#who regularly does not do fillings when youre there for fillings and instead does cleanings.

[swagging-back-to]

refused to get my teeth pulled today bc the dr was an asshate PhD in mansplaining. he wouldn't even look me in the eye. every time he should've looked me in the eye he straight up closed his eyes and would talk to me with his eyes closed.

anytime i would bring up a concern or a complication i was worried about developing he'd be like 'yep so that's a complication that's possible.'

like yeah thats doing nothing for me bud i knew it was possible. it's why im fucking asking about it and asking if you think im personally more likely to experience it.

[alemonadinixi]

Jay's Story, Part 3

"Hey, Jay, you putting on weight?"

"Thanks for pointing it out, Derek," I tried to joke.

He laughed a little, "Sorry man, but hey, it happens! Stress is a killer. You want a workout buddy, you let me know."

"Thanks, man."

Derek went back to his desk, leaving me to my lunch. I looked like I had a bit of a beer belly, but so far there was no way anyone would guess I was carrying my girlfriend's eggs. These things had grown quickly, which Sierra said was a good sign. They'd settled in their place, now we just had to wait and see how they developed.

One development I was not expecting was to suddenly feel like my chest was damp. I glanced down and, sure enough, my shirt had small wet spots right over my nipples. I crossed my arms over my chest, put on my best “don't fuck with me right now” face, and rushed to the bathroom. I opened my shirt. Then I fucking panicked.

Lactating. I was lactating.

I watched tiny white beads form, dribbling down my chest when nothing soaked them up, hypnotized and horrified. Hiss don't even drink milk, let alone make it. This was not a thing Hiss did, of either sex, so why the hell was it happening to me??

I immediately called the surgeon’s office, since he was the only medical professional who knew what we'd done.

He was not nearly as alarmed as I thought he should be. “Huh. Interesting.”

“Doctor, how does me having work done on my intestine lead to growing breasts?” I demanded in a rough whisper.

“Tsk, all men have breasts, Jay, we just don't have the hormones necessary for them to function as such. Apparently your partner’s eggs, or the secretions used to implant them, contain something similar enough to trigger lactation. I'd have to run some tests to be certain, but that's the likeliest explanation.”

I rubbed between my eyes and took a deep breath. “So it's temporary.”

“Again, I can't be certain, no human has ever done what you've done before, but it is likely temporary, yes. I imagine the source is the eggs, and it will stop once you've laid them.”

“Why those instead of my partner?”

“Well, if it were her, I'd have expected the effects to appear much sooner after implantation. You'd have to have had her ovipositor secretions inside you regularly for that possibility to make sense.”

I blinked, my face growing warm. “... Oh.”

“You're a pioneer, Jay, we're going to run into all sorts of surprises, but so far nothing harmful has happened and things seem to be going well! Try not to worry, alright?”

“Right. Thanks, doctor.”

I hung up and stared at my reflection. What the doctor didn't know was Sierra had been regularly fucking me the past month. I loved the way she filled me, and I told myself at first there was something she secreted that made it better than normal, but honestly I was probably always a bottom and never knew it. Hell of a way to find out.

And it either needed to stop, or I needed to buy some nursing pads. I might need them anyway, it could be the eggs’ fault instead of Sierra’s.

Right now, the first thing to do was clean up. I tried dabbing at my shirt with a paper towel, which didn't do much. I'd just have to keep my jacket on, ask if I could leave work early, say I was sick or something. Then head home and Sierra and I could figure this out.

I got home before she did, and she found me in the bedroom trying to figure out if I could make nursing pads stay put in a shirt without a bra.

“Jay? What are you doing?”

“Trying not to need a nursing bra,” I grumbled and tossed the pads onto my dresser in defeat.

“A what?”

I sighed and removed my shirt. “So, something in either the eggs or your… secretions when we fuck is making me lactate.”

She looked concerned. “Is that bad?”

I took a breath. “Men don't normally do this, it's… human infants feed on milk from their mothers, so—”

Her face brightened, “So it's a good sign that your body accepts the eggs! You're making food, even if they won't need it.”

“That… that's not what I'm getting at,” I stammered, though it was a surprisingly pleasant thought. “I'm male, Sierra, this isn't supposed to happen to me.”

She shrugged, “You aren't supposed to have an egg pouch, either, but you do now.”

I frowned. “Stop being so logical about this.”

“Oh, Jay,” she wrapped her arms around my waist in a loose hug, “do you feel embarrassed?”

I blushed as a drop of milk trickled down my chest. “It’s a little upsetting, yeah!”

She licked my nipple. I jerked away with a gasp, “Stop that.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, just… feels weird.”

She got a wicked look on her face and did it again. I jerked away, but this time she followed. “It tastes good,” she muttered. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked.

I grunted in surprise, “Sierra!”

“Mmm, I like this a lot, Jay,” she mumbled, her hand opening my pants as she switched sides.

My protest got lost somewhere in my throat as she started pumping my cock as she sucked. I love the feel of her hands, smooth with just a touch of friction, like a snake's belly. As she dropped to her knees, she said, “Everything you make tastes delicious.”

My head rolled back as she licked the length of me. “Maybe… maybe I don't have to worry about the whole milk thing…”

She chuckled. “I don't think you do. I'll get you whatever you need.” She punctuated each word with a lick, “And. I'll. Lick. You. Clean. Every. Day.”

“Sucking would be good,” I almost managed not to beg.

She complied with a smile, and I stopped worrying about it.

[fuzzballsheltiepants]

People always want to say that we shouldn't let politics divide us. That used to be true. The thing is, voting for Trump in this election tells me a lot about who you are as a person. So does abstaining, or voting third party.

If you support Trump, you are telling the world that you don't care about disadvantaged people, you don't care about the LGBTQ+ community, you don't care about the Black community, the Indigenous community, the Latino community. You don't care about pregnant people having complications, or those who don't wish to be pregnant. You don't care about seniors, who are looking at loss of Social Security and Medicare prescription benefits, and the retirement age being raised. You don't care about your own right to vote in the future. If you support Trump, you don't care about honesty, or decency, or fidelity. You don't care about competence. You can deny this, but if at the same time you're filling out your ballot for this man, your denials will ring hollow.

In the past 2 weeks, we've seen Trump's campaign have a horrifically racist rally in MSG. We've seen him threaten political enemies with facing a firing squad. We've seen him pretend to fellate a microphone. We've seen him lie about knowing Epstein, and we've gotten access to tapes of Epstein talking about the real Donald Trump, the one who he was friends with for decades. And we've seen him once again dog-whistling the Proud Boys.

You were paying less for groceries in 2019? Yeah, blame the corporations who took advantage of supply chain shortages to jack up prices and then decided those higher prices were what the market would bear. The government doesn't set grocery prices, and Harris actually has a plan to try to stop price gouging and collusion. Trump has a plan to once again add tariffs to China, something he did in his first term that had absolutely catastrophic effects on US farmers when China did the same to us and started getting their soybeans from Brazil instead. You may not remember the 28 billion dollar bailout that was given - ineffectually - to Iowa farmers, but you better believe the farmers do.

You don't agree with the US continuing to fund Israel's actions? Harris has challenged Netanyahu, called the situation a humanitarian crisis, and has, with the rest of the Biden administration, been trying to negotiate a ceasefire, only to be constantly stymied by Trump. Trump brags about being besties with Netanyahu, who he talks to regularly (despite that being, you know, illegal).

You're concerned about the border? Crossings are way down this year, to 2019 levels, and that's DESPITE the bipartisan border bill being crushed in Congress due to - you guessed it - Trump pressuring the GOP not to vote for it because he thought it would help him politically.

Your rent is out of control and you want to buy a house? Harris has a plan to build hundreds of thousands of new affordable homes AND help first-time homebuyers with down payments.

Your health care costs too much? How about the Harris prescription plan, which will cap ALL prescription costs, not just for seniors, and will cap ALL insulin at $35 regardless of age or healthcare plan?

You don't want to vote, or you insist on voting for Stein despite the fact that she has no plans, doesn't know how the government works, and has done zero for this country ever? You're telling us that it's more important to keep your own hands clean instead of helping take one tiny step in the direction of freedom, the direction of equality.

Your vote is your voice. And we can hear it.

[strongfuck]

ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Normally, Rhys just smells clean whenever he’s able to be. He showers regularly and is pretty meticulous about his grooming in general (if he doesn’t shave everyday, he’s got a stubbly beard the next day), and while he makes sure to use deodorant often, he doesn’t slather it on like butter, so at most there’s just a hint of it. When he’s meeting important people or dealing with other professional-esque situations, though, he buys a similarly clean and refreshing men’s cologne, often with a hint of citrus. If he’s going on a date, the man is most certainly wearing some gentle baby cologne-- “rain cloud” or some other scent like that. He just finds them nicer for the senses in general than bolder men’s colognes, that’s all.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Rhys’ flesh hand is rough from years of hard work growing up and even more years of hard work as an adult, what with how often he dealt with engineering, mechanics, and other heavily tinker-related duties at university and at Hyperion. The pads of his fingers are callused from his recreational guitar playing, and his fingers are long from childhood years playing piano at the town church down on Amalthea. His cybernetic hand, meanwhile, is metal-smooth in texture, and contrary to popular belief actually runs pretty similarly to a human temperature instead of being cold. It isn’t soft like a hand is, of course, and you can feel the ridges of plating and panelling, but because of bleeding edge temperature regulation, it can be whatever temperature Rhys wants. He tends to go for “a simulation of normal human temperature based on the rest of me”.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Everything. Anything. If Rhys is rushing and nobody is there to remind him otherwise, he’ll spend a day eating nothing but fastfood, chips, and other easily accessible things. He could have a personal chef at work, but why waste the expense when he can just walk outside to the nearest burger joint and eat something way cheaper? That said, though, if he has the time he does like to try new things and cook them. Food’s a fun experience for him, and being a cyborg means he can make any recipe perfectly as long as he has the ingredients and correct instructions for them. He doesn’t have any “comfort” food, per se, but his favourite carb is dough of any kind, and the food he eats the most of as far as cooking is concerned are dumplings filled with savoury meat.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Rhys can sing on-tune, and he’s more a quiet singer than a belter if it’s up to preference, but he’s not polished or especially superstar-esque with it. He’s not likely to sing for other people willy-nilly unless it’s karaoke night with friends (or at Atlas holiday parties). I’m also gonna link Troy Baker casually singing because the dude’s his voice actor, but that’s also more or less how it goes.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? Sometimes, very rarely, he’ll smoke cigarettes. He obsessively tracks the nicotine in his body all the while with his cybernetics, though, so it doesn’t help him calm down as much as it theoretically should. Drinking is also virtually useless, because Rhys’ cybernetics burn the alcohol in his body quickly, so he doesn’t bother with that. He might eat too much ice cream, though. As far as nervous ticks go, Rhys has a tendency to stammer when he’s nervous or rub the side of his neck, or run his fingers through his hair to calm himself down.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? When Rhys is at work, he puts on the image of the clean, corporate guy, who also doubles as Your Cool Boss. He likes to wear colours that suit the aesthetic of his work; with Hyperion, he had loud yellows and blues to stand out and stay in line with Hyperion trends, and with Atlas, he wears a deeper blue colour and a vivid, red tie. While he’s not too pressed about looking extremely neat with his clothing (his tie can be askew here and there, or he’ll forget to tuck some of his shirt into his pants), he does try to have some semblance of neatness. In private situations or at home, Rhys has an almost entirely different aesthetic-- he likes earthy colours, or simpler neutrals, and actually isn’t a huge fan of sticking out. Comfort always beats style to him, and he’s not immune to keeping “ugly” clothing around if it has sentimental value to him. Regardless of the situation, though, he likes to roll his sleeves up, and if he’s able to, then he’ll pop the top button of his shirts, too.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? Yes! Rhys isn’t afraid of showing his appreciation of others, and can do so whether through verbal praise, high-fives, fistbumps, hugs (one-armed or two-armed), and the whole shebang. He loves his friends dearly, especially those that’ve made it into his inner circle, and is loyal to a fault, and he can forgive almost anything. In terms of romantic relationships, he most certainly has to be told to stop if a partner doesn’t want him to touch and kiss them often, since he likes to do both quite liberally. (He also, in an embarrassing show of territoriality, likes to leave marks if he’s given permission to, and will abuse this privilege if given free reign. You’re welcome to interpret this as you like, because any possibilities you can think of probably fall under the umbrella.)

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? On his back, because he’s insane (also it’s good for his back). Rhys will also sleep on his side if he has someone to spoon because he’s clingy.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? If he’s talking? Probably, albeit muffled, since he tries not to yell much if he can help it. If he’s not speaking, though, it depends-- he doesn’t work hard to be silent unless the situation calls for it, but he’s not excessively loud, either. He walks like a normal guy and his shoes are pretty normal, so the sound of his walking’s normal, too.

tagged: @manaborn​ i feel like u and me are gonna be the “did we just become best friends?” gif real soon tagging: @munro-of-europa​, @therelignedstars​, @phaseshiftings​, @micsmasmuses​ (angel), @general-kalani​ (knoxx so u can develop him more hehe), @love-seared​, @irrfahrer​, @protodroid​, @lowerqualityrp​ (maya), @auroradicit​ (kalma... or theia if u want. Both?)

[healthyvibez1]

Vape Store SEO How To Rank

Do you ever ask yourself how some vape shops come out top on search engines while others are behind a long list of competitors? When it comes to industries where new vaping shops pop up regularly, having a good online standing is no longer a plus; it is a must. But the question is, how do you rank your vape store best and permanently?

Now, it is time to explore what it means to optimize your vape store for search engines. Consider it a secret ingredient that makes your store stand out to clients finding your business online. This guide will be valuable for both beginners who have never tried to rank their websites and those who want to increase their existing ranking.

Why SEO Is Important for Vape Shops

Web browsers like Google are the entry point into the World Wide Web. Every person using a search engine to look for "vape store near me” or “buy vape online” will likely select one of the first few options. If your store is not there, you’re losing potential customer traffic to a competitor’s store instead.

It becomes crucial for vape stores since paid search in this category is severely limited. Google Ads and social networks have rather strict policies for advertising products related to vaping. That's where organic search traffic— earned through SEO of vape stores — comes into play as a considerably strong source.

Nail Down Your Keywords

Keywords are fundamental to SEO. They are the keywords and phrases that your prospective customers use in search engines. For vape stores, these might include:

“Buy vape juice online."

“Vape store near me”

“Best vape brands”

“Disposable vapes for sale”

To discover great keywords for your business, you can Google Keyword Planner and other tools such as SEMrush and Ahrefs. The keywords are somewhere in the middle, on moderate people's interests and low competitors. Once you have your list, incorporate them naturally into your Website's content, such as:

Product descriptions

Blog posts

Meta titles and descriptions

Headers and subheaders

Create High-Quality Content

The search engine giant rewards such content because such information is valued by its users. For a vape store, this means writing high-quality blog articles, guides, and engaging reviews that provide answers customers are seeking to trust the store. Here are some ideas:

Guides: Selecting your first vape is not a walk in the park. Here are tips on how to select the best one for you: "Choosing the Right Vape for First-Time Users."

Reviews: “Top 10 Vape Juices of 2024”

Thus, you entice not only the visitors but also the backlinks – other web resources that link to your site, thus enhancing the domain authority.

Improve Your Website Technical SEO

The technical health of your website greatly impacts search engines' site ranking. Think of getting into a website that takes ages or does not load on your phone. Of course, you would probably get up and run away – and search engines take this into account.

Here’s a checklist to optimize your site’s technical SEO:

Mobile-Friendly Design: Always ensure that all your website pages are mobile-friendly if you want the users to open them on any device.

Fast Loading Speed: Optimise images, use CDN and enable browser caching.

Secure Connection: HTTPS should be turned on to encrypt users' data and gain their trust.

Clean URL Structure: Limit URL strings, make them meaningful and fill them with keywords (e.g., www.example.com/buy-vape-juice).

Fix Broken Links: Taking all links or hyperlinks to lead to existing and meaningful pages is also important.

Local SEO: Own Your Area

Local SEO is especially important if you’re running a physical store that sells vaping products and equipment. Whoever types “vape shop near me,” you’d wish to be the earliest outcome they come across. Here’s how to make it happen:

Google Business Profile: Get your business on Google and make it stand out. Include profile information such as address, phone number, Website, business hours, and high-quality pictures.

Local Keywords: On the same note, use the specific city name with references such as ‘[vape store city name].

Customer Reviews: As indicated in social media recommendations, seek to persuade clients who are happy with the services provided to post more comments on Google and Yelp. Engage your customers on reviews to make them feel appreciated.

NAP Consistency: Make sure your name, address and phone number do not differ between the pages.

Leverage Link Building

The more backlinks you have – from other Websites to your Website – the more votes you have. In a sense, Google recognizes this. The more high authority links to your site, the more an engine will rank your site if you rank high for high quality.

Here’s how to earn them:

Collaborate: Encourage vape bloggers or influencers to write for your blog or use their products for a review.

Directory Listings: List your store on portals such as Yelp or other sites targeted to your niche.

Content Promotion: You should share your blog posts or guides on social media and forums to encourage people to share them even further.

Focus on User Experience (UX)

Google also places high regard on the user experience that the users get with the particular Website. Clear and logical layouts of the site's pages will help maintain a high traffic rate and achieve better ranking among search results. Consider the following:

Navigation: They must have a few, and most importantly, a logical menu on their site.

Search Functionality: Include a search bar for searching for a product since many users may find it challenging to navigate.

High-Quality Images: Choose sharp, business-like images of the items you are promoting.

Easy Checkout: Reduce the steps needed to complete a purchase elimination of cart abandonment.

Conclusion

Finding your vape store to the top of the search rankings isn’t alchemy; it’s a science. Organizing keywords, value establishment, site optimization, and local and backlink construction will help you have your niche at the top of the results list.

Remember, SEO takes time. Stay committed to this venture; over time, your vape store will become a shop that people prefer to shop online and locally. So, what are you waiting for? Stop waiting, start working on optimizations now, and watch your store grow!

[heart-aflame]

Went to the dentist for an exam, since i havent gone in four years. (side note, dont do that. Dont wait that long if you have the ability to see a dentist.) Anyways, I have a few cavities that need some fillings, and a crown for one of my teeth since the tooth is cracking around the filling. I do have to have a tooth pulled though, because the cavity is really bad, in the back of my mouth which is a little unfortunate. None of them really hurt though, besides occasionally, so that's kind of lucky I guess.

I also got a referral for a dentist who specializes in gums, because mine have been receding and I might need some grafts(however thats spelled) and I really want to be able to drink cold things without it hurting again. Though right now, the first priority is getting an appointment to pull that tooth, then get the fillings, then have an actual cleaning at the dentist, then the gum doctor, because I want them to see me when my teeth arent an issue to work around for them.

Another tangent, but dentists remind me of those cleaner fish who clean sea creatures teeth. Mutually beneficial, except instead of food and safety from possibly being eaten, dentists get money.

I need to go to the dentist more too, hopefully I'll be able to. The lesson here is brush your teeth and go to the dentist regularly if you can, because this is kind of unfortunate. My mental health doesnt help with hygiene though, or with dealing with the texture of the tooth brush and the taste of toothpaste at the same time. Especially now, since brushing does hurt sometimes, but that'll hopefully happen less when the problem teeth are gone.

[messofmoss]

thursday, june 20, 2024

4:52am

it's been weeks since julia has told me she loves me back. i told her again, and all she said was thanks. maybe she doesn't anymore. maybe it annoys her when i tell her. i should just leave her alone.

she probably wouldn't even notice you're gone. or if she does, she would feel relief to finally be free of you. if you care about her, you'll leave her alone. just leave her the fuck alone.

5:05am

she doesn't want your love. just cris. your love is only agitating for her because you're not cris. love and attention from the wrong person is irritating. she doesn't give a fuck how you feel about her. she only keeps you around as a distraction from her cris feelings. that's all you ever were and you're not even a good one anymore. there is no point to your existence in her life. tbh there's no point to you at all. what good comes from your existence? two cats get cuddles a lot? they'd get cuddled by someone that could afford to take care of them better. they could get cuddled by someone who would clean their litter box more regularly. they could get cuddled by someone that lived in a house they could roam freely in. even they would be better off without you if you weren't so fucking selfish.

5:14am

why the fuck do you even care what she thinks anyway? she's boring as hell 80% of the time. she doesn't have a drop of whimsy in her body. your relationship is like she's a member of the crowd watching your comedy special. laughing ever so often and maybe answering a few questions now and then. 90% of this entire friendship is just you. she doesn't deserve you.

5:20am

do you think loaves of bread at the store want to be picked? like they know they're going to be eaten? or do they try to wish themselves invisible and silently scream when someone picks them up and sets them in their cart? would each slice be like taking a limb from them?

many times have i only wanted 1 loaf of bread but i saw only 2 there so i couldn't just leave the one behind because what if it felt unwanted or not good enough? what if it missed its friend? so i buy both. but what if that is a worse fate because now it has to watch me tear his friend apart limb from limb? that fucking sucks

10:09am

maybe i'm asexual??

8:44pm

what a day. i went downstairs to check on grandma and turned outlander on for us to watch. it was around 3 when i realized that there was an odd smell. turns out one of the stove burners was on and filling the house with gas. so i took grandma out to 3 cemeteries and we drove around in our nightgowns.

i called my dad while we were out to check on him because of the heat and all. i told him we were going out to sand lake union cemetery and so he asked me if i could go up taborton mountain to my uncle's house to get a microwave for him. so i did.

once i got home, i basically just read for the next couple hours. i'll probably start another book now that i've finished this one. it's easier to not think when i'm reading. well if the book is interesting enough. i'd rather be in their world than my own.

11:13pm

my hairdye finally arrived but i think i should wait to do it. i don't want toooo but it's so hot lately that i'll just sweat it off at work and dye my clothes and skin lol embarrassing that'd be.

11:20pm

julia sent me a selfie today without me asking and a voice message without me asking. then she sent two kissy faces when she went to bed instead of hearts.

it doesnt mean anything it doesnt mean anything it doesnt mean anything it doesnt mean anything

but i want it to. i want to kiss her. she's so unbelievably pretty. how does she just wake up everyday and look like that? that's crazy.

she would never be interested in me. i'm like a fucking whale. an ogre. a troll. i feel like i am just ballooning more and more everyday.

my legs don't even feel like mine half of the time. they're like huge and each jiggle is so uncomfortable. like it feels foreign.

in general when i look in the mirror it doesn't feel like me. like who is that?

there was a period of time when i had like two sides of me. i called the other one emma. emma is a lesbian and more repulsed by men and doesn't want kids. vs katy who wants a traditional life with a man and children. i feel like i go through periods where i feel more like emma or more like katy. i actually had started a diary once where i was going to write journal entries and like sign them as katy or emma so i could see the difference more. but i am typically bad at keeping up with diaries.

i found it lol i only had one entry after this so not very helpful. maybe i could start it up again. though right now i feel kind of like neither of them.

[golleecosmetics]

Have you had clients who came back with almost no lashes or who said "I lost them in one eye" Have you ever wondered why eyelash extension retention is always worse in one eye?  Can't understand why?  Well, a surprise awaits you because in this article we reveal the most common reasons why customers lose multiple eyelash extensions in one eye. Let's start with the fact that eyelash extensions are a semi-permanent way to make lashes appear longer and fuller.  Eyelash retention is 50/50 between artists and clients.  Eyelash extensions require regular maintenance known as infills because they go through their lash cycle and fall out. Lash artist!  Whenever you are experiencing retention problems with one eye, always ask yourself this: What's different about that side?  Make a list of all the factors that are different, from the environment to your setup to how you clean your lashes and apply for extensions.  Really think about all the major potential culprits. Believe it or not, this is a common thing!  A customer may come back for their infill and tell you that they have lost more lashes in one eye than the other, and some may call or text you sooner due to the loss of lash extensions in one eye!  Don't panic!  This happens to all eyelash artists.  The only solution is to take the time to analyze the situation and we are here to help and guide you! You've got your temperature and humidity on point, and you've educated your customers on after-care service.  Still, you have a persistent problem where more clients come back with much worse retention in one eye than the other. If you're having trouble fixing this, here are some tips that may help you identify the cause: It doesn't matter if your client is new to eyelash extensions or has been using them for a decade;  At some point, you will find that eyelash extension seem to fall out faster from one eye. The answer is not black or white as to why this happens and if you keep reading you will see why. Why do my client's eyelash extensions keep falling out on one side? There are five possible reasons why your client's eyelash extensions fall out faster in one eye than in the other ... Your lash-shedding cycle Unfortunately, our eyes and hair aren't always in sync, which means our lashes don't fall out the same way.  One side may lose more lashes than the other and this could be due to natural shedding.  There isn't much to do about it.  You can advise your clients to get an eyelash serum, so that their cycles grow faster, which will allow you to properly fill their lashes, or you can advise your client to come back earlier. An eyelash artist cannot prevent eyelashes from falling out but always does her best to fill all the lashes. Our lashes don't always fall out evenly.  You probably already know that we constantly lose and regrow our natural lashes.  When this happens, it's not always a case of uniform detachment in both eyes. It is common to have uneven shedding, which means that one eye loses its lashes faster than the other.  The problem may seem bigger when your client arrives for their replacement appointment and gets extra attention from you as an eyelash artist on the side that has lost the most extensions. They may go home after their infill and notice that the other eye seems to be losing faster.  It is simply because they now have older lash extensions and natural lashes on the other eye. Do your best to fill in their lashes so they look completely even, but if your client is always struggling with uneven shedding, the solution is simple, tell them to get their infill more regularly (e.g. after two weeks instead of three weeks). Uneven shedding is generally not something you, as an eyelash technician, can prevent.  You can also tell your customers to buy mascara to protect their lashes and see if that helps their situation, if not make sure they come for their infill sooner. Environmental difference You'

re probably thinking… “What?  It's not as if one eye is in a different room. "The environmental difference we are referring to, for example, is perhaps that the left eye is directly next to a window or a humidifier. This is common! If a heat source or moisture is close to an eye, it can definitely affect eyelash extension retention. Both heat and moisture work to speed up the curing time of the eyelash adhesive, so the adhesive will cure faster on that side If the adhesive hardens before the lash extension is applied to the natural lashes, the retention will be poor. Solution: ✅ Make changes to the room tab settings to avoid environmental differences Adhesive curing Most of us lash artists have our lash extension palette and a lash sticker placed on the lash bed on one side of the client's head (left or right).  This means that the eyelash adhesive is getting closer and closer to an eye, right?  The distance and time it takes to travel from the lash adhesive to each eye are different because one eye will be further and further away from the lash adhesive.  This can be a problem for eyelash artists who use very fast-curing adhesives or for new eyelash artists who are slower in applying lashes. By the time the adhesive-soaked lash extension travels to the farthest eye, the adhesive is partially cured and does not form a proper bond.  For this reason, the eye with the worst lash retention is the eye that is not right next to the lash adhesive. Solution: ✅ Use a slightly slower curing adhesive ✅ Tilt/turn the client's head to shorten the distance between the eyelash adhesive and the client's eye ✅ Gather a little more adhesive when covering the lash extension Poor application Have you ever noticed that it is always easier to apply extensions to one eye than the other?  Having trouble with the right eyelash extension attachment?  Have you tried to apply for the eyelash extension several times without success?  If this is the case, the eye with eyelash retention problems is the most difficult eye to lash.  When the eyelash extension isn't applied correctly, or you weren't able to apply it in the first go, retention will definitely be an issue. Solution: ✅ Use tape to make lash application easier (glue, lift the eyelid, lengthen the eyelid, etc.) ✅ Tilt the client's head to better see/apply eyelash extensions. Clients factors The last factor is totally related to the customer.  Although less common than the eyelash artist's mistake, customer after-care, medical conditions, medications and natural lash criteria can affect retention. Many people sleep on their side, which is something we cannot control, but this could be the cause of poor retention on one side.  Whenever you sleep, the extensions will rub against the pillow and cause the extensions to fall out. Try to educate them to sleep on their backs and keep silk eye masks in stock.  This is an opportunity for you to earn some money and a way for them to keep their lashes longer. A silk eye mask will allow your lashes to gently touch the silk material, instead of rubbing abruptly against the pillow. If you are not a fan of eye masks, you can always replace the cotton pillowcase with a silk pillowcase which allows for less friction. Clients who sleep on one side of their face may have poorer retention in the eyes they sleep on.  Constantly rubbing your eye with the pillowcase can cause your eyelashes to fall out. Solution: ✅ Remind customers not to sleep on one side or on their stomach ✅ Educate customers on proper after-care ✅ Recommend switching to a silk pillowcase for less friction How to tell if your client losing lashes is your fault or not? If you have successfully attached the eyelash fan to natural lashes, that is, if you have wrapped the eyelash fan beautifully around the lashes and your client shows up with some lashes lost on one side, you can confidently explain that your lashes (such as hair) grows and falls over tim

e.  It's another great reason to book infill regularly with your customers to keep them topped up. Are you to blame?  ABSOLUTELY NOT. Is it the fault of your client?  NO, unless they pick, pull and damage their own lashes. But if there are no natural lashes attached to the fan, it means that the lash extension was not properly attached to the natural lash at the initial appointment.  There is the main reason for this and is that you may be using the wrong adhesive for your speed and environment.  In short, if the adhesive hardens too quickly, it will settle before it can form a proper bond with the client's natural lashes, which means poor retention. Are you to blame?  More than likely. Is it the fault of your client? Unlikely, however, poor after-care can be a factor. Is it normal for some eyelash extensions to fall out? It is natural and normal that we lose 3 to 5 lashes per day, as the natural ones regenerate and give way to the growth of new lashes.  Likewise, if you were to rub your eyes, you might drop some of them due to friction. Some days you may notice one or two fluttering away, while on others you may not even notice them;  it depends on what you are doing and if you are paying attention. However, if you are losing most of your lash extensions in a week or less, there is definitely something wrong, be it the after-treatment technique, the quality of the lashes or the glue used. Lashes are more than just cosmetic bangs.  Eyelashes protect the eye from debris that can obstruct vision or cause infection or injury.  Lashes grow, fall out and replace in a natural cycle every six to ten weeks, just like the hair on the crown of the head. It is normal to lose one to five lashes per day.  Sometimes the more rapid loss of eyelashes (known as madarosis) can be a symptom of an underlying health problem in the eye or elsewhere in the body. How many eyelash extensions are normal to lose per day? You need to understand the natural eyelash growth cycle. First, it is important to understand that eyelash loss is a normal part of the growth cycle.  Like the hair on your head, eyelashes grow (and fall out) in one cycle.  Wondering how often your lashes fall out in this cycle?  Well, natural lashes fall out every day and a loss of 2-5 natural lashes per day is normal. We have covered the natural lash fall behavior.  But how many eyelash extensions fall out per day?  The answer is ԛuite simple. The lash extensions are positioned to allow the natural cycle to continue as usual.  This means that the natural lashes will come off with your extension while they are attached.  So the shedding of the lash extensions reflects the natural shedding of the lashes.  In other words, if you normally lose 2-5 lashes per day, you are likely to lose about the same number of lash extensions per day.  Full growth can take a few weeks, so lash extensions can generally last around 2-4 weeks. While you can't change anything about the natural lash cycle, you can tell your clients to expect some shedding. Due to the natural falling out of the lashes on a daily basis, regular "refills" or "touch-ups" are required to keep the lash extensions looking their best.  To keep the newly installed lash extensions looking healthy and full, we recommend regular touch-ups every 2-4 weeks.  With regular "touch-up" appointments you can maintain your optimal appearance indefinitely!  With the commitment of a regular maintenance program, many of our satisfied customers keep their eyelash extensions all year round! How do you stop your clients from losing eyelash extensions on one side? • Are the natural lashes clean?  Remember, the presence of any makeup, oils, face powder, serum, etc. will result in poor retention!  As soon as your client goes to clean their lashes in the shower, they will all fall out if they are attached to the dirt and not the natural lashes! • Ask your customers

to turn their heads.  This way, you can bring the opposite side closer to your dominant hand, which will allow you to apply the eyelash extension faster. • Do you check the condition of your room?  Keeping an eye on the temperature and humidity of the room will ensure that the glue is working properly.  Remember that the vast majority of eyelash glues work best in temperatures between 68 and 72 Fahrenheit (20 and 22 degrees Celsius) and humidity levels between 45 and 65%.  A good hygrometer will be a lifesaver for this! • Use a glue ring on the opposite hand.  This way, the drop of glue will be closer to the eye and you can reach your natural lashes faster. • If you are not comfortable with the glue ring, you can always place your jade stone on the opposite side as well, so that the distance is closer to your eyes. • Make sure you isolate your natural lashes properly before dipping the lash extension with your other hand.  Many times we make the mistake of dipping the lash extension first and then trying to isolate it, then sticking it on at the end.  This is a mistake that will slow you down every time you are tying and can be problematic when it comes to retention because the bead of glue will definitely heal before it reaches the point. • Are you using enough glue?  Always make sure you have enough glue on the extension so that it wraps around the extension and natural lashes;  you don't want a big drop, but you want to be able to see the glue on the extension.  You'll also need to make sure your glue is fresh and has the correct drying time for you - it's all fine using the best eyelash extension glue on the market, but using a glue that doesn't suit you will result in retention issues., Leaving you and your client asking why eyelash extensions fall out in one side. REMEMBER: When using a little more glue, make sure you take those eyelash extension tweezers and insulate your lashes well to prevent them from sticking. Always make sure that the application is correct and that the lash extension is well glued to the natural lashes! Conclusion With all the information above on why your clients lose multiple extensions on one side, we are sure they will help you when you have a client with excessive eyelash loss on one side. Always be confident and educate your customers about what the process entails and how normal it is.  This way, your lash clients will know that you are great at what you do. We hope you understand that it is common to lose multiple lashes on one side or one eye and we hope this article can help you solve this problem! We also hope we have shed some light on some reasons you may not have considered as to why your client's eyelash extensions don't last on one side. Thanks for reading and have a nice day!

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Angel By the Wing - ONE

Starting the series off strong. Hope you all enjoy! If you would like to be added to the tag list of this series, please fill out the google form on my pinned message :)

Warning: smut (18+ only)

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After a week of chaos, you finally got a chance to relax and breathe as you stood on the side of the dance floor and watched as the happy couple swayed back and forth. The champagne in your hand left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue, partly thanks to the fact that the chicken saltimbocca served for dinner was so incredibly salty.

“They make a good pair.” The groomsman you had been partnered with sidled up next to you, a whiskey neat clutched in his hand. You eyed the drink in envy and he smirked, lifting it to his lips and swallowing it down in one fell swoop. In return, you threw back your champagne and let it slide down your throat.

“They do,” you agreed once the sweet alcohol was gone from your glass. “I already told him that if he hurts her, I will go Carrie Underwood on his ass.”

He chuckled, his brown eyes locked on you instead of on the newlyweds. It had been a long road getting Jason and Hayley here. This week alone had been stressful beyond belief and you weren’t even the one getting married. You were just one of the bridesmaids thanks to being Hayley’s friend from college. You had flown up here eight days ago to help her in the final preparations and this moment was the first break you’ve had. Of course, it came when they were having their last dance, but hey, who were you to complain?

“I’m Bradley, by the way. I don’t think we really had a chance to talk.” He extended his free hand and you shook it as you gave him your own name. His hands were rough and calloused, the scrape against your skin making you shiver.

“I thought your name was Rooster,” you said. You had heard Jason and a few of the other groomsmen use the name. Bradley grinned and shook his head. 

“That’s my call sign. I’m a naval aviator. I met Jason in ROTC at UVA.”

“I figured.” You gestured to the outfit he was wearing. “This doesn’t really scream civilian. Does Rooster stand for something?”

He didn’t miss the way your gaze flickered to his zipper, your lip tucked between your teeth as you blinked up at him with a teasing look in your eyes.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

“Bar closed thirty minutes ago.”

He stepped closer, his whiskey stained breath mingling with yours. His warm gaze flickered down to your lips and you raised an eyebrow at his blatant staring. 

“The hotel bar is still open.”

And that is precisely how you found yourself pressed against the door of your hotel room. He had your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you like you weighed nothing. A pleasant buzz filled your brain, but you were still sober enough to be fully aware of the bulge pressed against your core.

“Wait,” you murmured. Bradley pulled his lips off of yours and moved to your neck, but he squeezed your ass to indicate that he was listening. You almost lost your train of thought as he laid a kiss below your jaw.

“I’m clean. I have one person I regularly sleep with, but he and I both get tested every month. I’m on birth control, but you’re still using a condom.”

He raised his head from where he had buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips were swollen and his cheeks red from the combination of liquor and lust. You tangled your fingers in the short hair at the base of his neck and tugged, eliciting a low groan from his chest.

“I’m clean. Got tested three weeks ago and I haven’t been with anyone since. Definitely using a condom.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You slotted your lips against his once more and moaned into the kiss. Bradley thrust against you, but the fabric of his pants and the skirt of your bridesmaid dress prevented you from truly feeling anything. His fingers fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress as you shoved at his jacket. He slowly helped you slide down so your feet landed on the ground and then shrugged off his jacket.

“Your other guy know you’re doing this?” he asked as he worked at your zipper once more. The long dress slid off your shoulders and pooled at your feet, leaving you in the lacy bra and panties you wore underneath.

“Why? Do you care or something?”

His fingers skated along the waistband of your panties and then dipped into the fabric, rubbing along the slit of your cunt. You shut your eyes and hummed at the touch. It only abated some of the burning in your gut, but you were hoping an orgasm or two would help ease the itch under your skin entirely. You hadn’t gotten laid in a month thanks to your fuck buddy being busy.

“I don’t really want to be encroaching on someone else’s territory.” His teeth enclosed over the shell of your ear and he tugged gently. You tugged at his shirt and somehow got the buttons out of their respective holes.

“Well, he knows. He doesn’t care. And he doesn’t fucking own me.” You pushed him back onto the bed and his shirt splayed open. Bradley tugged it off and then yanked his undershirt off, revealing the lithe muscles and six pack that was hiding underneath.

“Pants off. You owe me an orgasm for being a misogynist.”

A crooked grin crossed his full lips. “Well, by all means, punish me.” He laid back and kicked off his pants as you stripped off your last layer of clothes. Crawling onto the bed, your thighs rested on either side of his head. Bradley gave you no time to gather your bearings before he tugged you down onto his face.

Oh fuck, you thought. His mustache burned deliciously against your skin as his tongue stroked between your folds, circling around your clit before dipping inside your soaking arousal. You let out a shuttered gasp and bucked your hips, cresting your clit against the bridge of his nose. He groaned, the vibration rippling through you in the best way.

“Shit, sorry, did I hurt you?” You started to raise your hips but he grabbed your ass and pulled you down onto his tongue once more. You moaned and ground down as he devoured your pussy. Fucking hell, Bradley ate pussy like he was a man dying of thirst and you were the fountain of youth.

Your stomach tightened with the all too familiar feel of pleasure. It felt like a rubber band being stretched thin and you were aching for it to snap. Your fingers slid into his wavy hair and you tugged. He moaned into your cunt and your eyes rolled back into your head as he speared his tongue between your folds.

Your orgasm washed over you as he ate you out and you locked up, your thighs tightening around his head. The second you could regain your thinking, you released your hold on him and rolled onto your back.

“You okay?” you asked. His chest heaved up and down and he was staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look on his handsome features. You bent down and kissed him, taking the taste of your in your mouth as your tongue stroked alongside his. That snapped him out of whatever pussy-induced trance he was in and he rolled on top of you. His strong hands curled around your wrists and pinned your hands above your head.

“Can you be a good girl and take my cock?” he panted, his lips ghosting over your jaw.

“Fuck me, Rooster,” you teased.

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The alarm clock shrieked as it came to life. You swore and haphazardly slapped your hand on the offensive box until it shut up. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you blinked the sleep out of your eye and looked at the time.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. “Fuck!”

The figure next to you in the bed jerked awake at your exclamation. You winced in apology and rolled out of bed. Being naked didn’t even faze you. He had seen it all last night when he coaxed not one, but three orgasms out of you. Damn, if only you were staying in Virginia.

You took a moment to admire Bradley in the morning sun glow. His dark hair was messy and tousled. Sleep coated his lashes and framed his soulful brown eyes. He sat up and watched you stumble over to your suitcase, the sheets pooling at his waist and revealing his very cut physique.

“Good morning.” His throat was coated with sleep and the roughness of it sent thrills up your spine. You flashed him a quick smile over your shoulder as you hopped into a fresh pair of underwear and pulled on a sports bra.

“Hey, morning.” Leggings and a ratty old t-shirt were your next step. Bradley raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you hurriedly dressed and moved around the room.

“Are you interested in grabbing coffee or breakfast?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, but I have a flight in two hours and I still have to check out and get an Uber to the airport.” Your packing was essentially just tossing things into your suitcase and promising yourself that you would unpack the second you got home.

“Oh, where are you flying to?”

“Home. San Diego. Listen, we don’t have to do this.”

He smirked and leaned back against the headboard. One of his arms came up to rest behind his head and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of all that toned, tan skin.

“What’s ‘this’?” He surrounded the word with air quotes and you rolled your eyes, gesturing between the two of you.

“This. The morning after. The small talk where we both pretend to care. This was just a one time thing. You’re in Virginia, I’m in San Diego. Nothing more is coming out of this. You were great, truly. Thank you for the mind blowing orgasms but I need to check out so that means you’ve gotta go.” You found his undershirt and tossed it at him. Bradley chuckled but he rolled out of the bed. You pointedly ignored him as he strolled across the room to his briefs and slid them on.

You could feel him approach you from behind. Bradley pressed up against your back and ran his lips along your neck before he pressed a kiss just above your pulse.

“Thanks for last night, sweetheart.”

And then he was gone with only the soft click of the door shutting behind him. You shut your eyes as the phantom touch of his lips lingered on your skin. The buzz of an incoming text snapped you out of your lust-filled stupor.

Nat: text me when you get to your gate and when you land. I’ll be there to pick you up.

You: Can we get In N Out on the way back

Nat: you’re the absolute worst. I’m in.

Shutting your suitcase with a sigh, you scanned the room one last time in case you missed something and then headed out the door.

As your plane took off hours later, you barely spared Bradley Bradshaw a second thought.

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Our Love

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

Content: Brief NSFW, Modern AU

Content Warnings: Very brief masturbation (m.), explicit language, kissing, probably more, but the main NSFW is at the beginning

Word Count: 3.2k

Description: Levi and Reader are best friends that work together, live together, eat together—spend most of their time together. Levi is unaware of reader already knowing his feeling towards her, until they spend their day off together.

A/N: I hate writing descriptions, I suck at it. If I could, which I can, I would write ‘just read the fic, please :(‘, but I want to at least hint at what the fic will be about. This one is a little more SFW than the previous ones, but I promise it’s still okay! Anyway, enjoy!!

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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It’s four in the morning, and you can hear his panting and grunting on the other side of the wall. The not-so-quiet mutterings of your name under his breath, haunting your ears as you attempt to not pay attention and fall asleep. You’ve never brought this up to Levi because he’s your best friend and you’re worried it might make your friendship awkward, but it’s like he’s not even trying to be secretive about what he does to himself in the dark.

You hear a loud thump on the wall followed by heavy breathing, and what you recognize as his final moans and whimpers after he finishes. Not that you’ve been in his presence to see the aftermath of him touching himself, but you’ve lived under the same roof as Levi to know that he masturbates regularly. By now you’ve memorized the sounds he makes, and the way he heads to the bathroom right after to clean himself up.

You uncover your ears and poke your head out of the covers when you hear the muffled sound of his door opening. It’s out of respect, not immaturity, that you cover your ears when he touches himself.

You roll over to grab your glass of water from your nightstand, upset when you realize it’s empty. If you get up, you’ll have to face Levi four hours earlier than you’re supposed to, instead of going to sleep to try and forget what you heard. You get up, exiting the room quickly, and prepare yourself incase you run into him as he’s heading out of the bathroom.

You saw the light beneath the door to the bathroom on, as well as the sink running. You assumed that Levi was aggressively scrubbing his hands, as well as reflecting on his actions while staring at his reflection in the mirror.

You continued your journey to quench your thirst, quickly filling your glass again and tip toeing back.

“What are you doing up?” A deep voice startled you, the cup of water shaking in your grasp, spilling water on your shirt and the floor.

“Fucking hell,” you whisper, putting the cup down on the nearest surface. You speed walk to the kitchen, bringing a cloth to dry the water on the floor.

“To answer your question from before, I just needed some water.”

Levi watches as you wipe up the small puddle of water, internally panicked at the sight of you being awake at this time. He doesn’t want you to know that he fantasizes about you on his own.

“Have you been awake the whole time?” His hands fidget slightly, subconsciously.

“Yes, but i’ve been trying to sleep. I can’t.” You stand up, looking at his slightly flustered expression. He can’t look you directly in the eyes, so he opts for checking on the spot you just cleaned.

“Go to bed, Levi. You’re the one who likes waking up at the crack of dawn.” You go back to the kitchen to return the towel, getting more water in the same trip. He’s still standing next to the couch when you come back.

“Goodnight.” You squeeze past him, your shoulder brushing his chest accidentally as you head for your room. You hear him sigh before the door to your room shuts, and he heads into his room right after.

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You wake up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen. You turn to your nightstand to retrieve your phone. It’s eight thirty-five. You got four and a half sad hours of sleep. Regardless of the tiredness you feel, you get up and direct yourself towards the kitchen.

Levi looks like he’s been awake since earlier when you went to get water. His hair is as perfect as ever, not a wisp out of place. He’s dressed for the day as well. You were still in pajamas, and your hair looked like it got caught in the center piece of a washing machine. Levi didn’t miss that, and immediately informed you about it in his own beautiful way.

“You look like battered horse shit.” He served good portions of the food onto two plates, walking them over to the table afterwards.

“Thanks. Good morning to you, too.”

“Coffee, juice, tea, or water?”

“Mmm…juice, please,” you say, rubbing your right eye.

He brings the carton of juice out of the fridge, and a cup from the shelves to the table.

“Eat up.”

It’s great, Levi knows how to cook better than you, and you’ve never once denied it. You let him do all the cooking for a reason, but there’s something spoiling the greatness of the meal. The lack of conversation. Your lack of conversation.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” Levi asks, bringing his teacup to his lips.

“Nothing much. Might just stay in today. Watch a movie in my room or something.” You sink your fork into a strawberry slice, putting it into your mouth.

“Sounds like a shitty way to spend your day off.”

You shrug, continuing to eat, undisturbed.

“Will you at least shower? You have crust all over your eyes and eyelashes, and your hair looks like a destroyed Christmas reef.”

You snicker at the Christmas reef part, smoothing your hair down a little.

“You just ruffled it up more. Finish eating, then worry about your hair.”

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You offered to wash the dishes out of appreciation for him making breakfast, but he told you you stink just so you would let him do it. He knew you would sprint to the bathroom, even if what he said was a lie.

You took your time in the shower, thoroughly washing yourself. Afterwards, you changed into comfy clothes, and went into your room, shutting the door behind you. You have shows and movies to binge for days. If you really wanted to spend the entire day watching TV, you could.

Levi didn’t look for you until he finished reorganizing the kitchen. He put away all the ingredients he used to make breakfast, as well as the utensils after he washed them.

The bathroom was clear of steam and the mirror wasn’t foggy anymore when he finished cleaning the kitchen. If the smell of your shampoo hadn’t lingered, he would not have been convinced that you showered. He knocked on your door, a barely audible “come in” allowing him to enter.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” He asks, holding onto the doorknob and the doorframe.

“Yeah, just watching a show”

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, sharply gauging your reaction.

You lift the blanket, a silent invitation for him to sit next to you.

“Close the door, the AC is on.”

“Yeah, I can tell. It’s freezing in here.” He takes the place you left open for him, pulling the cover over his lap. “What are we watching?”

“This show. I don’t wanna hear your criticism about how the special effects are unrealistic. It’s pretty old, so you can’t expect people to be soaring through the sky with jetpacks and shit.”

“Ooh, potty mouth,” he says, turning to look at you with a surprised look on his face.

You huff, putting your hood up and tightening it so that only your eyes and nose were visible.

Episodes went by, and you both only left the room to use the bathroom or to get snacks and drinks. Levi ended up laying between your legs, with your permission, of course. It gave him a much better view of the screen, according to him, and you didn’t even try to argue with his logic. You got to play with his hair, which he never lets you do. You braided a few locks, but because of how straight his hair is, the short braids fell apart very quickly.

It wasn’t until the screen suddenly went dark that you realized you were dozing off.

“Hey, I was watching that,” you say, looking down at Levi.

“No you weren’t. I just heard you snoring,” he says, using his palms to hold himself up as he sits up and turns to face you.

“I don’t snore,” you defended.

“I see you also drool.” His eyes follow the trail of saliva from the corner of your lips to your chin.

You quickly wipe it off with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Oh, you’re mad?” He notices the wrinkle at the beginning of your brow. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Who pissed on your campfire?”

You sigh, turning onto your side in an attempt to go back to sleep.

“Lay with me,” you say with your eyes shut.

“Huh?” He’s visibly fazed by your statement, his skin warming.

“If you’re not gonna watch TV, I don’t expect you to watch me sleep, so, lay with me,” you repeat.

There he goes obeying you like a trained puppy. He lays next to you, on his side, facing you.

“Tell me something, Levi.” Your voice is gentle, the moment too intimate for anything above a whisper. You realized you won’t be going back to sleep.

“What do you want to know?” He responds, eyes taking in the details of your face. This is a rare opportunity, something only his dreams have seen.

“Anything. How many soulmates have you had in this life so far? Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you think astrology justifies the way people act? Do you have any fears that rattle your bones?”

Maybe he didn’t hear you. He was just looking at you, not saying much, not moving. The way stared into your eyes made you nervous, your stomach doing front and backflips.

“I think i’ve only had one soulmate so far, but then again, I haven’t lived long enough to call that a small number. A soulmate is very much different than lover. I’ve had one lover so far.”

You want more of an explanation, he can see it on your face, and he’s more than willing to explain.

“It’s like, let’s say a lover is someone you hold hands with, kiss, take on dates, share intimate moments with, and you just grow and evolve into more mature people, until you decide to either split or move onto the next milestone—marriage.”

You nod, listening and comprehending everything he’s saying. His words are detailed and brilliant, and they give you insight of the mindset behind those devastatingly grey eyes.

“A soulmate gets all of those things, but it doesn’t end there. Your soulmate should be someone who is and will always be your number one. You will choose this person over everyone else, every single time, intuitively. This person is someone who you wholeheartedly decide is your person. You live to bring mutual happiness to your lives, and you start united journeys with them. One thing you can’t lose in a soulmate is that spark that made you love them so hard in the first place. You’re going to spend forever with this person.”

He’s not even out of breath. Your eyes go wide and glossy with admiration.

“What happened to your lover?”

“We grew apart. It felt like I was falling out of love every day that I was with her. She wanted to get married, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure about wanting to spend the rest of my life with her, so we split up.”

You look at his sad expression. He must have gotten hurt.

“What do you think went wrong?”

He let out a short chuckle. “God, she made me feel like shit. I’ll leave it at that.”

There’s an awkward silence after his response which he breaks immediately.

“What was the next question?” He asks, nonchalantly.

“What the hell, Levi? You’re a fucking poet, you know that?”

“Okay, next question.” He repeats, the tips of his ears tinged with red.

“Fine. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“No.” Such a simple answer to such a thoughtful question.

“Why not?”

“Love at first sight is basically sugarcoated lust. It’s ridiculous to say you love someone without getting to know them. It’s superficial—you only see what’s on the surface, and the attraction doesn’t go deeper than physical appearance. Love won’t sprout until you have deep and meaningful conversations. It would be considered love when knowing how many soulmates the person has had in their life becomes more important than wanting to know the color of their underwear.”

You laugh at the way his expression quickly shifts from knowing to flustered.

“U-Um, what’s the next question?” Pink spreads across his cheeks like a wildfire.

“Do you think astrology justifies the way people act?”

He quickly composes himself, unable to look you in the eyes for a few seconds. “I’m not even gonna get into that. I have nothing to say about the topic.”

“Right on. Last question. Do you have any fears that rattle your bones?” You notice the way he’s a little more serious. “You don’t have to answer this question if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine. Um, I really only have one fear that scares the shit out of me. It may sound stupid, but something about people not answering my text messages or phone calls makes me feel uneasy. Especially, if we were texting smoothly back and forth for a good while, and they suddenly stop responding. Anything could have happened.”

Your face drops from the widened, glossy eyes, to a concerned expression. Your eyebrows are slightly pinched with attentiveness.

“I understand. It’s not stupid at all, Levi. You have a fear of bad things happening to your close ones. It’s reasonable, you���re not always by their side. If it makes you feel any better, you won’t ever have to worry about me,” you smile. “You know I don’t leave the house, but, you make me feel safe while i’m here. You’re like… my knight in comfy clothing.” You chuckle, hitting his arm playfully.

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute,” he mutters.

It’s like the seal that was holding back his feelings for you was torn to shreds. You both reacted the same way, eyes widened, mouths gaped open.

“Huh?” Is the first thing you could think to say.

“Fuck. I-I…no.” He sits up, not ready to have the conversation he’s pushed back for so long.

“It’s fine, Levi. Just talk to me. Like we’ve been doing all along.” You sit up to be leveled with him.

He shakes his head, looking more nervous than you have ever seen him.

“If there were ever a perfect time to tell me something important—something you need to get off your chest, I think now would be the perfect time.” Your hand settles on his knee in an attempt to calm his nerves. The gesture must have loosened something within him, because he broke so easily.

“We live together, we work together, we eat together, we do so many things together, and I caught feelings. It was an accident. I kept it to myself for so long, for the sake of your comfortability. I’m sorry.” His heart is racing. He didn’t expect this conversation to happen so soon.

“I’m fine, Levi. You’ve never once made me feel uncomfortable, and I don’t hate the humanity in you. Like I said just a few minutes ago, you make me feel safe. You’re a battalion all on your own.” You smile kindly at him.

“You can’t do that to me.” He says, scooting forward until his crisscrossed legs meet yours.

“Do what, Levi?”

“Comfort me, touch me, soothe me so easily.”

You swear he’s getting closer and closer, his grey eyes never looking away from you. You yourself begin to feel your heart race, as well. It’s the way his eyes don’t lose contact with yours as he tugs on your hoodie, pulling you abruptly against him, that makes you gasp.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” you tease, adjusting your position on his lap with your hands on his shoulders.

“There’s not an ounce of fear behind my decisions at this moment.” His hands settle on your waist, his pinky grazing the smallest amount of skin not covered by your hoodie.

“Should we be doing this?” You ask as his face comes closer to yours.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” he responds, slyly.

“You don’t scare me,” you say so confidently, your hands trembling as they come up to hold his face.

“Hm, is that so?” He sees the shakiness in your arms and the way your breathing is unsteady.

You nod, your thumbs brushing his cheeks as you admire his beauty.

“Come closer, then. Close this stupid distance between us,” he challenges.

“You first,” you say, deflecting his request.

“Fine by me,” he says, hooking his finger into your hoodie, pulling you into his kiss.

It was like sirens went off, like a gigantic balloon of confetti popped, like the feeling of running into the arms of your favorite person after years of only phone calls and messages.

Levi felt like home, and you would never deprive him of your love after this.

The kiss was innocent, no tongue, and you were totally fine with that. You liked the way his lips felt locked with yours. They were warm, lively, and just a little chapped. It’s Levi, and that’s more than you can ever ask for.

“Your lips are addicting,” he mumbles, threading his fingers into your hair to kiss you harder. He kissed you like he had thought about this for months, maybe even years.

You pulled away, your head spinning from how warm you felt in his grasp.

“No more,” you mumble, melting at the sight of him licking his lips.

“Why not?” He asks, his dilated pupils showing you that he craves more.

“Because we won’t go further than that. Or we shouldn’t. Not yet.” A rush of embarrassment clouds your thoughts.

“We don’t have to go further than kissing. I’m perfectly fine with it. Now, come on,” he leans in again.

You lean back, dodging his lips. “It’s not you i’m worried about.” You felt even more embarrassed about the confession once it left your thoughts.

“What are you talking abou- Wait.” His eyes widen. “Oh.” He suppresses a grin as he watches you progressively get more and more flustered.

“Okay, i’m out.” You get off of his lap and make a beeline for the living room.

“Wait, Y/N. It’s fine.” He followed you into the living room, chasing you wherever you went when he caught you and you walked away again.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We can just lay together like earlier.” He holds your wrist to make sure you won’t run from him again, but you can’t look him in the eyes without blushing furiously.

“Fine.”

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You both laid there comfortably for hours, talking and talking about yourselves like you were making first impressions.

“I can’t believe you stopped our kissing because you couldn’t handle the heat. I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He teases.

You scoff, remembering the night before when he was literally calling out your name as he touched himself.

“Says you. These walls don’t suppress sound for shit, and you’re not as quiet as you think you are, anyway.”

You feel his hold on you go stiff, and he goes silent.

“Got you there, huh? Now we both have things to be flustered about,” you say, proudly.

“You knew this whole time.”

“Of course I did, but I wanted you to work for it. I wanted you to tell me, and you did. I’m glad you did.”

He relaxes, holding you from behind calmly again.

“So am I.”

[oonajaeadira]

What does PATS do during that third hour? Does he ever stay in bed with you? Has he ever accidentally fallen asleep while holding you?

- @lilfanficthings

Oh. Oh my dear friend @lilfanficthings. You want to peek behind the curtain? You’re ready to go there?

*presses her lips together as her face crinkles in the universal “is this really a good idea” expression*

Okay. Deep breath. But as they say, things once seen….

*pulls back the curtain*

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What PATS Does in the Third Hour

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

You’re always so beatific when you’re sated, deliciously relaxed and glowing. He does this to you and he knows it. It’s something he could definitely stare at for an hour...take a lot of pride in...glory in what you've done together....

But you came here for relaxation. The uninterrupted nap helps. He’s good at what he does and he’s going to make sure you get the full treatment.

Sleep-sleeping with you or holding you while you sleep is a hard, uncrossible line. No exceptions.

He’s not your boyfriend. You’re his client. That would cross a boundary of emotional intimacy that was not negotiated in your contact.

He may check in on you during that third hour, if the treatment demands, if he needs to make sure you change positions or you aren’t holding anything too tightly.

But mostly, he cleans you up, he folds your things. He fills out your form.

Then he takes a shower. A long one.

And he thinks that maybe he should cut you loose.

He’s already broken his rule about putting his mouth on you.

That happened in the very first session.

You constantly break through his reserve. You damn near make him lose control.

That in itself is troublesome.

He already sees you more than any other client. He expects you’ll grow tired of the “treatment” or grow past it. Maybe with some new-found confidence you’d attract somebody and get laid in the context of a relationship and opt for a legitimate masseuse for the rest. That you’d quit the service.

It’s happened before. Openings in the schedule happen all the time.

Although, with other clients who’ve quit, it never really bothered him.

You’re not just another client.

Speaking of his other clients, what you don’t know about them could fill a book.

He undresses some of them if they want it, but most of them would rather just shed and get to the table.

A couple of them pay regularly, but throw out the pretenses, skipping the massage or the nap. And he’s okay with that.

He follows the safety, hygiene, and testing rules for all clients, but he usually prefers to wear protection with them; good to have a physical barrier to match the emotional one.

He does not spend much time talking to any of them. He thought that was what he preferred.

He certainly doesn’t fold their clothes.

He absolutely doesn’t kiss them.

None of them glow as brightly as you do when he’s done with them.

How could he close his eyes or fall asleep next to you when you’re the one client who compels him to keep his eyes open the whole time? Who keeps his attention in a vice-like grip?

Sometimes what he does in that third hour while you sleep is weigh his options.

If he were to stay in bed with you…

…he would have to either have to cancel all future appointments for the others…

…or all of yours.

He’s too selfish to give up either.

So he just takes a shower instead. Maybe makes a sandwich. Checks some emails. Tries not to think about it too hard.

When the timer goes off, he grabs his clipboard and goes back upstairs. Wakes you gently. Watches you walk to your car.

And sighs in frustration as you drive off, scowls at the irrepressible thought--nagging a little louder after every new session--that there’s seven more days until he puts hands on you, before he lays you down, before he gives you the best nap of your week, before you bring him to the edge of his control again.

He will spend the next seven days burying himself in anything but you.

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NEXT

SERIES MASTERLIST

[theramseyloft]

Beginner’s housing for a pet pigeon

We can go into the complexities involved in housing multiple pigeons at a later time.

Right now, we’re going to focus primarily on setting up for a single bird who is intended to be a companion animal.

The biggest problem you are going to run into is that the housing commercially available for birds is designed either to display a finch or a parrot.

Finch cages make excellent hospital cages for pigeons, but that is their only useful application.

A Hospital cage needs to be small to discourage the bird from moving around too much and doing anything other than eating and drinking, so that their recovery, be that from disease or injury, can progress with as few delays as possible.

A healthy bird cannot tolerate this degree of confinement for long.

Parrot cages are huge and expensive, but too narrow for a pigeon to be physically able to use.

The bare minimum requirements for any cage a pigeon will be housed in for more than an hour a day is that it be two inches wider than the full wingspan of the bird at the narrowest point, to allow their wings at least an inch of clearance on either side.

They are cliff nesters that don’t roost on branches. Round perches hurt their feet, so they need either flat platforms or square perches.

Pigeons cannot climb the way parrots can. They can only walk or fly, and they cannot comfortably fly if their wings will clip into things like hanging toys or ramps.

So they tend to prefer their enclosure be as uncluttered as possible.

Socialization is best done outside the enclosure, so that’s where most of the toys should be.

Dog kennels set up like this one above are kinder to both the pigeons and the wallets of their care taker than pretty much any indoor bird cage available.

A Labrador sized (usually marketed as a “Large”) kennel will fit bird about homer sized and smaller.

Larger breeds or breeds with longer flight and tail feathers will need a larger size as a base line.

These are very simple to modify.

The nest box is a bunny/ferret corner litter box, about $8-10 at most pet shops. Easy to clean and comfortable.

The perch is a garden stake cut to length, about $5 from the garden center at Walmart or a hardware store like Lowes or home Depot.

Honestly, if I had this to do over, the birds would get a wider, shallower food dish.

Pigeons are ground foragers. It’s easier for them to eat comfortably from a shallow dish than a deep one.

The water dish can be as deep as the pigeon can reach the bottom of.

This is the upper level of a ferret nation Double modified for my first breeding pair of Lucerne waaaay back before my loft was built, when I had a grand total of four breeding pair of pigeons and 16 pairs of Ringneck doves.

This one also has a garden steak cut to fit as a perch.

Their nest box is a large dog bowl full of timothy hay.

Notice that this enclosure has a single hanging bell toy exactly at standing head height for the birds, well out of the way of their wings.

This probably looks unbearably spartan, especially if you come form a parrot back ground.

Remember that pigeons cannot climb and will not fly in a space where their wings may bump into clutter.

The cage for an indoor pet pigeon should serve the same function as the kennel does for an indoor dog:

That is NOT where the dog lives!

At most, it’s where they sleep at night, and where a puppy stays when they can’t be supervised until they’ve learned the house rules.

Pigeons are absolutely smart enough to learn house rules just like a dog or cat.

And pet pigeons are happiest when they have the freedom of motion to exercise, play, and interact with their human flock mates at will.

While they can free fly an entire house, a single bedroom is enough space for most breeds to move around happily.

Pigeon proofing is pretty simple.

They aren’t capable of chewing like parrots, so no need to worry about your electrical chords being damaged and your bird giving them self a nasty shock.

They can’t damage wood or drywall or fabric by chewing.

Pigeons don’t eat plants, but do like the feel of ripping them and will use strips of leaves as nest bedding, so house plants may need to be protected by glass covers.

Things displayed on shelves in the room or rooms the pigeon will have access to need to be heavy enough or well enough wedged in that the bird can’t pull them down if they land awkwardly on them or push them off if they bump into or try to squeeze past them.

Papers need to be stored where they won’t be scattered by the wind that their powerful wings kick up in flight.

Any crevices too high or awkward for you to easily clean need to be blocked some how.

Poop is simple.

The poop of a well fed, healthy pigeon with a good diet should be round and solid enough that it can be easily picked up with a square of toilet paper or a tissue when wet or vacuumed up when dry.

Once you know your bird’s favorite perches, you can make clean up even easier on yourself by laying down puppy pads under them that you can just change out as often as needed.

Once a pigeon has mastered the house rules, you can do away with the cage entirely.

This is the feeding station we set up for Ankhou and Bird-bird.

On the little feed tray for cats were the feeder and waterer with oystershell offered free choice from a dish between them.

Pigeons are one of the very few animals that recognize their reflection in the mirror as a a reflected view of themselves, instead of another bird.

Most like to practice dancing, strutting, their sweeping charge, and bow-cooing in front of mirrors, so those are excellent enrichment for them.

Being cliff nesters, bricks are simply the most comfortable thing for a pigeon to stand on.

Strutting back and forth on the rough surface in front of a mirror will help them keep their claws blunted.

The bricks are holding down a crinkle sack for cats, laid out flat. 

Pigeons love noise stims. Particularly crinkly, jingly, or chiming.

The noise it made made dancing in front of the mirror extra fun on the crinkle mat.

The dead keyboard serves a similar function.

This beans box from Walmart full of straw served as Bird-Bird’s nest box.

She laid eggs fairly regularly, and slept in there most of the time.

Ankhou was a man of simple tastes. 

This baby doll blanket on the nightstand at my bedside was where he slept at night.

Social bird was social and wanted to be as close as possible to us at all times and involved somehow in everything we did.

Pigeons like to take baths, and our free flying pet liked to be offered the opportunity to take one when we showered, but did not like to actually be in the shower with us.

So we got him a little pyrex casserole dish about as long as he was that stayed on the side of the bathtub and made a habit of filling it for him before we got into the shower.

Anhkou didn’t care much for forage pans or puzzle toys, but many pigeons do and they are very simple to make.

A pan or tray with a few fists full of straw, paper strips, sand, or a mix of all three with a high value treat like Safflower seeds sprinkled in to find mimics the way rock doves would forage for seed in the wild.

Puzzle feeders for pigeons are as simple to make as crumpling a sheet of paper with a few high value seeds inside.

Pigeons love crinkly sounds and tugging on the crumpled paper or blowing it around by flapping at it will reward them with a few spilled seeds and a fun noise.

The little wicker balls for kitties with a jingle bell inside complete the holy trinity of stick-texture, shiny, and jingly, and many pigeons love to kick, peck, and toss them.

They like to pick up and shake and toss bread ties with a small jingle bell fastened to the end.

Bird-Bird’s favorite toy was the bell intended to go on a kittens collar. 

She liked to strut around with it holding it by the loop by which it was supposed to fasten and very softly jingling it.

Q-tips with the cotton tips removed and toothpicks with blunted or clipped ends are basically pigeon Legos.

Miniature wind chimes like this little angel and her harp are fun auditory stims too.

If you can swing it (ha!), pigeons enjoy swings, as long as the perch is flat.

Experiment with your birds and see what kind of enrichment they enjoy. ^v^

[alicechess]

Yandere Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) x reader headcannons

Tw: Mention of needles, very brief mention of attempted suicide, drugging and obsessive behaviour

He’d be the type to obsess over you because of some very specific traits. He couldn’t care less over gender or looks, it’s personality in particular he’s more fussy over. Maybe you’re super tidy, or fit his view of a “perfect person.” It would be unlikely for him to find someone that actual was good enough for him, however if you are, well good luck. He’d do anything to make sure you’re his.

One of his fears would be you getting “tainted” by the outside world. He’d prefer he found you without a quirk, but If you did have one he’d immediately erase it. His perfect doll can’t have something so disgusting tainting them, can he?

There’s multiple ways he could’ve met you. Maybe you were one of the people who lived on the streets and needed a way out, so he came to you and recruited you. Maybe you were simply a bystander, or unknowingly helped him.

Instead of outright kidnapping you he’d more likely manipulate you into staying with him. Though as a last resort he probably would.

Once his eye is on you, however, he’d be the type to very slowly break you down. Literally and figuratively. He’s not delusional at all about what he’s doing, besides the obsessive cleanliness. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he just doesn’t care.

His punishments would be brutal, if you did try to escape his grasp then you’d be another victim to his quirk. He’d make you suffer until you’re mentally broken. He wouldn’t want you to be a mindless slave, but damaged just enough so you’re to afraid to try again.

If you somehow did get out, well you wouldn’t be gone long at all. He’s got many people working for him, so he’s got eyes all over the country. When he does inevitably find you he’d do his best to clean you of all the “filth” that has contaminated you. He’d scrub you to the point you were in absolute agony, the water would be painfully hot. You’d be in tears once he’s finished cleaning you. It would take a while before you could move without being in pain. The burns would take at least a week for them to properly heal.

After cleaning you, he’d damage your legs so you can’t walk again for at least a few months. You’d be completely dependent on him.

If you begged him to stop, he’d berate you and be condescending. Telling you how it’s all your fault and if you just listened then none of this would’ve happened.

He’d keep you locked away in the building in one of the cleanest places. Everything that’d be given to you would be perfect under his standards. All the food he’d give would have to be from only the best as he wouldn’t want to risk you getting ill. He wouldn’t want you to be too miserable, so he’d allow you to have some things to do while you’re staying with him. However they’d have to be cleaned before even entering your room.

He’d check you regularly for anything as he’d want to make sure you’re in perfect health. He’d make you take blood tests regularly and give you multivitamins. If you can’t sleep then he’d feed you sleeping pills. Your room would be filled with medical equipment, however you wouldn’t be allowed to access these as he wouldn’t want you to try anything that he wouldn’t like. Aka hurting yourself or the workers.

If you tried to fight your way out then he’d literally just drug or just sedate you to keep you calm. He’d pretty much use whatevers out there to make you the way he wants you to feel or act.

He’s one of the harshest yanderes out there, he’d literally degrade you until you’re hit perfect doll.

[luxaofhesperides]

stealing clothes

college au ft. domestic joongdok. i am so predictable.

also on ao3.

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Kim Dokja is extremely lucky to have Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate. Not just because Yoo Joonghyuk is the campus heartthrob and Kim Dokja is the one who gets to see him everyday, and not because Yoo Joonghyuk is the perfect house husband, cleaning and cooking because he banned Kim Dokja from doing both. 

While both those things are nice, the best part about having Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate is stealing his shirts. 

Not to do anything weird! They’re just… comfortable.

He even got permission! For the first few, at least. 

It all starts because Yoo Joonghyuk was going to throw out perfectly good shirts that have been worn and washed enough to become soft, the type of softness that even the most high quality shirts can’t capture. They weren’t dirty, or torn, just old. So Kim Dokja protests this and tries to get Yoo Joonghyuk to keep them, only for him to scowl and throw the shirts at him.

“You keep them then,” he said, then left. And Kim Dokja did. 

He’s well aware that wearing his hot roommate’s shirts might be (is) weird, so he only wears them on long nights when he needs some extra comfort to get him through his last assignments, or when Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t home. He never wears them when Yoo Joonghyuk might see. He’d rather die. 

And because his wonderful roommate is out for the night, no doubt at a party celebrating his latest gaming tournament win, Kim Dokja is settled in for a long night of reading, curled up on the couch in one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s old shirts. It’s long enough to reach down past his thighs, so he doesn’t bother wearing pants, and a blanket over his shoulders helps with the chill his exposed collarbones bring. 

The apartment is quiet, most people out or sleeping, and the latest update of his favorite web novel is a long one. And should he get hungry, there’s dinner in the fridge, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk who is very determined to get Kim Dokja eating more regularly. 

It’s been too long since he was able to be so relaxed and comfortable. No urgent deadlines, no projects to stress about, no tests in the near future hanging over his head like a guillotine. 

He’s so comfortable that halfway through the chapter he’s reading, Kim Dokja begins nodding off. The living room is gradually getting darker as the sun begins to set, and he sees no reason why he shouldn’t take a nap; his sleep schedule is fucked anyways, a little rest won’t hurt him at all.

The sound of the door opening rouses him. 

Distantly, Kim Dokja hears a lock click and a heavy sigh, but half-awake, he can’t be sure if it’s real or part of a dream. 

He opens sleep-heavy eyes to a dark living room; he must have been sleeping for a few hours, long enough for the sun to fully set and the moon to shine brightly. His entire body feels heavy and slow. 

Slowly, Kim Dokja sits up, the blanket falling off his shoulders to pool around his hips. He stretches his arms up above his head, arching his spine a bit, drawing out the stretch as he shakes off the last of his nap. 

Behind him, someone chokes. 

Startled, Kim Dokja drops his arms and turns to see Yoo Joonghyuk standing in front of the hallway, staring at him with wide eyes. He’s… shirtless. Kim Dokja quickly looks away. 

“When did you get back?” he asks, trying to break the strange tension that suddenly fills the apartment.

Yoo Joonghyuk is silent for a few moments before Kim Dokja hears him step closer. “Just a few minutes ago. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Is it late?”

The light turns on suddenly and Kim Dokja winces, blinking to clear the spots from his vision. 

“It’s only nine.” 

Huh. He wasn’t asleep for too long then. He feels the couch dip and looks up to see Yoo Joonghyuk sitting right next to him instead of anywhere else on their rather large couch. He’s staring at Kim Dokja’s chest, which makes him shift uncomfortably. 

He glances down to see what has Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention. There’s no stains or anything…

Then his heart stops for a solid minute. He’s wearing Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt. And Yoo Joonghyuk knows it’s his old shirt because it’s way too big for Kim Dokja! 

Please don’t bring it up, Kim Dokja mentally begs, trying to send the plea into Yoo Joonghyuk’s head. 

“Isn’t that one of my old shirts?” he asks. Telepathy has failed. Kim Dokja changes to Plan B which is Fake His Death And Start A New Life. 

“Uh. Yeah. You gave it to me,” Kim Dokja answers, hoping Yoo Joonghyuk won’t think he’s weird and kick him out. He’s not willing to give up the best roommate he’s ever had! He just can’t go back to living with the worst people in existence, who treat him horribly and steal his things. He just can’t. 

“I’ve never seen you wear them,” Yoo Joonghyuk says instead of demanding that Kim Dokja move out. 

“I don’t wear them often.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes dart farther down. “You’re also not wearing pants.”

Kim Dokja pulls the blanket over his legs and tries to pretend Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t just say that. “Well, you’re not wearing a shirt! You’re only wearing…” he trails off, finally letting himself look at Yoo Joonghyuk. Those sweatpants look familiar. They look just like the ones he thought he lost months ago. “...Isn’t that mine?”

“...Our laundry must have gotten mixed up.”

That’s a lie. Yoo Joonghyuk is not one to mix up their laundry. They’ve never accidentally taken each other’s clothes. 

Kim Dokja smiles and Yoo Joonghyuk looks away, his ears turning red. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he says sweetly in a way that Yoo Joonghyuk knows is a threat.

“I don’t see why I can’t have some of your clothes if you have mine.”

“My clothes don’t fit you! And besides, isn’t it strange for us to be sharing clothes?”

“No. You should wear my clothes more often. You look good in them.”

Kim Dokja has no response to that. He freezes, then ducks his head, trying to hide his quickly warming cheeks. 

Yoo Joonghyuk, the bastard that he is, doesn’t let Kim Dokja hide. He wraps an arm around Kim Dokja’s waist and pulls him closer, hard enough to send him falling against his side. “Stop being so shy and wear my shirts while I’m around.”

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“I got bored and left early. I prefer being here with you.”

“Don’t think sweet talking is going to make me forget about you stealing my sweatpants.”

“Oh?” Yoo Joonghyuk runs a large hand down Kim Dokja’s spine, making him shiver. “What should I do then?”

“Nothing!” Kim Dokja hits his chest, but makes no moves to put any space between them. He is not going to be thinking about why. “Anyways, aren’t you tired? You should go to sleep since you spent hours at that tournament. Congratulations on another win, by the way.”

Smiling, Yoo Joonghyuk leans closer, forcing Kim Dokja to bend back a bit, putting more of his weight on Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm. “You were watching?”

“I always watch when you compete. What’s the point of having a popular gamer for a roommate if I can’t brag about him?”

Without another word, Yoo Joonghyuk collapses on top of him, crushing him against the couch.

“Hey!” Kim Dokja flails, then smacks Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. “What’s that for!”

“You’re right, I am tired.”

“Then go to bed!” 

Yoo Joonghyuk tightens his grip on Kim Dokja’s waist, then nuzzles into his neck. The feeling of his hair brushing against his neck makes Kim Dokja shiver, not quite tickling him but just enough to have the sensation send sparks down his spine. 

He sighs softly, and feeling it against his skin brings a deep blush to Kim Dokja’s cheeks. “I’d prefer to stay here for the night,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Kim Dokja grumbles about being squished beneath the heavy weight of his body, but ultimately decides to indulge himself and stay. 

They stay like that, sleeping on the couch, all through the night. They both wake with stiff necks in the morning, but Kim Dokja doesn’t mind at all when it lets him stay in Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace a little longer.

Things change after that. 

Kim Dokja wouldn’t call them friends, per se. Not before That Night. Roommates, yes. Acquaintances who get along well, yes. Friends? No. 

But now, he’s not too sure what to call their relationship. They live together so they have to spend some time together, but school keeps them both busy and Kim Dokja often spends his time at the library with Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah while Yoo Joonghyuk streams and goes to tournaments. 

It’s more accurate to say they exist in the same space, than to say that they spend time together. 

They get along well enough, which is why they’ve renewed their lease together for another year, but somehow, after That Night Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly… sticky.

He’s constantly making food for them. More so than before. He asks for Kim Dokja’s preferences instead of just silently handing him a plate?

Kim Dokja stares at the box of pasta in his hands. He doesn’t understand why he’s grocery shopping with Yoo Joonghyuk, but he’s gone with it for too long and can’t ask any questions now.

“Did you want pasta?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, appearing behind him without warning. Kim Dokja jumps a little, then glares at him, annoyed by how amused he looks.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I can just buy instant noodles.”

Scowling, Yoo Joonghyuk grabs the box of pasta from his hands and adds it to the cart. “Absolutely not. I’ll make noodles for you later.”

“You can make noodles from scratch?”

“It’s not hard.”

Kim Dokja would marry Yoo Joonghyuk right that very second if asked. He also doesn’t understand why Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly spoiling him, but he’s not going to question a good thing. He’s going to get as much as he can out of this, because who knows when it will end?

So he bumps his hip against Yoo Joonghyuk’s with a smile as they walk down the aisle, and asks, “Can we get ice cream?”

Yoo Joonghyuk does not answer for a long minute, then glances at Kim Dokja’s hopeful expression and sighs. “Fine.”

He really is getting spoiled.

Kim Dokja fully intends to use this knowledge for evil.

Another thing that’s changed: clothes. 

Since Kim Dokja didn’t complain enough about his sweatpants being stolen before he fell asleep, Yoo Joonghyuk decided he could just take Kim Dokja’s most comfortable sweatpants and wear them whenever he wants. So what if he looks really good! They’re still Kim Dokja’s and he will hold this grudge for as long as he needs to. 

He intends to steal more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts as revenge, except he doesn’t need to steal anything. Because Yoo Joonghyuk just leaves his shirts in Kim Dokja’s room. So he wears them and tries not to get flustered when Yoo Joonghyuk stares at him each time he walks out of his room wearing something Yoo Joonghyuk left him. 

It’s a losing battle.

On the bright side, he no longer has to hide it. It’s still embarrassing, but he’s getting more and more used to lounging in the living room in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts. 

The hungry look Yoo Joonghyuk gives him is also nice to see. 

Kim Dokja may be the king of denial, but even he can’t lie to himself with how obvious Yoo Joonghyuk is being. Nor can he pretend that he isn’t doing this for that exact reason, or spending more time at the apartment to be with him. 

They’re both pushing in little ways, but it’s not enough for him to be willing to push their relationship out of the cloud of ambiguity its currently in. 

Before he knows it, half his closet is Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothes, and he has to go to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room to grab a pair of sweatpants to study in because all of them got stolen. The rude bastard really has no shame. 

“Why don’t we just keep our clothes in the same room?” Yoo Joonghyuk suggests after Kim Dokja complains to him about this. 

“Whose room?”

“Mine. Just take all your things into my room. I’ll make space for you.”

And so Kim Dokja suddenly finds himself sharing a room with Yoo Joonghyuk. And then sharing a bed. And then waking up with him to his absurdly early alarm. 

They’re not dating, and he says as much to Han Sooyoung when talking about this; she just rolls her eyes and calls him and idiot for not realizing what’s going on. 

She has absolutely no room to talk, being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Yoo Sangah instead of just asking her out on a date like normal people would. 

They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja leans into him when they watch a movie together after rejecting a party invite. They’re not dating, but Yoo Joonghyuk kisses his cheek each morning before he gets up to make breakfast. They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja will settle into Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap while wearing nothing but one of his shirts to finish a reading for one of his classes. 

They’re not dating, but he certainly wants to. 

However, Kim Dokja would sooner pass away then actually talk about his feelings, so he bottles it up, greedily hoards all the affection he gets from Yoo Joonghyuk, and hopes he makes his move soon because Kim Dokja is starting to get impatient.

In the meantime, he’ll steal another shirt and pretend he didn’t do it on purpose just to get Yoo Joonghyuk to look at him. 

[demonicheadcanons]

Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re  cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

[watchmegetobsessed]

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Three (Harry Styles)

a/n: part 3 wohoo! thank you so much for all the love you’ve been showing the series, it keeps me going and writing more and more! originally i thought it would turn out to be about three parts, but it has outgrown that limit so i added two more parts to the masterpost, that’s for sure is gonna happen but i might even add more?! not sure, im still in the writing process so i can’t tell how long it’s going to turn out to be, but this just means even more content for you guys!

as always, feedback is very much appreciated, please make sure to share your thoughts and comments on the part, it’s such a huge boost for writers to read what you thought!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

word count: 11.4k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

When you were working at the daycare you couldn’t focus on photography as much as you would have liked to. You often had to stay in for extra hours, wait until the last kid was picked up and then do paperwork, or change the decoration in your room or whatever Clair asked you to do that day. By the time you got home you just wanted to take a bath and fall into bed. You also had to travel 40 minutes to work which took away a lot of time from your day.

Working for Harry helped you immensely with focusing more on your passion. Even on his worse days he got home by six and since your workplace is your home, you don’t even have to drive forty minutes to enjoy the comfort of your home, you just walk up the stairs to your room and that’s it.

In addition, taking care of Izzy, you still have the chance to work on some editing or snap new pictures. You have time off when she has her classes and when you put her down for her nap. The best thing is that Izzy is quite interested in photography, she gets very interested whenever she sees you bring out one of your cameras and she always lets you take pictures of her, posing and goofing around. The folder on your computer that has her name is growing each day with more and more sweet photos of the little girl that has completely stolen your heart. You’ve been regularly getting your favorites shots of her printed and you always leave them on Harry’s desk so when he gets home he sees them and they make him forget about whatever happened at work that day.

You are getting more and more emails about possible sessions and slowly but surely, your weekends start to fill up with weddings, birthday parties and engagement photoshoots. It seems like you have definitely made the right choice when you took this job. No doubts.

“Can I ask a question, daddy?” Izzy is poking the peas around on her plate as the four of you sit at the dining table at dinner. Ruth has joined you today, because Harry had to make a quick trip to his office in the afternoon and you were out shopping with Trevor today.

“Sure, baby,” Harry hums nodding.

“Why don’t you eat meat?” she asks seriously, eyeing her own plate that has some chicken on it, while Harry’s is only stacked with veggies and potatoes.

“Because I decided that I won’t want to.”

“Can I decide that too?”

“You’re a little too young for that, baby. You need the meat to grow big. When you’re older you can think about what kind of things you want to and don’t want to eat.”

“Okay,” she nods without throwing a tantrum about her dad telling her no. You know quite a few kids who would have flipped over it, but not Izzy. Harry might not even realize how good of a job he is doing raising her and teaching her how to be a good human.

“I have another question,” she announces, glancing up at Harry.

“Go ahead.”

“If you don’t eat meat, does that make you an herbivore?”

You can’t push down a chuckle, you were not expecting this. Your eyes meet Ruth’s over the table, she is enjoying this conversation just as much as you do. It’s cute how Izzy put two and two together and made a seemingly logical conclusion.

“We learned about herbivore dinosaurs this week,” you inform Harry, who is a little lost about why his daughter just called him an herbivore. Also, you’re quite impressed that she remembered the word, though she struggled with it at first, but it seems like it finally stuck.

Harry shakes his head chuckling as he sets his fork down, looking over at Izzy.

“In a way I should be called an herbivore, but that’s not what you call people who don’t eat meat. I’m a vegetarian.”

“Oh, okay,” she nods, wrapping up the information in her head as she keeps eating.

You and Ruth clean up after dinner while Harry gives Izzy a bath, a little earlier than usually, because she spilled apple juice on herself, so he decided to just go straight for the bath instead of changing once more before bedtime.

“Will you be fine with putting these away, Darling?” Ruth asks as you’re drying the last few dishes.

“Sure! I’ll take care of it,” you smile back at her as she nods and heads into the living room.

Harry emerges from upstairs with a freshly cleaned Izzy on his arms. As soon as her little feet touch the floor she bolts over to join Ruth in front of the TV while Harry walks into the kitchen just as you put the last dish away.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” he starts and suddenly, you feel your stomach drop, especially because his face seems very serious.

“Oh God, what did I do?” you ask, feeling yourself panicking already.

“Nothing! It’s not like that!” he chuckles softly, realizing you kind of misunderstood the situation.

“Okay, good. Sorry, you just looked so serious.”

“Sorry, I was just… thinking. So two friends of mine that I work together with also are getting married soon. They had a photographer booked already, but the guy cancelled on them and, um, I hope you don’t mind, but I recommended you to them.”

“Really?” you ask in complete surprise.

“Yeah. Actually, they saw a picture of Izzy that you took in my office and we started talking about how you do photoshoots in your free time and then I told them to ask if you’d be up to do their wedding as well.”

“Wow, that’s really nice of you, Harry. Thank you!”

“I gave them your number, they’ll probably call you sometime next week or so.”

“Great!” you beam, excited about the new event you can work at. “I hope they’ll want to work with me.”

“I kind of hyped you up for them and they seemed very pleased with the pictures I showed them, so I’m sure they will want to,” Harry chuckles softly, even blushing a little. It always amazes you how a tall, muscular guy with so many tattoos can be such a soft, caring and loving person. It always reminds you not to judge the book by its cover.

“Thank you, Harry. This means a lot to me.” Reaching over you place your hand on his arm and give it a gentle squeeze before moving past him to join Ruth and Izzy in the living room.

Harry was right about Sarah and Mitch being all excited to get in contact with you, because they don’t even wait for the next week to reach out. Sunday afternoon you are working on some more editing at the dining table while Harry and Izzy are painting on the other end of the table, busy with their masterpieces when your phone starts ringing, an unknown number shown on the screen.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answer it, leaning back in your seat.

“Y/N, hi! My name is Sarah Jones, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time, Harry gave me your number this week.”

“Oh! Sarah, yeah! So nice to talk to you!” you beam and Harry’s eyes snap up to you at the mentioning of the familiar name. “Harry mentioned you’d reach out and don’t worry, I’m happy to chat.”

“That’s great. I wanted to wait until Monday, but truth is that we are kind of in a short of time and I was afraid you’d be already busy for our date, so I wanted to call you as soon as possible.”

“No worries.”

“So first and foremost, I’m gonna ask if you have anything planned on the last weekend of May. I know it’s just in a few weeks, but I really hope we can work it out.”

“Let me pull up my calendar,” you tell her as you open up the app on your computer that you use to keep track with your sessions and events. Finding the weekend in question in it, you smile at the empty space. “Good news, seems like I’m free that weekend.”

“Oh thank God!” she breathes out in relief and you let out a chuckle. “That’s so amazing. So then would it be possible to meet up sometime next week? You could show some more works of yours and we can discuss more details, how does that sound?”

“This week? Well I have to work—“ you start, but Harry cuts you off.

“Come into the office tomorrow morning.” “What?”

“Put her on speaker,” he smiles nodding towards your phone and you do as he asked, setting it to the table with Sarah on speaker. “Hey Sarah!”

“Harry, hi!”

“Aunt Sarah?” Izzy’s ears perk up, some pink paint on her cheeks that you have no idea how it got there, because her painting doesn’t even have any pink in it.

“Hi Izzy! So good to hear your voice!” she chuckles through the phone.

“Sarah, you’re gonna be at the studio Monday morning, right?” Harry asks and you can’t not notice how his voice changed the slightest bit as soon as he started talking about business.

“Yeah and Mitch is coming too,” she confirms.

“Okay then how about you come in tomorrow morning, Y/N?”

“But what about Izzy?”

“She can come too. I’ll look after her while you discuss the details, it’s no big deal. It’s been a while since the last time she came to work with me,” he smirks over at the little girl, who is already excited to spend some more time with her daddy at his workplace.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling.

“Thank you, well then I’m okay with tomorrow if it’s fine for you as well, Sarah.”

“That would be perfect! Thank you guys both, Mitch and I really appreciate it.”

“No worries,” Harry nods, going back to his painting. You take Sarah off the phone as you say your goodbye before ending the call.

You start Monday off with some extra excitement. Not just because you are about to get booked for another event, but also because it’s going to be the first time you see Harry at his workplace. He has been quite good at keeping his business separated from his private life, it never really happens that you catch him dwell about anything work related whenever he is home and around Izzy. The phone call with Sarah was like a tiny glimpse of what he might be like when he is in work mode and you’re kind of curious to see more of this side of him.

Just as usual, Harry takes care of Izzy in the morning while you get ready on your own. You want to look good, not only are you going to meet more of his friends, but people he works with. Or should you say, people who work for him.

You choose a light pink dress, throwing a white knitted sweater over your shoulders with a pair of ballerinas. After putting on some light makeup and grabbing your purse and laptop you head downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. Izzy is already sitting at the table, still in her pajamas since her and food are a dangerous combination and Harry always makes sure to get her dressed once she is away from all of that.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” she beams, her legs dangling from the chair as she digs into her oatmeal. Harry appears from the kitchen and he has the same look on his face like when he saw you leave for that wedding a while ago. A blush paints his cheeks as he slows his steps down, his eyes running down on the length of your body before they return to your face.

“Izzy is right, you look… really pretty, Y/N,” he compliments into your face, unlike last time when you only heard him call you pretty when he thought you were long gone.

“Thank you,” you breathe out with a soft chuckle.

The morning carries on as usual, Harry dresses Izzy for the day and then you all head out, however you stop short upon seeing the various cars parked on the driveway and the double garage.

“Maybe take the Rover, it’s got the child seat in it and I’ll take the Jaguar today,” Harry suggests as he hands you over the keys to the Rover and then nears the car he is taking for the day.

“Oh yeah, you just take the Jaguar, boss,” you chuckle under your breath, finding it a little funny that deciding on which car you’re taking for the day is even a question in someone else’s life.

Izzy sings along the radio as you follow Harry’s car into the label’s building. Of course, it’s not just some simple office building, it’s situated in the riches area of the city and the building is massive with loads of floors and a huge HES Records sign above the entrance where you meet Harry after parking down.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles! Hello, Izzy!” the woman behind the front desk smiles widely immediately, standing up from her chair to hand Harry a stack of envelopes. “Your post, sir.”

“Thank you, Veronica. Have a nice day,” Harry nods in her way as the three of you move through the hall to the elevators. Waiting for it to arrive, you glance at the board on the wall that lists everything you can find in the building and the level you should look for it at. There are endless amount of studios, at least three on each levels, offices, creative rooms and conference rooms. It’s pretty clear that HES Records manages a lot of talents and that requires a lot of space.

Arriving to the twentieth floor, which is of course the top of the building, you are in awe as you realize that the whole floor is basically Harry’s office. There’s a kind of hall area for his two assistants, he has his own conference room, his kitchen and dining area and of course, his office space. The whole place screams power and influence. The modern design of the interior makes it such a fancy work space not just for him, but for everyone else in the building. It’s truly impressive.

“Wow, Harry. This place is… amazing,” you breathe out as he walks the two of you into the conference room where Izzy immediately climbs up to one of the chairs, standing up so she can lean onto the table. Harry walks behind her and adjusts her so she just sits before she could fall off.

“Thank you. I really like this place too. I always thought it’s important to have a great place to work at,” he smiles, clearly proud of how far his business has come. “There’s a mini fridge over there, feel free to take anything you’d like. Sarah texted me on the way here that they’ll be here shortly.”

“Great, thank you,” you nod, taking a seat next to Izzy as you set your laptop up. The glass door of the room opens and one of the assistants peeks inside.

“Mr. Styles, Mrs. Wonstein is on the phone asking for you.”

“Oh, alright, give me a minute and I’ll take it.” The assistant nods and walks out. “Izzy, come with daddy a little, alright? Let Y/N do her thing.” “She can stay, if you want. I can look after her,” you tell him, but he shakes his head as Izzy climbs off the chair and running over to him, she takes his hand.

“No, just focus on this one. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Harry,” you smile with gratitude as the two of them walk out, leaving you alone. You start scrolling through your folders, wondering which photos you should show Sarah and Mitch, picking out some of your favorites while you wait for them, though they don’t take too long to arrive. Soon enough the glass door opens and the lovely couple walks in.

“Y/N! Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Sarah greets you, wrapping you in a warm hug before stepping aside.

“Hi, I’m Mitch, nice to meet you,” the groom-to-be smiles shyly as he pulls you in for a short hug as well.

“Good to meet you guys too,” you smile back at them as you all sit to the table.

“Thank you so much for meeting us in such a short notice. Our photographer bailed out on us and I was starting to really worry when Harry mentioned that you are doing this kind of stuff in your free time,” Sarah explains.

“No worries. Would you like to go over some of my previous works?” you offer and they both nod in excitement before you start clicking through some old projects.

They share their vision for the whole wedding and the kind of pictures they would like and you like their approach and feel like it’s right up your alley. They both seem to like what you show them and Sarah compliments on how well you are able to catch small, but important moments.

“The wedding won’t be too big, just friends and family, but we do want a lot of memories, it means a lot to us,” Sarah explains and you nod, noting everything she says.

“Harry said you like this oldschool kind of vibe in your pictures,” Mitch chimes in.

“Oh, yeah. I like to make them look like they weren’t taken on a digital sometimes.”

“Do you think you can make some of those for us as well? Not all of them, just a couple,” Sarah asks.

“Sure! It’s more about the editing process, but it’s totally doable.”

You go over a few more things, making sure you’re on the same page, but you feel like things are working out perfectly. Though you guessed they would be great people, it’s still nice to work with such a nice and professional couple. You’ve had some crazy ones before, they definitely don’t make the job easy on you, but it’s not the case right now.

“Okay, so are you sure the date is okay for you? We wouldn’t want you to cancel on anything you had before just because we are Harry’s friends,” Mitch assures you, but you give them a warm smile.

“I’m totally free, don’t worry. Harry doesn’t have that kind of advantage here,” you chuckle softly.

“Thank you so much in this case. You’re truly a lifesaver,” Sarah breathes out in relief.

“Thank you for the trust. I’m really looking forward to working with you guys!”

Finishing up the meeting you pack up, chatting a little out of the business talk with Sarah and Mitch as you head over to Harry’s office.

“Hey! How did it go?” Harry asks as soon as the three of you walk in. Izzy is sitting at his desk, like a little boss, coloring something as he is sitting on the corner of the desk.

“Amazing, we owe you one for suggesting her,” Sarah sighs and you can’t help but just chuckle at how thankful she really is that you could help them out.

“You owe me no more than just one dance at the wedding,” Harry smiles at her.

“Can I dance too?” Izzy’s head perks up.

“Oh baby, you’re not coming to the wedding. You’ll be staying with Grandma, I already told you.” Izzy pouts at her dad, but she doesn’t seem to mind it that much, she quickly goes back to coloring.

“We’ll dance some other time, okay?” Sarah offers her and she nods happily.

“Can I dance with Uncle Mitch too?” she questions and Mitch just smiles down at her.

“Of course,” he hums, curling an arm around Sarah’s waist. “I have a meeting in ten so I’ll head out, I’m gonna pick James up in the afternoon, alright?” He kisses Sarah’s temple before pulling Harry into a brotherly hug. “Y/N, it was so nice to meet you and thank you for everything again,” he smiles at you, enveloping you in a quick hug as well.

“See you soon,” you smile back before he waves his last goodbye and leaves. “Who’s James?” you ask curiously.

“James is our son. He is turning three this year,” Sarah beams proudly.

“Oh! You two already have a son, that’s great! I’ll make sure to snap a bunch of photos of him too,” you chuckle.

“Please, our house is already packed with pictures, but there’s just never enough,” Sarah laughs.

The three of you chat a little longer while Izzy is busy with her coloring, talking about the wedding and whatnot, Harry invites her and Mitch over for dinner sometime and she happily says yes before business is calling her so she heads out as well.

“Okay, come one, little Sunshine. Let’s get home, Rosaline will be over soon for your piano lesson,” you smile down at Izzy who throws all her coloring stuff into one of Harry’s drawers before hopping off the leather seat.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon, okay?” Harry leans down and kisses the top of her head before pressing his lips to her cheek as well.

“Bye daddy, have a good day!” she calls out, grabbing your hand as you head to the door, Harry following behind.

“Mr. Styles, you have a meeting in five with—“ one of the assistants speaks up, but Harry stops her.

“I know, tell him I’ll be down in a minute. And please call Isaac to remind him about his deadline tomorrow,” he asks in that voice again you heard yesterday when Sarah called. There’s just something so intimidating yet exciting in the way he bosses around, but not like an asshole. He is a man in power, but he surely knows how to use it for the good.

“I forgot to talk to you about the time Izzy is spending at my mum’s, please remind me to go over it with you tonight, alright?” Harry asks and you nod as the elevator’s door opens and the two of you walk in.

“Bye daddy!” Izzy waves at him.

“Bye baby, be good! Bye Y/N!” he smiles as the door starts to close.

“See you later,” you smile back before he disappears from your sight.

The meeting with Sarah and Mitch got you buzzing, because it’s gonna be such an intimate yet beautiful wedding and those are your favorite. You can’t wait to start snapping the pictures and make their memories last forever of their big day.

You want to say thank you to Harry for suggesting you to them, so while Izzy is with Rosaline, you make a quick round to the grocery store and get everything you need to make some cupcakes, knowing well Harry loves those. He once told you that he could easily eat a dozen of those if he had the chance, so you think it’s gonna be the perfect way to thank him.

You keep the usual schedule, but after your little learning session in the afternoon, instead of heading out to the backyard to play, you suggest you bake the cupcakes together and Izzy is more than happy to help you.

It doesn’t take long for the kitchen to turn into a warzone, ingredients spilled to the counter all over the place, some music is playing in the background and you’ve been struggling to figure out how to use the different machines around the super modern kitchen.

You go all out with the decorations, you even bought some food coloring so you can make the cupcakes different colors and mess around with the icing and cream as well. You get so busy with the task on hand that time flies by faster than you expected. The two of you are still working on the decorating when the front door opens and Harry walks into the mess you’ve created in the past hours.

“What is doing on here?” he chuckles, seeing Izzy’s hair covered in flour, whipped cream on her nose and cheeks as she is throwing some sprinkles on one of the cupcakes, sitting on the kitchen island counter while you are finishing up another one.

“Oh! I wanted it to be a surprise!” you pout. “Izzy and I are making you cupcakes!”

“Why do I deserve a surprise?” he asks smirking, walking farther into the kitchen as he looks around, finding the mess quite amusing, rather than annoying. Harry knows well enough that it’s not easy to keep the place around you clean when there are kids involved in any process.

“I wanted to thank you for suggesting me to Sarah and Mitch. It was really nice of you.”

“Already told you it was nothing. Of course I suggest them a good photographer if I know one.”

You just smile at him shrugging, because no matter how hard he is trying to play it down, it meant a lot to you.

“Look daddy!” Izzy holds up her cupcake, half of it is covered with sprinkles, the other half is decorated with chocolate chips and she is clearly proud of it.

“That looks great, baby!” he smiles proudly, kissing the top of her head. “You have so much stuff on you, you could easily turn into a cupcake too,” he jokes, making her laugh.

“Be a cupcake with me, daddy!” Izzy beams and before Harry could stop her, she wipes some whipped cream to his face, getting him dirty as well. You gasp before letting out a laugh, Izzy shrieks happily seeing her dad all dressed up fancily and licking the cream off his face.

“Isabelle Styles, you have no idea what you just brought on yourself,” he warns in a low tone, already making Izzy scoot backwards as she is trying to escape, but she doesn’t have anywhere to go, the kitchen island’s edge is right behind her butt. However, she doesn’t realize it and tries to push herself back some more, deeming herself to fall right off, but before anything could happen Harry scoops her into his arms, pressing his creamy face to her cheek, making an even bigger mess that’s already there. Izzy is moving around, laughing and screaming as Harry gets some more cream to his hands, wiping it onto her anywhere he can.

“Oh my God, you are wasting all the cream!” you call him out, but it’s such a sweet moment to witness, you would never blame him for wasting it.

Harry stops attacking Izzy and turns to you with a dark look in his eyes.

“Izzy, I think Y/N looks too clean, doesn’t she?” he cocks his head to the side, exchanging a look with the girl in his arms.

“She does!” Izzy agrees as you start backing away from them. Harry sets Izzy down to her feet, grabbing the bowl with the remaining of the cream. He gets a handful for himself and lets Izzy fill her palms as well.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” you warn them, holding up your pointing finger at them, trying to escape, but you are kind of cornered against the counter.

“It’s my house, I do whatever I want to,” he smirks, so full of himself and in a blink of the eye, they both launch themselves at you and Hell breaks loose.

They start whipping cream on you anywhere they can and when it’s gone, Harry just decides to go for anything else he can reach. Izzy is throwing sprinkles around while thanks to Harry, flour is flying everywhere, completely destroying the kitchen.

“Stop! No! I surrender!” you scream, fighting back, but it’s two against one.

“No mercy!” Harry shouts, so excited, as if he just transformed into a little boy, throwing mud around.

You grab his wrists when he tries to pour sugar on top of your head straight from the contained, holding him back, but he is so much stronger than you, it’s kind of a lost fight already. You don’t even realize how close he is, your chests are almost touching as he has you pinned against the counter, faces only about two inches away from each other. His wrist slides out of your hold, but he drops the sugar to the counter next to you. You try to snatch it to use his own weapon against him, but he is quick to stop you, forcing your hand down next to your side, but in the process he managed to bring you even closer, flushed against his hard chest and your lips part at the sudden mood change that he must be feeling as well, because the playfulness disappears from his eyes pretty fast and it’s replaced by something entirely different, something you can’t even read, because you haven’t seen it in his eyes before. And then…

Then you see his eyes flicker down to your lips, just a moment before yours move down to his. It’s that moment. It’s that exact moment when you just know you both are thinking about kissing, but you don’t know if it’s going to happen or now. You’re not even sure you want it to happen.

You fucking moron, of course you want to kiss him! That tiny voice in the back of your mind screams at you. In a heartbeat, it seems like he is about to move closer, but then the moment is interrupted and completely destroyed when a woman walks into the house, scaring you to death.

“Wow, it seems like Izzy took over control completely,” she comments, walking further into the house as you jump away from Harry, suddenly very aware of the mess you’ve made.

“Gemma, what—“ Harry starts, but he is quickly cut off.

“Don’t ask what I’m doing here, I literally texted you today that I would come by and you said it’s okay.” She gives him a look before her eyes move over to you as you’re trying to somehow clean everything up, but it’ll take a little longer probably. “You must be Y/N, hi! I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.”

She steps over to you holding out a hand and you reach for it, but then stop, seeing that your palms are all floury. You both let out a chuckle, deciding to just move over the handshake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, though it would have been better if we met when I didn’t have whipped cream in my eyes,” you joke.

“Auntie Gemma, we made cupcakes, do you want one?” Izzy runs up to her, holding up a cupcake that was finished, unlike the majority that are going to have poor decorations, since Harry and Izzy decided to use everything in the fight. Now it’s the floor that’s covered with icing, cream and sprinkles.

“Maybe later, sweetie, but they look awesome!”

As you wipe your face with a kitchen towel, you can feel Harry’s gaze on you, your heart beating so fast in your chest, it’s pushing all the blood up into your head that’s already feeling dizzy. What would have happened if Gemma didn’t walk in? Would has he kissed you? Or did you misread the situation and it was nothing just part of the game?

You busy yourself with cleaning up as Harry cleans himself a little with a paper towel before stepping closer to his sister.

“I totally forgot you texted, I replied in the middle of a meeting, I think I didn’t process the message.”

“It’s fine,” Gemma sighs. “I’m already used to my little brother forgetting about me,” she teases him, but he just rolls his eyes at her.

“Let me just help Y/N clean up the kitchen and I’ll be right with you. Would you mind cleaning Izzy off?” Harry asks her, but you stop him short.

“Oh, I’ll take care of this, don’t worry,” you assure him, but as his eyes snap over at you, you lose your voice. He clearly felt the moment as well earlier and now it’s kind of getting awkward, you don’t really want to be left alone with him right now. Not until you figure out what this whole thing was.

“Are you sure? I mean I was the one who started it and—“

“It’s fine,” you try your best to smile at him without overheating. He is standing several feet away from you, but you can still feel what it felt like to be pushed up against him.

Harry hesitates, his eyes following your every move while you are trying to busy yourself and act normal, while you are literally crumbling inside. You almost kissed your boss in the middle of his kitchen, you need a moment to process that.

“Alright, let me know if you need help,” he murmurs before picking Izzy up and heading upstairs to clean them both, Gemma following them right behind. When they are out of your sight, you lean against the counter, breathing out heavily.

Meanwhile upstairs, Harry hands Izzy his phone to play some games while he cleans her and himself off in the bathroom. Gemma sits on the edge of the tub, eyeing her brother curiously, which Harry notices.

“What?” he asks, stripping Izzy out of her dirty clothes.

“What was all that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you, Harry. You were like, ready to snog Y/N right then and there when I walked in. Did I miss something?”

“No idea what you’re talking about and I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring this up when it’s not just the two of us,” he replies firmly, looking down at the girl who is obliviously tapping on the screen. Gemma just rolls her eyes before leaving the two of them alone.

Wandering down she finds you scrubbing the counters from the mess you’ve made, deep in your thoughts. Seeing her walk in, you shoot her a smile, not sure what to say or if you even should say anything, but when she grabs a towel for herself and starts helping, you speak up.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m happy to help,” she smiles, as she starts cleaning the kitchen island up. “So how do you like working for my brother, so far? He mentioned what happened with the daycare. Honestly, those mothers are entitled spoiled brats,” she scoffs making you smile.

“They weren’t too delightful even before the whole fiasco,” you chuckle softly. “But I really like it here. There are a lot more perks and it’s so much easier to focus on one kid than to have fifteen at a time,” you point out making her laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good with my two, don’t think I could handle more.”

“Oh, you have kids?”

“Yes, two sons. Beau is turning ten this year and Jasper turned six in January.” Gemma pulls out her phone from her back pocket and unlocking it she shows you the homescreen that has a picture of two adorable boys sitting on a bench next to each other, munching on a big bowl of strawberries. The younger one, Jasper has a red sunhat on his head while Beau is rocking some cool sunglasses.

“Oh my God, they look so much like you!”

“I get that a lot and honestly, they really should!” Gemma scoffs. “It took twenty fucking hours for Jasper’s big head to come out!”

“Wow that sounds way too much,” you laugh and Gemma nods with a tired, but clearly proud smile.

“Yeah, but it was worth it. Anyway, after my two boys, Izzy is the little princess of the family.”

“The boys get along well with her?” you ask as you both keep cleaning.

“They act like her big brothers, they get so protective over her!”

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah, they really are. My mom has this summer barbeque every year, if Harry doesn’t invite you with him then I’m doing it now, because you need to see how crazy out family gets,” she smirks at you. “All of our cousins and the kids are there, it’s a whole parade.”

“I’m sure it’s a lot of fun,” you smile at her. “One of my friends in high school had a really big family and they always invited me to birthdays at their place, I loved how lively and buzzing it was always.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to get together from time to time,” she nods smiling. “So do you have a boyfriend or something?” she asks then, implying that she is not even sure if you are playing on the team she is assuming.

“Oh, um, no. It’s just me for now. So no boyfriend for me.” Your answer, making sure it gives her the information she was trying to get as well.

“Are you done interrogating her, Gem?” Harry appears from upstairs, Izzy running ahead of him before smashing herself against Gemma’s legs.

“We’re just having a chat, is that a crime now?” she rolls her eyes. “Swear to God, he is such a control freak sometimes,” she then adds turning to you.

“Would you stop offending me in my own house?” Harry gives him a look. Gemma leans down and picks Izzy up into her arms.

“Izzy, you really should tell your dad to pull the stick out of his as—“

“You are not finishing that!” Harry cuts her off and you can’t push your laughter back. Harry’s eyes meet yours over Gemma’s shoulders and he realizes that you are still all dirty and messed up. “Y/N, go and take a shower if you want. We’ll take this over, alright?”

It wasn’t an order, but you feel like it was a very firm suggestion. He is clearly uncomfortable with you talking to Gemma and though you’re not sure why, you don’t want to upset him, so just nodding you drop the kitchen towel and head upstairs to clean yourself up.

“I hope you didn’t say anything to upset her,” Harry comments as he takes over the cleaning. Gemma grimaces.

“What could have I possibly said? I was just trying to get to know her!”

“You are always a little too up in my business, Gems,” he sighs.

“Daddy, can I watch some TV, please?” Izzy asks, tugging on his pants.

“Sure. Do you need me to switch it on?”

“No, I’m a big girl, I can do it,” Izzy nods before running off, leaving the siblings alone.

“Didn’t know Y/N was your business,” Gemma tilts her head to the side. Harry opens his mouth to defend himself, but nothing comes out. He was caught with this one. “Oh my God. I knew I walked in on something, you have a thing for her!” Gemma gasps with wide eyes.

“Stop with this! You and Niall are like some middle schoolers, it’s so fucking annoying!”

“So Niall sees it too, huh?”

“Niall is an idiot,” he points out. “He is… obsessed with this idea that I should start dating again and he thinks I should make a move on Y/N.”

“Well, he is an idiot, but he has a point.”

“No he doesn’t!” Harry argues, but Gemma just rolls her eyes.

“So you want to die alone? Is that your plan?”

Harry has always hated his sister’s bluntness. She never held herself back when it came to giving her opinion, whether it was wanted or not. But what Harry hates even more is that most of the time… Gemma is right.

He doesn’t want to die alone, no one wants that, but being with someone is a hard topic for Harry after losing the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. Even just the thought makes him feel like he is doing something bad, like he shouldn’t even be thinking about anyone but his wife, even years after the tragedy.

“Harry, look…” Gemma breathes out leaning against the counter next to her brother. “I know it’s a fucked up situation and I know things are still not in the right place in your head. But eventually you’ll have to move on. We all want to see you happy and I think that… I think Maggie would want that for you as well.”

Harry tries not to physically cringe at the name, the familiar pain is already clutching his heart, like it has been since the day of the accident. Some days are easier, some days are harder, but Gemma is right. Things are still not in the right place in his head and he knows that, he is just not sure how to fix it at this point.

“I’m not saying you should date Y/N, I’m not Niall to force anyone on you. I’m just telling you to try to get out a little more, just to test the waters. But you obviously like her so if it happens to be her, it wouldn’t be a big deal, if you ask me.”

Gemma shrugs and goes back to the cleaning while Harry keeps his swirling thoughts to himself. Two of the most important people have told him the same thing recently and though part of him wants to stubbornly go against it, his rational side knows that they might be right.

But not much can be done when a man is still blaming himself for the death of his own wife. Because that’s exactly the case when it comes to Harry and no one really knows that the thought has been haunting him for years now…

After taking a quick shower, washing your hair and changing into clothes that are not covered in flour, you join Harry and Gemma downstairs and insist on finishing the rest of the cleaning while they move out to the terrace to talk. The evening goes by peacefully, Harry decides to order dinner and Gemma joins the three of you at the dining table.

You love watching the dynamic between them and they truly seem to be very close. Gemma likes to embarrass Harry with stories from their childhood and you are enjoying them all a little too much maybe, but it’s nice to think that he wasn’t always this confident businessman.

“It was so good to meet you, Y/N!” Gemma hugs you goodbye after dinner.

“You too!”

“Bye Izzy, come and give a smooch for your favorite auntie!” Squatting down she lets Izzy wrap her arms around her neck as she kisses her cheek sloppily.

“Bye Gemma,” she singsongs. Harry pulls his sister into a hug as well before walking her out.

You start washing the dishes, Izzy talking to you about whatever show she was watching earlier on TV. When Harry returns he tells you to just leave the rest of the cleaning up for him while he bathes Izzy, but you don’t listen to him and finish up while they are upstairs.

Bringing your laptop down you settle on the couch and just start scrolling through social media, reading articles and whatnot, the TV quietly playing in the background. You send out an email regarding the wedding you are attending this weekend, making sure everything is in place.

When Harry emerges again he joins you on the couch with a tired sigh.

“Thanks for washing the dishes but you really should just leave it to me when I ask you to,” he smiles at you softly.

“It’s not a big deal, I like to be useful,” you chuckle shutting your laptop down.

“As if you’re not useful enough already,” he huffs smiling to himself. “Oh, before I forget, I wanted to talk to you about Izzy going to my mum’s.”

“Oh, yeah, you mentioned it earlier.”

“Yeah. So she is going to spend a week at my mother’s and I timed it to line up with Sarah and Mitch’s wedding. So I’ll leave her at my mum’s Sunday evening and pick her up the next Sunday which lines up perfectly with the wedding on Saturday. That week is obviously free for you as well, like a paid vacation,” he chuckles.

“Sounds good. How far does your mother lives from here?”

“Just a few hours, not that horrible of a drive. If you’re up for it, we can carpool to the wedding and then pick her up together right from there and head home.”

“Yeah, that works for me, thanks,” you nod.

Harry stays and turns his attention on the TV, seemingly pretty unbothered while you still haven’t stopped thinking about what happened in the kitchen earlier. Glancing over at Harry it appears that it’s not that big of a deal for him, so it makes you settle with the thought that it’s not one for you either.

“Good night, Harry,” you smile at him grabbing your laptop and phone as you rise from your seat.

“Nigh, Y/N,” he smiles as you round the couch and head upstairs, but you stop at the bottom of the stairs, lancing back at the mop of locks that’s visible from him from behind. You watch him run his fingers through his hair and you let out a shaky breath, knowing well you did not convince yourself that it was nothing. Not for you, at least.

Because you wanted him to kiss you.

The wedding you’re attending is held on a farm owned by the parents of the bride. The whole barn was transformed into this very country like fairytale location, lots of fairy lights and candles along with some nice, pastel colored flowers with a hint of purple between them.

Everything goes planned. Arriving you meet first with the groom and then with the bride in their separated rooms of the house, going over everything they want just one last time before you get down to work, snapping loads of pictures from them getting ready for the big day.

Emily, the bride is a chatty girl and all her bridesmaids are her sisters, coming from a big family with five daughters, she is the second oldest. The groom, Jesse is a few years older than Emily, but they are such a cute couple and they are clearly so madly in love, it’s always nice to see people be so happy with the right person.

You keep going back and forth between the groom and the bride and later you do the first look thing as well, when Jesse stands outside in the field and Emily walks up behind him, letting him see her for the first time. It really is always such a special moment and you tear up as well, watching Jesse fall speechless upon seeing his beautiful fiancé.

As the ceremony is about to start and the guests slowly take their seats on the two sides of the aisle, you make a quick trip down there to make sure you are using the right lenses, not wanting to change a lot when the ceremony has started. You stop in the corner, just trying out if you can shoot some pictures of the guests as well with the lens you are planning to use, you take a look around using the camera and that’s when you almost faint.

You would pick out that face from any, it has grown to you way too much, but you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. Lowering the camera you stare at the tall figure with parted lips, blinking a few times just to make sure it’s who you think it is.

But it is in fact your ex-fiancé, Keith, and to make it even worse, the woman standing next to him with his arm around her waist is the one he cheated on you with. They are still together and now you are staring right at them.

Tears sting your eyes as you try to look for a way to escape before he spots you, though you know he’ll see you sooner or later, but right now they are standing right at the entrance of the barn and you can’t avoid walking past them.

Keeping your head down you try to stay unnoticed as you march towards the exit, but you apparently, you are out of luck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Keith calls after you just when you thought you were successful in sneaking out. Stopping in your tracks you seriously think about just running off, pretending like you didn’t even hear him, but it’s kind of too late and it would be ridiculous. So turning around on your heels, you plaster the fakest smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Keith, hi!” you breathe out, taking just a few steps closer to him, still keeping some distance between the two of you. Stella, the lucky woman on his arm blinks at you and at first you’re not even sure she realizes who you are or if she even knows you. The longer she looks at you the more certain you become that she indeed does not know that you’re the woman Keith cheated on with her. Nice.

Keith realizes that the two of you have been staring at each other awkwardly, so clearing his throat he quickly introduces the two of you to each other.

“Um, Y/N, this is Stella. Stella, this is… Y/N.”

You can tell he was thinking about using titles, but he decided to leave it at that, though it would have been a lot more interesting if he just titled the two of you.

Y/N, this is the woman I cheated on you with, who is my girlfriend now. Stella, this is Y/N, to whom I was engaged when I was fucking you!

You flash her a quick, not too honest smile and it seems like she is catching onto that something is not right, but she can’t tell for sure.

“What are you doing here?” Keith asks, a little harsher than you would have liked him to talk to you, but it’s kind of understandable. Seeing each other after what happened is not a pleasant experience for either of you, you assume. You hold up the camera as the answer for the stupid question and Keith furrows his eyebrows at you. “Oh, you still to the photography thingy?”

“Thingy?” you ask, quite offended. Keith always belittled your love for photography. He thought it was just a hobby, something that should stay just a hobby and not get turned into anything more. He once told you during a fight that it takes your time away from more important things, like doing chores. That was one of the most sexist things he has ever said to you and you should have packed your stuff right then and there. But you didn’t, stuck around for three more months before you found out about the cheating.

“Well, this thingy is kind of a side job for me,” you inform him.

“Oh. That sounds… fun,” he nods, but it’s clearer than daylight that he thinks it’s just a waste of time. Good thing he has no business in anything about you anymore.

“Um, I’m gonna go now, but I guess see you two around.” You shoot them another fake smile before turning around and walking away from this conversation straight from Hell.

Marching away from the barn you rush into the nearest bathroom you can find. You need a minute. Or maybe two… five. This did not just happen. You didn’t just face your cheating ex-fiancé with the woman he cheated on you, what kind of sick movie plot is this you found yourself in?

Placing your camera to the counter near the sink you wash your hands and sprinkle some water to your face as well before you lean to the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost and quite frankly, you would have been happier with the ghost than with Keith and Stella.

You’ve been doing alright since the breakup, but it’s obvious that only because you didn’t have to see Keith. Following the blowup when you found the explicit texts in his phone, you only had to face him twice and never since then. It’s easier to be okay when you don’t have to look at the person who hurt you most all the time, but coming face to face with him now really threw you off, especially with Stella on his arm. The fucker did not only cheat on you with her, but he went straight into a relationship with her and she probably doesn’t even know that she was just the sidechick in the beginning. If you were really evil, you’d go up to her and enlighten her about who you really are, but you are not one to cause a scene. Keith kept the two of you apart consciously, he never let you go into his office because he wanted Stella to think that he is a single man while he was engaged. Sickening to think how slyly he played the both of you and even after his little plan failed, he kept lying to the poor girl and lured her into a relationship. You wonder if he is already fucking another girl behind her back.

Your fingers start to turn white, gripping the edge of the sink tightly so you loosen up a bit, shaking your arms and shoulders off to pull yourself together. You fix your makeup and run your fingers through your hair quickly to give it some volume before grabbing the camera from the counter and heading out. However shocking it is to be at the same place as Keith again, you have a job to do right now and the bride and groom are expecting some amazing photos and that’s exactly what you’re gonna deliver.

You manage to busy yourself to the point where you are able to forget about Keith’s existence for most of the time. Following the happy couple around you don’t get too much free time, the camera is glued in front of your face basically and it brings you some peace. For a while.

Emily and Jesse disappear for an outfit change and it gives you a short break since they didn’t want that to be photographed, only when they return. So you get yourself a virgin cocktail from the bar and head outside to get some fresh air. You text back Heather and Trevor and then just scroll through Instagram, enjoying some alone time from the buzzing you’ve been around all day.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your right you spot Keith walking towards you, this time alone, but it doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes.

“What do you want?” you mumble under your breath.

“Just… though we could chat for a little. It’s been a long time.”

“Not enough,” you retort. “And I would like to skip the chatting.”

“Come on, you can’t be still that mad at me,” he chuckles and you almost punch him in the face right then and there.

“Well I am. So go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone.”

“I know things didn’t end too well, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil towards each other.” You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your throat. He can’t be serious, trying to act like the bigger person now after everything he has done to you. This has got to be a joke.

“This is me being civil, because I’m not throwing anything at you. So leave me the fuck alone, let me do my job and then we hopefully don’t see each other again.”

“Come on. You don’t miss me, baby?” he smirks at you, completely ignoring what you just told him. You physically cringe at the pet name he just called you and you take a step away from him, needing the distance more than ever.

“I don’t. Now leave.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too fucking bad. Now leave!” you raise your voice, but it does nothing. He is still standing there, looking at you like he didn’t completely destroy you just about a year ago.

“Heard that you haven’t dated anyone since we broke up.”

“Are you asking around after me?” you scowl.

“We have a few mutual friends,” he shrugs. “Is it because you still want me?”

“My dating life is none of your business, Keith. And I don’t want you. Quite frankly, I don’t even know how I could ever want you, so now please let me enjoy my break and leave me alone.”

“Y/N, I just—“ Keith reaches for your hand, but you pull back before he could touch you, holding up a finger at him you start talking slowly and very clearly so the message goes through.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me or talk to me. I want nothing to do with you, you’re a manipulating, cheating, egoistic asshole who ruins the life of others. I’m telling you this for the last time, Keith: leave me the fuck alone.”

He looks a bit stunned at your harsh response, but you couldn’t care less if you’ve hurt him. He did way worse things to you than snapping at you. As you walk past him to head back into the barn, he doesn’t let the chance to punch you in the stomach with his words one last time.

“I wish I could say you were a good fuck, but that wouldn’t be true. Good luck finding some lowlife loser who would even think about marrying you!”

Every fiber in your body is screaming to launch yourself at him and punch him until he is unconscious, because that’s exactly what he deserves. The tears are already stinging your eyes, but you don’t give him the satisfaction to see you react to his words. So swallowing hard you just keep on walking until you are out of his sight, bottling up the sobs and tears for the time when you’re home and on your own.

It’s past two am when you arrive home, drained and exhausted, both emotionally and exhausted. Following the conversation you had wit Keith he didn’t try to talk to you anymore, but you could always feel his eyes on you, wherever you were, as if he wanted to see if you are watching him too, but you weren’t. Looking at him would have been too painful so you tried your best to keep your eyes away from him through the night.

You know damn well that what he told you when you were leaving was just to get a reaction out of you, to get you upset enough to start a fight with him, it’s just who he is, he enjoys having the last word and the higher ground in every situation, but you didn’t want to be his partner in his stupid games this time. However it still hurt, what he said.

Walking into the dead silent house you kick your shoes off, drop your keys into the little bowl next to the door and head to the kitchen to get yourself some water. Pouring yourself a glass you lean against the counter and as you stare ahead of you, nothing can stop the tears from falling.

Everything you kept bottled up during the afternoon and evening just hits you all at once, making you break down heavier than any time in the past months. You sob and cry, letting it all out until your head feels like exploding, but you still can’t stop. You were not ready to face the man that broke your heart like no one before.

In the middle of your breakdown you don’t even realize the footsteps coming from the stairs.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice calls out, snapping you out of your pity party. He immediately sees that you’ve been crying like a baby, no doubt, but you still try to wipe your cheeks and eyes, pretending like everything is totally fine.

“Harry! What are you doing up so late?” you breathe out hoarsely.

“Just wanted to get some water, but have you been crying? What happened, are you alright?” he starts bombarding you with questions, clearly worried about you, seeing you in this state.

“Everything is fine, I just… had a rough night,” you chuckle through your tears that are still rolling down your cheeks, those bastards!

“A rough night doesn’t make you sob like this. What happened?” Rounding the kitchen island he stops in front of you, not sure how to approach the situation, but it’s kind of sweet how he wants to help, but doesn’t know how.

“I, uhh—I met my… ex-fiancé tonight. He was at the wedding I worked at,” you mumble shutting your eyes closed.

“Did he hurt you? Y/N, if he laid a hand on you, I swear—“ “No, he didn’t hurt me,” you shake your head before adding: “Well, not physically.”

“Come on, let’s sit down for a bit.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the couch in the living room, making you sit before he plops down next to you. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s really stupid, I shouldn’t be this upset about it, but I just… It hurt and I can’t change it,” you whine, wiping some more tears away.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid. Tell me what happened!”

“He was there with the woman he cheated on me with. They are basically a couple now, but she doesn’t even know that Keith was engaged to me when they started dating, so it’s really fucked up. And it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, because, you know, fuck him, he can do whatever he wants, it’s not my business anymore, but then he came up to me and tried to chitchat with me, which I didn’t really want, of course.”

Harry listens carefully, giving you his undivided attention while you fumble with the hem of your shirt, kind of avoiding to look him in the eyes. Part of you is afraid you’d see judgment in them and you don’t think you would be able to handle that.

“I asked him to leave me alone, but he just kept talking and then I snapped at him a little harsher and when I was walking away he…”

You scowl again, hearing his words play in your head so clearly, as if he was standing behind you, repeating them to you. Harry reaches out and he gently covers your hand with his warm palm, giving it a gentle squeeze, letting you know that he is patiently waiting, not rushing you to talk. Taking a deep breath you blink your tears away before continuing.

“He basically said that I wasn’t even a good fuck and no man will want to marry me.”

“Jesus fuck, what kind of asshole did you date, Y/N?” Harry snaps in horror and it’s kinda funny, makes you laugh through your tears.

“Seems like the worst kind,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. “I know I shouldn’t have let his words get to my head, but… it’s easier said than done. I feel like such a loser,” you breathe out, your lips trembling as the tears are threatening to flow again.

“Don’t blame yourself for having feelings, it’s completely normal. Of course his words hurt, he once meant a lot to you and he probably knows that too, that’s why he tried to use it against you. What he said held no truth.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper as you finally look at him. His green irises appear so warm as he smiles at you, squeezing your hand again. He scoots a little closer, his knee bumping against the side of your thigh.

“Y/N, I know so,” he chuckles. “That guy was a proper idiot for what he did to you. You didn’t deserve any of that and any many would be lucky to have you as their wife.”

“Really?” you pout, feeling so touched and loved from his words. It’s exactly the reassurance you needed.

“Absolutely,” he nods smiling sweetly.

Everything that happened today messed with your head big time. And now sitting with Harry on the couch, listening to him telling you how worthy you are of love and happiness, it completely throws you off. Ever since that moment in the kitchen before Gemma walked in, you’ve been nonstop thinking about what would have happened and it made you notice even the tiniest things about him.

Harry Styles is a man who is clearly a sight for the eyes, with his chiseled jawline, pink lips and gorgeous green eyes, the duality of his powerful and business appropriate attires he wears during the day and the tattoos hidden under his dress shirts, you’d have to be blind to say that he is not an attractive man. But on top of everything on the outside, he is a wonderful person on the inside and it twists your head more than you’d like it.

Your brain switches off for a moment, or just the rational side, but you completely stop thinking as you stare at each other. The intimacy and emotionality of the moment pushes all your common sense to the side as your gaze wanders down his lips.

The thought of kissing him comes fast and before you could even stop yourself, you move forward and press your lips to his. The touch of his lips against yours is sweet and warm and kind of intoxicating, but in just a blink of the eye your rationality gets a grip of you and your eyes pop open in realization of what you just did. Pulling back you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, feeling your whole inside trembling at the thought of getting yourself fired by this move.

Harry seems frozen and quite shocked as well, his lips are parted as he stays still in his spot.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what’s gotten into me! Harry, I’m sorry, I promise—“

You start rambling in panic, but you don’t get to finish. Harry moves forward, his hand coming to the back of your head as he pulls you in for another kiss, this time making it a lot more passionate and even your tongues get involved. He is kissing you hard and you almost moan into his mouth when you feel his other hand come to your thigh, squeezing it just enough to send a shockwave up your spine. Your hands come up to the back of his hair and you hold onto him for dear life, carrying the kiss on like you’re two teenagers in your parents’ basement, doomed to get caught any moment. Harry goes in again and again, tugging on your bottom lip, licking into your mouth and making your insides twist just from having his lips on yours.

And then you both let go of each other, needing some time to breathe and you slowly realize what just happened. You both stare at each other in disbelief, completely shocked at your own actions, but neither of you have any idea what should happen next.

You let go of each other, sitting back to your normal positions, awkwardly breathing heavily and you realize you cannot deal with this right now. You are way too drained and tired to make it make sense so you decide to just… call it a night.

“I’ll head to bed,” you quietly inform him as you stand up from the couch, walking like a zombie, the shock still clouding your judgment.

“Good night,” Harry mumbles, just as confused as you are.

“Good night,” you nod and basically sprint up the stairs and don’t stop until you shut your door behind you.

Leaning your back against it, you slide down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as you stare into the darkness for long minutes. Quite some time passes by before you hear Harry walk upstairs, his door opens and then closes before silence falls on the house again. With a blank mind, you push yourself up, take a quick shower and just go to bed, ignoring everything that has happened today. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

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