoved John B off the bed and with that, Topper and Rafe opened your door, seeing you fumbling to put on a hoodie and John B falling over to run into the bathroom connected to your room.

“Woah” Rafe said as he stared at what he was seeing in disbelief. Topper turned away while trying to hide his blush.

“Get the fuck out.” You said while shoving them out the door.

“What do you want?” you said crossing your arms over your chest.

“Who the fuck was that?” Rafe yelled. I could tell they had been drinking, because I smelled the expensive liquor on them that I knew my dad would be pissed they drank.

“Remember earlier when you said you owe me for not letting you get caught.” You said with puppy dog eyes.

“Y/n, I don’t-” Rafe started, but you cut him off by saying “A deal is a deal, I helped you, now you help me. Don’t tell my brother, or anyone. Got it?”

Rafe looked away as if he was thinking about what to say.

“Fine.” Rafe scoffed.

“Be safe, and make good choices, Topper giggled out with his drunken state.”

You cringed at his words and muttered out a “yeah whatever.” and shut your door.

Your half-clothed boyfriend came out of hiding with a worried look. “It’s fine, I figured it out. I could’ve sworn my door was locked” you said while walking up to him.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed the top of your head. “It's fine. Plus it was funny to watch you run around like a crazy woman.” He said brushing your hair away from your face.

“Oh shut up.” You said while jokingly hitting his arm.” He laughed at your sarcasm and lowered himself to kiss you again.

“Now, where were we.”

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years ago

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The Bitterness of Love

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Word Count: 2160

Warning: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters except for the storyline. All rights goes to Pixelberry.

A/N: Hi! I am back and this is... an angst. (I have missed writing angst and I want to try and write something!) I hope all of you enjoyed it, it made my heart break a little but, I am proud of it hehe! Apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes since English is not my first language! Enjoy! (Also, I just winged it on the title since I suck at it, but.. it sounds pretty cool honestly *winks*)

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They wonder what the future might be like as they glanced at their windows, one of them was on the other side of the world while the other is living their life at their ‘home’ where all the memories were stamped on every inch of the place.

She was getting ready for the day, as she curls her hair. She suddenly felt a touch, the one that she felt familiar with, his touch. The way he would play with her hair, as they took their time getting ready for work once upon a day. The room was quiet as she sat in front of the mirror, with her hands on her hair somehow, trying her very best to feel the familiar touch once more. At the end, its just a memory as she pulled her hands off her hair, shaking her head before she slips on her white coat.

He was stood up gazing through the glass windows, as the sun starts to rise. The view was breathtaking, as his mouth curled up into a smile. He would often take a seat a few minutes before the sun rises as he would enjoy the view. His life was somehow at a fast pace, as the highway but… sitting there watching the sunrise; it slowed down just for a few moments. Those moments where he could envision anything, anyone, and anywhere. He was brought into a trance, as he felt arms hugging him on his waist, along with the familiar smell of lavender shampoo that made his day. He tried to grasp the touch, but it felt invisible. Nothing was there, as he tried to reach it but… the luck runs out. He was brought back to reality once more, as he shook his head somehow trying to get rid of the memory within his mind. Soon, he found himself wearing the same old green scrubs that had helped him survive this life.

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The day went by quickly for both of them, he was doing several surgeries whilst she was diagnosing her patients happily. Once before they were together, but… now, together was a memory where they would relieve as it were there glory days. The days where the love was a presence, happiness was something real, before heartbreak entered into the horizons.

She would sigh, as she walked through the familiar hallways where they would sneak their little moments where love was blooming. The small interactions where they had been the talk of the staff. Her pace was slowed down, as a camera was capturing her every motion slowly.

He was cheered upon after he managed to complete a complicated surgery, where he would earn endless praise. The look on his face was happiness, somehow.. it felt incomplete. His mind would search to find her, to tell her the good news. His head tilted as in the search for her, but she is not there. She hasn’t been there for a long time. He lets out a sigh, as he walks away.

The day went by quickly after, as their work captures their whole attention from the lingering feeling in their heart. Longing for one another’s touch. They would go out and meet new people, as an attempt of so-called, filling the void. Every party, every drink they had as they tried to vanished the feeling away. They would fill their desires, but… the heart still longed for a feeling named, ‘love’.

‘I am okay.’

‘Never better, man.’

They would smile through the pain, as somehow a reminder of one another appeared. The smell of her perfume, the sweet scent of his favorite shampoo, his favorite food, her favorite song. The one trigger that made their friends look at them in concern, giving them the look of sadness when it was mentioned.

The day was long for both of them, working in a hospital. It took a lot of time, as their shifts would end during the time where the darkness replace the sunlight. The moon shines brightly being their guide back home.

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The shine from the moon reflects through his windows, as he walked into the quiet apartment. It's different from the home they had before where it's their heaven where all good memories were made. Fast forward, he sat on the couch as he stared blankly at the television in front of him, as his smile perk up remembering a memory from before.

‘C’mon Casey, its tradition to watch every popular horror movie on Halloween night.’ Bryce said as they are deciding on what to watch.

Casey lets out a sigh,

‘I have a huge hatred towards horror movies Bryce. We can watch any movie except horror. I don’t want to be awake at night to fetch water and imagining Chucky is about to kill me in that kitchen with his damned knife…’ Casey shivers at the thought.

They went quiet, as he was thinking about a solution.

‘Okay. I have a preposition, you would watch one movie and I promised to be your trusty hero if you ever encountered a living Chucky doll in our kitchen.’ Bryce couldn’t help but stifled laughter as he finishes his sentence.

He felt a huge thump as Casey throws a pillow straight to his face, as she pouts. Bryce laughs and pulled her into his embrace.

‘Alright, I am playing with you.’ He said as he starts to place small kisses on her arms making her smile despite her attempt on staying mad at him. It's impossible to stay mad at him.

‘Its serious Bryce, I had this weird dream that Chucky would kill me in my sleep and I am not kidding.’ She playfully smacked his arm as he pulled her closer.

‘Alright, alright. We will watch any Disney movie of your choice tonight if you promise to watch one horror movie with me.’ Bryce stated as Casey raised a skeptical eyebrow at his statement.

‘What’s the catch?’

Bryce smiles at the question, making her curious even more on his intentions.

‘There’s no catch, cant a man wants to make his girl happy?’ Bryce replies as his eyes soften at the sight of her. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, she was wearing his shirts with sweatpants. She still looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.

‘You are a sap Lahela.’ Casey said as she placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘You love me anyway Valentine.’ He winked as they settled on watching ‘Tangled’ and a horror classic, ‘Saw’ as the night goes on.

He smiled at the moment that flashed before his eyes, he knew he loved her at the time. But, ‘love’ sometimes can disappear. The feeling can be self-destructing, as life gets in between them. He lets out a sigh, as he gets himself ready for the night.

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Casey made her way back to the apartment where she used to share with her friends, most of them had moved out ever since they had gotten their very own personal lives to follow. They would still visit her frequently especially Jackie and Aurora since they would crash at hers after work is over. Sometimes, they would have a sleepover and just, have fun like old times. She turned on the switch as she was meet with her living room, the darkness around her felt comforting. After placing her jacket on the rack, she immediately made her way to change as she felt needed a fresh change after the long day she had.

The sight of her room puts a smile on her face since she is ready to plop herself to bed and just let herself sleep for the night. After a perfect shower, Casey gets herself ready as she raids her closet. Her eyes stopped at a familiar number of shirts, and a pair his very own sweatpants that were folded nicely at the corner. The sight of it brought a small smile to her face, as he would leave it there during the times he would stay for the night.

She took a deep breath, as she decides to wear it after all these years. The smell of him was gone, it was replaced by the smell of nostalgia as the memories flooded in her mind. The shirt was huge on her, but… she didn’t mind. The familiar comfort from it brings tears to her eyes as she is ready to call it a night. It felt like he was hugging her through the fabric, as she pulled the covers above her head.

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‘When are you leaving for the conference again?’ Casey asked quietly as they were laying down with their faces a few feet from each other.

‘Tomorrow night.’ Bryce replied with a sadness in his voice, he had to go on a conference with Harper at New York for a few days and he knew Casey ain’t taking it easy.

There was silence, as the only sound that can be heard was their heartbeats. They were close enough to hear each other’s heart.

‘I’ll be back Cas, don’t worry.’ Bryce’s voice was as soft as silk, as his hands brushed the strand of hair that was covering her face.

‘I know… it will be very lonely without you here.’ Her green eyes gazed into his brown ones, as she lets out a small sigh.

‘I will be sure to leave some momento of myself when I leave.’ Bryce winks at her, causing her to smile as her head was buried into his chest.

The atmosphere was quiet, as they decided to call it a night. Casey was still awake, as she felt herself smiling at his beautiful face which is illuminated by the moonlight that was reflected through her window.

‘I love you Bryce Lahela.’ She whispered before letting herself fall into a deep slumber safely in his arms.

The day he left for New York, Casey makes her way back to the apartment. Following her routine, her eyes widen at a box on the coffee table. After placing her stuff on the counter, she rushed to it.

She opened it gracefully as a smile appeared on her face, the smile that one would have after their food would arrive. She took out the contents of the box which consists of a few t-shirts of his, and a pair of sweatpants. People might call her crazy for smiling over pieces of clothing but, she couldn’t care less. All of the contents were taken out, and the scent of him made her smile even wider.

In a flash, she gets herself ready for the night with her ‘new’ outfits, consists of his very own sweatpants and a very rugged t-shirt. Somehow, the scent of it bring comfort to her and laying in the bed felt like he was there with her. Hugging her from behind, telling her that everything is gonna be alright.

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Bryce was in his hotel room, as a smile appeared on his face thinking about the goodies he left for her. It wasn’t much, but… maybe he would surprise her with something even better when he gets back.

His mind was wandering at the three words that had escaped from her mouth the other night. He never thought about that, the feeling of love. He had dated a few people in the past, the feeling with them is different than what he felt for Casey. He would feel somehow at peace as he saw the smile on her face, the way his days would light up at the sight of her and the feeling of having her in his arms felt like…

Home.

The thought was playing in his mind, as he smiled. Because, he felt it too. Love.

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She didn’t realize her tears had fallen from the memory, it had been a long time since it happened. She haven’t seen him in a long time, the only reminder left of him was the garments that she was wearing. The nostalgia of his touch, is something she didn’t know she needed after all these years.

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, the mention of her from the snippet of his mind bothered him. He saw her face through his friends, the way she would smile in the pics as they went to dinner together. That smile, makes his heart leap in happiness. The smile that he never gets tired of seeing. After all these years, even from a thousand miles away she never failed to make him smile.

‘I miss you so much.’ The words echoed from the both of them, as the darkness around them paints as a disguise on the pain that their heart is feeling.

There were times it would work out, where their futures is filled with happiness from once upon a day but… sometimes, it’s just not meant to be. And, they have to live with it for the rest of their lives.

THE END.

A/N: Hi! I hope all of you enjoyed the ride, it was really fun to write! Don’t forget to like, comment and reblog! It really means a lot to writers. Thank you so much for reading once more. 💖😊 - A

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 45

~*~Emma~*~

We laid in his bed kissing, cuddling, and talking until we needed to get ready for dinner.

Sebastian was going to shower while I used my travel steamer on the two dresses I'd brought. “Oh yeah!” He pulled me over to his closet, “I made some room so you could hang up whatever you needed.” The look on his face was adorable. “Excited to see your stuff mixed in with mine. Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” I kissed him, feeling instantly stupid for the silly things I’d been worried about on the train. Room in his closet wasn't the only space he was making for me. There was a place in his toothbrush holder where mine would fit. If I got thirsty, I'd just go look around the kitchen and find something to drink. He'd pulled out a luggage rack so I could just put my dirty clothes underneath. And he wanted to show me his favorite books. All of my silly fears disappeared with being here and realizing he not only want me here but wanted me part of his space.

The sex... with confidence I can say this was the best sex of my life. No man had ever been so attentive to me feeling good, not just the goal of orgasm, me feeling good. Sex is so fun with him. Hot, intense, amazing, and just so fucking fun. He plays my body like he's known me for much longer than two weeks. I’m very well taken care of. I think I take care of him as well, but I have ideas.

I’d washed and curled my hair this morning. I wrapped it in a towel when I jumped in the shower. My plan, especially after him talking about how much he liked skin, was to wear it up. His comments made my dress choice easy. When I came out of the bathroom, he was dressed in a pair of charcoal blue pants and was rolling up the sleeves on a light pink dress shirt. He glanced over with a smile. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. There was something intimate in getting ready, dressed up, together. I walked over and ran my hand over his shoulder, “You look very handsome.”

“Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”

“You’re not in my way. You’re welcome to stay.”

He shook his head quickly and looked appalled, “Hell no. I like seeing the finished product walking toward me.”

“I’ve noticed this.” I grabbed my makeup bag and stepped back into his bathroom, leaving the door open. “I enjoy your reaction.” I was thinking of the one where he lifted me onto the breakfast bar and went up my skirt.

I think he knew. “I bet you do.” He came over and leaned against the bathroom door. He was quiet for a minute, watching me put on makeup. “I like this too.”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I shrugged one shoulder, “Now you have a decision to make.”

He wrapped his arm around my stomach and waited for me to look over so he could kiss me, “See you when you’re ready.” His hand trailed over my butt as he walked away.

No matter what I was doing it never took me that long to put on makeup. Honestly, part of why I don’t wear a lot of makeup is because I’m really bad at it. I’m fine with the basics. It took Angie hours to teach me how to do a cat eyeliner. I did wear false eyelashes once, but Angie had to put them on me. Anytime I’ve needed to go all out I just scheduled an appointment or had someone come to me. Tonight, I went a little more dramatic. I excel at doing my hair. The thought made me laugh out loud. I twisted and secured my hair with a clip that would be invisible under the hair that hungover. After putting in my favorite earrings, small gold hoops with a diamond drop, I nodded to the mirror, satisfied. My dress was a deep wine color modified A-line with an off the shoulder bateau neckline and cap sleeves. The sleeves turned into wide straps in the back and crossed, leaving a triangle of bare skin on my lower back. It hit a little above my knees. From the front, it looked simple, but the X of the straps on the back upped the sexiness with it cut deep between my shoulder blades and the strip of bare skin lower. Underneath I wore a deep green strapless bra and g-string with double straps.

I slipped on a pair of black heels and headed out to meet my date, the click of my heels on his wood floors announcing my approach. Sebastian was leaning against the window sill on the far side of the room with his hands holding onto the brick on either side of him. He didn’t move, watching me walk the distance to him. His eyes caressed me and the curve of his smile said he liked what he saw. I stopped impossibly close to him. He leaned in, laying his cheek against mine, “Emma, ești atât de frumoasă.” He kissed my lips as he moved back.

I knew what he’d said. You’re so beautiful. “Mulțumesc, Sebasti-an.”

“How hard is going to be for me to get your hair down? Cause I want to do the thing."

"The thing?"

"The thing where I let your hair down and it falls over your shoulders. And me."

"One clip."

"Perfect."

We kissed again and I used my thumb to wipe the smudge of lipstick off his mouth, “Ready to go?” He nodded and I took his hand, turning my back on him to lead him to the door.

I heard a quiet groan from behind me. Exactly the reaction I was looking for. Before we got to the door he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back against him, “I left out my favorite stretch of skin earlier.” He left wet kisses along the slope of my neck from right below my ear to halfway across my shoulder. “I admit it’s partly because of the smell of your perfume and the way you turn your head and I can see the dimple in your cheek as you smile. It’s also very close to here.” He sucked the back of my neck.

“Sebastian,” I said his name very quietly. His mouth on the back of my neck was a threat to us not making it out of the apartment.

He laughed, “Exactly why.”

We made it out the door, into the cab, and all the way to the restaurant with nothing more than holding hands. The restaurant was on the upper west side on a block of townhouses tucked away in a cellar. If you didn’t know where it was, you’d never find it. Sebastian led me to an old metal staircase with rose petals on the treads and I was questioning why he’d picked here. My doubts were erased when we walked through the door. I felt like we’d stepped from Manhattan into another world. The rustic space was lit by nothing but candles. Not matching sconces, every one was different. Tables, chairs, and cushions were the same mismatched style with deep jewel tones. As we were led to our table, I looked at all the intimate spaces that had been arranged. We walked through an arched doorway in a brick wall and were seated at a small table with a corner velvet sofa. Our ability to sit so close was definitely arranged by Sebastian.

The hostess left and Sebastian asked, “What do you think?”

I turned my head toward him, “I love it. I’ve never been to a place like this. It’s so romantic and intimate.”

Sebastian nodded, “It is romantic and intimate. One of my friends mentioned it a long time ago, but I’ve never come here. It’s incredible. Food’s supposed to be good too.”

“Handy!” I kissed him right before our server showed up. I liked that he hadn’t been here before. Thinking of him at such a romantic place with someone else made my stomach tighten. Yes, I realize we’d both been in relationships, been in love, but that doesn’t mean I want to think about it. I’m willing to bet if I asked Sebastian he’d agree knowing about and thinking about were very different.

On the advice of our server, I ordered a tamarind and cinnamon cocktail and Sebastian went for a spiced bourbon infusion. Both sounded delicious and we’d be sharing anyway. We studied the menu while we waited for our drinks and decided sharing was the theme for the night. There was a customizable mezze platter that sounded perfect and would let us have a little of everything. Plus, eating off the same plate felt like the right choice to go with the space.

Sebastian's drink was better. Mine wasn't bad, just a little too sweet. Above the table, he held my hand. Under the table, his fingers caressed the bare skin on my lower back.

"I’m fascinated by your dress." He kissed my shoulder. "Curious what the other one looks like."

"Blacker, shorter, tighter.” I drew the neckline on my chest. "Off-center V neck."

"I would have liked that too."

"There's always tomorrow."

"The guys will appreciate if you wear that to the gym."

"What should I expect from them?"

He rolled his eyes, "Flirting, inappropriate comments, and completely untrue stories about me."

We finished off his drink while Sebastian told me a couple of stories and it sounded like they had a lot of fun. My too sweet drink was replaced with two of his. Sebastian moved his arm to the back of the sofa and turned toward me, “Tell me about this high-end vibrator of yours?”

I took a sip of my drink before answering. I wouldn’t have told him if I had a problem with him knowing. “Wouldn’t you rather wait for the next time you’re at my place and just see it?”

He considered that for a few seconds, “Both. General information now.”

I played with his fingers, “It’s a suction vibrator.” I looked down, “The color of my dress. Very pretty.”

“I bet.” He smiled and I knew the question he was about to ask. “How often does it get used?”

The answer was delayed by the arrival of our food. The whole restaurant smelled of spices, but the plate in front of us brought a stronger smell of meats and vegetables into the mix. I reached for the bacon-wrapped dates, biting one in half. Sebastian popped an olive in his mouth. The flavor exploded in my mouth; the sweetness of the date, the saltiness of the bacon, and the crunch of the almonds made my taste buds very happy. I held out the other half to Sebastian and kept chewing. His lips closed over my fingers and I felt a touch of his tongue before the morsel was gone. His face lit up, “That’s good.”

I nodded and grabbed an olive, “Before or after meeting you?”

I watched him replay the last bits of conversation to figure out what I was asking. He tore off a chunk of the grilled pitta and handed it to me before dipping his piece in the Baba Ganoush. “Is there a difference?”

I went for the hummus. “Well, yeah. Usually four-ish times a week, but long weekends with you have definitely dropped the average. And not always with toys, sometimes fingers.” I wiggled my fingers at him.

Sebastian squinted his eyes and made a tortured noise, “Good to know.”

“What about you?”

He speared one of the lamb meatballs with a fork, “Every day.” He smiled as he chewed. “No toys, just my hand. Shower mostly. Lube in the nightstand.”

I repeated his words, “Good to know.” I took the last bit of meatball off his fork and hummed my approval. “That’s delicious too.”

“It’s all delicious.” He grabbed a shrimp and exaggerated the bite by tearing his head to the side. “This is my favorite.”

“The bacon-wrapped dates.” I pointed with the piece of chicken I’d pulled off the kabab. “Can I watch?” He looked confused, so I added, “You masturbate.”

That made him choke and he covered his mouth with his napkin. I waited patiently for his answer. Part of me can’t believe we’re discussing masturbation habits over dinner. Part of me isn’t surprised in the least.

Once Sebastian regained his ability to speak, he laughed, “Sure.” He waved a shrimp between us, “Do I get to use the sucky thing on you?”

“Placement can be a little fiddly.”

“Oh . . . I’m sure I’ll enjoy figuring it out.”

Conversations went back to tamer topics while we finished dinner and ordered dessert. My dessert was the best. I took the first bite of the orange portokalopita cake, closed my eyes, and moaned quietly. "You have to try this." I held out a fork full of the sticky cake, watching him open his mouth to take what I offered. “This tastes just like I had in Greece.”

Sebastian's reaction was identical to mine. "Fuck." He held out a bite of his chocolate cake. "Not as good, but still."

The chocolate was a close second, but I wanted more. I wanted him to feed me more…in this dark, romantic restaurant. We sat in the candlelight looking in each other's eyes, being quiet and still. I wanted to kiss him.

"I want you to kiss me."

I bit my lip, "Did I say that out loud?"

He nodded the slightest bit, "You did."

"Oops?"

His mouth turned into a frown, "So you don't want to kiss me?"

"I’ll let you in on a little secret." I moved closer, "I always want to kiss you." I closed what distance was left and pressed my mouth to his. "Always.”

Sebastian stretched back and pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up his camera and switching to the front camera, “Do that again.”

Our server was walking by with a couple of drinks, “Want me to do that?” She set the drinks on our table and waited for Sebastian to switch the camera back. We kissed again and the flash went off. “Now, one with less tongue.” We turned toward her laughing and the flash went off again. “That one’s good.” She handed him back his phone. “I’ll be back in a minute with your check, Mr. Stan.”

I kissed his cheek as he pulled up the pictures, “Can’t take you anywhere.”

He smiled and held his phone out, the picture of us looking at her laughing on the screen, “I like that.” He swiped to the kissing one, “Really like that.”

“Send them to me, please.”

He tapped a couple of buttons, “Done.”

A half-hour later we were back at his place.

We walked through the door and I automatically started to kick off my shoes. Sebastian stopped me, "Leave them on." He led me into the middle of his living room. "Stay right here."

I smiled when I realized he was hooking his phone into the speaker system. "Did you make a playlist?"

"I did." He looked back at me, "Took me two weeks and it's got six songs. I suck."

"I can't wait to hear." I was immediately curious about what songs he'd picked. Given the dinner we'd just had I was sure we weren't about to be dancing to 70's disco music.

I was wrong.

Abba's “Dancing Queen” started playing and I laughed as Sebastian did a little robot dance back to where he'd left me. My laughter was pure unadulterated joy. This man was so incredibly real, and because he was, I could be too. It was who we were together. Being silly with someone new was one of the scariest things. It took trust to be that carefree. Sure, there's trust in telling secrets and letting someone know you, but for me it's different. In a way, you're prepared for a reaction when you tell someone about yourself. When you're having fun and assing off, you're just in that childlike moment and it's so easy for a look or comment to ruin it, to squash the little kid in you.

Sebastian dancing over to me made me happy. All I wanted to do was join in on the fun with him. When they sang "you are a dancing queen, young and free, only seventeen" I stood in the middle of the floor, arms outstretched, twirling in a circle.

The music changed to John Newman's "Come and Get It." Still fun and upbeat, with a little bit of sexy. We held hands, dancing closer only to move apart, and circling each other. When the chorus of "come and get it if you really want it" started I walked backward away from him, motioning with my hands for him to come and get it. He followed, stepping toward each time I stepped back, hunting me in a way that made me want to be caught. Second chorus he took over teasing me, walking away, and turning briefly to crook his finger. At the end we were pushing and pulling each other around the room, smiling and having a ball.

"What if I never run into you? What if you never smiled at me?" I stopped and dropped my arms. This had been on my deserted island playlist from our first date. BSB "Chances." He'd snickered at my choice of the simple love song about all the what ifs that have to go right for two people to meet and fall in love. Sebastian lifted one of my hands to his shoulder, held my hand, and put his free hand on my waist.

"I listened to it on the train home and immediately felt bad for laughing. I mean, what if you hadn't touched my arm and asked if I was ok."

I continued the thought, "What if you didn't ask me to help find the chips?"

"What if you wouldn’t have waited outside?"

I had the last piece, "What if I hadn't asked for your name? Nonverbally, anyway."

He stepped closer to kiss me, "Meeting in a baking aisle is one in a million."

This was a slow song for big sweeping dance. That might be the video's choreography influencing me. I just followed where he led. Sebastian's playlist was building. Safe money was on the next one being a stow romantic ballad perfect for bodied pressed together and swaying to the music.

Two beats of piano before a man started to sing. I didn’t recognize the singer or the song. I look at him, still in his arms, "I don’t know this.”

Sebastian pulled me closer, tight against his chest. "Just listen to the words."

I laid my head on his shoulder, joined hands against his chest, and arms around each other keeping us close. I don’t know that I listened as much as I felt the words. “I don’t wanna blow it.” “Every time I’m with you I feel wanted. We could make believers if we dare.” “There is so much as stake. Hearts to soft to break, but we don’t need to go there.” I closed my eyes, feeling him breathe, feeling us move together. This is what it feels like to be wanted. To be safe in someone’s arms.

This is romance.

This is falling in love.

The next song I knew. Bryan Ferry’s "Slave to Love." Sultry, sexy music. Long instrumental sections that grew in intensity. Everything about this song felt like sex. Including how we danced. Sebastian let go of my hand, moving his to my back. I went up, both my hands holding on to his shoulders. He kept me close with a hand splayed between my shoulders and on my lower back. He was taking advantage of the cut of my dress to touch bare skin. I lifted my head from his shoulder to lay my temple against his cheek and slid my hand up his shoulder to cup the back of his neck. Our hips moved with the music and I could feel him growing hard. When I felt his lips on my skin, I turned my face up to kiss him. I met his open mouth, our tongues seeking out the other. His mouth was warm and I swear he still tasted like chocolate.

The kiss was soft, deep, and just as intense as the way we were moving together. I felt his hand go underneath my hair and felt the release of the clip. I heard the plastic hit the wood floor as my hair fell over his arm. He broke the kiss to bury his face in the strands that had fallen forward. His open mouth sucked at the slope of my shoulder as we touched and held on, never losing the beat of the song.

I knew the next song well. It's a beautiful dark love song fall of yearning and wanting comfort from another. I think Sebastian was going for the intensity, the yearning, without the sadness. We continued occasional kissing until about halfway through the song, when Sebastian turned me in his arms, pressing against my back. His arm wrapped around my waist with a hand on my hip assuring I moved with him. His other hand caressed along my bare shoulder and upper chest. His soft touch was mixed with a tight hold on my hip and his rigid length rubbing against my ass. I had a hand holding onto his neck, the other holding the arm he had around me. Staying in this moment would be perfect. I like the holding on, the movement, the soft kisses he laid on my shoulder, and how I could feel his breath on my skin. He moved his mouth next to my ear and quietly sang the secondary vocals. "Oh, I want to be inside of you." It repeated four times and by number three I wasn’t sure I could keep standing if he wasn’t holding on to me. I’m sure he could feel my reaction of sagging against him as easily as I could feel his erection.

He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, "Tell me to take you to bed."

I turned my body where I could to see him and put my hand on his face, "Take me to bed, Bastian."

Sebastian whispered, "Nothing I want more", before bending to lift under my knees and carry me to his bed.

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karimjohnson · 4 years ago

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Adore You: Just Let Me Adore You...

I’m glad to be back in the habit of writing and I can’t get enough of writing this kind of stuff for you all. Feel free to message me about any thing you would like to see me write for you all. I love feedback and I love help from your creative minds. I love to hear what you all like to see and read. So don’t be shy if there is something in particular you’d like me to write. I love you all and thank you for the support! Much love-K

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Summary: Harry invites you on a getaway trip to Jamaica with his bandmates. He is very much in love with his new video camera and wanted to make some new memories with it. One day on the trip, you all decided to rent a boat to just get out of the hotel. You have such a fun day out in the sun. When you get back to the hotel, you decided to have a surprise dinner with Harry and you find the footage that he has been editing from the trip. To your surprise the video is all about you and Harry.

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Rated: PG (Drinking, Fluff and a whole lotta love)

A couple of months ago, my friend Harry Styles started planning a trip to go to Jamaica with his band. He had texted me and asked me if I would want to tag along to just get away. I really couldn’t say no because I was so tired of sitting at my desk job. I needed a nice vacation anyway, so I took him up on his offer. Harry was thrilled when I told him yes because we have both so busy with work and hadn’t had much free time to hang out. We left LA Sunday night to get to Jamaica Monday morning. We all slept in on Monday and hung out at the resort we were staying at to just relax. We didn’t have set plans for the trip. We just wanted to go with the flow.

It was now Thursday; I was currently in my hotel room waiting to hear from everyone on what they wanted to do. I heard my phone ding and I went to look at the notification. I got a text from Ny, ‘Meet at Harry’s room in ten minutes so we can decide what we are doing for the day. -N.’ I smiled and texted her back saying okay. I got up off the bed and walked over to my suitcase to pick something out for the day. I wasn’t sure what we were going to be doing so I wanted to dress for any occasion to be safe. I decided on a Rasta bikini top and some black bottoms to go with it. I found some black ripped shorts and I smiled at them. I set those with the bikini and looked for a shirt to wear. I picked out a black see through crop top and smiled to myself.

I walked to my bathroom and started to change into my outfit. I put on some deodorant and perfume. I brush my teeth and wash my face before brushing my hair and pulling it into a half up/half down style. I turn in the mirror trying to make sure everything went well together and smiled to myself in satisfaction. I walked back out to my things and pack a few things into a bag. I put a towel, tanning lotion, and some sunscreen. I made sure I had my room key in my wallet, a phone charger, and my sunglasses. I decided to wear some black sandals and slide them on. I put my phone in my back pocket and head out of the door. I walked down the hall all the way to Harry’s room. I lightly knock on the big wooden door and wait patiently for someone to answer.

I heard some shuffling around the door and hear it start to open. I see a very tropical looking Harry smiling at me with a video camera in his hand. He pointed it down at me, “It’s Y/N!” He yelled and I started laughing. I waved to the camera and shook my head at him. “You are such a dork you know that H,” I said walking pass him into his room. He shut the door and followed me close behind. I see that Mitch and Sarah are here along with Adam and his wife. “Hey guys,” I say with a sweet smile and wave. They greet me and we all get comfortable in the lounge area of Harry’s suite. Once Charlette and Ny get here, we all finally sit down and try to plan out the day.

“Let’s rent a boat,” Adam suggested, and we all lit up like fireworks. That was the most perfect idea anyone has had all day. “I will go call them and set it up,” Adam said as he stood from the couch he was sitting at. He walked into the other room to make the phone call while we all started talking about things that we need to take onto the boat. “On our way there we can pick up some food and drinks,” Sarah spoke as we all nodded in agreement. Adam came back into the room and smiled, “We are all set. Does everyone have bathing suits and towels?” We all nodded, and I started to feel more excited than ever. “Alright, let’s head to the car,” Ny said excitedly.

We all headed out of the hotel room to the elevators. As we all walked, Harry continued to record our adventure. I was walking in front of him and I was a few feet ahead of him. I turned to look at him and he just smiled to me behind his camera. “You better be careful with that camera if you take it on the boat Styles,” I said pointing a finger at him. He shook his head at me while pretending to be offended, “I’m always careful, thank you very much.” I started laughing as we approached the elevators. We all piled in and headed for the lobby. When we got down there, security led us safely through the back to our car, so we didn’t run into any paparazzi. We thanked them and headed for the store.

Adam decided to drive, so he and his wife were in the front. Ny and Charlette were behind them. Harry and I were behind them with Mitch and Sarah in the back. Harry was videotaping everyone and asking them questions about going on the boat. I watched him just admiring his excitement and how much fun he was having with this video camera. It just made me smile and I looked out the window as we drove. We arrived at the store and we all climbed out trying to not be too recognizable. We walked in and Harry grabbed a cart for all of us to share.

We picked out some things to make sandwiches, fruits and veggies, chips, alcohol, and other beverages. Some of us picked out some sweets and lastly, we got some ice to put in a cooler we had in the car to keep everything cool. We headed for the check out and Harry generously paid for everything. We all thanked Harry for doing so and he just smiled happily to us. Once we were back at the car, Mitch and Harry started putting the ice in the cooler. I helped get all the food and drinks out that needed to be chilled. I helped them put everything in there with the guys and we packed it all up in the back, making sure it was secure.

Once everyone was back in the car, we were off to find our boat. As we drove, Adam turned on the radio for everyone. I was looking out the window as the music played in the background. I was enjoying the scenery while humming along to the song. “Just a heads up, it’s going to be a little bit of a drive to get to the docks. If you would like to nap on the way there, we will wake you up when we get there,” Adam said looking to everyone through the rearview mirror. I yawned at the thought of a nap. I wouldn’t mind taking one now that he mentioned it to us. I slowly got comfortable in my seat next to Harry and he glanced at me. “You okay love,” he asked softly as I looked up to him.

“Yeah, I’m all good, just thinking about taking a nap is all,” I say trying to readjust myself in the seat. He smiled and patted his lap, “You can lay your head on my lap if you want to stretch out some.” I looked to his lap and back up at him contemplating if I should take him up on that offer. “You sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” I ask as I bit my bottom lip. He shook his head to reassure me that it was okay. “I don’t mind love. Come here,” he smiled sweetly, and I just giggled. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaning down placing my head gently on his thighs. I pulled my legs up in the seat and felt much more comfortable. “Wake me when we get there,” I say looking up at Harry. He grinned and nodded, “I will love. Don’t worry,” he said as he started playing with my hair. He knew that was my favorite thing ever to fall asleep to.

*About an hour later*

I could feel someone gently shaking me and I slowly opened my eyes. I looked around forgetting where I was and looked up to see a handsome face smiling down at me. “We are here love,” Harry said softly as I sat up slowly. I stretched my arm and yawned. “Thanks for waking me H,” I say smiling at him sleepily. He chuckled and climbed out of the van, offering me his hand to help me out. I took it and climbed out looking around at the docks. I looked out the ocean and it was truly breathtaking. It was so clear and blue out here. I smiled to myself as I pulled my sunglass over my eyes and helped unload the trunk.

Adam went to get the boat information as we all waited patiently. When he came back, we all followed him down to the big boat we were going to be spending the day on. It was big and slightly luxurious. It was white with a covered top. Adam climbed on first and turned to us as we started handing him the bags of food and the cooler. We all started climbing on carefully and Harry helped me onto the boat. I thanked him and picked a spot in the shaded area, making myself comfortable. Adam started up the boat and we were off.

Once we were far enough from the land, we anchored the boat and started playing some music. We all started drinking and some of us started snacking before we got in the water. When I was fully awake after getting some food in my system, I walked to the back of the boat with a wine-cooler in my hand. I leaned on the railing just enjoying the waves slowly rocking the boat. It was just so peaceful out here. I just love the water. I heard someone coming up behind me. I turned to see Harry holding that damn camera again. He had a silly grin on his face causing me to smile at him and the camera. “How is your day going so far,” he asked. I looked around and giggled, “So far it’s very peaceful.”

“That’s great love! I’m happy that you are enjoying yourself,” he smiled and opened his arm up for me to hug him. I walked over and wrapped my arm around his bare waist as he wrapped his arm around my neck with a drink in his hand. He turned the camera around so both of our faces were in frame. “We love it out here in Jamaica,” Harry said to the camera and I giggled while watching him talk to the camera. “Who’s ready to take a dip in the water,” Ny said yelling to everyone. “Make sure you have life jackets on please,” Sarah said to everyone. “Are you going to swim with me,” I asked looking up to Harry with our arms still around each other. “Of course, love, let’s go put on the life jackets,” he smiled, and we walked over to grab some. We slid them on and walked to the edge of the boat. I got mine all snapped on. I watched Ny and Charlette jump off the boat together. Sarah took some photos for them as keep sakes and I just smiled at how happy everyone is.

I felt two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground and I started squealing. Harry had picked me up and was jumping off the boat. “Cannonball,” Harry yelled as he jumped off with me squealing in his grasp. As we hit the water, I felt us go under and I closed my eyes. When I resurface to get some air, I looked over to Harry who was laughing and looking back to the boat, “Did you get that on camera Adam,” he asked pointing to him. “You know I did,” Adam called back to Harry. I laughed and splashed Harry. He turned to me with a huge grin on his face and splashing me with the water. “Next time warn me,” I shook my head wiping the cool water off my face. “Now where is the fun in that,” he said swimming towards me and stopping just a few inches away from my face.

I giggled to him and could see that Adam was still pointing the camera at us. “Well, I guess your right. Which makes me want to do this,” I smiled and jumped up dunking Harry under the water. Once he was submerged, I started swimming towards Ny and Charlette because I knew Harry was going to chase me. “Hide me,” I squealed as I hid behind Ny. She laughed and tried her best to cover me. Harry resurfaced and shook out his hair and pushed it back, “You are so going to pay for that Y/N,” Harry called out and he started swimming towards us. “Hurry swim away,” Charlette squealed and I took off to the other side of the boat to hide. I was trying to stay as quiet as possible as I hid on the opposite side of the boat.

As I waited to see if he would find me, I could hear Adam and Harry talking to each other. I could see Adam’s shadow along the water as he walked around the boat with the camera probably on Harry trying to find me. I felt nervous and started looking at the ends of the boat, not know what to expect. I heard water splash and started to grow even more nervous. I felt a hand grab onto my ankle, and I screamed. “What the hell,” I started trying to kick but that’s when Harry popped up scaring the living shit out of me. “You are such an ass,” I yelled as I splashed him. He threw his head back laughing. “You love me though,” he grinned at me and pulled me into his arms. “Aww how cute are these two,” Adam said pointing the camera at us once again. I turned to him and flipped off the camera with a sly smirk. He pretended to be offended and shook his head.

“Let’s go back and scare the girls,” Harry grinned at me and I laughed. “Okay let’s do it,” I agreed, and we swam to the end of the boat. We see them talking to one another. We decided to swim up to them under water and do what Harry did to me. We both took a deep breath and went underwater swimming towards their feet. Harry grabbed Ny’s ankle and I grabbed Charlette’s. We heard them squeal and saw them start to kick. We both let go and swam up to the surface. Harry started laughing and so did I. “Got ya,” I called out trying to contain my laugher. The girls started splashing us and we splashed back. “Let’s lay out with Sarah on the boat,” Ny said to us and we all agreed to do so.

We climbed back onto the boat and took off our life jackets. I walked over to my bag and pulled out my towel. I laid it out on the front of the boat next to the girls and stretched out next to Ny. I closed my eyes and let the sun warm up my body from the cool water. I was listening to the music in the background and humming quietly. All of the sudden, there was a shadow that started blocking our sun. “Who the hell is blocking my sun,” Charlette spoke up causing us to all giggle. I opened my eyes to see Harry with the video camera. “Harold, is there a reason you are always videotaping,” Sarah asked looking at him. “I just want to make memories is all. I like times like these because you all are like my second family,” he spoke up with a sweet smile plastered on his face. “Plus, I liked to be a little annoying to you all,” he chuckled. “Well, that is very thoughtful of you,” Ny said causing us all to burst out into laugher.

After a while of being out here on the boat, the sun started to set, and we decided that it was time to head back to the docks. Adam started up the boat and started driving back. Harry wanted to drive the boat and I picked up his camera to video tape him as he drove it. He noticed me walking towards him as he drove and smirked at me. I giggled and he started to make faces at the camera. I got a good view of the sun setting as I turned the camera towards the ocean. “The view is so beautiful,” I said as I captured the amazing sight. “Yes, it is,” Harry spoke up towards me and I looked back him while he stared at me. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks and looked back out to the ocean. Was he talking about the sunset or was he talking about me? I shook it off and put the camera back as we approached the docks.

*Back at the Hotel*

After we got back, we all went to our own rooms to shower and relax. I took a nice hot shower and dried my hair. I put on some silky maroon pajama shorts with a tank top to match. I brushed out my hair and checked the time on my phone. It was around 9 o’clock at night. We got back around 7:30 p.m. – 8. I started to feel a little hungry and I wasn’t sure what everyone was doing for dinner. I pulled up my messages as I walked towards the bed in my room and sat down. I decided to text Harry and see what his dinner plans were. ‘Hey H, have you ate dinner yet?’ I sent the message and set my phone aside waiting for a response as I looked at the menu for local restaurants that deliver to the hotel.

My phone dinged and I opened up my messages again. I read Harry’s text that said, ‘No I haven’t. I have been playing around with the footage from my video camera.’ I smiled to myself and shook my head. He really had a fascination with his new camera. I dialed a local pizza place number and decided to order a veggie pizza to surprise Harry with. Once the order was placed, I turned on some T.V. to watch while I waited for it to get here.

When the pizza was finally delivered and paid for, I grabbed my phone and slid on some slippers heading to Harry’s suite down the hall. I knocked on the door waiting patiently for Harry to answer. I heard some shuffling around and he opened the door. He looked down at me holding the pizza and some drinks I got on my way out of my room. He seemed surprised and smiled at me. “What is all of this,” he asked as he let me into the room. I walked over to the table to set down the pizza and drinks. “I figured everyone was doing their own thing for dinner and thought I would surprise you with a nice veggie pizza for dinner to share,” I said turning to him with a smile. “Well, that was very thoughtful of you,” he said making his way towards me. I shrugged and opened the pizza box as he walked to find some plates and napkins for us. I notice his laptop was on the table next to his camera and leaned over to see what he was working on.

I turned to see if he was coming back and pulled the laptop into my lap. It was video that he had put together from the trip and I bit my bottom lip as I pressed play. As the video began, it faded into the sunset I captured on the boat. Adore You by none other than Harry started to play. The video changed to me when we got off the plane in Jamaica. I looked super sleepy but super excited and Harry had the camera on me. I was pulling his hand towards baggage claim. I smiled at how goofy I was in the video. I had a blanket wrapped around me with my sunglasses on and I was in my pajamas. Then it flashed to Tuesday when we all went to the flea market to look at all the cool handmade things that the everyone makes here. Harry had walked up to me as I was looking at some bracelets and picked one out for me that he thought would fit my personality. I remember when I bought it, the lady that made it told me that the bracelet was a symbol of finding love in unexpected ways.

The video went on to later that day, we all decided to rent some skates and roll around the park. It showed me skating around Harry and then flashed to Ny, Charlette, Sarah, Mitch, Adam, and his wife, and me linked together skating. I turned to look at Harry reaching out to him to join us and he took my hand. I felt my heart slowly start to swell while I continued to watch. The video flipped to Wednesday when we all went to the beach. We were playing volleyball in the sand and laying out. Then it flashed to me running into the water with Harry following behind me. I turned to him as the waves hit my legs and I was waving him to get in the water with me. That was such a fun day. Then it panned to me eating ice cream that we got at a cute little cart at the beach. I had my eyes closed while I took a bit facing up close to the camera. I slowly opened my eyes looking up at Harry with a cheesy smile. While I was looking up at him, Harry had put his ice cream on my nose.

It then panned to us all sitting on the beach watching another beautiful sunset and Harry had the camera right on me. It was a side profile of me smiling as the breeze blew my hair back. I was sitting with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms around my legs. I looked so happy and so peaceful. Then I looked to Harry and blushed on camera because he caught me off guard. I hid my face with one hand and tried to cover the lens with the other. I giggled to myself as I watched it. Then it flashed forward to today. It had the footage of me arriving to Harry’s suite and I grinned. It showed me walking to the elevators and me pointing a finger at him. Then it flashed to the car ride. Harry had captured me looking out the window just smiling to myself. He had also videotaped me asleep on his lap and playing with my hair. The lyrics slowed down to the bridge, “I’d walk through fire for you, just let me adore you.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I watched it.

It flashed to us on the boat having a good time and us hugging looking into the camera. You could hear Harry say, “We love it here in Jamaica!” I watched at how I was looking up at him like I was admiring him. Then it went to the footage Adam got of us playing around in the water. It zoomed in to when Harry scared me but had me wrapped in his arms and I flipped off the camera. It went on to where Harry videotaped us girls sunbathing, and he had the camera right on me as Ny made the joke causing us all to laugh. It flipped to me videotaping Harry driving the boat and making silly faces at the camera. But there was a surprise footage that Mitch had took on his phone of Harry watching me as I videotaped the sunset and I said that view was beautiful. But the whole time when he agreed with me, he was watching me. I was the view he was talking about. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I realized that this whole video was about me and Harry.

The video came to an end and I heard Harry clear his throat. I jumped and set the laptop back on the table and wiped my face quickly from the tears that slipped out. “Sorry, I-I was just curious on what you working on… I didn’t mean to snoop on your laptop,” I said quietly. “It’s okay, I don’t mind that you did. That video was meant for you any way. Did you like it,” he asked as he took a seat next to me. I didn’t even realize Harry liked me in that way. I mean the whole video was of us interacting and enjoy each other’s company. I always had a small crush on Harry, but I would never admit it to anyone. Everyone kind of knew how I felt without saying anything about it. “I-I loved it… what made you make this,” I asked finally looking at him and just seeing his face made my heart melt. He grinned and blushed a little, “I guess I didn’t realize how deep my feelings were for you until I realized that most of the footage I have been taking of the trip was mainly of us. I really do like you and I hope I didn’t mess this up by making this video.”

I grinned at his boyish charm and shook my head. “You didn’t mess anything up H. It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever made for me. I really like you too. I guess I never realized how deeply I felt either. I always had a small crush on you but after seeing this… maybe I like you more than just a crush,” I blushed, and he looked at me surprised. “Really,” he asked nervously, and I shook my head giggling. I leaned into him and he leaned into me. Our lips crashed together, and he slowly placed a hand gently on my cheek. The kiss had so much fire and the passion was undeniable. We pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes. “So, you will be my girlfriend,” he asked with a cheeky grin. I laughed, “Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.” He smiled big and kissed me again.

The rest of the night we watched movies together and ate our pizza. I couldn’t help thinking back to the video he made. We were now laying in bed just watching some movie. Harry had his head in my lap as I played with his curls. I couldn’t believe I was now dating my best friend. I just smiled looking down at him and he slowly turned to look up at me. “Will you sleep in here with me tonight,” he asked sweetly. I smiled, “I wasn’t planning on going back to my room anyway.” He chuckled and I leaned down to kiss his nose.

#Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry smut #harry styles imagine #harry imagine #harry fluff #harry styles imagines #harry styles preferences #preferences #onedirection #one direction imagine #one direction preferences #Fineline #fine line #adore you #harry x reader

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating John Bender

(Not my gifs)(Requested by anonymous)

(Some of these are sort of sad and mention abuse so warning to anyone who is uncomfortable with that subject matter)

- You met Bender in detention. When Vernon left all of you alone, he began to badger you about how you got there. Finally, you’d had enough and just told him the boring, slightly embarrassing truth: you were just late to class too many times.

- You shyly glanced over at him after you said it, only to find a small smirk on his face.

“Oh that’s adorable,” he said and you could feel your face turn hot. “No, that’s really cute. I mean it’s just so-”

“Alright Bender.” Andy interrupted. Bender glared and turned on the wrestler, something you were quite thankful for in the moment.

- Throughout the entire detention, he tried to get you to pay attention to him. He moved his seat next to yours, played with your hair, toyed around with how close you would let him get to you.

- For whatever reason you actually began liking him. Under all that dickhead behavior and dirty jokes he was actually entertaining …or maybe just hot.

- Later in the day, the two of you went through each other’s stuff. He told you about his girlfriends and you sort of lost your interest in him. And yet, he seemed to rope you back in every time he flipped his stupidly gorgeous hair. It was a ...confusing detention.

- After a few hours of flirtation, you finally agreed to one date. He didn’t really have a plan when the two of you met up but once you told him you’d never been to one, he took you to a demolition derby.

- You were surprised by how much fun you had with him. You were also surprised by how okay you were with; lightly, making out with him, pushed against a chain link fence after the show was over.

- As much as you enjoyed the time you spent with him, you couldn’t get it out of your head that he had other girlfriends. The idea of him going out after the two of you parted ways and fucking some other chick after kissing you, well, it made you sick. And so, you began to actively ignore and avoid him.

- He wasn’t a fan of your silent treatment. He’d tasted you, gotten so close to winning you over, and you’d pulled the rug out from under him for seemingly no reason at all. It riles him up, makes him think you’re completely insane and yet, he can’t just let you go and be the crazy bitch that you apparently are. He has to have you.

- Meanwhile, you trying to ignore how you feel about him just seems to make it worse. So now, the two of you can’t stop thinking about the kiss you shared and how much you actually want to be together.

- Finally, after a chunk of time spent trying to distance yourself as much as possible, the loudspeaker comes on during one of your classes.

“Good afternoon Shermer High School~ this is John Bender coming to tell all of you that there is little lady out there by the name of Y/n Y/l/n who is your favorite assholes girlfriend. From now on, anyone who so much as looks at her will get their teeth kicked in by yours truly. Have a nice day.” Beep.

- You immediately felt the urge to melt into the floor as the entire class turned to stare at you. Finally, you just got up and dashed out of the classroom, on the prowl for the jackass who didn’t know when to quit.

- He’s halfway across the school when you find him, lazily walking as though he’d done nothing wrong.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You have to stop yourself from screaming the words.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look hot when you’re angry?” He asks, stopping a foot or so away from you.

“What are you trying to pull here Bender? Are you trying to make my life hell?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he replies. “We go on a date, we kiss, we have a jolly good fucking time and then you ignore me. Now I’m sat here wondering what the fuck I did wrong, like I should even give a fuck about what you think of me.”

He stops for a moment before continuing. “Well for some reason, I do. And so I thought about it and I figured it was those girls that I was seeing. So I got rid of them. You want a steady little monogamous boyfriend? Fine. But that means you don’t touch other guys, you don’t even look at them. You’re mine now.”

- You take a minute to process what he said and try to cool off. The two of you stand there, looking at each other like you’re both waiting for the other to strike. Finally you open your mouth and give him a response.

“Fine. I’m yours. But I’m gone the minute you try to play me for a fool.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it baby.” He grins.

- Constant pda. He loves showing off that you’re his and getting that sweet, sweet physical contact.

- Messy kisses on the cheek from him. It’s usually when he’s being a sarcastic ass but you can’t help but love it anyway.

- He requires a lot of attention. If you don’t give it to him he’s bound to do something stupid to get it.

- He’s so surprised by your innocent affection. He doesn’t know how to react when you just brush his hair from his face or hug him. What are you trying to do? Why did you do that? ...Why does he like it so much?

-You’ll snuggle into his side while watching a movie and he’ll just stiffen up with his arms held away from himself trying to figure out what you’re doing. (Kind of like when a kid hugs the big tough guy of a film.) He gets better at it later in the relationship but it’s still a bit awkward at times. Just rest assured that he does; in fact, like it.

- His hands are almost always on either your waist, hips or ass. Depends on his mood and the situation. Contrary to popular belief, he isn’t a total asshole and respects that different places call for different grips.

- With that in mind, he’s a pretty sexual person. Hickeys, groping, smacking your butt; you name it and he’s doing it.

- Making out ...a lot. His tongue is basically roommates with yours at this point.

- Rough and passionate kisses. I mean, teeth clashing, lip biting, moan inducing kisses. If you didn’t like him as much as you do, his kisses would probably be enough to convince you to stay.

- Playing with his hair. You aren’t allowed to braid it so don’t even ask.

- So many sexual innuendos and jokes. He is; in general, a horny little bastard man, so expect him to be sexual with you.

- He is constantly smirking at and trying to get you flustered.

- He’s a cocky little shit but he makes it look attractive; most of the time.

- Most of his compliments consist of him calling you hot and other less than romantic names.

- Compliments fuel him so expect him to act tough and do tricks to try and impress you.

- Stupid dancing in the privacy of your own home or his. You’re usually blaring the radio or his mixtapes.

- When he’s at your house, he’s usually wearing much comfier clothing; things he would never actually wear to school like sweaters and sweatpants. He looks surprisingly ...cute in them.

- Sometimes, he can get genuinely sweet and thoughtful, even if he refuses to admit it.

- He carries you on his shoulder a lot, usually slapping your butt or holding you by it when he’s carrying you around.

- He sneaks into your room through your window a lot; sometimes when he just wants to see you and sometimes when he just has to get away from home.

- Definitely has had your name tattooed on him at some point; probably even gives it to himself at home or something equally dangerous and slightly stupid.

- If it wasnt for that, you would probably feel like he doesn’t know your real name; what with the amount of pet names he gives you on a day to day basis.

- He shows you off all the time. He’s so proud that he managed to snag a girl like you and actually have you fall for him. He rubs it in everyone’s face that the ‘delinquent’ got such a hot girlfriend.

- He feels like such a badass with you under his arm while he smokes. The two of you will sit in the back of the school, his arm wrapped around you and you curled up into his side while he lights up a cigarette.

- He probably steals gifts for you, even if you tell him not to. He’ll say he bought it but deep down you kind of know he just swiped it from a shop. It’s the thought that counts right?

- Both of you wearing mismatched earrings with the other wearing the second of the two pairs.

- It’s a huge turn on when you wear his clothes. He can’t help but stop and stare wide eyed as you come out wearing his shirt or one of his jackets; especially if there little underneath.

- Wearing his jackets. They always have a very distinct Bender-like smell: faint hints of gasoline, cigarettes and cheap cologne or maybe even your own perfume.

- He would never really admit it, but whenever he’s at your house or messing around with your bag, he sprays himself or his car with a little of your perfume. It always comforts him in a way he can’t really explain. You’ve caught him maybe once or twice but you always think he’s just dicking around with your stuff while he’s bored.

- He gets clingy sometimes but a lot of the time, he’s just annoyingly nonchalant. It’s usually all an act, pretending like he doesn’t care means he doesn’t get hurt; at least not in the eyes of other people. Thats all that matters to him; that he stays being the delinquent who doesn’t give a shit about anything.

“ Yeah sure, whatever. Do what you want. I don’t care.” Newsflash: he cares a lot.

- You know him a lot better than he thinks you do so a lot of his actions don’t bother you any more. You know the reason behind them so you can understand why he does what he does and try to work around or through them.

- His parents are probably never home but when they are, he never takes you to his house. He doesn’t really think that they’d try something with you there but he wants to make sure there’s never even a chance that something could happen. The truth is, he’s sort of embarrassed that he “let’s” his father beat on him.

-You definitely try to persuade him to tell somebody about his home life, but he doesn’t think anyone would believe him (like everyone else) and makes you drop the subject pretty early in the conversation.

- Occasionally, you’ll go hang out with him in detention but you’ve also managed to keep him out of most of the trouble he tries to get himself into. Sure, you let him have his fun, but he isn’t in detention everyday now; you would never see him if you let him do all the shit he wanted to.

- You’ve also gotten him to stop fucking around with random people; for the most part. You explain to him that it really isn’t fun or funny to watch him bully and ridicule people who don’t or can’t fight back.

- He’s sorta insecure. He often wonders why you would want to date him of all people, especially if you come from a good family. He thinks of himself as the dirtbag of the school so it really just doesn’t make sense that someone like you (Someone who he thinks could quite possibly be perfect) would want him.

- Your parents hate him of course; mostly because of his reputation and the fact that they’ve seen him kiss the everloving shit out of you in front of the school.

- You make sure he knows that you’ll always be there. He’ll brush it off but he likes that you actually give a shit about him. Your words will stick with him and he’ll find himself thinking about them late at night, feeling comforted at the idea.

- You patch him up after his father hurts him, both physically and emotionally. If he needs you to clean him up, you’ll do it. If he just needs to sit with you in silence for a while; you’ll do that too. Whatever will make him feel alright.

- He has trouble being completely open with you and sharing his feelings. He’s very closed off, having built up a wall over the years. You let him take it down when he thinks he’s ready to; you don’t want to try to break it down and end up chasing him away. You know that deep down, he’s really just scared of letting people in and getting hurt more than he already has been.

- It takes a while for him to fully trust you but when he does, it’s worth the time you spent trying to get him to.

- He’s a pretty jealous and possessive guy. He doesn’t have much but he has you and that means a lot to him so anyone who tries to take you away from him is in for an ass kicking. Plus, it’s just common knowledge that you don’t try to mess with Bender.

- He’s seen firsthand how terrible people can be so he’s sort of intent on making sure you aren’t treated the same way he is. His parents may not hold the same sentiment but he would never let someone hurt the person he loves.

- Fights are usually loud and filled with curse words and name calling. He definitely storms off, either in the middle of it or towards the end when things aren’t exactly over but slightly calmed down from the full blown war you were having.

- To him, he can ignore you but the instant you do the same, he’s pissed off. Before you decide to ignore him, you’ll probably try and get him to talk to you but he’ll just give you the silent treatment. That’s when you finally give up and do the same, instantly turning the tables.

- No ones ever really put him in his place like that. They lash out, yell at him, maybe even hit him; but they never give him a taste of his own medicine. After a while of you ignoring him, he starts to do everything in his power to make you talk to him, even if he’s still pissed. He hates it, seeing you play his game; maybe even playing it better than him.

- He doesn’t necessarily apologize, he just; usually willingly, forgets which one of you actually started it and what you were fighting about in the first place. Or, if he does remember what you were fighting about, he sort of resolves it, explaining why there’s no reason for either of you to be upset with each other/why you don’t have to be angry with him.

- He doesn’t say he loves you but you know he does from the way he acts. He never treats anyone quite like he treats you and you can tell there’s something different in his gaze whenever he looks at or talks about you.

- He thinks you’ll leave him at some point so he always tries to make the most of your time together. You always reassure him that he’s not getting rid of you that easily which brings a little smile to his face.

“Even if you did leave me, you’d never get over me. I’d spare you the pain and take you back, you know? I’m not cruel.”

“Gee thanks babe.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

- He may be an annoying asshole at times, but you love him and will stand by him through thick and thin, and him you.

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years ago

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Video Games - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: Well this was one scene long until I listened to this song. So, you’re welcome!

I always come back to this end scene for Nolan, and in all honesty it’s one of my favourite things to think about, so thank you @primadonna-girl23 for finally giving me a reason to write it! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your request! 💙💜

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Disclaimer: RPO characters not mine / gifs not mine / lyrics not mine. I tend to like writing Nolan like this, and I will live and die by it!

Premise: There’s nothing you love more than playing video games with Nolan. But hes good, and he doesn’t lose. All you vow is one day someones gonna beat him, even if you have to wait for another generation to do it for you...

Words: 2771

Warnings: Small swears / insulin warning

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Swinging in the backyard Pull up in your fast car whistling my name Open up a beer And you say get over here and play a video game I'm in his favorite sun dress Watching me get undressed take that body downtown I say you the bestest Lean in for a big kiss put his favorite perfume on Go play your video game

Singing in the old bars Living for the fame Kissing in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts Video games He holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars This is all I think of This is my idea of fun Playing video games

It's you, it's you, it's all for you Everything I do I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth where you Tell me all the things you want to do I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It's better than I ever even knew They say that the world was built for two Only worth living if somebody is loving you Baby now you do

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This may well have been one of your favourite past times. Sure, you were dating Nolan Sorrento, who at any point in time – as the CEO of IOI and with the millions he made – could whisk you down town in one of the many sports cars he owned to a bar, or a club, or restaurant, where all the stars hung out, or on some expensive getaway to anywhere in the world; heck, Nolan and his money could get you anything, and often did… But there was really nothing better than sitting in his living room trying to kick his ass at retro video games. You failed more times than you won, and sometimes you thought he let you win just because of the pout on your face, but you didn’t see how you could enjoy anything as much as this. With the sometimes God awful graphics, and the very most the consoles could really do was occasionally vibrate the controller (which made you shriek and him cackle the first time it happened) these games were a far cry from the OASIS – and yet you preferred them. These old restored gaming systems and the various disks and cartridges that came with them, along with movies from years gone by, were Nolan’s pride and joy. The 90s into early 2000s were his vary favourites; staples from his childhood. But he had right through until the latest editions – just before this type of gaming became nearly obsolete. You could play them in the OASIS, of course, but Nolan didn’t see the point when you could get the real experience by putting your mind to fixing things. Essentially his only past time before he’d become CEO – and now he didn’t have a lot of time for things like that, but he could escape to play them. Sometimes you just liked to watch him on single player go through something a little more strategic – but he’d let you pick out what his character looked like, or maybe who they would side with, or the conversational track that he’d go with. And you liked the times Nolan would go quiet for just a moment and then almost shudder, and say something like, “Oh my god the soundtrack!” which made you focus on it for the remainder of his playthrough.

But on occasion Nolan would put in a multiplayer game and throw you a controller; and you’d either get to help him, or try to beat him. And it was fun to lie back on the sofa between his legs, head on his chest – tongue stuck out in concentration and yell expletives every time he beat you. “You can do better than that!” He laughed again and you smacked his leg, “You’re infuriating!” He gave you nothing more than a teasing grin; “Oh, I’m trying very hard I assure you!” “OH! SHUT UP!” But you were good humoured about it, and Nolan still laughed when you resorted to cheating, attempting to block his view or distract him from time to time. Which he used to say would serve you right if you still lost; sometimes he’d pin you between or under his legs so you couldn’t move, and you thought he was doing a little too much Kegel. Sometimes Nolan would even beat you with one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you balanced on his knees so he was playing one handed, just to prove he could – or he’d give you a ten second head start. You had to admit that he was good, but he was also an expert – Nolan knew these consoles inside out, and he’d grown up doing this. So, no surprises there either. Today this wasn’t the plan, you were supposed to be going out on a date – judging by the fact you were wearing a sundress, and he was in a nice shirt and pants. But on the drive out of town Nolan had started telling you about games he’d been reprogramming, and fixing up and some new ones he’d managed to get hold of. That information didn’t come with a price tag, but you could imagine the expense – and before long you found that more interesting and you were on your way back home. But this was a little more casual, and after getting bored of losing to him for the umpteenth time, Nolan let you play it for yourself. “Y-You sure!?” “Mhm…” He popped the cap on his beer, “I’ll help you out!” You smiled sweetly; “Don’t you want to play it first?” “No…” He gave a shrug taking a sip, “I played it enough as a kid – you don’t even know what this game is, time I taught you. It’s one of my very favourites…” And so he did help you navigate around – or point out little hidden pieces of game play or items you would have surely missed, occasionally he’d take your hands and the controller in his to assist with some of the harder stuff where you insisted you didn’t have enough fingers to work it all out at once – but Nolan watched that smile on your face grow every time he did so, and felt that maybe you were asking for his help on purpose. Eventually you sighed gently; “I love doing this with you…” “What? Hanging out on my couch playing retro games and skipping dates?” Nolan chuckled, taking another swig of beer – he was surprised there was any left considering your practice of taking it from him when you thought he wouldn’t notice. “Don’t say it like that…” you tipped your head back to catch the amusement on his face; “This is nice and relaxed… And we’re together, how is it not a date?” He tilted his head both ways; “I dunno, I guess I kinda like taking you out…” Nolan paused thoughtfully, “I’m not saying you’re wrong though, this is… I could get used to it.” “Get used to it?” You paused the game and rolled over to face him, “Careful what you wish for Nolan Sorrento!” But he still laughed; “That doesn’t sound like it bodes well for me. Ah, I think I could put up with you for a while.” “Thanks!” But you were laughing along, until you bit your lips together, “I…Think I could probably get used to this too.” He stared at you for a little while, almost in adoration, before he leant forward, touching his nose to yours before kissing you. You closed your eyes to him, content, before wrapping your arms around him and deepening the kiss. Sorrento eventually broke it, arms still around you – before chuckling nervously, a faint shade of pink dusting his cheeks; “Aha… Okay, before we get a little too used to this… I say we don’t waste that beautiful dress, and you let me take you out for dinner?” You giggled, stealing another kiss – “Okay! Dinner it is!”

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That feeling never changed, not through dating moving from months to years, or moving in with him, or getting engaged… then married… and not even the stage you were at now. You were getting better; you could actually beat him at these games now – and Nolan was only ever impressed. He enjoyed it when you won as much as you did, because of how happy you were that you’d actually beat him – and the excitement on your face; the way you’d start screaming sentences when you were nearly there. Or how he’d manage to reign it back (even if you still won), and you’d scream “NO!” so loud he thought eventually someone might knock on the front door to see if you were okay. Luckily it’d never happened. Right now you were supposed to be helping him on a campaign, but you were much more interested in watching what he was doing and snacking. “Are you actually gonna help, or…? Cuz I can go back to single player if you’d rather.” “No.” You said through a mouthful of Chex, “I’ll help, just give me a second.” He chuckled, and you held up the bag to offer him one, which he thanked you for. Truth was at 7 months pregnant you’d rather sit here quietly, head in his lap and watch him. Whilst you were sitting eating and watching Nolan do all he could in the mission solo, you’d balanced the controller on your stomach and every so often, as your baby moved, the controller wiggled around on its precarious balance. But that only made you laugh. This position was at least comfortable for you; and usually you sat like this to watch movies too – where Nolan would cuddle you close and rest his hands over yours on your stomach; where his face became a lot more interesting than whatever you were watching. Nothing really compared to the way he lit up when your baby made a noticeable movement, and would pretend he wasn’t welling up – but you knew Nolan was, he couldn’t hide that from you – though he tried. However Sorrento accidently ran himself into the levels boss fight before you were ready; and to let you know something important was about to happen, the controller vibrated. “AH-!” You gasped which caused Nolan to jump, “Shit! Sorry!” But you laughed harder; “Not only was the vibration kinda startling…Ooh-! Okay! I don’t like you right now!” You took his hand and placed it over your stomach as you were given a third little kick; “Ooops!” He laughed, “And I’ve got you into a boss fight!” “Oops-!?” You folded your arms, “I should just let you die!! If this continues all night-!” Nolan cringed, “I’d really rather I didn’t die – besides if you get attacked that controller is only gonna vibrate more, you realise that-!?” Well, that made you pick it up pretty quick. “You are okay though, right?” “Yeah. I guess.” You grumbled, “If I can’t beat you, the baby will!” Nolan chuckled before scoffing; “Yeah, that I’d like to see-!” *** “THAT’S NOT FAIR!!” “Come on its two against one how is that not fair?” “THE COMPUTER IS HELPING YOU!” “Yeah and it’s pretty useless! You two should have this-!” “BUT IT ISN’T FAIIIIIIIIIIIR---!!” “What, you think I’m gonna let you win-!?” “REMATCH! PLAY FAIR THIS TIME!” “You’re on!” You were sorting a few things out in the upstairs bedrooms when you were met with yelling from the living room. You laughed to yourself; this was the kind of argument that had transferred from you and your husband, to your husband and your children. And Nolan was still the one winning. You walked out onto the landing; balcony overlooking the living room to watch them. Your two eldest boys were sitting on the floor, having clearly just lost another match, arms folded and sulking as they threw glares at your husband, sitting cross legged on the couch with your little girl – your youngest – curled up in his lap silently watching the whole thing. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene; just another weekend in the Sorrento household… “What are you guys doing!?” They all looked up at you “Dad’s cheating!” “What-!? I’m hardly even trying-!” That made both the boys gasp and look back to him; Nolan laughed like he’d just said something he shouldn’t have and grinned at you. You rolled your eyes, smiling, and made for the stairs, “Alright hold on I’m coming…” By the time you were downstairs they were seemingly settled again into another round, although even as you padded over you could see Nolan was probably going to get himself another win. There was a smile on his face that had only appeared since you’d had children, and his laugh this time was absentminded as they both ganged up on his character. For that he turned immediately to your daughter, and indicated to her which buttons to press to help him with the powered-up finishing move. Which had the boys yelling about cheating again and Nolan and her laughing at them. And for a minute you stood back, heart full watching them all. But especially Nolan – things had been hard at IOI for him lately, and it wasn’t exactly going as planned. But when he sat here with his children, it was like everything else was forgotten; he was laughing and happy, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen him this happy – not for a while – and he was relaxed. Today he was dad, not Sir, no matter how exasperatedly anyone was saying it. Your eldest spotted you in the corner and called you over; “Moooom! Can you beat him for us!?” They had heard of the famed times when you’d managed it, but it’d been a while. Nolan’s head swivelled and his eyes narrowed at you; “Oh! If you DARE--!!” You held your hands up; “Hey, I’m not taking sides-!” Nolan clapped as your boys groaned; “Ha! That’s my girl!” “Okay, Dad, one more round.” “Oh god, no, don’t you get sick of me beating you? I’m getting too old for this-!” Nolan chuckled, then he exited back to the games’ main menu to set up a multiplayer quest, handing the controller over to your daughter as you settled onto the sofa next to him. His voice lowered as he lifted her from his lap onto the floor; “Go on sweetheart – show ‘em how it’s done.” The controller was a little big in her hands but she beamed, “Play nice boys!” But he knew they would, as they lay on their fronts waiting for the game to load up again for them. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek gently; “I love you daddy!” “I love you too…” She ran off to join her brothers and he watched her go – that smile somehow bigger. You tsked “Such a daddy’s girl.” Nolan scoffed, but then agreed; “Yeah. Probably.” He held his arms out for you, watching the boys help their little sister with the controls for a moment with pride. You snuggled into him, head on his chest and he kissed your forehead – “I mean, of course I love you.” You giggled as he continued pressing kisses into your skin; “Oh that was never in doubt Nolan Sorrento!” You sat in silence for a moment – Nolan was watching the game play, and every so often would suggest strategy, as he’d used to do with you. You instead watched your kids help each other out on the floor, everyone content with life for now. Exactly how it should be, before you voiced your question, looking back to your husbands blue eyes; “Why don’t you let them win?” His smile was mysterious for a moment as he looked back to you; “Because one day they’ll beat me, and I’ll never win again!” then he grinned, “Besides, I like that they’re kinda in awe of me at the moment, and as long as I can keep that up and help them in the harder levels, I’d love to.” He placed his hand to his forehead to a moment; “…God, I’m dreading the day that don’t need me…” You shook your head, before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek; “Don’t say such silly things, they’ll always need you – you’re their father.” That smile was back, and Nolan pulled you closer to him for another kiss, before you heard the kids all cheering at beating another level and had to both laugh. Yes, for now all was right, and long may that continue.

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starryuniversitas · 4 years ago

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ask meme tag! i was tagged by @serendistudy thank you i really needed a fun break :] ilu

1. who are you named after? - haters will say i got my name bc my mom needed a name starting with an N, but i choose to believe what my sister told me when i was 5 which was that there was a princess w/ my name whom i inherited it from

2. last time you cried? - when my gf dropped me off at the train station yesterday

3. do you like your handwriting? - my affection for it comes and goes, i like it when it’s neat and Not when it’s messy

4. longest relationship? - my current one! two years :]

5. do you still have your tonsils? - yeah and they’ll have to pry them off of my cold dead body bc i’m not enduring that pain at this age

6. would you bungee jump? - held at gunpoint or if doing it would win me $1M

7. what is your fav kind of cereal? - yogurt flakes and chocolate filled pillow-type cereal

8. do you untie your shoes when you take them off? - depends but mostly no

9. do you think you’re strong-willed? - i try to be

10. favorite ice-cream? - that roar hazelnut one and i also like coffee and caramel ice creams

11. what is the first thing you notice about a person? - how they walk and dress + if they are smiling or looking at me in the eyes (if we are talking) (it was a big thing in my childhood my mom told me to always smile and look into peoples’ eyes)

12. football or baseball? - neither, it’s tennis and badminton and if i have to watch something it’s gymnastics or figure skating

13. what color pants are you wearing? - black with white stripes

14. last thing you ate? - toast and tea

15. what are you listening to? - currently a lot of jazz but also chloe x halle’s new album which is Great

16. if you were a crayon, what color would you be? - like a really mauvy pastel purple or sunshine yellow

17. what is your fav smell? - rain, various perfumes, honey, coconut

18. who was the last person you talked to on the phone? - my landlord

19. married? - god i wish, our plan rn is for it to happen in about 5 years for various reasons

20. hair color? - kind of light brown but dirty

21. eye color? - brown with some hazel segments

22. favorite food to eat? - pasta, spicy stuff esp. spicy ramen, salmon, fries etc etc

23. scary movies? - no i don’t like them tbh, never have except scream

24. fav holiday? - halloween or midsummer they both have vibes i like and the new year ofc

25. what color shirt are you wearing? - white

26. beer or wine? - neither, i don’t drink alcohol :]

27. night owl or early bird? - oh early bird all the way, i would much prefer to wake up at 5 am than stay up past 1 AM

28. fav day of the week? - monday or saturday

29. favorite animal? - dogs, snow leopards and all big kitties, bears, and something else as well that i have forgotten

30. do you have a pet? - my family has a dog, his name is yuki and he’s big and round and an absolute sociopath of a kleinspitz

31. where would you like to travel? - everywhere, but as a couple there are very few places in which we would be completely safe in so our options are somewhat limited

i tag no one but i enjoyed this v much :]

#txt #mine #tagged #ask game

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shineesltm · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by @dnceracha thank you my love <33

i’ll tag @allofmylovelove @joohoneyonehunnit @jaeyongf @confetti-cake-key @demonkyun and anyone else who wants to !

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

exosbaeks

#madeleine parle #je réponds #if you want #ahhh this took a while #but it was fun!

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ophvichus · 4 years ago

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–––– pack q & a part i !!

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee?

what is their scent like?

what is their favorite season?

what is their favorite holiday?

what is their style?

aoife:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she takes the sweetest, most sugar-filled thing on the menu!!! she’s pretty comfortable with changing it up, but if she can taste even the slightest hint of bitterness in her coffee, she’ll have a fit. she’s embarrassing.

what is their scent like? usually, very floral!! she only ever uses nature-scented perfumes and shampoo, so the scents of jasmine and lavender cling to her at all times.

what is their favorite season? spring babey!! the idea of newness and rebirth... she’s heavily into that!

what is their favorite holiday? valentine’s day!! the overabundance of love and also chocolate!!! hello!!!

what is their style? weird thing: absolutely loves skirts, absolutely abhors dresses. while she doesn’t stick with a particular color scheme, she does prefer something floral, if she can help it. in the colder months, she’ll stick with pants and a cute shirt, or a pair of tights beneath her skirt and a sweater. also: big into knit sweaters. her sleeves are almost always long. when it comes to jewelry, she isn’t too particular; she’ll wear necklaces or earrings, but she rarely ever wears rings or bracelets, because she hates having attention drawn to her hands or wrists. she doesn’t put much time into her makeup, but she makes sure to look cute and passable at all times!! she always does something different with her hair — curled, straight, in a bun, in pigtails. her hair has to compliment her outfit, it’s essential!!

camden:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? he really isn’t into hot drinks, because of his ptsd? so, if he does get coffee, it’s an iced latte — just enough to get him going for the day, but usually not something he needs. also, on account of having a four-year-old, he always takes home a treat. jeremy (said four-year-old) refuses to eat anything from a cafe that isn’t a bacon cheese sandwich and maybe a cake pop, if he’s in an especially good mood. however, he does not care for caffeine and for that, we gives thanks.

what is their scent like? on account of being a firefighter, he always smells vaguely of smoke. (there’s a lot to be said about a man who fears heat yet continues to run towards it in the interest of saving people.) but he also showers very frequently and tries not to smell like a burning house. he won’t claim to wear any fancy colognes, but he will take whatever scent he can find at a local target and use a bit of it each day to make him smell normal.

what is their favorite season? winter! everyone is just so happy! buying gifts for jeremy tends to run him dry, but it’s worth it.

what is their favorite holiday? christmas, for the reason listed above!

what is their style? he’s surprisingly immodest when it comes to showing off his scars and burns; that is, he doesn’t try to hide them, but he doesn’t try to show them off, either. he tends towards skintight shirts and form-fitting pants, and he prefers lighter colors! whites, pinks, grays, blues — he lives for then. because it’s nearing the cooler months, he’s shifting into long sleeves and thin jackets.

carl:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? like a normal person, he’s chill with regular old coffee — french hazelnut, preferably, little bit of cream and sugar. he also gets a breakfast sandwich to go with it, because he takes his meals very seriously! sometimes, he’ll grab a dessert to go with it — usually a slice of cake or banana bread — but not always. he also has a ten-year-old sister who doesn’t let him have shit to himself, so he usually ends up getting something for her, too, unless he can hide it.

what is their scent like? his grandmother is rich, so he’s not afraid to pick up am expensive bottle of cologne or aftershave. whatever he grabs, it’s strong enough to cover up the scent of wolf, but subtle enough that no one crinkles their nose at it.

what is their favorite season? he prefers fall. it’s cool, it’s pretty, it’s lacrosse season—

what is their favorite holiday? halloween. what’s not fun about halloween??

what is their style? he can dress like a bit of a rich douche, but like... casual. when he’s out of his dp uniform, he’ll have on a sweater or polo and a collared shirt with some khakis and whatever shoe looks nicest with that particular outfit. sometimes, though, he’ll rock a plain shirt and jeans with sneakers; you really gotta catch him on a good day and a chill hour for that, though. he does a subtle makeup, just enough to compliment what he’s wearing. usually has on a watch and an old family ring that belonged to peter.

cora:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she likes her coffee pretty close to black — dark roast with a little bit of cream and a decent amount of sugar. she usually doesn’t get anything to eat, but if she’s buying for bailey and aoife, then the latter will peer pressure her into at least getting a croissant.

what is their scent like? she has a very earthy scent, more natural that evie’s. it’s woodsy, like she’s spent years trampling through rainforests and can’t get the scent out. she smells a little like wood and rain and fresh soil. some find it grounding, some find it gross. cora doesn’t particularly care. she also lights a cinnamon-scented candle every day, so that scent clings to her, too!

what is their favorite season? winter. she just likes the cold.

what is their favorite holiday? new year, new beginnings.

what is their style? due to a lot of psychological stuff, cora still has a lot of burns from the fire. (she also doesn’t remember anything from before the fire. her mind does a lot of work to protect her from grief, but unexplainable guilt still eats at her.) she tries to keep them covered, which isn’t too hard, considering they span from her hip to the top of her chest, with only a few licking up her arms. she doesn’t care about the burns on her arms showing, if only because she’s trying to show evie that scars are nothing to be ashamed of. so she wears a lot of short sleeves and jeans — 99% of the time, she’s wearing black, but if her parents buy her a white shirt, she’s not going to avoid it. she also has an odd fascination with overalls, so she has... more pairs than you’d think. she doesn’t do anything fancy with her hair, it’s either down or in a bun. she also doesn’t really do her makeup; if it’s done, then evie did it and Cora complained the whole time.

daniel:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? he’s a tea person, to be honest! if he does have coffee, it’s pretty similar to brett’s order, but most of the time, he’ll take chamomile tea and can it a day.

what is their scent like? he rocks his armani, my dude. mostly because he’d smell like a lacrosse game if he didn’t and no one thinks that’s a pleasant smell.

what is their favorite season? summer! it’s a time when people release their inhibitions and don’t feel the stress of school. also, pool parties!!!

what is their favorite holiday? lydia has informed him that he is required to say her birthday.

what is their style? he really doesn’t put too much thought into his style. he just... wears what he wears. usually, this means a plain shirt, jeans and sneakers. he wears a corded bracelet that lydia made him when they were eight and... that’s about it. he always looks good anyway, so he doesn’t put much thought into it.

daryl:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? he’ll literally drink anything you put in front of him. he doesn’t like super sweet coffee (aoife: shocked and upset) but if that’s what you give him, he’ll take it. so usually, he just orders black coffee and if he feels like dressing it up a bit, he will. and he’ll try to get a breakfast sandwich or something... pretend he takes care of himself...

what is their scent like? he doesn’t have a particular scent, believe it or not! it’s very intentional, shoutout to scentless soap. if he’s tracking an animal, it won’t pick up on his scent; if he’s hiding from his dad, he won’t pick up on it, either. at most, daryl smells like whoever he’s been around that day.

what is their favorite season? winter; it’s not too hot, there are no leaves to crush under his feet, and it’s not too wet outside, either.

what is their favorite holiday? he doesn’t really have one? st. paddy’s day, maybe. everyone’s drunk, so he doesn’t stand out.

what is their style? very casual, very indistinct. (his entire thing is being unnoticeable. is that because of the hunting or the abuse? yes.) he doesn’t tend towards light or dark clothes, but neutral. grays, blues, greens, browns. His jeans aren’t too baggy, but he really can’t move in the tight stuff, either. his hair is cropped pretty short for the time being, but he has considered letting it grow out a bit. he doesn’t wear any jewelry either, though that’s mainly because he just... doesn’t have any??

derek:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? he takes his coffee straight black. he’s stressed. he’s bisexual. he’s new in town. (or, uh. back in town, anyway.) he doesn’t have time for fancy alterations.

what is their scent like? derek smells a lot like old books and fresh leather. the running theory is that he has some special cologne that gives him those specific scent, but we have yet to discover what cologne that might be. he has a slightly earthy scent to him, too; it’s nothing compared to cora’s scent, but it’s there.

what is their favorite season? spring. he’s a flower guy, he must admit.

what is their favorite holiday? he... doesn’t have one? it’s kind of hard to enjoy the holidays when you think your entire family is dead. but if he had to pick one, it would probably groundhog’s day, because no one really celebrates it and he enjoys the calm.

what is their style? he is, as the kids say, dramatic bisexual. tight shirts and brand name jeans, dark leather jacket, leather shoes. he doesn’t wear designs or stripes or polka dots, because it would contrast his overall aesthetic. he also has a way of making even light colors look dark. he’s wearing blue? it’s dark. he’s wearing white? it’s dark. he might actually be a vampire.

eleanor:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? coffee is disgusting. that’s why she always adds vodka to it. listen, listen! ...don’t judge her. she’ll take a french roast black coffee, like a normal person, and add vodka, which is perfectly reasonable. she’s trying to become a pathologist, goddammit. she’s tired.

what is their scent like? she smells like peppermint. she hates the scent of a science lab and she hates the scent of booze, so she leans towards the most calming scent on earth: peppermint. it clings to her clothes, to her hair, to her breath. but it’s not overwhelming, okay, she’s not trying to turn into a candy cane.

what is their favorite season? summer!! party time, bitchesssss!!!

what is their favorite holiday? halloween! parties and sexy outfits, are you KIDDING???

what is their style? she’s what you’d get if you mixed Derek’s style and post-bite erica’s style. tight shirts and ripped jeans, usually tucked into a cute pair of boots. she also does not shy away from a little cleavage; if you got it, flaunt it! her makeup usually isn’t a concern, so the most she’ll do is a gloss with some eyeliner, but even that’s asking a lot of her. her hair is almost always puled back into a ponytail, because of how much time she spends in the lab, but if she’s going out, then she’ll wear her hair down. she doesn’t really wear jewelry, either. however, she got herself and elise matching necklaces back in high school, and she wears hers every day!

erica:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she usually goes for a chai latte. coffee’s good, if she needs the kick of energy, but for the most part, she’ll stick with her chai, thank you. she should get actual food from coffee shops, but instead of doing that, she’ll grab a couple of cake pops and head home!!

what is their scent like? to a wolf, she always smells faintly of electricity, but to the average human bean, she kind of smells like cheap perfume and incense. post-bite, she’ll smell a little less like electricity and a little more like whatever perfume she bullies derek into buying for her.

what is their favorite season? winter. she likes being able to dress in comfy sweaters and hide away from the world a little bit. post-bite, she’ll have a bit more love for summer and her ability to show off her body, but winter will always reign supreme.

what is their favorite holiday? frankly, she hates holidays, because people always find an excuse to shoot up fireworks and it's all an epileptic nightmare. but if she had to choose one, it would be labor day, because people do nothing but cook and chill. she has no family to chill with, but at least there are no fireworks. and she has cookie, her dog!

what is their style? pre-bite, she’s gotten used to dressing comfortably. leggings and t-shirts, nothing special, if only because the second she has a seizure, it either gets soiled or taken off anywhere. she doesn’t do makeup, because no one’s ever been around to teach her, and she’d rather not trust youtube to tell her important things like that. her hair is almost always up in a bun or ponytail, though she’ll let it down when she’s having an especially good day. post-bite, she likes to show off what she couldn’t before. she doesn’t have to worry about seizures anymore, so she wears tight clothing and mini skirts, leather jackets and high heels. she also takes this burst of self-love and learns how to do her makeup. she basically becomes elliot.

hayden:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she wouldn’t know, to be honest. she’s been in captivity for, like, eight years. but now that she’s a free woman, she is... experimenting with caramel lattes. it takes some adjusting.

what is their scent like? she smells like antiseptic and sewage. it’s... very gross. so she’s taken to showering a lot and stealing perfume and shower gel from stores on their road trip. her favorite shampoo smells like vanilla, and she keeps bubblegum on her, so her breath is always cotton candy minty fresh.

what is their favorite season? when she was a kid, she liked fall, because she liked watching the leaves fall. she hasn’t really seen the seasons pass in quite a few years, so she’s inclined to stick with her original bias.

what is their favorite holiday? she has to say christmas.

what is their style? she doesn’t have much of a style yet. she knows that she likes beanies; her favorite one is red and it was a gift from tara when they first escaped. she prefers baggy clothes that are easy to move in, maybe combat boots, if she can get her hands on some. eventually, she’ll sharpen that style, come to find that she looks best in maroon and that she likes ripped jeans. she’s learning how to do this cat-eye makeup thing that she saw on a woman in a diner once and she’d determined to get good at it. she doesn’t care much for jewelry, but if she finds some pretty wristbands, she’ll slip them on and make them work for her.

jacqui:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? the circus only ever gave her crappy coffee that tasted more like sludge than actual coffee. she never liked it, so by the time she got out of there, she had no interest in rediscovering coffee and seeing if it actually tasted any good. she’s much more comfortable drinking hot chocolate.

what is their scent like? she used to smell like cotton candy all of the time. she never understood why her captors wanted her to smell like that. but they would put it in her clothes, her shampoo, her food. everything smelled like cotton candy so that she would smell like cotton candy. while she doesn’t hate the scent now, it does make her nauseous. instead, she prefers the scent of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate, so she chooses shampoos and perfumes that match those scents.

what is their favorite season? winter! the circus went to michigan for christmas once. she’d never seen so much snow.

what is their favorite holiday? thanksgiving. she doesn’t care for the history of it, but she used to love gathering with her family and eating together. sharing what she was grateful for was always easy, because she was just grateful for them.

what is their style? she’s used to loose but slightly revealing clothing, as a result of the circus. even though she’s trying to form her identity outside of her captivity, she still tries to stick with what she’s comfortable in. so she wears pleated skirts and blouses with blazers, typically sticking to darker colors. she also takes care to wear shorts or leggings underneath, because she’s prone to do acrobatics in the middle of the room, all handstands and backbends and front walkovers. it helps her think. she finds jewelry very pretty and she wears it often! she likes necklaces most of all, but she also likes bracelets and earrings!!

jude:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? because of her stupid stomach, jude cannot handle coffee or any caffeine, for that matter! ...it does not stop her from drinking it!! while she prefers her coffee to be abysmally sweet, she just steals whatever her dad is drinking. she never orders her own, because she know she won’t drink all of it. she will always, always get snacks when she goes to a coffee shop. diabetes whomst.

what is their scent like? she smells like paper, fresh ink and freshly baked cupcakes! she also smells a little a waiting room from all the time she spends in the hospital. that has to be, like, a personality trait or something.

what is their favorite season? she likes all seasons. she just... likes everything. too much. if she had to choose, she’d probably a summer babey because that’s when her birthday is, but she doesn’t discriminate.

what is their favorite holiday? she has been informed that she has to say lydia’s birthday.

what is their style? she’s kind of all over the place, but in an organized way. for a rich girl, she dresses like a normal person on the street. she likes tattered sweaters and rolled up jeans and dirty sneakers. she rarely wears skirts or dresses, because she goes to a lot of protests and gets into her fair share of fights. and she doesn’t go for any particular color scheme, so much as she wears whatever she’s feeling that day. her hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail, but she’ll do something different on occasion. she really isn’t good with makeup, but when lydia, andie, maggie or beth feels like putting a look on her, jude will happily accept. the only jewelry she really wears is her medical bracelet, but she accidentally forgets it all the time. oops.

kira:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she’s a tea person, sorry. but if she does get coffee, she’s fine with something semi-sweet, but not as overwhelming as what some people (read: aoife) take. she might get something to nibble on, but altogether, her appetite isn’t that big.

what is their scent like? she smells like fabric softener. her parents tease her about it all the time, and they all know it’s because she only wears clothes that are fresh out of the dryer and carefully ironed. and it’s a nice smell, so it’s not like it’s a bad thing, but no matter how hard she tries, she just smells like fabric softener. and peaches, sometimes. it’s a weird combination, she’s suing whoever chose this for her.

what is their favorite season? winter: the blessed time of the year where she can wear big sweaters, leggings and no personality.

what is their favorite holiday? children’s day! it was her favorite holiday growing up and even though she’s a little too old to be considered a child now, she still loves it.

what is their style? she tends to favor the whole skirts and leggings thing, all year round. she likes shirts with personality, be it flowery or graphic. sometimes, she’ll don a jacket or a cardigan, but her looks usually go well without them. she likes earthy colors, with a splash of white or black, when she’s in the mood. she doesn’t really wear makeup? she just never learned and she was too anxious about messing it up to teach herself. she does different things with her hair; she’ll braid it or let it down, or make a crown of it. she does wear jewelry, but she usually has it hidden beneath her clothes, because she’s a nervous baby.

liam:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? black coffee and a breakfast sandwich. he has a lacrosse career to stress about, okay, he doesn’t have the patience for anything other than that.

what is their scent like? regrettably, this teenage boy smells like a teenage boy. all of the time playing lacrosse has left its scent on him and no amount of showering really takes away the scent of wind and turf. he wears cologne and aftershave to take the edge off, but it’s still tough to miss the scent.

what is their favorite season? fall. it’s lax season, what could possibly be better than that?

what is their favorite holiday? hanukkah. it’s probably the only holiday that doesn’t annoy the hell out of him.

what is their style? he dresses like the problem child he is. he uses his wealth for a lot of things, but clothes are not on the list. he prefers lighter colors, thin jackets, skinny jeans, the works. he puts a bit more effort into his looks than some, but he’s not the most fashionable by any means. sometimes, he lets brett put some eyeliner on him, but that’s about as far as his makeup goes.

lydia:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? french hazelnut with two shots of espresso, half a shot of caramel, 1 tablespoon of sugar and a sprinkle of cinnamon. as for food, she’ll take a bowl of fruit for now with a salad and parfait for later. this has been her order since she was twelve and it will probably never change.

what is their scent like? she smells heavily of strawberries, vanilla and just a little bit like fresh coffee beans. it’s a carefully curated scent, one that she happens to love on herself, thank you very much.

what is their favorite season? fall, duh. that’s when she was born. it’s also lacrosse season, so she gets to see jackson smite his opponents like the hand of god. that’s not to say that he doesn’t best everyone in everything, but he shines in a completely different way when it comes to lacrosse.

what is their favorite holiday? her birthday? how is this even a question?

what is their style? she is among the pickiest dressers in beacon hills. she’s a big fan of lace and flowers, but she doesn’t go overboard with it. she’ll venture past the usual jeans or skirt. actually, she rarely wears jeans; she much prefers skirts or rompers. everything is extremely classy and sophisticated, but every now and again, she’ll show a bit of cleavage. that’s very rare; not because she thinks cleavage isn’t classy, but it’s just not her vibe most of the time. shoes are a very big deal, too; she doesn’t even glance at anything less than six inches. wedges are a favorite for school, but she doesn’t shy away from red bottoms or stilettos. her hair is almost always just curled, but sometimes, she’ll put it in a braided crown or something. she doesn’t shy away from jewelry at all. she loves rings, bracelets, necklaces. and her makeup is always flawless, of course. who do you think she is?

maggie:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? the very antithesis to all that her baby sister is, maggie is fine with a simple dark roast with a little bit of cream and no sugar, than you.

what is their scent like? where lydia runs from the scent of the farm, maggie embraces it. while she’s very careful not to smell like horse dung, she’s fine with smelling a little like grass and the chamomile that her mom makes in the morning. her shampoo is mostly scentless, which just allows her to lean into the chamomile and grass scent. it’s an odd combination and lydia is begging her to choose something more, but maggie doesn’t have a problem with how she smells.

what is their favorite season? summer. no particular reason, she just likes it.

what is their favorite holiday? contrary to what lydia insists, it is not her birthday. rather, maggie loves easter. or, as she’s always called it, resurrection sunday.

what is their style? once again contrasting her baby sister, maggie’s style is much more casual. she’s up for a cardigan and blouse every once in a while, but for the most part, she’ll stick with her overalls, jeans and farm boots. she likes earthy or dark colors, because it sucks to get mud on a white shirt. she doesn’t really wear jewelry, aside from some old handmade bracelets and a necklace her daddy got her when she was little. she doesn’t really do makeup aside from sundays, because there’s just no need for it every day, despite what lydia seems to believe.

michonne:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? michonne is fine with tea, but if she’s getting coffee, then she’ll take a macchiato or something. honestly, she’s a law student, she takes energy wherever she can get it, she’s not complaining. when noah shoves cafe food at her, it’s usually a sandwich and... way too many treats.

what is their scent like? she smells a lot like lavender, surprisingly. it’s her favorite scent and she does her best to adorn herself with it.

what is their favorite season? she likes winter, cali-style. when it’s still raining and the skies are dark all throughout the morning and everything is a little chilly, but not so much that she feels the need to close herself in her house and never come out.

what is their favorite holiday? mardi gras. she spent a few summers in new orleans with her ex-boyfriend and the holiday has a special place in her heart.

what is their style? she’s a big business casual kinda person. jeans and boots with a white blouse and a pretty little blazer. she never wears skirts or dresses, but she’s resigned to the fact that she’ll have to, once she becomes an actual lawyer. she’s learning to cope. she tends towards dark colors, but she’ll throw on a white shirt or something. her shoes tend to be ankle boots or flats, because anything else just annoys her. (noah gave her a pair of crocs for christmas two years ago and she’ll never admit it, but those are her favorite lounging shoes. they’re so ugly but so comfortable.) she either curls her hair or braids it, but she tends to dye it, depending on her mood. as for jewelry and makeup, noah calls every day to tell her what to do and she just goes with it.

noah:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? disorganized bisexual, he orders something different every day. it’s a recipe for disaster, but he swears it’s fun. live, laugh, love.

what is their scent like? he smells like potpourri and this is not an accident.

what is their favorite season? summer! everything is so lively and fun in the summer, the other seasons want what she has.

what is their favorite holiday? fourth of july! like, fuck that independence thing, we all know that’s a lie. but there are pool parties, fireworks, barbecues. it’s literally the perfect holiday, aside from the intentional blind eye to prevailing systemic racism and oppression... live, laugh, love.

what is their style? he puts just as much thought into his looks as lydia does. his look is caught between very classy and very casual. he prefers polos or preppy sweaters, with form-fitting khakis and light jeans. he does prefer dark tops, but he knows that he looks good in basically anything. he spends a lot of time in barber shops to maintain the perfect hair and he spends at least thirty minutes brushing it per day. he loves jewelry. some days, he wears earrings. some days, he wears rings. but he always wears a watch that his dad gave him last year. when it comes to shoes, he usually wears combat boots or the right sneakers, but if the occasion calls for loafers, then he’ll wear the damn loafers.

sasha:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she can never get over the bitterness of coffee. she respects people who love it, but it’s just not for her. she’ll take hot chocolate any day, thanks! and if she remembers to grab some food, then she’ll just get something random but filling. she doesn’t put much thought into it.

what is their scent like? she smells like a rain shower, in the best way. it’s a very comforting and grounding scent, thought it’s hard to understand how she even manages it.

what is their favorite season? winter! not because of her birthday, but because the christmas lights are all so pretty and she just loves the euphoric vibe of the yuletide.

what is their favorite holiday? christmas, for the reasons listed above!

what is their style? she keeps it very simple. a plain shirt and jeans or a skirt, usually leaning towards earthy tones, including rose pink or black. she doesn’t put a whole lot of work into her appearance every day, though she certainly understands people who do. she wears earrings and a chokers every day and often wears bracelets. she does her makeup every day, but it’s a very subtle thing, because she doesn’t particularly want to draw attention towards herself. when it comes to shoes, she prefers boot, flats and sneakers. her hair is usually curled, but she’ll wear braids when she has the patience for it.

scott:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? if he has coffee, he likes it just a little sweet, but not an overpowering amount. he just needs to take the edge off and he’s fine.

what is their scent like? he smells like a lacrosse field, but he also smells like dogs. it’s not the greatest combination of scents, but it’s not like anyone pays that much attention to him. he gets to work with animals all the time and that’s cool enough that he doesn’t care how it makes him smell.

what is their favorite season? summer, because fuck school.

what is their favorite holiday? halloween, because he is a child and he still goes trick or treating every year. his mom keeps saying he’s too old, but he pretends that he doesn’t hear her.

what is their style? he’s very casual and usually just wears whatever his mom buys him. flannel button-ups, dark jeans, old sneakers, the works. he tends towards darker colors, but he’s not shoving his whites and pinks to the back of his closet by any means. he doesn’t really wear jewelry or makeup, though he would try it if he had any.

tara:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? she likes her coffee almost as sweet as aoife’s, but not that much. she doesn’t drink coffee all that much, but if she is going to drink it, then it needs to be sweet as all get out.

what is their scent like? she smells like a lake and a graveyard, all at once. hayden pointed it out a couple of weeks ago, back when they first escaped, over mcdonald’s burgers that they’d gotten by questionable means. tara... doesn’t really know what that means. the scent thing, that is.

what is their favorite season? fall; it’s cooling down, but it’s not overwhelmingly cold, either.

what is their favorite holiday? the new year; every year that she and her brother have survived is one year closer to them making it home.

what is their style? crop tops and leather jackets, babeyyy. she wants to look like a dangerous lesbian and she manages! her hair is naturally curly and she doesn’t really try to fight it into any particular style aside from brushing it into something presentable. she likes dark colors, but she really doesn’t have the room to be picky. she doesn’t really have the opportunity to do makeup or anything, aside from some stolen chapstick. and her shoes are just some beaten-up sneakers she found in a trash can.

trevor:

coffee order/current coffee shop order if they don't drink coffee? he takes iced tea!

what is their scent like? old spice and french fries! it’s a very odd scent that has had michonne raising her brows at him for ages, but he always grins because he likes it! he’s been using this old spice cologne for ages now and that’s not going to change. and french fries don’t even smell bad, so he really has no complaints.

what is their favorite season? fall, because that’s when mason was born. therefore, it’s the superior season and t is not taking any debate or criticism at this time, thank you.

what is their favorite holiday? thanksgiving, because he gets to spend time with his family and tell them how much he’s grateful for them! and he tells his friends, too! also easter!! and christmas!! he just really loves holidays, okay.

what is their style? t is a very fashionable but modest dresser. nothing of his is too tight, but he makes it all look good. sometimes he wears floral print or stripes, but that’s about as adventurous as he gets. he tends towards lighter colors, because dark colors just don’t match his personality. he doesn’t wear makeup or anything, but the one time liam hesitantly showed an interest in that kind of thing, t offered to learn how to do it with him. and even though that was a few years ago, his offer stands!

#╰ * sq. pack.

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