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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Aversion Therapy

Summary: Y/N has been institutionalised for sex addiction at an experimental facility, run by Dr. Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Doctor!Sam x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Sex addiction, addiction therapies, abuse of therapist/patient relationship, noncon roleplay Tags: hair pulling, crotchless panties, degradation (like, a lot), blow job, spitting, pussy spanking, sex on a desk, body writing, p in v, pulling out Word Count: 4.5 k Created for: @samwinchesterbingo - Doctor!Sam | @spnkinkbingo - Crotchless Panties | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Hair Pulling | @j3bingo - Diary

A/N: So I this may or may not be one of the dirtiest things I've ever written. It's definitely up there in the list 😅I hope you enjoy, fellow sinners!

October 24th

Last night was awesome. He took me out to dinner and everything, real gentleman, even though we both knew that’s not what the night was about. It was sunset when we got up to the lookout, all romantic. I felt silly that he was making such a big deal about it. Losing your virginity shouldn’t be so much pressure. Now it’s over I don’t feel any different except that I want more. We went twice last night but that still wasn’t enough. I touched myself this morning and it was almost like I could still feel him inside of me. I think tonight I’m gonna let him do it without the condom, so he will still be inside me tomorrow morning.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shout, outraged. It wasn’t enough that your parents had locked you in this place, humiliating you, betraying you, handing you over to Doctor Judgy, but they’d handed over your diaries too. Fucking great. Dr. Winchester ignores you and keeps reading, skipping ahead a few weeks.

November 15th

Fuck I love sex. Even with guys that aren’t great at it it’s still worth it just to have a cock inside me. I wish I could stay the night somewhere without my parents freaking out. I want to fall asleep with a cock inside me the whole time, wake up to it fucking me, keeping me open. College is gonna be the best. Then I can finally do what I want, fuck who I want. Can finally order a freaking vibrator without mom asking what’s in the package. Ugh, I can’t wait.

Sam’s voice sounds unnatural reading out your words. He’s not putting the right emotion or inflection in them. It’s like he’s taunting you with them. There’s a trace of humour underlying everything he says.

“Why are you doing this?” you shout again, and Sam looks up at you from your diary, a smug smile on his lips.

“Because you’re sick, Y/N,” he states it like an obvious fact, shutting the diary with a loud clunk and waving it back and forth. “These are the words of an addict.”

“I’m not an addict,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. Sam raises his eyebrows at you and flicks open your diary again, thumbing through to a page he has marked with a turned down corner.

February 3rd

That’s it, I’m addicted to cock. I need it more than coffee or air or food. I just want to be on my knees all day and let men use me. I want them in my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass, I don’t care. I just want them. One day I’ll figure out how to make that happen.

Sam gives you an accusatory look as he closes the diary again, and you do have the good sense to look a little sheepish. Having your thirsty words read back to you is embarrassing. Especially considering the man reading them out is extremely attractive. If you’d met him when you were out you would have been on him in a heartbeat.

You can’t help it, your eyes drop to his crotch, which is just below your eye level where he’s leaning against the front edge of his desk. Dr. Winchester notices your gaze and smirks down at you knowingly. The expression makes him even hotter – domineering and sexy.

“You really are a little slut. Get carted off to rehab and the first thing you do is eye up your therapist,” he clicks his tongue disappointedly, and you blush for a moment before you decide that you don’t want to take this shit from him.

“So what,” you shrug, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. Dr. Winchester raises a brow again, surprised by your boldness.

“You don’t think it’s inappropriate to think about your therapist in a sexual manner?” He pushes himself off his desk and settles his hands in his pockets, considering you carefully.

“I like cock, so what?” you say again defiantly. The doctor keeps his expression neutral, walking around his desk and sitting down, grabbing a notepad and scribbling down a few things. You watch him suspiciously, wanting to know what he was writing down. “I’m not crazy, I just really like sex.” Dr. Winchester nods and keeps writing, not looking up at you.

“Come on, are you saying you don’t like sex?” you try to rile him up, and you see a small laugh bleed through his careful exterior, but not the kind of reaction you were hoping for. “What, your manhood not measure up or something?” That gets the doctor’s attention. He shoots you a glare over his desk and puts aside his pen, folding his hands in front of him and staring you down. His eyes drag across you from top to bottom, lingering on your lips, your neck, your cleavage, your legs. You like him looking at you like this, it sends a thrill through your chest, settling in the pit of your stomach.

“I can see that your attitude is going to make traditional therapies somewhat difficult.” You roll your eyes, but let him keep talking. “Have you heard of aversion therapy?” You shake your head shortly. “Aversion therapy is a psychological treatment in which the patient,” Dr. Winchester gestures to you, “is exposed to a stimulus while simultaneously being subjected to some form of discomfort, in an attempt to discourage said behaviour.”

“Um, English, please?” you stare at the doctor blankly, not putting together how this is going to apply to you.

“Well,” Dr. Winchester leans back in his chair, and swings his legs up onto his desk and brings his hands to fold in his lap. It makes him look surprisingly casual - not at all the image you had of doctors and therapists in your mind. “In this case, the stimulus is an unwanted behaviour, your over zealous sexual cravings and actions. We need to introduce an element of discomfort or unpleasantness into your experience of that behaviour, to discourage future indulgences,” he explains.

“What are you gonna do, Doctor?” you sneer at his title. “Put me in an electroshock chair and make me watch porn? Newsflash - that sounds amazing,” you scoff. Honestly, if that’s going to be your therapy, you’ll drop the attitude and sign the fuck up right now.

Dr. Winchester shakes his head, a small smirk on his lips. He stands, removing his jacket and tossing it on the back of the chair, then proceeds to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves and roll them back, one at a time. You watch him suspiciously. The moment his jacket came off your head went straight to one conclusion, but that couldn’t be right. You find your eyes lingering on his forearms, the veins in them pulsing visibly just below the surface of his skin. You want to lick them.

“No you’re right, you’d enjoy that far too much.” The doctor’s voice brings you back to yourself and you look up, watching him slowly approaching your chair. “We won’t be associating a physical discomfort with the addiction, what we want is to alter your mental associations towards the behaviour. We’ll use a series of mantras, and repetition and after a period of good, focused work, we can start to transition you back to a home environment.” His hand comes up to grip the back of your wooden chair, right beside your ear, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body against your skin despite the several inches still separating you.

Between your legs, you can feel how much Dr. Winchester’s proximity is beginning to affect you. For some reason the way he’s speaking to you, so formal and condescending, is really turning you on. You bet if he knew, he’d just say it was another sign of your “addiction”. You can feel your panties starting to get a little slippery when you shift in your seat to look up at him, and you don’t manage to stifle your small intake of breath when the open crotch of the underwear accidentally catches on one of your pussy lips, sending a delicious tug of pain into your core.

Dr. Winchester smirks down at you, entirely unsubtle, probably assuming that gasp was your reaction to him being so near.

Finally, after far too long staring at him, you manage to take a breath and ask- “what exactly is my therapy going to be, then?” Your voice comes out much higher than you’d anticipated, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Dr. Winchester’s hand drags along the top of the chair and lands on the back of your neck. You shiver when his skin touches yours, despite its warmth. His fingers wind themselves into your hair a second later and yank hard, pulling your head over the back of the chair so you’re forced to look straight up at him.

“Ow! What the hell?!” You reach behind you to try to break his grip but he just pulls again. The pain sends a new tendril of desire twisting down your spine to between your legs, and you feel your panties getting even wetter. You whimper, your arousal clearly evident to the doctor, who laughs.

“Yeah, I knew you’d be too into pain for that kind of thing to work,” he chuckles darkly. He bends down, face so close to yours you can feel his breath ghost against your cheek. “So here’s what we’re going to do instead. I’m gonna fuck you, but you’re going to make sure you don’t enjoy it. You’re going to cry and yell and beg me to stop.” He practically growls, nose brushing against yours, lips hovering just out of reach.

Your pussy clenches at his words, aroused beyond belief at the disdain he’s treating you with. You struggle against his grip deliberately, relishing in the renewed sting as his hand pulls your hair even tighter to keep you still.

“You really don’t get it, do you Dr. Winchester,” you try to laugh but your throat is taut and your air isn’t quite flowing easily enough to let you. “I like cock. I wanted you to fuck me the second I saw you. There’s nothing you could say or do that would make me want you to stop.”

“I think we can drop the formalities now,” he releases you, standing up and reaching for his belt. “It’s Sam, not ‘Doctor Winchester’.”

Your eyes drop to his hands immediately, watching his fingers deftly push his button through its hole and pull down his zip. He’s already hard, you can tell by the tent in his boxers, but you’re astonished to see when he pulls himself out that he’s actually only semi hard – his cock is just huge. You feel your mouth and your pussy water in equal measure.

“Fuck,” you whisper as he starts to stroke himself, eyes tracing up and down your body hungrily as he does so.

“You want this cock, Y/N?” he asks pointedly, and you nod mutely. “Use your words then.”

“Yes,” you breathe instantly, dropping to your knees on the hard, grey carpet in front of him.

“Then you don’t get it,” Sam smirked, contradictorily walking himself closer to you as he speaks, hand still pumping his cock.

“Please?” you beg, hoping that’s the game he’s trying to play. Maybe he thinks he can humiliate you enough that you won’t want to repeat the experience – he’s going to be wrong.

“Nope.” Sam pops the ‘p’ on the word teasingly. “Your mantra for today is ‘no’.”

“What?” you look up to him, confused.

“Anytime I ask you if this is what you want – if you want my cock in your mouth, in your pussy, anywhere I want to put it – anytime I ask you if you want it, you have to say ‘no’,” he smiles down at you like some kind of evil genius, and you’re getting annoyed now that you find this so fucking hot.

“You want me to pretend you’re raping me? Sounds like you need therapy.” Sam laughs, not at all offended by your jab.

“We’re trying to condition a new response, Y/N,” he explains lightly, still jacking himself off maddeningly close to your lips. It takes every ounce of self control you have not to lean forward and suck him down on the spot. “If you want my cock inside you, then you have to tell me you don’t. And hopefully, with time, you’ll start to believe what you’re saying out loud. You’ll believe that you don’t need this, don’t want this.” He taps his cock against your lips and your tongue chases him immediately, reaching for a taste of the liquid you felt pooling on his tip.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he pulls himself away, tutting. “What do you say, Y/N?”

You swallow your pride and give him what he’s asking, though begrudgingly.

“No, please, don’t.” Your voice is monotone, lifeless – like how you used to read out loud in English class when the teacher called on you.

“C’mon, you know that’s not good enough. How are you going to believe yourself if I don’t believe you?” Sam walks closer again and sets his cock against your mouth lightly. “You wanna suck my cock, baby?”

“No,” you manage to choke out, and your hesitance to say the word must sound like hesitance to give him a blow job because Sam buys it, and the next moment he’s pushing the shiny, pink head past your lips, against your tongue; not stopping until he hits the top of your throat. He pulls back again, taking himself completely out of your mouth.

“You want it?” he asks again, grinning down at you.

“No,” you whimper, while inside every fibre of your body is screaming – yes!

“Good girl,” he groans as he pushes himself back inside, and you moan along with him. This time he doesn’t stop himself, fucking all the way into your throat until your nose is pressed against the skin of his stomach. “Fuck, you really are a cockslut,” Sam grunts above you, pulling back a little and starting to fuck your mouth in earnest. “You haven’t gagged once. Not many girls manage that with me.”

You believe him. Your jaw is already aching from the stretch of your lips around his girth but you savour the hurt. You love this; being on your knees for some guy you barely know with his cock shoved as far in as he can fit it. This is what you were made for, you know it, no matter how hard Sam’s going to try to talk you out of it.

He fucks your throat for a few more minutes, lulling you into a false sense of security. You’ve relaxed into it now, and you aren’t thinking about the therapy or the role play or any of it, you’re only thinking about his cock against your tongue, heavy and velvety and perfect. You cry out when he pulls away, taking in a shocked breath at the sudden emptiness.

“You want it back baby girl?” Sam asks breathlessly, and you allow yourself a moment to feel smug at how clearly affected he is by your ministrations.

“Please,” you beg, crawling towards him, forgetting your lines. Sam pulls away, disappointment evident on his face.

“Wrong answer, Y/N.”

“No!” you shout hoarsely, trying to correct yourself. “I mean no, please, no.”

“No,” Sam sucks in a breath, reaching to pull up his trousers like he’s going to put himself away. “No, I don’t think I believe you.”

“No, Sam, please!” you beg, reaching out for him. “I can do this,” you whisper, and Sam lets you take his cock in your hand, wrapping his fingers over yours and guiding your strokes. “Ask me again?”

“Do you want my cock, Y/N?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“No,” you say firmly. “No, don’t make me do this.”

“Good girl,” he says again, his hand tightening over yours and using you to jerk himself off. “Do you want my cock, Y/N?”

“No,” you whine, trying to play into it even though your fingers start trying to jack him off faster of their own accord, your hands slipping together over the saliva you’d left behind.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” Sam growls, reaching his free hand out to snag your hair and pulling hard, causing you to shout out in delicious pain.

“No!” you squeal, trying to pull out of his hold, hoping you can act your way through this convincingly enough to get what you really want.

“No, whore?” Sam spits on you harshly, the wet striking you on the cheek and dripping down your chin.

“No,” you scream again as he pulls you off of the ground by your hair, throwing you forwards over his desk. Books and pads of paper go crashing to the ground. Pens scatter around you when your elbow hits the mug that was holding dozens of them.

“No?” you hear Sam scoff as he flips up the hem of your patient-issued uniform skirt, spotting the pair of crotchless panties you’re wearing beneath. “You’re telling me a slut like you, who gets put in an insititution for sex addiction, and decides to pack crotchless fucking panties, doesn’t want my cock stuffing her cunt full?”

“No, I don’t want it,” you moan, his words positively setting you on fire. Fuck, you want everything he’s saying and more.

“I don’t fucking believe you,” Sam spits between your legs, adding to the slick that must be visibly gathered there by now.

“No!” you cry out when he delivers a stinging blow to your pussy, palm landing right over the open slit of your panties. “No,” you sob out again as he continues to spank you, each hit making a sickly wet echo and sending a jolt of heat through your clit every time his fingers happen to catch it. “No, no, no,” you’re begging, even as you spread your legs wider and push your hips back into his hand, trying to angle yourself so he hits your small bundle of nerves more frequently.

“You’re fucking loving this aren’t you,” Sam is seething behind you. “I can feel how wet you are, you fucking whore. You want my cock now, huh? Want me to put all this slick to good use?” He dips his fingers into the crotch of your panties and comes away with his fingers drenched in your juices, which you see a moment later when he shoves them in your face, yanking you back by your hair again.

“See this slut? See how I can tell you’re lying to me? What’s all this for if it’s not to get you ready for my cock?”

“N–” you try to protest, needing him to believe you if you want to actually feel his cock inside you, but your words are cut off as he shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you lick yourself off his hand.

“That’s right, taste what a fucking embarrassment you are.” Sam lets go of your hair and from the corner of your eye you see his fingers reaching for one of the pens that you knocked onto the desk earlier. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he uncaps the pen and crouches down behind you, putting your pussy at eye level for him.

“I think we should let the world know just how much of a slut you really are.” You wonder what he means, feeling him draw a single line down your right buttock, then switching to your left and writing some words. “Now anyone who fucks you is gonna see my instructions, and know they have to leave a tally mark right here.” He slaps your ass hard where he had just drawn his own. “And every time you come back to me for a session with more tallies than you left with the last time I saw you, that’s just one more time you’re gonna have to go through this with me. To make sure we really break you out of this habit.”

You silently wonder how many guys there are in this hospital that you might want to fuck. He spanks you again and you clench, pussy convulsing at the threat and the thought of men keeping count of the cocks you’ve taken by literally writing it on your body. You feel a trickle of slick start to make its way down your thigh, and you know Sam must have noticed because he laughs darkly.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Are you already planning how to rack up your score as soon as I let you out of this office?” he sneers vehemently.

“No,” you shake your head, even though it’s entirely true. “No, I don’t want that, I promise, I don’t.”

“But you still want my cock?” Sam questions, and you feel the tip of his dick start to drag against you, up and down the slit of your panties.

“No, I don’t want it,” you insist, trying to keep yourself from pushing back onto him.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Sam pets at your lower back and braces himself as he starts to sink in. You both moan when he enters you, but to your chagrin he stops when he only has an inch or so inside. “You want me to keep going?” he pants, and you’re pleased to hear that he’s not as composed now that he’s got the head of his cock wedged between your legs.

“No,” you shake your head quickly, silently praying for him to continue.

“Very good,” he groans, and begins to thrust into you again; tiny, sharp motions to ease himself into you bit by bit.

“No, stop,” you whine without prompting, hoping to encourage him to go faster. He does. “No, no, no,” you chant until he’s sheathed himself completely inside you, his hips pressed firmly into yours, his hands squeezing around your waist possessively.

“No?” Sam asks teasingly, pulling out a little.

“No!” you cry again, and this time you do mean ‘no’ – you don’t want him to leave you. At your cry Sam pushes back in harshly, snapping his hips back against yours and moaning, the sound bubbling up deep from his chest. “No,” you try repeating the phrase, testing your theory, and you’re rewarded by Sam withdrawing and fucking back into you piercingly.

“Please stop, please,” you whimper, not able to stop yourself from rocking back into his thrusts as Sam starts a punishing pace.

“You fucking liar, you love this you little cockslut,” Sam grunts pointedly, taunting you.

“No,” you insist, still meeting him thrust for thrust. “No I don’t want this, I don’t want you!”

“You’re always going to want cock, always gonna beg for it.”

“No!”

“You want me to stuff you full everyday don’t you? Maybe more than that. I bet you’d sit under my desk all day with my cock in your mouth if I told you to,” he laughs, his harsh pace becoming even quicker. He’s not fucking you deeply now but that means that every time he pushes in the head of his cock punches hard against the sweet spot on the front of your pussy, making you clench around him.

“No,” you shudder, feeling yourself close to the brink of your release, and you wonder what he’ll do when you cum – a clear demonstration that you’re fucking loving this, despite what you’re saying out loud.

“Say it louder, bitch,” he grunts, reaching down and spanking hard against your clit.

“No, no, stop!” you shout, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his cock, your orgasm just out of reach.

“You want to cum on my cock?” Sam slaps you again but then starts to rub tiny circles just where you need them.

“N–no,” you stutter, unable to hold back your moan.

“You don’t want to cum baby, you sure?” he teases, angling his hips so he’s fucking your sweet spot with each drive into you.

“No,” you whine, voice pitching higher as you feel yourself right there.

“No?” You can hear from Sam’s voice that he’s pouting at you, mocking you. “You don’t want to cum baby? Not gonna cum on my big, fat cock fucking you so good?” You clench around him, your toes curling, straining… “Come on you little slut, fucking cum already. Thought whores like you were supposed to be easy? Huh? Want you to cum for me, Y/N.”

“No, no, no, no, no–” you lose track of what you’re saying as you cum, screaming into your arm so you don’t accidentally say something to make Sam stop fucking you. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and your come down, hips snapping more and more erratically as you bury your face in his desk and try to catch your breath.

Suddenly, the weight of his body is gone, and then there’s a warm jolt between your legs, and you know he’s cumming – aiming his load at the top of your panties and letting it drip down through the open crotch. You moan high in your throat at the feeling of his release soaking into your underwear, mixing with your own juices, which are already leaking out of you and dripping onto his desk.

“That was a really good session, Y/N,” Sam says, and you’re surprised to hear how composed he sounds, though a little breathless. “I think this is going to be a good strategy for you.” He walks around to the other side of his desk and starts to pick up the books and papers you’d knocked down earlier.

Slowly, you peel yourself up off his desktop, your skin sticking to the surface with sweat that’s already started to dry.

“Go clean yourself up, Y/N,” Sam instructs, not looking at you as he continues to tidy his desk. You turn to go, still in your post-orgasmic daze, but you spin back around when Sam calls your name again. “Oh, and Y/N?” you look at him curiously, and a smirk curls slowly across his lips as you watch. “You better keep the tally marks, or there’ll be consequences next session.”

“Yes, Dr. Winchester,” you agree quietly and slip out of his office into the hallway, walking back to your room behind an orderly, with Sam’s cum still dripping down your thighs. You think about the tally he’d left on your body, and you look up at the orderly, who’s now stopped at the door to your room and holding it open for you.

As you pass him, you keep your eyes trained at the ground, and glance sideways to surreptitiously inspect the man next to you. The hospital scrubs do nothing to hide his endowment. You smile brightly, bringing your eyes up the rest of his body, taking in the muscles in his arms and the name tag on his chest, before landing on his face.

“Thanks, Dean.” You walk into your room, eyes flicking back to see Dean still standing there, watching you walk towards your bed. You bend over to grab something off the bottom shelf of your nightstand, not caring what you grab, just knowing that you’re now giving Dean a full display of your ass – Sam’s writing and Sam’s cum decorating your skin.

The door behind you shuts quietly.

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squidgamesmut · 3 years ago

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The Guardian Angel | Chapter 14 - Necessary evil

Seong Gi-hun X Female Reader

Chapter 14/14 : Necessary evil

Minors DNI

Contains heavy spoilers

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It was decided within a day.

You would send out an invite to Seong Gi-hun on your grandfather’s behalf to get him to meet his gganbu one last time.

The chemo treatment did not do anything anymore, and Il-nam felt his end nearing. Through several IV-drips, bags of liquid entered his arm each day, and his breathing became shallow.

He was flickering out like a candle.

You turned the golden card around in your fingers a few times before slipping it into a tiny black envelope with a small bow on the front. Sighing behind your mask, you handed it to the Recruiter who was standing patiently next to you. You believed he was the man who had gotten Gi-hun on board in the first place.

“Get this to him at once,” you requested, “Make sure to use a proxy to get it to him.” With it, you handed him a note of a hundred-thousand won, that he could give to said proxy.

“At once, ma’am.”

He exited the room, and with a sigh, you took off your mask. In-ho removed his as well, and his brow furrowed. “Why is it so important to you,” he quizzed, “What is the deal with Seong Gi-hun?”

You averted your face from him lest he see your blush or smile, and you shrugged. “That is something between my grandfather and I.” you stated, “So please, no more questions.”

He hummed in agreement, muttering an, “Of course, ma’am,” turning back to his work in front of him.

You took the small booklet you’d been carrying on your form for the past year - it was getting quite full, and you scanned over several notes quickly to regain their gist.

Straightening your back, you went to your grandfather.

~*~*~

Seong Gi-hun sat alone, looking out over the river, not minding the cold creeping under his shirt. He took a swig of soju straight from the bottle as he stared at the waves, hair falling in front of his eyes.

He had been delighted to meet you again, but soon realised that he did not know where you were and how he could get in touch with you. Once again, he was left in the dark, completely to himself.

He pondered over his life.

Ga-yeong was in America. He had not been able to win the dispute about the guardianship over her, and with his mother’s passing, he was lonelier than ever. You, however, were a speck of light on the horizon, and he decided he had to head back to the train station tomorrow so that he could wait for you to come. He would do so every day, he thought to himself, until he would see you again.

Then, he’d make sure to not let you go this time. He’d invite you for dinner, buy you a house, build on his new future. If you would have him, that was. He owed you that much - the money he owed your grandfather.

It all crossed his mind as he sat on the shore, knees hugged close to his chest.

From his left, an elderly woman appeared. “Excuse me.” she started, and he slowly turned towards her. “Would you like to buy some flowers?”

Gi-hun did not respond. “Please, mister. I need to get rid of them tonight or they’ll end up wilting away.”

Taking pity, Gi-hun reached for his pocket to take out the remaining won he had there.

“Thank you, mister.” she said with a small bow, the plastic around the roses rustling as she took one from the bucket and gave it to him, putting it down next to him. “I appreciate it.”

He did not speak, not even when she wished him a good night, and he watched her leave.

Gi-hun let his eyes fall onto the rose, noticing a small note on the side. He sniffed, tearing it off. The design was oddly familiar, with a pink bow on the front, on sleek black paper reminiscent of the mockingly cheerful coffins during the Squid Game.

He opened the small flap at the back and took out a card - golden, with three shapes next to each other. A circle, a triangle and a square. His eyes widened in shock, dropping the tiny envelope.

Gi-hun turned it in his hands, quickly reading what was written on it.

DECEMBER 24th, 11:30PM SKY BUILDING, 7TH FLOOR

FROM YOUR GGANBU

His breath hitched in his throat.

~*~*~

The Sky Building was oddly quiet. After summoning the lift, Gi-hun went to the seventh floor, as was asked of him.

An eerily empty room as he opened the door. At the end, near the window, stood a single bed, surrounded with medical equipment, a few pieces of furniture, but nothing else. Gi-hun walked towards it with large strides, eyes focused upon the form in the bed, a person who was looking out over the world down below.

His heart skipped - dropped - when the figure turned over in their bed. The sunken face of Oh Il-nam came into view, and Gi-hun’s eyes widened in shock.

The old man reached for the oxygen mask that sat on his nose and lifted it, taking it off.

“Pour some water in there.” he said after taking a few deep breaths, turning to his friend. “Please, Gi-hun.”

Gi-hun did as he requested, grabbing the decanter of water and pouring it into the glass that stood next to it. He haphazardly handed it to the old man, who took it and brought it to his lips.

The heart rate monitor beeped unsteadily and the old man gulped down some water whilst Gi-hun stared at him with a quivering brow. “Who are you?”

He did not get a response. “You explain this.”

Il-nam put down the glass and looked out the window. “You see him?” he pointed at a man that sat slumped on the ground across the street, “That man down there?”

Gi-hun followed his finger. “He must be drunk because he’s been sitting there for hours. He looks homeless, too, if I had to guess…”

“You…” Gi-hun breathed, “Were you the one who’s behind it?”

Il-nam ignored his question. “He’s going to freeze to death if he stays out there any longer. And no one is going over to help or anything.”

“Why the hell did you do it?” Gi-hun exclaimed through gritted teeth.

“Would you help out that guy?” Il-nam wondered out loud.

“Answer me!” Gi-hun spat, shakily breathing. “Why did you do that to us?!”

The old man sighed. “You think that you will stop walking and help that disgusting, stinking drunk, little piece of trash, huh?”

Gi-hun wouldn’t have any of it anymore. “Show me who you are!” he exclaimed, leaning towards the old man, shaking with emotion. “Why did I get to live and no one else?!”

“Listen. Let’s play something tonight. That man out there, if he remains out there until midnight, I win. If anyone… If anyone goes to help the drunk before then, in that case, you win.”

As soon as Il-nam looked at Gi-hun, the latter grabbed his collar roughly, holding him tight.

“Cut the crap, okay!” Gi-hun growled. “I could easily snap your neck right here.”

The old man struggled in his breathing. “If you do that, then you won’t get to hear my explanation for all this.” Gi-hun gritted his teeth. “Play this game with me and… I’ll give you the… Answer to your question.”

Shivering, Gi-hun let go of him, stepping back, rage filling his features. Slowly, he strode over to the window, looking at the man on the street, and then turned to the large clock behind him. Twenty-five minutes before midnight.

“And if I win,” Gi-hun whispered, “Then I’ll kill you without a second thought.”

“What will you… Bet on it, then?”

Gi-hun sharply inhaled. “Anything,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. You might as well take everything I have.”

Ten minutes passed.

“Who are you?” Gi-hun whispered.

The old man breathed deeply, his lungs hurting. “I earn a living by lending out money.”

“You give money to people for a living… And you get rich doing it?”

The old man lightly chuckled. “Money… You know what making money is like. It’s not simple to do.”

Gi-hun narrowed his eyes. “So then… Was any of what you said true or was it all just a lie? Oh Il-nam. Is that even your real name, huh?”

A heartbreaking thought suddenly crossed Gi-hun’s mind. Were you a lie as well?

“It is. Yes, that’s real.” said he, “Oh Il-nam. That tumour is also real. And it also had gotten larger, too. That’s true. And the house I used to live in with my family, it was almost exactly like that one in the alley. That’s all true. And (Y/n) is real, too. Her name, that is.”

Gi-hun wanted to ask about it, but his question got stuck in his throat when he saw that someone approached the drunk on the street, momentarily halting in front of him. Both of them stared at the person kneeling down in front of the drunkard, looking around, and then walking off. Gi-hun exhaled.

“Can you still trust anybody to be good, even after everything you’ve been through?” questioned Il-nam.

“Why did you send a card?” Gi-hun wanted to know.

“I heard that all the money you won is just sitting there and that you’re still living like you used to.” Il-nam paused briefly. “Is it all just because you feel guilty?”

Gi-hun looked at the old man. “Guilt?” he queried bitterly. “Guilt?! You don’t feel any guilt for what you did, do you?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

“It’s yours now.” Il-nam calmly stated. “That cash is your reward for your hard work and luck. You have every right to use it now. Life goes by quickly. In one minute, gone in a blink.”

Something shifted in the old man’s eyes. He needed his oxygen mask due to his struggle to breathe, but he did not put it on.

“Why did you do something like this?”

“Do you know what someone who doesn’t have any money has in common with someone with too much money to know what to do with?”

The man breathed in deeply, his lungs emitting a strange gurgling sound every time he exhaled. “Living is… No fun for either of them.” he clarified. “If you have too much money, then it doesn’t matter what you buy, or eat, or drink, or whatever. Everything, well it gets boring.”

He paused to breathe. “All my clients started to eventually say the exact same things whenever we talked. Everybody felt… That there was no joy in their lives anymore. And so, we decided to get together. We did a little bit of thinking. What could we all do to finally have some fun?”

“Some fun?” Gi-hun scoffed. “You put us through all of that so you can have fun?”

“It seems that you forgot how no one had to play and that you all put your signatures on the agreement. That you all made your decision to come back on your own.”

A pause. The clock’s hands neared midnight.

“Well, he’s still out there.” said Il-nam. “It looks like you’ve run out of luck. Tell me, do you still trust in humanity being good?”

“I want to know why you joined us…” Gi-hun said, “And who (Y/n) is. If she knows about… All this.”

The old man heaved. “Oh, well… In my childhood, I always had so much fun out doing things with all of my friends.” He turned to the ceiling and stared ahead of him, his eyes starting to glitter at the remembrance. “We’d lose track of time for hours. I wanted to just… Feel something… Just one last time before I die. And you are not going to get that feeling if you are just going to spectate, and I desperately wanted that.”

“And so, did playing do that then?” Gi-hun bitterly spat.

“Yes.” breathed the old man. “You asked me why I let you live. By joining and playing with you… I got the chance to feel something again. Thanks to you, I got to remember all these things that I had forgotten long ago. It had been such a long time since I was able to have that much fun.”

“And (Y/n)?”

“Tell her that I am very proud of her. And… Forgive her,” said the old man.

“What, I don’t unders--”

A police siren blared through the street and a car pulled up next to the drunk man. Out came the person who had knelt over him earlier, together with an officer. Gi-hun shakily exhaled.

“Look at that.” whispered Gi-hun. “There’s someone who cares.”

The clock struck twelve, and Gi-hun turned to the man. “And (Y/n)?” he stated more firmly, but got no response. He looked to his left and saw Il-nam lay with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling.

The heart rate monitor flattened.

Gi-hun walked over to the side of the bed, looking at the body of the old man.

“You saw that, didn’t you?” Gi-hun whispered. “You saw that you lost.”

Silently, he left the room under the final chimes of the clock.

You emerged from the shadows, heart heavy with emotion, and you rushed over to the side of the bed, tears running down your cheeks. Halting next to him, you hugged your grandfather tightly, sobbing into his robe.

A gentle hand on your shoulder, and you pivoted to see In-ho give you a reassuring nod. You sighed, stepping away from the body, allowing him to close the lifeless, glossy eyes of your grandfather.

He pulled a chair for you next to Il-nam so that you could sit with him, and In-ho went to stare out of the window, where snow was falling down on Seoul, making for a white Christmas after all.

~*~*~

The weeks after are void.

The preparations for the new Squid Game were already around the corner. In-ho had regularly sent you files on possible participants and you took great care in making sure that things would go smoothly.

This year, things would be entirely different. For once, you were all on your own, without your grandfather’s help.

But you had to keep up appearances.

Chewing on the back of your pen, you scanned the contents of your notebook.

There was no unwritten page inside it anymore, and you underlined a few words that stood out to you. You knew everything there was to know about the Squid Game, and it was everything you needed to carry out your plan.

It had been dangerous, for behind your obedient smile towards your grandfather had been sitting a whole other ploy.

Perhaps it had been good to see him so closely brushing with death as well as the man who you had developed feelings for over such a short period of time. It gave an extra layer of the murderous game, the lethal shift of wealth - people who had nothing were given so much that they wouldn’t know what to do with it.

Like your grandfather had said, those winners were thrust into a life that was as equally as mirthless. From the frying pan into the fire.

Nobody suspected a thing; not even In-ho, who occasionally paid you visits to speak about possible games. New VIPs were allotted to be allowed to visit this year’s Squid Game, and you had already decided on a few participants you’d approach once the time was there.

Your golden fox mask hid so much more than just your facial features, and you were equally as sly. For weeks on end, it was you and the final pages of your little notebook, scribbled all over with the secrets of the elite.

Some mistook your reserved behaviour for grief. Others grew more wary of you, as if you had grown more stern per your grandfather’s passing and would send them off without as much as a second chance. You didn’t mind their fear, for it left you room to be on your own.

You needed your room to breathe after all what happened - and you were certain that Seong Gi-hun did not want to see you again after everything that had been revealed to him. You were certain that he knew that you had to do a lot with the Squid Game; despite your grandfather not directly telling Gi-hun that you were the Game Maker now, if he pieced two and two together, he could’ve guessed that you indeed were not the poverty-stricken bachelorette who lived in a shelter for women in need.

A good grandfather would not willingly let his granddaughter suffer under such circumstances. Gi-hun must have figured it out by now.

The only person you had left was Hwang In-ho, the person you called your friend. Still, you felt like you had to walk around on your tiptoes ever since your grandfather’s death, as if he would be able to hear your every wrong thought and move.

It was a lonely period of time, but you had enough space to prepare in peace. After all, a plan like yours needed to be researched well, though it could prove difficult to be considered doable by a woman just on her own. A powerful one at that, but still, you needed allies in this fight.

One morning, a few days before the next Squid Game would start, you were browsing through the new potential candidates when In-ho walked into the lounge, bringing news - an opportunity thrown right into your lap.

“Seong Gi-hun contacted one of our recruiters.”

You looked up from your work and slowly put down the file. “Beg your pardon?”

“He somehow got his hands onto one of the cards. Contacted the number, and despite their advances to get him onto his plane to America, he turned around and walked away. He could prove to become bothersome to us if we are to execute this year’s Game.”

In-ho paused, folding his hands on his back. “Should we neutralise him, ma’am?” queried him, and you shook your head, rubbing the back of your pen over your bottom lip.

“Don’t you even dare.” said you, shoving back your chair and standing up. “I wish to speak to him. Get me a helicopter at once.”

In-ho gave a nod. “As you wish, ma’am.”

He legged out of the room and you sighed, grabbing your well-filled booklet and went to prepare to leave the facility.

Finding Gi-hun was no difficult task. If anything, he didn’t even try to hide from the recruiters, actively prowling around on the underground stations to warn unsuspecting passengers. The helicopter landed you just outside of the city and you were brought further into the area by car.

One of the salesmen had found him in no time and told him that someone was trying to speak to him in private. Puzzled though curious as Gi-hun was, he came to the meeting spot you had called, where you were waiting for him, looking out over the lake, the city life bustling on the horizon. It was dark, and you doubted he’d recognise your face behind the mask that sat on it, still.

Footsteps approached. They were more confident than his stride had been a few months ago upon meeting your dying grandfather. You stood with your back still turned to him, hands folded in front of you, and when he halted, you pivoted to face him.

“Seong Gi-hun.” you said. “We meet again.”

He frowned, and a soft smile spread over your lips. You pointed at the side of your head. “I like the red. It suits you, I think. What made you choose that colour?”

His eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to piece it all together.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

Perhaps he had not wanted to believe it, had chosen to actively suppress the very possibility of you being involved in all this. But how naive would he be, after all this, to be so determined in proving your innocence? Nothing he had known had turned out to be true, he had found out when his gganbu called him to his deathbed.

You reached behind your head and undid your mask, lifting it from your face to reveal the features Gi-hun had grown to be so sweet on. He gulped, lips quivering much akin to how they had been when confronting your grandfather, and he shook his head slightly.

“Not you, too.” he gasped.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Hello, Gi-hun.”

He stepped closer, but you were unfazed by the growing rage in his features. “You’re also behind it? And carry on his work after he’s gone?! Making me believe that you were a poor woman in need, so undeserving of all the misery you claimed to be going through?!”

Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, but you refused to cry. You let him rant and rave, staring at him whilst taking it all in.

“I can’t believe I am in love with you! You monster! You made me believe that your grandfather had gone missing and that you were in need of a job! I trusted you!”

His teeth gnashed and he pointed an accusing finger at you. You swallowed away the lump in your throat and you took it all. “You are just as sick as him! No, you’re worse! You’re in a perfectly healthy condition, and yet you choose to do these revolting things! I want nothing to do with you!”

His words broke your heart.

He fell quiet suddenly and blinked away tears, chin trembling as he tried to not sob before he whispered his confession:

“You were supposed to be my new life.”

Silence.

“Will you let me speak now?” you whispered. Gi-hun gave you a small nod. You set your mask on the floor and sighed, standing in front of him.

“I owe you an explanation, and a whole lot more. Ask me what you want to know, and I will answer truthfully. After that, I will tell you what I need you to know.”

Gi-hun narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n), granddaughter of the late Oh Il-nam. Final family member who was in touch with him, so now I’ve got no one but myself.”

“And?”

You sighed. “Game Maker.” you said slowly. Gi-hun shook his head.

“To think that I considered taking you into my home. You’re nothing but a rat.”

You swallowed away your emotions. “Anything else?” you whispered.

“Why are you doing this? The Game?”

“Did my grandfather’s explanation not suffice?”

Gi-hun chewed the inside of his cheek until his mouth tasted of iron.

“I don’t see how a woman like you would be fed-up with life and organise death games in order to spice it up.”

Sighing, you folded your hands on your back. “Because of issues in our family, my grandfather was the one who raised me. He was a strict man, not awfully kind, but I loved him regardless of it all. In my late twenties, my grandfather introduced me to this business. A business of having participants voluntarily join games to compete for money. What he did not tell me at first, is that elimination equaled death in this event. Needless to say, the first time was terrifying. He convinced me though, and I stayed. He had been running those games for a few years already back then, and he mentored me to organise them.”

Gi-hun’s face twisted into a sneer. “What a legacy.” he spat, voice heavy with venom.

Perhaps it had been a wrong call to find him, but you owed him an apology at least.

“Anything else you want to know?” you quizzed.

“I want to know why you wanted to see me.”

You smiled, your gazes finally crossing. Your heart skipped a beat against your better judgement to not get attached, not when the hatred was practically dripping from his features.

“First and foremost, I wanted to thank you.” you told him. “Throughout the Squid Game, you have thoroughly looked after my grandfather, even when nobody else would. You showed kindness to a weak man through it all, risking the wrath of many, and above that, risking death. You, Seong Gi-hun, have been my grandfather’s guardian angel. And in turn, I have been yours.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How so? How are you my guardian angel?”

“I have been your reason to keep going during the games and thereafter. The one who gave you hope when nobody else did. And… I have been watching you.” you confessed. “I saw that you’ve finally started using your money.”

Gi-hun swallowed thickly. “And secondly?” he queried.

“Secondly,” you said, “I wanted to propose something to you.”

You took out your notebook, and Gi-hun began shaking his head. “I am not joining you to organise any kind of Squid Game. I don’t trust you and I never will. I won’t hear any of it.”

He began to leave by turning around and walking off, but your words made him freeze in place.

“Then how about you join me in taking it down?”

Gi-hun’s brow furrowed. “What?”

You held your notebook before you. “Right here, I’ve got everything there is to know about the Squid Games. Tactics, guard patrols, names and secrets. Even the VIPs are mentioned here and there. That’s the people who bet on you. It’s enough to make a good start in breaking off this thing.”

Gi-hun turned to you, eyebrows knitting together. “But… Why?”

“Seeing my grandfather,” you began, soon adding, “Seeing you, in such a game, it has given me a new perspective on this event. I started doubting all of this about a year ago and decided to write down everything I noticed and knew. Safe codes, passwords, staff names.” You waved the notebook in front of you. “It is going to take a long time,” you explained, “To take this rotten facility down. Expose it to the world. It will take time, patience, and sacrifices.”

Seong Gi-hun stared at you. “Sacrifices?”

“Another year of Squid Game in South Korea.” you told him.

“Why? If you hate it so much, then why are you organising it?”

You smiled a little, shaking your head. “Because I can’t just dismantle everything at once. I might be the Game Maker, but things will not end well if I choose to take this down right away. This is necessary evil, Gi-hun. In this world, I am necessary evil.”

“Then how will you do this?” His red hair became tousled by the wind, and you tried your best to not smile at him.

“From the top down.” you said. “Bit by bit, piece by piece. No stone shall be left standing, but it will take time.”

Gi-hun stepped closer to you. “And why exactly did you ask me to join you?”

You swallowed, unable to fight a blush.

“Because I trust you,” you said, “And… You’ve grown dear to me, Gi-hun. You give me hope.”

His jaw fell open as he tried to reply, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“How do I know that I can trust you?”

You smiled at him, reaching out to smooth out a few of his red locks that sat messily on his head, and rested your hand on his face. “Because I told you who I am,” you said, “You have heard my deepest secret, the plans I have for these Squid Games. I want you on my side, and I gave you all I have. If you want to join me in this fight, Gi-hun, then by all means. I need an ally and a friend to guide me through.”

And perhaps something more.

You took out a business card and handed it to Gi-hun, who read it whilst you picked up your mask. “Is it true?” he wondered out loud, “Or are you just saying that you like me, because you think that it is what I want to hear?”

You smiled, caressing his face, leaning in to press a lingering kiss onto his cheek. Gi-hun stood, unable to move or speak at the feel of your lips on his skin. They were softer than he had dared to imagine.

“I hope that answered your question.” you breathed, walking around him to leave the shore. Whilst slipping your mask back on, you listened for any noise behind you, but he did not call after you.

Before the end of the day, your private phone started buzzing.

An unknown number lit up on the display, and you knew immediately who it was, answering it.

“(Y/n)?” Gi-hun spoke at the other side of the line, voice determined and heavy with emotion.

“Yes?” you said, your heart drumming in your throat. His words were like honey.

He took a deep breath before replying.

“Count me in.”

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Bee’s Masterlist

“The two times Bee avoided Mark and the one she didn’t”

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Growing up, in general, is a pain in the ass, and Bee isn't the happiest about having to deal with it. She doesn't know if it's because of how she was raised, or if it's just her personality, but the girl cannot see herself as an adult.

You see, adults are supposed to manage five different tasks, have most things thought out, and try to handle everything that comes their way. Bee, however, wants to lay in bed at every minor inconvenience and wishes she could freeze time so she can digest what's happening.

She can see herself as those five-year-olds who pout, cross their arms and look away when you tell them they can't have ice cream for dinner. Just like she can see Jeno as those parents who bribe their kids to eat vegetables with a false promise of going to the ice cream parlor on the next day.

"Why don't you want to talk to him?" Jeno whispers to Bee midst the chaos in the van. The first time she successfully avoids Mark is when the members are leaving SM after a long day of figuring out stuff for the comeback. Things were only starting to come together, and the boy knows that if Mark and the girl don't figure out everything soon it's not going to be a fun process.

"I don't have anything to say" She mumbles looking out of the window. Jeno turns her head back to him before continuing.

"Maybe Mark has something. Or maybe he has questions"

"Good for him" She simply states. "I already said everything, so I'm not helpful to talk to"

"And you stand by everything you said almost six months ago?" He asks while trying not to laugh "You didn't think about it anymore? There, you said it and moved on"

"Yes, I stand by everything" She lies. Bee has relived every single conversation she has had with or about Mark especially lately, cringing at some stuff she said, making up better answers, and overanalyzing every little word even if they don't mean a thing. Jeno probably knows she does that, yet she's not going to admit that easily, because admitting means confronting the situation.

"Just maybe think things are exponentially worst when you're trying to avoid the topic instead of solving it once and for all" The boy mumbles and she rolls her eyes. Mentally thanking the manager who happened to pull up next to their building

Trying to escape that conversation as fast as possible, Bee holds onto the back of the seat in front of her, accidentally hitting Jaemin in the head, and jumps past Jeno, who frows as he watches her bolt out of the vehicle.

The girl only stops as she reaches the elevator because of the light feeling on her hoodie pocket. She had left her phone behind, throwing away all the work she just put into getting to her room without speaking with anyone else.

Walking back to the van, Bee keeps her head down to avoid making eye contact and waves off Renjun after he shared a proverb about people skipping a step only to return two. Honestly, he might have said something different because the meaning flew right above her head.

The manager, who had also left the vehicle to check on something at their apartment, throws his keys for her to catch and tells her to be quick.

Bee goes straight to the seat she had occupied and starts searching through the openings where the phone might have fallen from, ultimately deciding it was somewhere on the floor. Patting away underneath hers and Jeno's seat, she finally moves on to the row in front of them, getting scared by a light and the muffled sound of her phone ringing.

Almost like a miracle, she was getting a call from someone who might have saved her a couple of seconds of searching. Reaching out for the device, her smug grin turns to a frown as the name "Minhyung from Canada" shines on her screen. A confused noise leaves her mouth while Bee gets up from the floor, though her debating over either answering or not doesn't go very far due to said Canadian standing at the door of the van.

"I thought if I helped out find it, you would finally listen to me," Mark says, ending the call. Though, it seems like that was the only line he had rehearsed because after it they both stay in awkward silence, making Bee look down at the device in her hands before raising an eyebrow.

"Well, my hand touched it before the call got connected?" She, not as confidently, lies again.

Mark shakes his head adamantly "No it didn't"

"Do you have eyes on the floor?" The girl frowns trying to make that topic last longer but he doesn't fall for it.

"Yunhee," He says in a disappointed tone which Bee copies by saying "Mark"

Mark raises one eyebrow feeling rather playfully. "Mark Oppa?" and she rolls her eyes while planing an escape route.

The boy seems to remember what he was there for and scratches his head, suddenly bringing back the awkward mood.

"We should clear everything up, you know" His tone is back to uncertain surprising her by the sudden change and Bee feels her hands clamming up. She knows he's waiting for her to show any kind of reaction but for some reason, she cannot have any.

"Guys, I have to get the car back to the building. You can keep the conversation going at either of your dorms" The manager pops his head through the driver’s seat before climbing it. Bee hands him the keys and both idols slowly step out of the vehicle. Her mind is still blankly looking for a way to avoid listening to whatever the older had to say when the man magically says something that fixes all of her problems. "Actually, Mark come here, it's about 127's schedule tomorrow, something came up"

And she doesn't stay to listen as she bolts to the elevator that's taking her to her safe and Mark-free bedroom.

☆☆☆

The second time Bee avoids him, or gets saved by another person, happened a few days after the van accident when she rapidly types on her phone while running to the end of the hallway where the SM elevators are.

The sound indicating the doors opening on her floor catches her attention and Bee doesn't have to fully look inside the place to see Mark standing on the edge, ready to walk out of it. Almost without thinking, her feet make her turn left into another hallway and she instinctively makes her way to the room she had visited many times before.

Bee knows for a fact Mark is supposed to go to the studio she had just left, so the fact she can hear him doing the same route she is, makes adrenaline pump inside of her and the girl starts sprinting as fast as she can.

She finds it stupid how her brain suddenly read that moment as her being chased by something dangerous, but there's not enough time to let her process the situation. Instead, Bee barges through the door of Kun's studio and throws herself onto the space between the empty couch and the wall.

Crouching so she's hidden by the armrest, Bee simply says "I'm not here" before staring at the floor in front of her, making the WayV leader question why he's even surprised at that point.

A series of three knocks on the door makes Kun get up and go greet whoever had the decency to announce themselves before interrupting his work like half of his groupmates usually do. Keeping the door half-opened, he's half surprised by Mark standing a little distance away while seemingly sorry to be in that position.

"Hyung, my bad for coming here. But I was wondering if I could talk to Bee" The boy says scratching his eyebrow.

"I mean, of course, you can" Kun starts making the girl's heart drop "I'm not sure why you're asking me, though. And next time you see her, let her know I also need to speak with her"

"Oh, yeah. Sure?" Mark says uncertainly tilting his head and closing his eyes. He stares inside the room through the small space Kun allowed and sighs defeated "Sorry about it, I'll just go"

Waving to the boy, Kun waits for him to walk a little before closing the door and turning to the hidden girl. "You know we could see the top of your head, right?"

"Wait, he saw me?" Bee asks with wide eyes, supporting her head on the armrest and the boy rolls his eyes "Probably yes. The kid is just too polite to say anything about it"

Standing up from the ground, the girl sits on the couch to wait for a little before leaving the room. Kun takes the opportunity to throw himself back on his chair and interrogates her.

"Why are you avoiding Mark?"

"I stole his charger so now he's mad" She pouts looking at the ground making the older scoff.

"I'm not buying anything that simple. Don't think I haven't noticed you've been almost daily in our dorm instead of hanging out with your unit. We like when you visit but it became a little weird when we're not even there yet you still go hide inside our apartment"

"It's too complicated" She sighs craning her neck to check the clock "And I'm actually late for something, so you'll have to deal with my stupid high school problems sometime later"

"They're only stupid because you thought over them a million times and began downplaying whatever they are. You can't do that forever and you know it"

"Confrontation makes me cry, so I'll try my best to keep pushing it away" Bee smiles like something uplifting was said and stands up "See you later"

"Sure, good luck with your date" Kun smirks turning back to the table and checking on his work. Noticing she hadn't actually left the door he lets out a chuckle "Chenle told me about it"

"It's not a date. Chenle was literally invited to tag along" Bee rolls her eyes and he shrugs despite not looking back at her.

"Sure, have fun"

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Ever since Mark first showed his confusion over how things were going, Bee tried really hard not to make the situation awkward for everyone. She didn't want them to be extra careful around her, nor feel like this big dramatic thing was going on between the group. And to lessen her worries, the dreamies seemed to act the same they had always been.

There is the fact she isn't talking to Mark, but much to her surprise, the girl realized she never really relied a lot on speaking to him. Pretending everything was fine became part of her routine for that two weeks.

But just like Kun caught onto her distancing herself, a bunch of staff members also did. The choreographer who first introduced them to the routine asked her a couple of times if everything was okay, and the producer noticed the idol was out of the room the time she was finished, not really mingling like the rest of the boys.

Those two didn't really say anything about it, since she was still getting work done. That isn't the same for the management team, who not only saw her change in behavior but feared how much of that would be noticeable in videos and the overall dynamic of what they had waiting for the comeback.

"Bee, can I talk to you for a second" One particular manager called for her as she was resting on the corner of the dance studio.

Bee gathered her things in a pile on the floor and got up to follow him out of the room. The man had worked with NCT for a really long time, but he wasn't the closest manager to her, nor had ever taken care of her individual schedules. She knew whatever he had to tell her wasn't going to be very good.

"We don't want to intrude on whatever is going on in your life. But the moment it affects the group I'm afraid somebody needs to step in" The man sighs walking slowly next to her "If you're not feeling well, or something happened to make you not want to be around the members you need to act on it, or tell somebody so no one gets suspicious of it"

"I'll make sure no one notices it" She mumbles playing with her ring and rolls her shoulders "It's not something to be worried about though. Nothing really happened"

"We'll some people started to point out on Jisung's graduation video that you're often really quiet. Considering your personality it's nothing out of the ordinary, but you can't afford it pilling up and fans talking about it. We're aware of what that saesang said last year and don't think the company forgets easily if more fans start thinking you don't want to be in the group or doesn't belong in it, it's going to be a big problem"

"More people are talking about it?" Bee glances once again to the ring Renjun made her wear.

"It's a small number so far, but there are those who think that by Mark coming back and you being a little quieter, your place might be in another unit," He notices her gaze turning down and places a hand on her shoulder"Don't stress over it right now, just dedicate yourself a little more to the group and show you have a place in it. It should pass after some time"

Patting her, he reminds her to 'go back to normal before heading back to his work. Bee feels a slight headache creeping in and sneaks into a smaller room dedicated to vocal training, where she drops her body on a chair and closes her eyes to either sleep or try to gather some courage and face everything she has avoided so far.

The girl ends up doing neither because a few seconds pass and Mark pushes his head inside the room.

"Can we talk now?" He asks and without any energy left, Bee nods to the chair next to her for him to sit.

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cycwrites · 4 years ago

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WIP Things aka Unofficial Fic Tease

In order to remind myself that I’ve left all of you hanging for the rest of my trilogy rewrite, I thought I would post my unbeta’d, unedited, good with the bad chapter 1 for the second movie. I also have hope that it will make me feel guilty for taking so damn long and get back to it. Especially since I’ve basically closed myself off from writing (and the muses) and I’m trying to pry the doors back open because I really do miss sharing my stories with you guys.

I wrote this well over a year ago, along with a 2nd chapter that deals with the Dean’s office, and really just hope you like it.

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About Damn Time

Chapter One: So That Happened

Word Count: 2600 -------- ~B~

At the end of Beca’s junior year, two things of note happened.

First: Chloe, once again, made the decision to stay with Beca and the Bellas and failed Russian Lit for the third time. Beca had tried to talk her out of it, torn between wanting Chloe to move forward in her life beyond Barden and guilt that she was relieved they wouldn’t have to figure out how to work a long distance relationship. She wasn’t ready to try that and couldn’t imagine leading the group without her. But Chloe had insisted this was where she’d wanted to be and she didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything.

Second: The Bellas were asked to perform at President Obama’s 50th birthday celebration at the Kennedy Center on August 8th.

Beca had laughed when the call had come through the never used landline at the Bella house.

“Good afternoon, this is Mack Johnson and I’m calling on behalf of the White House…”

“Yeah right. Nice try, Jesse.” She hung up and pulled out her cell phone as she walked into the kitchen. Pausing by the counter she typed out a quick message to him.

Beca: I’ve gotta give you points for originality though. You almost sounded like an actual adult.

She poured herself a glass of lemonade before he answered.

Jesse: I’m going to take that as a compliment and ignore the wound to my manly pride, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Beca: Whatever you say, ‘Mack.’ If you’d said you were calling from anywhere but the White House I might’ve let you keep talking.

Instead of answering via text, Jesse called her.

“Are you day drinking, Mitchell?” Jesse clucked his tongue. “Without your lesbro? I’m hurt, Becaw.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” Beca lifted her glass and took a sip. “What inspired your call today?”

“Uh, your cryptic and confusing texts to me, of course.” Jesse chuckled. “Want to clue me in?”

Beca sighed. “Man you’re committed to this.”

“To what?”

Beca set her glass on the counter. “Fine – you just called me and –” She jumped as the phone in the living room rang for only the second time in her years at Barden. “Pretended… to be… from the White House.”

“I thought you said you weren’t drinking?” Jesse laughed but it sounded distant as Beca watched Chloe answer the phone.

Her girlfriend’s blue eyes went wide and locked on Beca’s as she said, “I’m sorry, did you say you’re calling from the White House?”

“Jesse?” Beca said absently.

“Yes, Beca?” His voice took on an echo as all the blood drained from her face.

“I gotta go pass out now.” She swallowed dryly. “I’ll call you later.”

“Beca wa-”

Beca had remained frozen in the kitchen while Chloe became more and more animated, frantically scribbling down notes on the notepad sitting beside the phone, though her voice was carefully calm and collected. Then she’d run into the kitchen, screaming and jumping in excitement and talking faster than Beca’s shocked mind could process. Drawn by the commotion like a frat boy to a kegger, the rest of the girls soon joined the chaos while Beca still stood frozen by the counter as they swirled around her.

The school had allowed them to stay on campus through the summer so they could discuss songs and choreography. The time had been a whirlwind of security checks and practice and everything they planned needed to be vetted by the performance organizers. Of course, since they’d come to the Bellas after their third ICCA win in a row, there weren’t any real problems.

Until the night of the performance when one set of tangled silks and a desire for no panty lines wrecked everything.

No pun intended.

~B~ Sunday, August 24th, 2014

Beca lay on their bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to Chloe pace beside her.

“I’ve ruined everything.” Pace to the head of the bed. “Destroyed our reputation.” Pace back to the foot. “Made the Bellas a joke.”

Beca sighed and pushed herself up on her elbows. “Chloe. It’s a capella. It’s already a jo-” She stopped as Chloe spun to face her, outraged. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Beca tried a smile. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.” She let it slip when Chloe just stared at her and Beca dropped back down to gaze at the ceiling. “Won’t make that mistake again.”

“I’m the one who gave Amy the green-light to do ‘Wrecking Ball.’” Chloe resumed pacing.

“Because, despite most of her claims, she actually had done some training on the silks before coming to the states.” Beca countered, as she had for the past three weeks. “She was good on them and never once in our rehearsals did she get tangled up.”

“But-”

“No.” Beca cut her off and sat up, pulling her legs up to sit cross legged and face her. “We all agreed to let her do it. It was a group vote.” She softened her voice and held out her hand. “This isn’t all on you, Chlo.”

With a sigh, Chloe took her hand and let herself be tugged onto the bed. Beca stretched back out and Chloe settled against her side. “It feels like it.”

“That’s because you’re the one who looks out for us.” Beca gently rubbed her back. “No one could’ve predicted this, love.”

“No…” Chloe said grudgingly. “But…”

Beca cut her off again. “There’s no buts.”

“Except Amy’s.” Chloe huffed, tension that had begun to fade making her stiffen up again in Beca’s arms. “All over the news.” She groaned. “Why didn’t I just use the cloth I was freaking holding to cover her up?”

“Same reason I didn’t,” Beca said reasonably, having heard a version of this several times before. “My mind went blank and I couldn’t move. I just… kept waiting to wake up.”

“Same.” Chloe pressed her nose to Beca’s shoulder. “I still am. This is such a nightmare.”

“She feels bad.” Beca offered. “It was her idea to do that press conference.” She winced as Chloe snorted.

“Yeah, where she then tried to show her ‘silk burn’ to the entire world.” Chloe sat up and pushed herself off the bed. “Again.” She resumed pacing and Beca’s mind hunted around for anything she could say to defuse things.

“At least we saved Aubrey’s college legacy from Pukegate?” Even as the words were out of her mouth Beca knew they were stupid and wrong.

“And ruined ours with Muffgate.” Chloe snarled.

“I wish I could find the asshole that came up with that. Bet it was those podcast people and of course everyone else jumped on it.” Beca made a face. “It was an accident and eventually there will be another crisis for them to focus on.” She slid over to the edge of the bed and swung her legs over. “It won’t be forever, Chlo.”

Pace, turn. “But tomorrow we go see the Dean.” Pace, turn. “With those podcast people who are apparently actually part of the Collegiate A Cappella Association.”

“They’re still weird and he’s an ass.” Beca stood up and stretched as she heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs. “Think you’ll be able to enjoy yourself at dinner tonight?”

Chloe stopped by the small table they inherited from Aubrey and took a deep breath. “Of course. It’s Amy’s birthday. I’m not going to ruin it for her.” She flashed Beca a small grin, the first in an hour. “Why do you think I’m up here instead of downstairs?”

“Speaking of,” a new voice said from the stairs. “There’s maybe… A situation.” Jessica smiled apologetically when they both looked at her as she reached the top.

Beca sighed. “Of course there is.”

“Do I even want to know?” Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Probably not, but Stacie sent me to get you.”

“Coward,” Beca muttered. “She knows I can’t hit you because you’re too nice.” She took a deep breath. “Okay, quick like ripping off a band-aid.”

“Amy’s sitting on the couch. With a towel on her lap.” Jessica hesitated.

“That’s… Why is that a big deal?” Chloe asked, confused.

“She’s… commando. Because of her silk burn.” The blonde’s shoulders bounced once but she didn’t say anything else.

“I swear to fucking god I’m going to glue underwear on her,” Chloe muttered under her breath.

Beca was struck by a horrible thought. “Is she sitting on another towel?”

“We were afraid she’d show us if we asked.” Jessica looked at Beca. “That’s when Stacie sent me to get you.”

“Why do I have to do it?” Beca knew she was whining but couldn’t help it.

“Because you’re the captain.” Jessica shrugged again. “You can threaten her with cardio if she tries to flash us again.”

“Yeah but Amy doesn’t always listen to me and I don’t want to have flashbacks.” Beca reluctantly headed for the stairs as Jessica started back down.

“Birthday or not…” Chloe muttered as she followed.

“I’m sure Lilly has a hot glue gun you can use,” Beca mused, not surprised to find Ashley hanging out in the hallway when they left the attic.

“Don’t tempt me.” Chloe didn’t say anything else the entire trip down the stairs.

Beca rounded the corner, passing Jessica and Ashley who had stopped in the entry and came to a halt herself, Chloe running into her back.

All she could see was the back of Amy’s head but she appeared to be looking straight at Lilly who sat cross-legged on the ottoman and staring back.

“Do I even want to know?” Beca turned her head toward Jessica but didn’t take her eyes off the scene.

“I didn’t ask that either,” came the whispered reply.

Beca took a bracing breath then walked into the living room. Despite the reassurance that the covering towel existed, Beca didn’t relax until she saw it for herself. It was nothing personal against Amy, but Beca just didn’t want to see any of the Bellas naked, Chloe being the obvious exception. You never knew when the visual would pop back in your head and Amy had already shown up enough in the past few weeks to last a lifetime.

“Amy.” Beca looked up at a sound from the kitchen and saw Stacie leaning in the doorway with Cynthia Rose and Flo sitting at the center island.

“Captain.” Amy didn’t turn her head or avert her gaze.

“Are you guys in a staring contest?” Beca frowned, looking between the two women. “And if so why?”

“I don’t know,” Amy lifted one shoulder. “All I know is she hasn’t blinked since she sat down and why take the risk of losing.”

Beca felt her eyes twitch at the thought. “Jesus, please cut it out before my eyes start watering.” She stepped between them and Amy closed her eyes in relief.

“Thanks, Shawshank. That was starting to burn.” She started to lift one corner of the towel to wipe her eyes and Beca threw out her hand.

“Nope. That stays there.” Chloe said it before Beca could.

“Please tell me you’re sitting on another towel.” Beca sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

“Of course I am!” Amy actually looked indignant. “I’m not a heathen, Beca.” She rolled her eyes. “The pants I want to wear to dinner are tight, so I’m giving my bits time to breathe first.”

“Now that’s in my head.” Cynthia Rose muttered from the kitchen.

“That’s in all our heads,” Ashley said from the doorway behind them.

“You could always wear that blue skirt,” Chloe offered diplomatically. “That way you’re not uncomfortable for your birthday dinner.”

“I do look hot in that.” Amy thought about it while the rest of them made sounds of agreement. “Alright, you’ve swayed me. And as it’s almost that time, guess I’ll go upstairs and change.” She started to stand as Beca moved back then paused. “If you’d all turn around and give me some privacy while I wrap?”

Beca rolled her eyes as she turned to face the front window that, thankfully, had the curtains drawn. “That’s what you get for being half naked in the public areas of the house.”

“I got bored in my room.” Beca heard Amy stand up and the rustle of fabric. “Alright, I’m decent.”

“Hey!”

Beca jumped at the unexpected shout and looked over her shoulder. Stacie had come out of the kitchen and was pointing at the couch.

“That’s my favorite towel!” Outage filled her face. “I was looking for that for over a week!”

“It’s also the softest towel in the house.” Amy said as she picked it up, tucking the other firmly around her waist. “It’s the only thing that doesn’t hurt when I’m sitting.”

A choked sound from behind her brought Beca’s eyes back around to Chloe, who was biting the inside of her cheek and trying not to giggle. “I’m sure she’ll wash it before she gives it back.”

Beca tried to choke back her laugh and ended up sounding like a pug with a cold as she snickered into her hand.

“I think…” Stacie sighed. “Happy Birthday, Amy. It’s all yours.”

“You sure, Stretch?” Amy threw the towel in question over her shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll need it for much longer.”

“Yup.” Stacie nodded emphatically. “I’ll go get another one this weekend.”

“Thanks, Stacie.” Amy smiled at her before her lips twisted slightly. “Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“’S okay.” Stacie shrugged. “Now go get changed so we can celebrate your day.”

“Are you allowed to give me orders on my birthday?” Amy mused as she headed for the stairs.

“Probably not,” Beca said. “But I’ll probably do it anyway.”

“Bossy.” Chloe whispered behind her and Beca flashed her a grin.

“Alright.” Beca clapped her hands once. “Show’s over, let’s go get our party outfits on and get some grub. We’ve got a Bella to celebrate.”

Stacie walked past her, shaking her head. “Bossy.”

Beca let her head fall back as she stared at the ceiling. “I can’t with you two.”

“What?” Stacie paused in the door to the entry. “Did we do the thing again?”

“Yup.” Chloe pushed Beca toward the stairs. “I called her that thirty seconds ago.” She high fived Stacie over Beca’s shoulder when the tall woman grinned and held out her hand.

“Score one for us.” Stacie laughed and started up the stairs.

“I hate you guys.” Beca said weakly as she followed.

“Liar,” Chloe laughed and ran her hand down Beca’s back.

“Maybe.” Beca let Chloe go before her.

“Definitely.”

“Yeah yeah,” Beca waved her up the stairs, unable to help admiring the way Chloe’s muscles flexed as she moved. “But seriously, my stomach just woke up and if I don’t feed it soon it’s going to take over the world.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Stacie saluted as she stepped into her room.

“Smartass,” Beca threw back.

“And you love it.” Stacie closed the door with a laugh.

“Stop flirting with Stacie and let’s go change before you get hangry.” Chloe took her hand and tugged on it.

“She wishes,” Beca muttered but followed Chloe up to their room, ignoring the ‘Often’ that came from Stacie’s room behind them.

‘She’s got bat hearing, I swear.’ Beca thought to herself as she went to the closet to get her outfit for the night.

Tomorrow was still looming over them, but Beca pushed it all away, determined to think about Amy and the Bellas for the rest of the night.

It was one mistake and they’d just won three years in a row. Surely they weren’t in that much trouble.

Right?

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #all the other bellas #rise 1 #cyc fic tease #cyc motivational seeker

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday - William x reader

Here’s my first entry for @quirkyseastone‘s Naughty and Nice event! Obviously I had to write one of the prompts with William, and since the 24th is his birthday as well, what better time to write a little scenario for him? My prompt for this scenario was “Person A and person B spend their night drinking cocoa and snuggling under a blanket while it snows outside”. I’m a sucker for cute stuff like that ❤ gn reader, no warnings apply, enjoy!

December 24th. Christmas Eve and the birthday of the man you loved more than anything in the world. One of the first times you could have his full attention all to yourself.

William had sent his brigade home for Christmas. There were a few people left in HQ, they’d leave tomorrow when the others would come back. Everyone had agreed that William should take both days off though. They wanted him to enjoy Christmas and enjoy his birthday. Everyone in the Golden Dawn saw how hard William worked every day, certainly since the elf invasion, and they wanted him to relax, even if it was for just 2 days. You were so grateful for it. Due to his diligence, quality time with William was fairly hard to come by. Even if there was, you often noticed his head was still at work, thinking about all the things he still needed to do.

This time, everyone had pitched in to help him sort every little thing before he left so he could actually relax for once. As a little thank you, you had prepared all kinds of sweets and snacks for them in HQ so they could enjoy Christmas, even on the job.

William had arrived at your house just before dinner, and he was surprised at your preparations. You had a huge Christmas tree standing in your living room, decorated with many beautiful lights and ornaments. There were more decorations spread throughout the house, all equally beautiful and enchanting. The smell of his favourite dinner came from the kitchen. William chuckled as he placed his Christmas presents for you under the tree, along with the ones you had already prepared there for him. “Christmas can wait until the 25th,” you had told him, “the 24th, we’re celebrating your birthday.”

You greeted William happily as he entered the kitchen and wished him a happy birthday with a short but sweet kiss. His mask had already been discarded in the entrance hall, along with his cape. The two of you chatted about everything that came to mind while you finished up cooking, and the pleasant conversations continued over dinner. It felt so nice to be able to spend his birthday with him, and with his full attention on you and you alone, it almost felt as if it was your birthday instead of his.

After dinner, the dishes were put aside for another moment. Birthdays were not the time to do the dishes, after all! You had better plans for this evening. The townspeople had decorated the streets with all kinds of lights and ornaments, making it seem like a place straight out of a storybook. William hadn’t seen it because he was always so busy and you were dying to show him.

It was a nice walk. The townspeople greeted you and William as you passed them and wished the both of you a merry Christmas. The few who knew about Williams birthday congratulated him as well. Halfway through your walk, snow started falling. The bright coloured lights reflected off the snowflakes, making it seem like they were different colours than white. It was a truly enchanting sight and when you looked at William, who was walking next to you, enchanted by the sight himself, you truly felt like this was a fairy tale. The snow got heavier though, and the two of you decided to head back to your house.

Once inside, you asked William to get the fireplace going as you made two mugs of hot cocoa and grabbed a big, heavy blanket. The winter wind combined with the snow was the perfect combination for getting cold. Sitting by the fireplace would not only be great for warming up, but also for having a little romantic moment with your workaholic of a boyfriend.

When you came back to your living room, William was already sitting in front of the fireplace, warming his cold hands. You smiled at the sight as you sat down next to him. After placing the mugs down on the ground in front of you both, you wrapped the blanket around him and yourself. William smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You could feel how cold his fingers were through your shirt but you didn’t let that bother you. Letting out a content sigh, you leaned against him and relaxed.

Through the window on your left, you could see the snow continued to fall. Just how much snow would there be in the morning, you wondered. Honestly, you wouldn’t even mind if you got snowed in at this point. The past few hours you had spent with William were the nicest in a good while. His attention was completely on you, and yours was completely on him. For a second, you forgot he was the captain of the Golden Dawn. For a second, the two of you were just a normal couple, celebrating his birthday on a cold, snowy night.

“Y/N?” “Yes?” “Thank you. This is the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time.” “Don’t mention it. This is as much a treat for me as it is for you.” The man next to you chuckled. “I’m sure it is. I’m sorry for spending so little time with you. You deserve so much more.” “Hush. Don’t get started on that again. I know you’re busy as a captain but that’s not stopping me from loving you. Yes, we don’t get to spend that much time together, but don’t moments like these make up for it?”

William looked at you silently for a few seconds, before he smiled and put his hands on your cheeks and pressed his forehead to yours. You mimicked the gesture and let out a content sigh. William chuckled and locked his eyes with yours.

“Y/N, may I kiss you?” “Of course.”

He gently pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. The both of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the proximity and the affection. Once you disconnected your lips, you made sure to keep your foreheads connected, not wanting to be too far from the man you loved.

“Happy birthday, William.”

#william vangence x reader #black clover x reader #william vangeance imagine #black clover imagine #william vangeance #black clover #cookie writes #scenario #event entry #seastones naughty and nice #scheduled post

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words-for-holland · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Series: The Birthday Week

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s Birthday Week! So much planning, food, and surprises....and a special promise from our favorite Q.S. Couple.

A/N: It’s been long overdue...Is it too late to say Happy Belated Tom?! 🥺

A/N: Happier Part 3 comes out this weekend!!

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships

May 25, 2020 (T-Minus 7 Days)

An almost average Monday. Its the start of Tom’s Birthday Week and Y/N is trying her best to get ahead of the game and prep up for an over-the-top birthday party for her boyfriend. Well as over-the-top as it can get when you’re stuck in Quarantine because...well...Covid.

The only problem, she didnt know where to start. What party to throw, games to play, food to make, playlist to create, and above all the gift. This year Y/N wanted to give Tom something that held a lot of sentimental value to represent all the love she had for him. While Y/N was lucky enough to have someone like Tom to spoil her and show her just how much she meant to him, she wanted to do the same for Tom. So, she went to the spare room, which had now become her new work space and started googling away.

May 26, 2020 (T-Minus 6 Days)

The next day, Tom and the boys went out for their daily Golf match, while Y/N stayed behind to continue party planning. She made sure to be discreet about it and pretended that she had to take care of a few things for work. In reality, Y/N facetimed her best friend, on advice of what to get Tom for his 24th.

“C’mon Im serious Nico. I want to give him something special this year.” Y/N groaned when she knew her best friend wasn’t giving her the answers she wanted.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I dont know what you could give him. You’ve know him better than anyone else.” Nico reasoned, as Y/N continued her helpless groans, banging her head on the table. “Look Im sure what ever you come up with, Tom is going to love it no matter what.”

“But that’s the problem I don’t know what I can come up with. Our first year together I got him clothes, last year it was golfing gear, I don’t know how I can top that.” Y/N continued to stare at the desk picking up and dropping her pencil repeatedly. “I just know that I want it to be something he can always look back at and know that I’ll always be there for him.”

“Wow. You really like this kid don’t ya?” Nico questioned, but of course she knew the answer to that...anyone did.

“Yeah...more than anything.” Y/N smiles back as she thinks about Tom.

“Well what about a promise ring?” Y/N’s ears perk up at the suggestion.

“Like uhhh a men’s promise ring? Do they even make promise rings for men?” She questions, though isn’t opposed to the idea.

“No, Im talking about a donkey’s promise ring.” Nico rolls her eyes. “It’d be cute and not to mention empowering because you’d be making the first move. Empowering women is super attractive.”

Y/N stops to give it some thought. It would be cute to have a ring for him and see him wear it everywhere knowing he would carry a symbol of her love. Of course it’s nothing like the real thing when couples get married and all, but it’s a step toward that direction. “Ill think about it.” She says.

May 27, 2020 (T-Minus 5 Days)

Y/N had finally given the idea a good 8 hours when she decided to find the ring. She scrolled through pages and pages to find the ring but none of them spoke to her or looked like it was meant for Tom. The more she scrolled the more anxious she got, slowly biting ther thumb nail as she continued.

“You know if you’re gonna do birthday shopping for someone in the house, the kitchen might not be the best place to do it.” A deep british voice popped up from behind.

Y/N shrieked and jumped, quickly closing her laptop, afraid she had already ruined the surprise. Until she turned around and saw it was just Harrison. “Ugh, was it reallg necessary to do that?” She whined. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Of course wheres the fun in simply asking what you’re doing.” He laughed, pulling a chair next to Y/N as he watched her scroll through pages or rings. His smile growing ever so slightly. Y/N looked at him with suspicion.

“Okay I know that smile...clearly you know something I don’t.” She states. “Is this a bad idea?”

Harrisons smile dropped quickly as he profusely shook his head. “What? What? No...I just uhh — actually yeah the rings are not a good idea.” He blabbers. Y/N looks at him, waiting for Harrison to continue. “I mean think about it. If you buy a ring for Tom and he starts wearing it everywhere. People are gonna suspect that he’s getting married or worse find out about your relationship. I don’t know if you wanna risk that.”

Harrison was lucky to be a gifted actor as he improv-ed his answers on the spot in hopes that Y/N did not find him to be too suspicious. If she called his bluff and found out, Tom would make sure Harrison would never see the light of day. “You should go for this necklace. I think it suits him and has a touch of your style.” Harrison points out to a necklace he truthfully thought she should get him. With that, he quickly left Y/N to be on her own in gift shopping.

May 28, 2020 (T-Minus 4 Days)

Y/N’s planning was 70% in the clear. The necklace was ordered, Sam was helping out in planning the food, Harrison and Tuwaine were arranging the golf diversion plan, and Harry was keeping Tom busy making sure he wasnt suspecting anything. Although that didn’t stop Tom from bothering his girlfriend a couple of hours of the day. How could he not, the boy missed his girl.

“Y/N..” Tom cooed as he wrapped his hands around her, kissing a small part of her shoulder. “Can you take a break from whatever arts and crafts thing you got going on and cuddle with me?” He continued as he placed another kiss.

“Babe, I’d love to more than anything but I wanna finish this up so I can at least accomplish one thing during Quarantine.” She explains.

“You accomplish a lot of things darling, and you can accomplish another if you just come and cuddle with your needy boyfriend, who happens to be turning 24....in 4 days.” He hinted, places kisses by ear.

“Oh and I suppose that gives you special treatment?” Y/N challenges, letting out giggles as Tom continued to kiss where she was ticklish the most.

“I would hope so. Now, what do you say?” He smiles at her, placing the small strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Okay you win.” She whispers.

May 29, 2020 (T-Minus 3 Days)

Tom and Harry were busy hosting the Pub Quiz, while Y/N and Harrison took the time to create the decorations for Tom’s party. The theme... Spiderman, but what else was new. Harrison drew up webs and spiders on the deflated red and blue ballooms, stashing them in a paper bag to be inflated the day of. Y/N started on the birthday pub quiz answer sheets, customizing them to have that personal touch of Tom. Everything was going smoothly until, she needed more glue.

“Crap, Im gonna check the closet. I think we have a few spare sticks of hot glue.” Y/N stated, as she got up.

Harrison eyes started to display signs of panic as he quickly got up and raced her to it, guarding the closet door. “Uh...there’s no more. I already checked.” He squeaked.

Y/N raised her one eyebrow in suspicion. “I’m pretty sure there’s a couple.” She fired back, trying to pry Harrison off the closet. “C’mon Harrison. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it is.” Harrison continued to stall. Y/N rolled her eyes, coming closer to him, wiggling her fingers. She tickled his sides, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip started to loosen as he let out fits of giggles. Y/N took the opportunity to quickly open the closet, and grab her glue sticks. She looked around to find if anything was suspicious or worth hiding, but there was nothing.

“You know...you’re acting really weird.” Y/N stated as she walked back to the table to continue her project. Once she was out of Harrison’s sight, he quickly texted Tom about the dilemma. Only to receive:

Time to find a new spot then.

May 30, 2020 (T-Minus 2 Days)

It was Tom & Y/N’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner. The irony both had no clue what one was planning for the other. They were always the type to be truthfully honest to each other, but a few little playful secrets couldn’t hurt. “So, is it just me or is Harrison acting really...strange?” She asked her boyfriend. Tom looked at her, pretending to not know what she was talking about.

“Umm..not sure. He seemed fine to me....Why? What’s happened?” Tom asked casually, focusing on the dishes.

“You know for someone that’s really good at acting, you’re a terrible liar.” Y/N laughed out loud, only to get splashed with water. “Touche. But seriously, he gets so nervous around me. Like someone’s out to get him if I do something he doesn’t expect. I wanted to get glue sticks yesterday in the closet and he straight up guarded the door, saying I wasn’t allowed....in out own closet?! I swear it’s like he’s hiding something in there.”

“Haz, you div.” Tom muttered under his breath.

“What was that babe?”

“Uhh nothing. I was just saying Harrison is a piece of work. Even I couldn’t tell you why he was acting like that.” He lied.

“Uh..huh.” Y/N responded, not buying anything but rather just letting it be.

Tom placed the dishes on the rack, while he came up behind his girlfriend, huggling her tightly from behind. “It’s whatever. But, lets just go back to our room, lay under the sheets, watch some Netflix....have a good time.” He smirked, kissing her temple. “And just cuddle like there’s no one watching.”

“Mmmm. Now that sounds like a plan.” She whispers pulling him to their room.

May 31, 2020 (T-Minus 1 Day)

Y/N only had 1 day left to prepare everything for Tom’s big day. She made sure to stay on top of everyone’s tasks and prepped her gifts for Tom tomorrow. Y/N was extremely proud of everything and everyone that was taking part of her little project. A rare sight anyone would ever see, but the most thing she was proud of was how secretive they were able to keep it that Tom didnt suspect a single thing.

“So, got anything planned for tomorrow?” Tom asked Y/N as she was cooking pancakes.

“Mmm I dont know. Am I supposed to have something to do tomorrow?” She teases.

“Well..” He starts as he takes the spatula out of her hands. “I hear it this div’s birthday tomorrow.” Tom grabs Y/N’s waist, picking her up and placing her on the counter. “And I hear he just wants to spend it with his girls all day long.” Y/N’s legs locked around Tom’s waist as he continues his not-so-obvious birthday wish.

“Oh there’s gonna be more than one girl at this birthday of his huh? He must be quite the player.” She smiles at him, fingers thresding through the small brown hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Well yeah because Tessa is his princess but Y/N, this really cute adorable hot girl who doesn’t think she’s hot but should really start seeing it...that HIS princess.” He explained, kissing every visible spot on her face. “It would make his 24th. Trust me.”

Y/N pretends to stall and think about his wish. He knew he was going to get Y/N and Tom time together no matter what, but where’s the fun in just expecting it. “We’ll see about that birthday boy.”

June 1, 2020 (Party Time!!)

The boys were all out celebrating Tom’s birthday at the golf course at the start of the day. Of course that wasn’t until Tom made sure to get some extra love and attention from his girlfriend first thing in the morning. Y/N quickly rushed to get the decorations in place, while Nikki, Tom’s mother helped in setting the table and getting the food ready with cleR and concise instructions from Sam to ensure they couldn’t mess it up.

“Y/N this was such a wonderful idea. I cant wait to see his face when he comes home.” She exclaims, giving Y/N the most comforting hug.

“Thank you Nikki, I just want it to be perfect for him this year. I mean we’re all in Quarantine and all of us are finally together in one place.” Y/N explains as she places the final ballons up by the doorway.

“Well of this is how you prepare for a birthday, I can’t wait to see how you prep for your wedding.” Nikki responds, only half joking.

“He hasn’t even proposed yet!” Y/N laughs, though the thought makes her stomach flutter in the best way possible. Being married to Tom was all she could ever want in life.

“Well, dont you worry. Im sure it’ll happen, that boy can’t gona second without you I’d be surprised if he doesnt....May just have to chastise him if he takes too long.”

Y/N was starting to grow a bit suspicious. This whole week alone was filled with suspicion. Harrison acting weird, Tom being extra needy and cuddly, Nikki talking about marriage. “Was Tom going to propose soon? “ she thought to herself.

Just in the nick of time, the boys had all arrived after an intense game of golf. They came in bursting in conversation about how great it was, who deserved to win, and of course how Dom was always getting beat at his own game by his sons. Of course the festivities didnt start yet, until Tom took a moment to shower and dress up. It wasnt that he needed to, but for him..it was extremely necessary for today.

Y/N went up to grab her presents for Tom in the work closet, when all of a sudden, a small box landed on her head. She looked up then down towards where the item fell, only to see a sparkling pink and clear diamon cut ring. “Oh my god” she muttered.

“Bullocks.” Tom spoke out loud wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his torso.

“I...uh..Im sorry Tom. I swear I wasn’t looking for it I was just trying to get my gift so I could give it to you. I didnt know this was your hiding spot.” She frantically explains picking up the box and giving it to him.

Tom looked a little disappointed as he stared at the ring. He had worked so hard to keep it a secret from everyone only to get it ruined on his brirthday. “No no no. It’s fine Y/N, really. I just...I was planning on giving this to you next month on your birthday.”

Y/N opens her mouth realizing how bad she messed it up. “Oh my god. Tom Im so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs. “Actually kinda glad you found it. So now I can do this”. Tom gets down on one knee, his towel still wrapped around his torso. “Y/N, I have loved you more than I could ever love anyone in the past 3 years I’ve known you. I swear I could have sworn I was going to marry you the day I met you at the Marvel office with your little black Dell notebook in your hands. Your humor, your kindess, your sympathy and empathy for all living things makes me love you even more. Will you make me the happiest birthday man on earth, and marry me?” He proposes.

Y/N tears up and shakes her head vigorously. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries, repearing the words as she hugs him on the floor. They lean in giving into a passionate kiss, still holding onto each other. Y/N and Tom couldn’t believe it was real. Just a couple of seconds they were boyfriend and girlfriend..now they’re engaged. “Wait. I almost forgot about your presents.” She quickly speaks out grabbing the bag.

“Darling, believe me you were my present. I am beyond satisfied right now.” He chuckles.

“I know, but I got you these too!” Y/N pushes the bag to him. Tom shakes his head as he opens it up find a silver necklace with a retangular pendant, and a major jar full of post- it notes. He observes the necklace and opens up the retangular pendant to find a picture of Y/N and him during their firsf year together. He smiled back at the memory, now seeing as to where they’ve ended uo. Stronger and better than before. Next, he opened the major jar pulling out a small card that read:

For whenever you’re down, need a laugh or missing me.

He picked up a post it note that more pictures of them during their time together with a note saying:

“Remember that you’re the reason we all smile. You are a warm loght of happiness that does not stop giving to the world.”

Tom tears up at the gift. In all his years, no one has ever given him soemthing that held so much sentimental value. “I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for this...for all of this.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Your welcome. I hope you know you mean the world to me too, and I just wanted your birthday to be perfect.”

“It already is...because I have you.” He looks back at her and smiles.

“Cmon birthday boy. Get dressed, we have a party to attend to and news to share .” Y/N laughs as she helps her boyfriend...I mean fiance up. Who said that quarantine birthdays were boring?

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pasiveagressive · 5 years ago

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Dancing With a Stranger / Luke Hemming

One shot full of angst loosely based on the song Dancing with a Stranger by Sam Smith and Normani

I own no rights to the music

Luke didn’t like to complicate things. That’s why his schedule was simple. Eat, sleep, work, drink, repeat. Okay maybe not necessarily in that order but the idea was the same. His life had been that way ever since he screwed up. His girlfriend of 4 years had seen him with his ex in what he is willing to admit looked to be a compromising position, and his life had been a mess ever since.

He had not actually done anything with the girl, she was all over him and he was trying to push her off and inform her that he had a girlfriend that he loved very much waiting at the bar for drinks. This didn’t change the fact Y/N had walked in at the wrong moment while he was pushed against the booth with the bimbo on his lips. She had stormed out only after cussing him out and dumping her old fashioned and his tequila all over him and the girl. Once he had finally got the girl off of him and ran after her, she was getting into the car and leaving. He had tried explaining the situation over calls, well more like voicemails but she blocked his number. By the time he had gotten home her stuff was cleared out of the drawer she had and there was a note on the kitchen counter. The note was covered in mascara tear stains and stated that she loved him and thought that he had loved her too, she went on and on about how she's sorry that she wasted her time with him and that she was sorry that she had made him unhappy. She said that they were over if that isn't obvious. Laying on top of the note is what really broke him, her apartment key. Tears landed on the piece of paper, this time coming from his eyes.

I don't wanna be alone tonight, It's pretty clear that I'm not over you

A month later Y/N wasn’t taking anyone's calls or answering texts, and no one from their tight group of friends knew where she was living. They had all agreed that going to her workplace was too far and didn’t want to be the cause of any public outbursts. He had finally let Ash drag him to a club. He needed to get out of the apartment according to him and the rest of the group. Walking into the club he went straight to the bar. Ordered straight tequila, told the guy he wanted whatever had the highest proof. It had burned going down but after two or three he was too numb to notice. That's when he saw her. The hair, and stature he was sure it had to be her. He walked up to her and asked her to dance. She said yes and pulled him onto the dance floor. Something hadn’t felt right. This girl in his arms was too tall, her hair was not the right color now that he was closer, so he flipped her around and her eyes were not the beautiful y/e/c he was in love with. He pushed the imposter away and basically ran out of the club.

Y/N had a pretty simple routine. Get up, go to work, come home, go to bed. Occasionally she would stop by her favorite coffee place however she knew that he loved black coffee from the little place almost as much as she did. She had accepted that this was now her life. She used to go out with her friends but most of her friends were his friends too and she had “lost” them in the break up. Mikey and Calum had been his friends first anyway, and Crystal was now engaged to Michael, so she obviously couldn’t make her choose between them therefore she distanced herself. They had met KayKay through Ashton so it’s obvious how that went no matter how close the two girls were. On the plus side she now had no obligations to anyone but herself.

Her coworker/ friend had finally talked her into going out some months later. Her boyfriend is a bouncer at this new club she can’t quite remember the name of. She protested but Y/F/N smacked her, yes actually smacked her and asked her if she was going to mope over this stupid guy for this rest of her life. She had been in deep thought, seriously considering it when Y/F/N smacked her again, announced that she would pick up at 9 and said if she protested again she would greatly regret it.

I wasn't even goin' out tonight, But, boy, I need to get you off of my mind

It was eight forty-five and Y/N was dressed but what she was wearing brought back so many memories, once happy now painful. This was Luke’s favorite color on her and so it was once one of her most worn dresses. She was about to text Y/F/N and make up some excuse consequences be damned when there was a knock at her door. Y/F/N told her how smoking hot she looked and then continued to drag Y/N out of her apartment. On their way Y/N decided that this was for the best, she didn’t want to be hung up on him the rest of her life and the best way to avoid that would be to hook up with someone else. When they arrived at the club Y/F/N pulled Y/N straight up to the bouncer, gave him a quick kiss and then walked in. Y/F/N ordered the two of them shots of what Y/N wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she loved the way it was making her feel. They went on to the dance floor and were dancing together. Until a tall, dark and handsome man came up behind her. Her friend took that as her cue to leave and went to find her bouncer boy she supposed, but didn’t really care. All she cared about was how good this man's lips felt against her neck. She turned in his arms and kissed him. This man was a sloppy kisser and she didn’t feel the sparks that she felt when she kissed him. The sparks that she felt when she kissed Luke. No she would push his name out of her mind all she would think about is this handsome stranger in front of her.

Dancing with a stranger

It was a year after the incident when Y/N got the invitation in the mail. “You are cordially invited to the Wedding of Michael Gordon Clifford and and Crystal Leigh Lauderdale on August 24th 2020”. Tears sprang to her eyes. She was so happy for her old friends, but she hadn’t spoken to any of them in almost a year, and she wasn’t sure why she was even on the invite list or how they got her address. She does suppose if they had bothered Y/F/N enough her best friend would have given the address to anyone who said that they used to be part of her life, something she would definitely be talking to the girl about later. She had been deep in thought when arms wrapped around her from behind. Her tall, dark and handsome from six months ago at the club. He asked her what was in her hands and she explained. He smiled, taking it from her and RSVPing her and a plus one. She teased him “oh you're sure you’re sticking around that long?” he had just smiled and put it to be sent out.

Y/F had given Y/N’s address to Crystal she later found out. She rolled her eyes at her best friend and asked what if it had been a serial killer with which Y/F responded with a smile, “then I would have gotten to steal your leather jacket”. Of course later on the girls coffee run they ran into someone else from Y/Ns past. Y/F got to meet Ashton and KayKay. It was awkward and they all wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible except for the girl at her side who just kept talking and talking and talking. Y/N finally told Y/F that if they weren't back in fifteen minutes they were going to get fired, which Y/F tried to say was bologna because Y/N was the boss but she didn’t get the chance as Y/N was basically ripping her arm off pulling her away.

August 1st Y/N and her boyfriend were at dinner and they saw Michael and Crystal. They talked for about ten minutes before Michael mentioned that they had other reservations to get to but they were very excited they were going to be able to come to the wedding. Y/N smiled what she had hoped would be a convincing happy smile and wished them well. What she wasn’t vocalizing is that once upon a time she would have been Maid of Honor in said wedding and she so wanted to ask if Bryana Holly was doing a good job. But she lost that right, so she kept quiet.

August 20th Y/N caught her boyfriend with another woman. She royally flipped out on him and yelled that they were done, and then she went home and called Y/F and cried. Was there something wrong with her? Was she not good enough in bed, not pretty enough, not thin enough? Y/F yelled at her through the phone to get her act together and stop acting like a 15 year old. She told her to take the night, eat lots of ice cream and watch The Fault in Our Stars, but tomorrow she would not let any man get to her. She agreed to Y/Fs terms through tears and hung up. Tomorrow would be better but tonight she would cry.

August 24th Crystal and Michael’s wedding. She was so nervous. She asked Y/F to come with her and the girl had obliged mostly to keep Y/N from drinking too much and puking all over Crystal’s beautiful white dress. Y/N didn’t mind though anything to keep her from facing her past alone. They walked into the church and there was a really awkward moment when the usher asked them bride or groom and Y/N’s brain had no idea what was going on, she just stood there like a fish out of water and Y/F had to reply bride for her even though technically she could sit on either side. They are seated. Michael walks in followed by the bridal party, she knows that everyone of her old friends will be walking down the aisle, including him. Ashton walks down with KayKay, then Calum and his sister Mali- Koa, finally it’s him, Luke, looking so damn perfect. She still knows everything about him and wishes she could forget it but not everyone can flush a four year relationship down the drain so easily. On his arm is the Maid of Honor Bryana, slightly confusing Y/N, Michael had made Luke his Best Man? He has found her in the crowd and locks eyes with her. She wants to look away but can’t find it in herself to. She knows she shouldn’t but she still loves him, with every piece of her she still loves the golden man walking down the aisle. She sighs. She completely missed the ring bearer and flower girl as the processional music begins to play and Crystal walks into the church mom on one side dad on the other. Crystal looks stunning but she keeps wanting to look at Luke. She shakes her head at herself stupid stupid Y/n no more boys. Especially ones that have already broken your heart.

The reception was beautiful. Although she didn’t really expect anything less from Crystal and she was sure that KayKay had something to do with it as well. Y/F was watching her very closely and counting how many drinks she had when Calum came over to them. Cal had been like a brother to Y/N as had all the boys before everything went down so she had to really keep herself together when they hugged. They talked for a bit and Y/N asked him about the tour and if he had found anyone yet. The latter made him roll his eyes but he answered anyway he knew better than to approach the subject of his best friend and lead singer but he did tell her he missed her. He left to go talk to someone else. The night progressed pretty flawlessly, Y/N and Y/F kept to themselves and didn’t get up to dance or talk to anyone. They were actually about to call it a night when Mitchy Collins, a good friend of the band and once upon a time herself asked Y/N to dance. She didn’t want to be rude so she agreed. But she wished she hadn’t the next song that had come on was Luke and hers. Nobody But You by Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani. She had almost gotten through the night without hearing it however it was too good to be true. She held back the tears as she put her arms on Mitchy’s shoulders although the shoulders seemed too tall to be Mitchy. She looked up and froze. There he was. Luke Robert Hemmings. She tried to pull away but he held her, and begged her to hear him out. He was still in love with her. He had never stopped loving her, and that night was not what it had looked like. She wanted to believe him she really did but she knew that before her it was a different girl every week if not every night, so why should she believe him. And she said this to him. He agreed with her that his track record wasn’t the best but she had changed him and she hadn’t even looked at another girl after her. Except one he admitted, he told her about the night that he danced with the stranger at the club, and that is when she kissed him.

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years ago

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Day 24: Nochebuena

A very happy Christmas Eve to those of you for whom that is important! (I’m among you.) We are quite literally hours away from Christmas, and I come to you now with the second to last fic for the 25 days of Kiersey.

In Mexican culture, and most other Latin American cultures as well, Christmas Eve, known as the Good Night or Nochebuena, is the biggest celebration of the Christmas season, surpassing even Christmas Day itself. For this ficlet, I’m taking you for a return into Nando’s backstory, but only about eight months before his arrival at Kiersey. We’ll look at the Christmas Eve of his senior year of high school here, and see some of his family members again, most notably his papa.

An obvious trigger warning for this one: this ficlet is set within the period of time when Nando’s papa is sick with cancer. Not only that, but Nando does a good deal of ruminating on that very fact during what you’re about to read. If that may be triggering for you, you might want to skip out on this one.

I’ll see you tomorrow— and have fun with the Hernandez family.

Nando’s senior year of high school

december 24th, 2017

Sebastián wants this to be a normal Christmas.

After all, Christmas— with all its associated festivities— is his favorite holiday, always has been. And he loves the way his family celebrates it; the Hernandez family goes hard at the holidays, especially at Nochebuena. It’s tonight, the night before Christmas Day, that’s always his favorite of all. They all gather at someone’s house, cousins and aunts and uncles and immediate family all in one place; this year, Sebastián’s own parents are hosting, so he didn’t even have to leave home to celebrate. All night, they enjoy each other’s company, dancing and giving gifts and waiting for Midnight Mass, but most importantly, they cook— for nearly the entire day, Papa and Tio occupy the kitchen, and they go straight on until dinnertime. The past few years, Sebastián, too, has gotten to help, working alongside them just like he does in the restaurant after school.

It’s tradition. It’s family. It’s supposed to be the same, year after year.

Sebastián doesn’t want this year to be any different.

It’s like there’s an elephant in the room— well, an elephant in the kitchen— and either everybody is ignoring it on purpose, or nobody cares. Sebastián guesses he’s being stupid about it. Papa is sick, and he’s gotten well used to that fact, has gotten over the denial and accepted it as truth, and him being sick isn’t going to magically disappear just because it’s Christmas.

Sebastián wonders if it’s only himself, thinking about it, if everyone else has somehow managed to block it out of their minds because it’s Christmas, and why would you think about that on Christmas, even when it’s right here, staring you in the face in your own house—

It’s just… it hasn’t been a very easy year. But Sebastián can’t be selfish. That’s not what Christmas is about. So he’s in the kitchen, helping prep for dinner.

“Here, Sebastián.” Papa seems okay. In good spirits, at least. With a pair of tongs, he pulls a hunk of fatty pork out of a big pot on the stove, and plops it down on a cutting board. “Could you trim this for me, please?”

“Sure!” Sebastián can do this— he can do all of this, all of the cooking, knows these recipes like the back of his hand. He wishes everything else could be as easy as the cooking.

While he trims the pork, he watches Papa in the corner of his eye. He and Tio work side-by-side, just like they do in the restaurant. They speak in low voices, discussing dinner plans. Sebastián feels a little left out, but he knows they don’t mean to leave him. He tries to insert himself anyway. “What time is everyone else coming?”

Here’s the rest on ao3!

#25 days of kiersey #mel writes #ao3 link #my writing #nandoooooooo #tw cancer #ficlet #christmas eve

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mxstyassasxin · 5 years ago

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I Get Off

Work No. 2 of 24 for my 24th. A little lemony Hinny drabble set the night between Harry’s 17th and Bill & Fleur’s wedding. Also available on AO3 and FFN.

Inspired by Halestorm’s I Get Off

*Lemons*

Fleur would be going mad if she knew she was out of bed, rather than getting her beauty sleep before the big day. It had been the final instruction following Harry's birthday dinner.

"Get plenty of sleep."

But then she just had to go and kiss him didn't she. Her stupid idea for a birthday present. Yeah, so it had been a fun idea at the time to give him something to miss her by. But now it had come back to bite her on the arse. She'd done it for him, but she had only gone and made it worse for herself. It stung worse than that time she’d flown straight into the bare branches of their sycamore, and those scratches on her face had not been pretty.

The part of it that was frustrating her the most was that she hadn't been able to handle it. Hence the need for her current midnight wanderings around the Burrow while everyone else slept. Some sort of attempt to get a handle on it. She knew they were leaving so she would just have to accept it. The three of them had something planned, it was so plainly obvious to her, and now that Harry didn't have the trace on him anymore, they'd be buggering of the first chance they got.

She resigned herself to just keep on wandering the Burrow, talking herself round in circles, and hopefully, she would wear herself out so that she could finally get some sleep.

She was too lost in her own self-admonishment that she almost misses it the first time. A whispered "Ginny", just and so reaching her where she had paused on the staircase. She listens and there it is again. Definitely her name.

She follows the soft echo to the closest bathroom, on the landing above her, where she can see the faint glow of someone's lumos beneath the closed door. With her ear pressed up against the old wood, this time she hears a breathy "Ginny...Fuuck", and she definitely knows where she's heard that before.

She pushes the door open enough to slip quietly into the bathroom. When it clicks shut behind her, Harry looks up at the noise, surprised to see her standing there in the light of his wand as if, by praising her name, he had called her there.

"Oh, don't mind me," she grins wickedly. "You just carry on."

She glances down to where his right hand is curled around his cock, and pulls her lower lip into her mouth, remembering all the times she had made him fall apart in her own hands. As her teeth tease her lip, she hears Harry inhale a sharp breath and his hand begins to move again in slow but sure strokes.

He's supporting himself with his left hand braced against the counter, his plaid pyjama trousers pooled around his ankles. A risky move on his part considering he had not locked the door. She watches him for a moment, getting himself off to thoughts of her. The way his hand worked was mesmerising and it was easy for her to recall what else those strong fingers, currently curled around his cock, were so good at.

She ran her tongue over her lips at the thought and heard him take a sharp breath again. Pulling her eyes away from the show, she met the deep green rings of Harry’s eyes, mostly obscured by the blackness of his dilated pupils.

Good, she smiled to herself, realising that he was watching her too.

She held his gaze, the intensity of it causing the pleasure between her legs to swell, and teasingly reached her hand down into the front of her cotton shorts. Leaning back against the door for support, she slid her fingers through her already wet folds and brought them back up to circle slowly over her clit. Around and around the sensitive bud of nerves that Harry knew could be played until she was keening a perfect tune.

When she dipped two of her fingers between her folds to wet them again, she saw Harry jerk slightly and a shiver of pleasure shot through her. She pumped her fingers once, twice, three times and brought them back out to rub her clit again, pinching a nipple between the fingers of her other hand as she did so.

She held Harry's gaze as she brought herself ever closer to her peak, aware of his own hand moving faster out of the corner of her eye. When his eyes begin to flutter closed and his lips part in silent ecstasy, she allows her own eyes to close, throwing her head back against the door, spine arching away from the wood as the movements of her fingers grow frantic.

Her breath is coming faster now, hot and insistent as her hips buck instinctively against her hand. A strangled moan sounds from the other side of the bathroom and her body responds to the noise, tensing in anticipation. She moves her fingers to thrust the final few times into her clenching heat, pressing the tip of her thumb firmly against her clit and gives her own strangled gasp.

The heat of her breath lingers in front of her face, prevented from going anywhere by the other presence in the room suddenly being so very near. She opens her eyes to see those green rings she knows so well flickering beneath dark lashes as they roam over the details of her face, memorising every freckle. They are so close that their shortened breaths are mingling between them. Their lips would be touching if they could stop panting for a second to purse them.

But she can't let that happen again. Not when he will be disappearing tomorrow. So, she turns the door handle behind her back and slips out of the bathroom, closing the door on those piercing eyes.

At least now she would be worn out enough to sleep.

#my fic #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny pov #hp ficlet

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moonstruckholland · 6 years ago

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Honest (Part One)

Word count: 2425

Warnings: Angst, cursing, flashbacks the tiniest tiniest bit of fluff

A/N: Technically, it's the 25th, but let's pretend it's still the 24th and be excited that the first part is finally here! I hope y'all like it, this is my first series so I would love some feedback! My masterlist and taglist are both in my bio!

“I have to start getting ready for class, love,” Harrison said softly, waking you up as he attempted to get out of bed.

“It’s too early. Stay here with me,” you pleaded, a sleepy pout on your face as you tighten your grip on Harrison’s waist.

“I wish I could, darling,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “But it’s the first day, you know I’ll spend the whole day trying to find parking if I’m not early.”

You groaned, reluctantly letting him go. You watched as he walked to the closest, admiring how lovely he looked as the faint sunlight hit him.

You couldn’t help wanting to stay in his presence for as long as you possibly could. So you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, wishing it wasn’t the first day of class so you could drag him back to bed. You rested your head his shoulder, “At least stay long enough to have a cup of coffee.”

“Of course, love. Spending the morning with you is my favorite part of the day.”

You let out a little “yayy” as you sat up, planting a kiss his cheek, before heading to the kitchen to start making the coffee.

While you waited for the it to brew, you threw a bagel into the toaster oven, knowing Harrison wouldn’t have time to eat until sometime in the afternoon.

A loud knock on the door scared you, making you squeal as you dropped half of the bagel you were preparing for yourself on the floor. You sighed, picking it up and throwing it in the trash before answering the door. You didn’t know who to expect when you opened the door, but you sure as hell didn’t expect to see Tom.

You whole body went numb as you took in the sight of him. His hair was a bit longer, his curls falling onto his face as he looked down on his phone, too busy typing something to realize you had even opened the door. You continued analyzing him while he was still preoccupied, taking note of his slightly tanner skin and the way his tight shirt emphasized his muscular arms. You hated to admit it, but he looked good. Much better than the last time you saw him.

You paced around your apartment, anxiously checking your phone every few minutes. Tom was supposed to pick you up from class hours ago. When he didn’t show up, you figured he had overslept and you’d find him where you last saw him earlier that morning; in your bed. But when you arrived at your apartment, only Alex, your best friend and roommate, was there, and she hadn’t seen Tom at all. So, you spent the next couple of hours texting and calling. He never picked up or answered, but you knew he was getting all of it, a little ‘read’ sign popping underneath the spam of messages every once in a while.

“Where is he?” you mumbled to yourself, your stomach knotted with worry as you kept staring at the little screen.

This went on for a while. You would text, call, question where he was and if he was okay. Eventually, the worry started to turn to anger, and by that point you barely bothered to call and maybe send a couple of texts. Clearly, he was okay. He just didn’t want to talk to you.

You tried sleeping, but every time you closed your eyes, your anxiety would naw at you more and more. You imagined him in some horrible situation. What if he had gotten into an accident? Or lost his phone? What if his dumbass got into some kind of a fight and he was sitting in a corner somewhere, broken and alone? You knew deep down he was okay, but the longer you waited, the more your anxiety filled your mind with dark thoughts. You were practically drowning in them.

It wasn’t until Tom stumbled into your apartment, sometime after one in the morning, that you finally felt like you could breathe. You gave him a quick once over, making sure he wasn’t physically hurt in any way. He seemed to be perfectly fine.

Now that you knew he was okay, you let the anger you’d been holding back consume you. “Where the fuck have you been?”

He ignored your question, walking straight into your bedroom, mumbling something about not wanting to fight right now.

“No,” you called after him, “I want to know what was so important that you stood me up on our anniversary.”

He sighed, sitting on the corner on your bed, facing away from you. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I’ll make it up to you.”

You almost laughed at his “apology.” You knew he wasn’t sorry. It wasn’t the first time he said those exact three sentences after fucking up. It was his favorite thing to say lately, and every time you let it slide, choosing to have faith in the man you thought you’ve been counting on for the past two years. It only ended with him let you down every single time. You couldn’t let it go this time. You wouldn’t.

“What’s been going on with you lately?” You were now sitting in front of him, literally on your knees, begging him to let you in. “Whatever is it, I’ll do whatever it takes to help make things better. I just need to know what’s wrong.”

He didn’t even bother to look at you. “Nothing’s wrong, babe. I’m fine.”

You got up, so frustrated you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or cry hysterically, but you were sure what you wanted the most;to sleep. You were so tired, Tom’s shit wasn’t worth putting up with anymore.

“Then get out.”

“What?”

You pointed to the door, “I’m done. Get the hell out.”

You honestly didn’t mean a word that you said. You just wanted him to show some emotion, give some kind of sign that he still cared for you, for your relationship.

He shrugged, “This wasn’t working anymore anyway.” And without another word, he left, only stopping to slam the door behind him.

You weren’t sure if he had left the apartment, but you couldn’t hold back the emotions anymore, falling to your knees as the tears fell in full force.

You stayed like that for a while, not even bothering to get off the floor. You would occasionally fall in and out of sleep, but your mind was too restless with thoughts of Tom to really let sleep takeover.

Eventually you grew tired of lying on the floor, craving the warmth of having someone next you, and just a bed in general. So you forced yourself to get up, planning on sneaking into Alex’s room. You caught sight of the time on your alarm clock and hoped she wouldn’t mind getting some extra company at almost four in the morning.

You opened the door, letting out a little gasp when you found Tom sitting on the floor, his body leaning on the doorframe, asleep and snoring softly. He hadn’t been asleep for long, his nose slightly red and cheeks still wet from crying. You examined him for a moment longer, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and just how pale he looked. Despite how peaceful he seemed while he slept, you could still see how troubled his was. You gently woke him up, wordlessly bringing him to your bed. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you when you crawled in next to him. You could practically hear his relief when you snuggled closer to him.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

You pretended to be asleep, not knowing what to say. You didn’t want to tell him that none of his actions recently were okay, not while he was holding you like his life depended on it, like you would disappear if he let go. Instead, you made a silent promise to him and to yourself that tomorrow would be better, you would make sure of it. Sleep took over not too long after and you dreamt of the perfect anniversary dinner with Tom, the one you should’ve had.

When you woke up a few hours later, Tom and any trace of him were gone. All that was left was a note that read, “I can’t do this anymore.”

It was the sound of Harrison’s voice that brought you back to reality and made Tom look up from his phone with a smile. A smile that quickly disappeared when he when he caught sight of you.

“Y/n?” Harrison called out, making his way over to you. “Who is it, love?”

Still too in shock to answer, you just slowly moved out of the way to reveal an equally shocked Tom. Harrison’s eyes widen as he let out a soft “oh shit” under his breath, making you feel a bit relieved. At least he was just as surprised as you were.

He quickly composed himself, “Tom! I didn’t think you’d be here for a few days.”

Or maybe it wasn’t as much of a surprise as you thought.

“Yeah, I didn’t exactly plan-”

You didn’t stay to listen, letting the boys greet each other and using it as an opportunity to escape to Harrison’s room. You picked up your phone, quickly sending an sos text to Alex, knowing she would understand immediately. As you waited for a reply, you started packing some of your things, preparing to hop out of there the second she pulled up.

‘Maybe I should stay, this is probably just a misunderstanding,’ you shook the thought away, trying not to give in to the idea.

It didn’t matter why Tom had suddenly showed up, all that you were certain of was you couldn't stay by yourself with him. You weren’t too sure what would happen if you did, but you knew you weren’t prepared for it.

Harrison stepped in not too long after, his eyes full of guilt and sadness as he took note of a small pile of your clothes that you usually left for your long visits, now packed neatly inside of your bookbag. “You’re leaving?”

You didn’t bother answering him, too angry to speak. He knew better than anyone about your feelings towards Tom. He was one of the few people that helped mend the broken person you were all those months ago. You couldn’t believe that him of all people would do something like this. not only invited Tom, but all of negative feelings as well, without so much as a single warning.

He hesitantly walked over to you and grabbed your hands, stopping you mid-fold. “At least let me drop you off to wherever it is you want to go.” “You’ll be late to class.” “Please,” he pleaded. “I’d rather to be late to every class than see you walk out while you’re angry with me.” You wanted to decline like the stubborn person that you are, but you knew you couldn’t the second your eyes met his. He looked like a sad puppy, begging you for a chance to explain himself. How could you ever say no? “Fine.” He pulled you in for a hug and planted a kiss on your head, “Thank you, love.”

You nodded, taking a bit of comfort in his embrace. You were still upset, but if you were being totally honest, you would rather be upset and stuck for a short ride with Haz than being alone in the apartment with Tom for any amount of time. As if he had heard you exact thought, Harrison pulled away, telling you he’d be waiting for you in the car. He was out of the room by the time you could process what he said and by that point you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of Tom. You cursed under your breath, you were going to have to face him whether you liked it or not. When you finally had the courage to step out, you found him leaning on the across from Harrison’s room, waiting for you. His jaw clenched, eyes hard as he took a good look at you and the bag in your hand.

He didn’t hesitate to start spewing all the thoughts that were running through his head.

“My best friend, y/n? Really? Out of all the people you could’ve picked to fuck around around with, you just had to pick Haz?” He laughed humorlessly. “Honestly, do you not feel any shame?’

You rolled your eyes. Of course the first thing he would do after so long without a word to each other is pick a fight. You weren’t even surprised that he had figured out a way to make you the bad guy, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

You raised your hand, signaling him to stop before he said another word. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to judge me and ask questions. You’re the one that-” You cut yourself off, so choked up with emotion you felt like you could barely breathe, let alone speak.

His eyes softened for a moment and he reached out to grab your hand. You shook your head, taking a few steps back to widen the distance between the two of you.

“Don’t even think about coming near me right now. Better yet, don’t even think about me at all. Pretend like I’m not even here.”

He looked away guiltily,“How can you expect me to just ignore you?”

You shrugged, “You did a really good job at that for the past eight months, so I’m sure you can manage.” You pushed past him before he could say anything, practically running in an attempt to get out of there as quickly as you could. Your heart was racing and your head was pounding with a headache as you used one hand slam the door behind you, the other tightly holding your things. You considered waiting for Alex, wanting to care about only yourself. Instead you sent a text, telling her to stay home as you took a deep breath and forced yourself to go down to the building’s garage, where you knew Harrison was patiently waiting.

He greeted you when you entered the car, giving you a tentative smile, you faked a smile, feeling numb and wondering what you had done to deserve this. The only comfort you had was the certainty that things couldn’t get any worse.

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marissasmoments91 · 5 years ago

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And so it begins…

The year 2010 my age 18. I had gotten my first job working at a movie theatre, life was great; I was earning my own money and got discounted popcorn and candy whenever I wanted. What more could I want?!

I was always a petite child but carried all of my weight in my belly. I danced consistently all of my childhood so my weight stayed fairly static.

Once I began working and the dance classes lessened my weight slowly crept up and I began to put on what is not so affectionately known as the “freshman 15” (even though I had taken a year off before I started university and wasn’t technically a freshman). My clothes still fit so what was the problem? Nothing in my eyes.

A little under 2 years later I needed a second job; so I got a job working for a chain restaurant.

Here I was again getting discounted food. My life was excellent. I moved my way up the ranks and eventually became a floor manager. Now my meals weren’t just discounted they were free.

You mean I could have free restaurant quality food whenever I wanted? And for free?! You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that chicken parmigiana, curly fries and Caesar salad every day is not a good diet. I only needed to utter the words “I feel like cake” and within 5 minutes I’d have a delicious chocolate cake brought to me by our well intentioned chefs. I got a little bit heavier.

Now you’re probably thinking well how big was she? Now let me just say I’ve never been huge and at this time I ranged between 55 – 60kg. To some that sounds like an ideal weight but a 5 kg fluctuation throughout the year was definitely noticeable in my clothes and on my 5 foot frame the change was always obvious.

In 2015 I got invisalign braces and anyone who has had braces knows how difficult it is to eat. Taking my braces in and out the first few months was painful so I would only take my braces out to eat twice a day. I ate my breakfast and my customary chicken parmigiana during my break at 2pm and then I wouldn’t eat again until the next day. It was with this method that I noticed a weight drop and so did other people. I felt good about myself but as the braces became less painful the more I took them out and started eating normally again and surprise! Surprise! The weight came back.

As an avid gym hater whenever it came up I’d brag that I flat out hated the gym. But it was around this time I thought that I should join one. I joined the local community gym. I’d go do 20 minutes on the treadmill a couple of bicep curls, some crunches and call it a day. This did not last long.

Early 2016 I started working at a hotel, I tried the best I could but let me tell you, having to resist eating the left over breakfast pastries every damn day was difficult and I didn’t often succeed (my personal fav the almond croissants) but then a family friend introduced me to myfitnesspal – a calorie tracking app to help people lose weight. This was perfect I could eat what I wanted and lose weight provided I kept within my assigned calories. It was hard at first but I slowly got the hang of it and dropped some kgs - the lowest I got to whilst using the app was 53.6kg. I was thrilled. I maintained the 53.5 – 55kg weight for the rest of the year.

2017 – I change jobs again moving to another hotel, over the Christmas break I had slowly stopped using myfitnesspal (I figured I didn’t need it) before I knew it I was back up to 59kg. 2 months into the new job and I was promoted to an office role. I was very paranoid about putting on weight as I was no longer moving around all day in the restaurant.

By April I had had enough of the constant fluctuation and began lite n easy. My cousin had started using it and had lost some weight so I thought why not. Coming from an Italian background the food was an adjustment but altogether not terrible. Did I stick to it 100%. NO. I figured since it was a calorie controlled diet if I wanted a piece of cake after dinner with my cup of tea (a weakness of mine) then I could. It would only put me a little over my allocated calories so there was no harm. Right? The weight didn’t go anywhere. Becoming obsessed, I weighed myself every day in order to help control my eating throughout the day. If I was less than the day before I relaxed, if I wasn’t I was super strict.

At June 2017 I was 60kg, I vowed to get my act together and take it seriously, after all what was the point of wasting my money on a product that I wasn’t using properly?

I used events coming up in my life to set goals I wanted to reach. For a family christening in September I wanted to be 55kg and the morning of I weighed in at 55.1kg (I was a bit disappointed but it was pretty much close enough) by October for my cousins 18th I wanted to be 54kg I weighed in on the morning of at 54.1kg. The small goals I set myself seemed to work. I kept on this same trajectory and by 25th November after being super strict for 6 weeks straight I was at my lowest weight I could remember - 53.3kg.I was thin but still 3.3kg from my goal weight. People noticed and complimented me on my weight loss. I was 7kg down in 7 months. I was proud of myself. But was I completely happy, no not really. I hated being invited out anywhere – it stirred a panic in me. Where were we going? What was on the menu? What could I eat? How much would I weigh tomorrow? I managed to get through the silly season with minimal damage to my waistline.

February 2018 I slowed down on the lite n easy I figured I had learnt enough about portion size and calorie controlling that I could do my own breakfasts and just get lite and easy lunch, dinner and snacks. Towards the middle of the year I was fed up as I had hit a plateau and I started to give up.

And then July 2018 I was invited to a black tie industry awards night.

I bought my dress and whilst it fit, losing a couple of kilos wouldn’t go astray. “I know I’ll drop my calories as low as I can” I thought – after all losing weight is calories in vs calories out so the lower my calories means I would lose more weight right?!

I dropped my calories to 700- 800 calories a day. For three weeks straight I did this and let me tell you it was not healthy or fun. I was tired, angry and moody. I snapped at anyone and refused to even look at any other food no matter how many times my mum tried to get me to eat more, but I was 26 so there wasn’t much she could do (I actually think that any time she prepped food for me she added more in than what I asked just so I would be eating more)

I lost over 3kgs in 3 weeks. The day after the event I weighed myself and I had put on over 2kgs. I wasn’t happy.

If you have stuck with me this far into my story you can probably guess how the rest of the year went. I dropped down again to the 53’s and then back up to the 58’s each day weighing myself and being pissed off if my weight had gone up by even 100g.

Heading in to November I had a holiday booked to Hawaii. As it drew closer I kept telling myself I’d drop my calories again but just the mere thought of having to always be hungry and cranky was enough to convince me not to do it. I wanted to at least be 53kg when I left since I knew I’d put on weight over there. I figured if I’m really thin when I get there and put on 5kg I would only be 58kg when I came back and I could lose the weight again. After all I had before.

So about 3 weeks out I thought I better start prepping and again I dropped my calories to 700 – 800 by skipping lunch and went for a 30 min walk outside of the office instead. I dropped weight but only reached low 55’s. That would have to do and I vowed to myself I’d join a gym when I got back and lose the weight properly once and for all.

I went to Hawaii and I ate what I wanted – why the hell not I was on vacation!

I came back early December, I was scared to get on the scale. I weighed 64kg. I had put on just under 9kg in 10 days. How was it possible? I was mortified, upset and angry. I got straight back to dieting and did join a gym. I managed to lose a couple of kilos but a family tragedy resulted in some comfort eating and my weight ballooned back up to 64kgs.

This brings me to 24th December 2018 where the story really begins…

#healthy #health #bodyimage #gym #fitness diet caloriesinvscaloriesout

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jessiewre · 5 years ago

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Day 51

Mon 24th Feb

🎉 🎈 🥳 PHILS BIRTHDAY 🎁 🎂 🍰

As he’d warned, Phil woke up with the birthday demand that we head straight to the sea to be the first ones in. I slightly rolled my eyes as he woke me up from my slumber but it was his birthday. Then of course as you’d expect, it was actually awesome. There were only a few people milling around walking up the beach or opening up their businesses and the sunrise in the bay looked amazing. It was super quiet & calm, the perfect way to start the day.

As we walked back, we swung by the restaurant as they set up for breakfast and they gave us some hot milk with coffee sachets & mugs etc so we could have coffees on our balcony as the sun rose. ROMANTIC OR WHAAAT. Once back in the room, I offered to go and get more sachets - classic secret agent cover - and ran back to the restaurant to help Wendy set up the table as planned. She was collecting petals from the floor when I arrived and revealed she’d decorated the table once already but the fan had blown it all away. Nightmare 🌸🌺.

I helped prep and decided not to correct her spelling as she laid the petals on the table.

JES 💓 FIL

Another lady who worked there came over to see if she could help and saw me trying to prep the presents. My plan was to wrap them in napkins and hide them around the room, but I had stuffed them all into a small bag to hide them over the last week and this had resulted in some extreme creases. She looked at this pile of creased material and scrunched up her face

‘Are these Phil’s presents?’ she asked, clearly very unimpressed by my presentation. She insisted on taking them away to iron them for me and hey, who was I to argue.

I eventually completed by napkin-wrapped treasure hunt now with ironed goods 😏 and went back to the room with coffee sachets with a solid cover story.

‘You’re not gonna believe this, they had run out of coffee. Someone had to go get some from a nearby hotel’

I think he actually believed me too. It’s both impressive and worrying how good I am at lying and how easily Phil believes me when I do.

As we walked towards the restaurant, I got a phone out to film Phil’s reaction and he began to get really awkward and nervous as he imagined a group of dancers and singers were ready and waiting for him - but then he saw the table was the surprise and was really happy. Not as happy as Wendy though who was SO excited. I can appreciate that for many people, organising surprises is actually way better than receiving them yourself.

The 1st gift of the skittles were in a bowl on the table and the English mustard was proudly placed above a plate they had decorated with the words:

‘35th Happy Birthday Philly G’.

In that order.

Then Phil began his treasure hunt. Phil found presents in the plants, hanging out of windows, on chairs, behind lamps, all while awkwardly walking around the restaurant amongst other guests. I enjoyed it very much.

So, opening the presents. Crunch time. Well he absolutely LOVED the shorts and put the first pair on immediately. Knew that would happen. Then the bracelets went down an absolute treat too! He donned his Boy Bangle with great pride.

Now onto the shirt. I must admit I was sweating slightly when he opened the shirt. He made a bit of a Geraldine noise of ‘Mm hmm’ at first and I thought Uh ohh. Then he was like ‘Oooooh, wow!’ which again had a real McCusker-ness about it - but THEN he was like ‘Wow its really great!’.

I couldn’t believe it - he loved it. The mustard shirt was a win!

The head band was a winner too and his card was the ultimate the cherry on top - one night in a luxury Maasai lodge where we could do spear throwing and he could have a massage. PLUS it was booked for when his mate Chet would be visiting us for a week! He was SO happy and I had just completely won birthdays.

We enjoyed our breakfast and just when Phil was a really relaxed, the clinking of the cutlery started faintly in the distance. Phil looked at me with a face full of nerves and a bead of sweat trickled down his brow. I smiled like the evil genius I am.

The kitchen door opened and closed again as the staff assessed the room, god the anticipation was building, and then the good ol’ Kenyan conga began! The group of 10 or so staff included the gardeners, the waiting staff, the chefs and more and they sang for Phil like he was a close member of their family. One of them was carrying a huge cake decorated in green, orange and white (#IRELAND4EVA) with the Happy 35th Birthday Philly G message on and then when they sang happy birthday, some of them even said Philly G. It was hilarious 😂. There was a section where they sang How old are you now and Phil would chip in with ‘35’! It was so great.

After what seemed like a very long time, the performance stopped and Phil thanked everyone, cutting the cake up to share around the room with the other guests. We then went to the kitchen in the back to share it out with all the staff and make sure everyone got a piece.

It was a pretty fun packed morning and Phil was thrilled with it all while I was relieved to have my agent duties completed. We went to the pool where the good vibes continued, playing some sick games with the space hopper and doing a lot of handstands like the adults we are. Barry rocked up (it wouldn’t be a happy birthday without an special guest appearance from Barry) and he’d been shopping. Time for the full low down. He’d decided to get some gifts for friends back home but some chump tried to charge him $7 per sarong and Barry knew it should be $5 - so he weren’t ‘appy about that and he took his business elsewhere.

The good news is he found somewhere to buy his 5 sarongs for his hareem of women but the even better news was still to come when Phil asked him what else he got.

‘I got a kilo of turmeric for $4, half for me half for my mate’

Phil and I were slightly shocked by this announcement, but a little impressed too. Phil asked him what he was planning to do with it.

‘Juice in the morning. Yeah, you blend it, makes a hell of a mess of the blender though, stain wise, awful.’

You know what. At this moment, I decided I was going to really miss Barry.

We asked him why he had it and he said ‘Health init. I try. When it runs out I won’t bother though’.

Good old Barry and his turmeric juice. Good luck to the guy.

Phil chose the Swahili restaurant for his birthday lunch (minus Barry I’m afraid) and they kindly gave him a slice of cake as a starter to celebrate. Then as we left, they gave us ANOTHER slice of cake as well as 3 sweet donut balls! They realllly love a birthday in Kenya! Might start saying its Phil’s birthday a bit more often. We walked to the supermarket to get birthday beers and I gave a bit of cake to the grumpy supermarket till lady who very nearly smiled.

At 17:30 we were about to leave our room for a trip to the beach in the cooler evening sun when our room phone rang. Turned out Agatha on reception had made the dinner reservation I asked for the day before - but we were meant to be there at 17:30. Oops...we asked her to delayed it and went to the beach to enjoy a swim in the sea with a beer before heading off to get ready.

Phil’s mustard shirt made its premier appearance and it was then Phil noticed the pocket was a little skewiff. By skewiff, I mean it was practactically under his armpit. Oh well, he wore it anyway and we headed for dinner at Hemingways, the most luxury resort in the area, with Phil’s cash firmly safe in the depths of his armpit.

It was a beautiful setting. The food however was SO disappointing.

Phil went rogue and ordered crispy squid as a starter and the dish had far more tentacles than he was anticipating. My bruschetta starter was ok.

But the worst bit was our mains. Phil’s mushroom risotto was SUPER bland and my ravioli was so poor I didn’t finish it. The waiter asked if everything was ok and much to his surprise I told him No. We’d had a laugh with him up until that point so he went and got us two chocolate mousse desserts to apologise.

Well he shouldn’t have bothered, cos they tasted like cooking chocolate from the 90s mixed with a bit of Nutella. Phil took a giant spoonful and dared himself to eat it in one to avoid having to leave so much of it on the plate.

We asked the restaurant to sort us out a tuc tuc but then we refused to pay $3 for the one they offered out of principal as it was double what we’d paid to get there!) Then we ended up walking along the main road in the dark to find a tuc tuc. The joke of it all was that after paying $55 for the meal and it suddenly dawned on us that we were now sweating and walking for the sake of $1.50. We had to laugh about it.

Despite the dung food & tuc tuc fun, we had a great day and Phil went to bed a happy 35 year old, with the agreement that we would work out when we were leaving Watamu tomorrow...

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thelarryficrecplace · 7 years ago

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Larry Fics Masterpost - Christmas Edition

Hello again, sorry for some reason I could not find this post so I had to repost it (props to me for making 3 drafts ey)! Anyway it’s freezing outside, so I hope these Christmassy fics keep you warm:

all the lights are full of colour by infinitelymint:

Summary: So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

Word count: 26,727

love is a word (you gave it a name) by hattalove:

Summary: “It’s worth it anyway,” says Harry, looking into Louis’s eyes. He’s untucked his hair from behind his ear, and it falls down in silky strands to obscure his face. He looks so painfully young, even after everything. Louis’s strong, strong boy. “Just for the two of us. We get to be selfish for a little while.”

it's christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

Word count: 21,413

We Will Find Our Way by supernope:

Summary: Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?”

Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.

Word count: 9,580

every time i run, i keep on falling on you by hazmesentir:

Summary: AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis' friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.

Word count: 12,111

Tis the Season for...Love? by AFangirlFantasy:

Summary: Prompt: Harry seems to have it all: A successful career as a pastry chef, a Victorian home in London, and a dedicated boyfriend who he's been with for years.

One day he stops by his boyfriend's apartment to surprise him and finds out that he's not so dedicated to Harry after all. Shocked and too depressed to celebrate, he decides to skip Christmas and on a whim leaves on a plane to New York. In New York he meets Louis…

Or...Louis might just be what Harry's needed all along.

Word count: 27,958

Candles On Air by isthatyoularry:

Summary: Harry’s smile is filled with unconditional love — just not the right kind. Louis has told himself for years that it’s okay. Harry loving him the way he can is enough. Each year it gets a little harder to repeat the same mantra."

It gets better. It will pass. His friendship is enough."

Harry has taken the liberty of putting on classic Christmas tunes on the speaker in the kitchen, and as their shared flat isn’t the largest Louis can hear Mariah Carey’s crooning from where he’s perched on the small sofa in the living room. Harry is on the floor, humming along. And yes. All Louis wants for Christmas is Harry.

A Christmas AU ft. Pining, Heartbreak, and maybe A Happy Ending.

Word count: 29,666

Snowed Under by ModestlyHomo:

Summary: Louis picks up a hitchhiker on Christmas Eve.

Word count: 10,192

Under that Damn Mistletoe by hickeystyles:

Summary: Louis' heart froze when he looked over and saw Liam whispering in Harry’s ear and nodding towards the mistletoe. Louis’ eyes widened comically before he dove out of sight so Harry couldn’t see him standing under the mistletoe like an idiot, or worse, like he was part of Liam’s plan to have Harry kiss him.

Or a Christmas Party AU where Louis is in love with his best friend Harry and everyone else is trying to force the two of them under the mistletoe together.

Word count: 9,923

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And Your Children) by hazzboolarry:

Summary: Harry finds himself at Tesco on December 24th for a quick grocery shopping with his daughter Leah.

He thought he’d come back home with a few things for dinner (and probably a few that Leah slipped through the cart without him noticing).

He absolutely did not think about the possibility of meeting a gorgeous single father of two children.

And inviting him to his Christmas Eve dinner at home.

[Christmas Fic with single parents Harry and Louis, they meet at Tesco, Louis is struggling with money but no fear because Harry is there and it’s just really cute]

Word count: 11,307

at candle glow and mistletoe by tomorrows:

Summary: “I swear to God,” he mumbles under his breath as he squeezes them on, “if this is all a ploy to kidnap me, I’m going to feel no guilt for keeping your jacket.”

“Just trust me, alright?” Louis holds his hand out for Harry once the other man straightens up, his soft face flushed in a way that only the holiday rush can do. “I couldn’t hurt you if I tried, Harry Styles.”

Harry places a tender hand over Louis'. “Okay,” he answers, a little breathless. “I trust you.”

an au where louis is santa, harry is a single dad, and niall is the worst reindeer to ever exist

Word count: 5,890

all i want for christmas is by crybaby:

Summary: With Harry up against his side, his little four year old snuggled in his lap like it’s her favourite place, Louis could really believe they’re a real little family, off to their chalet to spend Christmas in the snow. A real little family where Louis would have the luxury of kissing Harry under mistletoe and rolling around in the fresh snow with him, taking him upstairs to his bedroom and fucking him to keep him warm.

Word count: 17,884

Chestnuts Roasting... And All That by elsi_bee:

Summary: Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

Word count: 46,760

Make My Wish Come True (Baby All I Want For Christmas Is You) by larrymylove:

Summary: Louis has just agreed to spend the holidays with his family, and to bring Harry along with him. There's just one problem...he and Harry have broken up, and are wanting to avoid telling everyone until after the holidays. The fake/pretend relationship AU with a twist.

Word count: 29,549

as long as there's christmas by soleilouis:

Summary: louis and harry decide to spend part of their christmas holiday at disneyland. their kids could not be more pleased.

Word count: 4,648

Rated R by cherrystreet:

Summary: Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry's family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

Word count: 7,635

wrap me up like a present and put me away by clicheanna:

Summary: It’s Christmas time and as Louis’ best friend, Harry needs to make sure he doesn’t feel lonely during the merriest part of the year. Maybe putting anonymous notes in his locker isn’t the best way, but, technicalities.

He’s not going to do it. It’s ridiculous. Zayn is wrong. There is absolutely no reason for him to result to this.

But Zayn’s stupid prick voice and idea has been stuck in his head. And it was like, three in the morning, and he couldn’t remember why it was a bad thing to just try.

And now he has 135 words written on the paper (he counted) and everything he forgot about in the middle of the night comes flooding back. Louis will find out. It’s inevitable. He will, and he’ll never want to speak to Harry again. He’ll think he’s a freak who puts notes in people’s lockers about their undying love for them. It’s not worth it to find out whether he thinks petty crushes are cute or not.

Harry clenches the paper around his fingers.

He’s not going to do it.

Except he is.

Word count: 8,882

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) by dea_liberty

Summary: Louis is a Christmas elf that thinks Christmas has lost its magic, which is not surprising, really, when he works at Toys "R" Us. Working in retail at Christmas time can kill anyone's Christmas spirit. Harry is a customer that comes in looking for a present for his goddaughter and finds something else worth writing to Santa for. It’s the last Saturday before Christmas and, at this precise moment, he’s never, ever hated Christmas more. “No,” he hisses into the phone for what he feels like the thousandth time in the space of about a minute. “I can’t get another three hundred Playstations just because some stupid popstar tweeted about it.” He stomps down the next aisle. As luck would have it, it’s the fucking Barbie and Ken doll aisle and right there in front of him is a doll of the bloody popstar in question. Louis wants to step on it.

Word count: 7,696

Let It Snow by foxandbee:

Summary: It’s Sunday the 1st when Louis realises that, oh crap, it’s December. And he really only realises this because he walks out of Sainsbury’s and straight into a tiny, tiny human. Frosty the Snowman cuts off abruptly when the rest of the choir notices that Louis has just flattened their soprano.

Or the one where Harry's a Christmas caroller and Louis' a bit silly and it takes them almost a month to get their shit together.

Word count: 4,856

Didn't think it would work out by swirlingchaos:

Summary: There was no way he could let it happen, the prospect of working with Harry for the next two months or so seemed like a nightmare specially designed for him. From hell. By the devil himself, probably. Perfect torture, fit amazingly well with the self-destructive path he’d been on for a year now, Louis clearly had to say no.

“‘Course, yeah, I’ll clear it with Simon then, brilliant, cheers mate,” Fuck.

Or, Louis is a primary school teacher, Harry has a 7-year-old son in his class, Louis has a 1-year-old crush on Harry, and they have to put on the school's Christmas play. Brilliant.

Word count: 16,396

A Rhythm In Rush by fondleeds:

Summary: They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

Word count: 40,010

Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics :

Summary: 10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

Enter Harry Styles, who's new to town. He and Louis are immediately drawn to one another. Louis doesn't tell Harry about Zayn, because they're just friends (who are married.)

Harry finds out on Christmas Day, Louis/Zayn's "anniversary".

Word count: 35,549

Love Actually, is all around. by satellitemoments:

Summary: Louis is Prime Minister and Harry his fortunate catering manager.

Word count: 16,561

Night Changes by louhearted:

Summary: Harry is buying last minute Christmas gifts for a party on Christmas Eve and gets snowed in the store with cashier!louis. Featuring side ziall and Liam, Niall and Zayn as Louis' best mates.

Word count: 29,743

All I want for christmas is you by Tita:

Summary: The one where Louis is a pining punk, Harry is the school’s sweetheart, and a miss sent text at a Christmas party turns out to be the best possible present.

Word count: 2,950

beautiful star by tommoandbambi:

Summary: “You know, when I pegged you for a druglord, I wasn't exactly challenging you to make me believe that you actually are one. What is this place?” Louis says after he swallows over the mild panic that's building up in his throat over the fact that he's literally sitting in front of the cause of his teenage sexuality crisis.

Word count: 17,220

Potions and Presents and a Partridge in a Pear Tree by b0yfriendsinl0ve:

Summary: Harry has a bit of a crush, it's Christmas and there's chocolate.

Word count: 7,052

December 23rd by dinosaursmate:

Summary: He scanned the shop floor, disappointment starting to bubble in his gut before he spotted the familiar face emerging from the back room, efficiently stacking boxes onto a previously empty shelf.

“Well! If it isn’t my favourite curly-haired little elf.”

Harry spun around with comic speed and a grin split his face immediately.

“Louis!” He said, looking like he was about to fling himself into Louis’ arms, stopping himself at the last second. “How’s it going?!”

“Not bad, you?”

Harry just nodded, straightening that same green hat upon his head. “Need some help?” Louis enlists the help of a blushing, curly haired shop assistant to find all his Christmas presents and ends up receiving one of his own.

Word count: 7,757

O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree! (thy candles shine so brightly) by throughthedark:

Summary: “So Harry,” Louis said solemnly. “My sisters and I are determined to find the very best tree this place has to offer. Do you feel up for the challenge?”

AU where Louis needs a Christmas tree and Harry just so happens to work at a Christmas tree farm.

Word count: 9,831

can't blame gravity by karamelised:

Summary: They have a tradition on their birthdays.

Word count: 11,931

underneath the christmas tree by suspendrs:

Summary: Good morning, and happy birthday to ME! You’ll be happy to know that I went ahead and planned out your present to me, so you can return that awful watch (sorry I peeked, I couldn’t help it) at your liesure leisure (?) and do this instead! I’ve planned a scavenger hunt for you, and I’ll see you at the finish line. Your first clue is hidden inside my favorite box of cereal. Love you! -L

Louis sends Harry on a scavenger hunt on Christmas Eve.

Word count: 17,792

If Only in My Dreams by jupiter_lou:

Summary: Harry considered the situation silently for a moment. "Listen, I’m only going home through New Year’s Day. If you wanted to, you could come home with me for the week?" The sentence morphed into a question as he watched Louis's face drop open with surprise.

"I couldn't do that, Harry," Louis dismissed, eyes widen with incredulity. "We barely know one another, and I could never intrude on your family time like that!"

"What better way to get to know me than to spend time with the people who shaped me into who I am today?"

OR the one where Harry's new flatmate, Louis, needs a place to spend Christmas, so he invites him to spend it with his family. When they arrive, everyone thinks they're dating.

Word count: 13,914

Let Me Give You My Life by midnightskies:

Summary: Gemma has one rule for Louis while he stays with her family at Christmas; not to hook up with her little brother, so of coursethat's the one thing Louis does.

Word count: 14,258

let this one gift last forever by larryshares:

Summary: harry plays santa at the mall every year, and one day he meets a quirky little girl who instantly captures his heart. it doesn't take long for her father to do the same.

Word count: 10,607

give me my chance and give me my wings by sopattable:

Summary: Harry never really wanted to put a name to the face…or the ass… but now he has it, and now he has to buy it a present.

A University AU where Harry’s a music student, Louis takes theatre, and Niall’s the captain of Secret Santa and relationships. Also included is singing, pranks, and way too many fruits and vegetables.

Word count: 18,803

my world is filled with cheer (and you) by rbbsbb:

Summary: AU. They're all in Secondary school together, and Harry isn't new to pining. The annual Secret Santa gift exchange is on, though, and when he pulls Louis' name, Harry decides that he needs to get his boy the best present that he could ever ask for.

(Or, Harry is in love with Louis, his best mate, and is his Secret Santa this year.)

Word count: 11,643

Pining for You by peanutbutterapple:

Summary: Harry sells Christmas trees. Louis doesn't mean to buy so many of them.

Word count: 9,764

There Is a Light by perfectdagger (sincerelyste):

Summary: Louis and his daughter have had a pretty bad year and things start to change when Harry tries to buy the same doll Louis intended to buy for his little girl for Christmas.

Two girls.

Two fathers.

Two families, meeting and becoming exactly what the other needed during the holidays.

Christmas/New Years AU in which Harry and Louis are single parents and they meet at an odd encounter at the toy shop and somehow, they end up together, bonded by their little ones.

Word count: 17,880

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by hilourry:

Summary: “Have you been a good boy this year, Louis?” Harry mumbles into Louis’ neck, leaving a big fat bruise there for everyone to see. The girls are going to make snarky comments about this tomorrow, Louis thinks.

“I tried to be, I really did, but I just love being naughty. I couldn’t help myself, I hope I don’t get coal in my stocking,” Louis pouts, starting to nip on Harry’s jaw.

“Mm, well, Santa sent me here to punish you,” Harry smirks, gripping Louis’ thighs.

or Louis and Harry are married with two kids and another on the way. They celebrate Christmas as a family.

Word count: 5,003

let your heart be light by scagnetism:

Summary: When they crawled into bed that night, Louis cuddled into him with hazy eyes, whispering into his neck, “I’m so happy, Hazza,” and Harry will never get tired of that.

He’ll never get tired of being a part of this family and sharing Christmas with them.

Or, Christmas with the Tomlinson family.

Word count: 3,430

where the lovelight gleams by midnights:

Summary: louis has spent exactly sixteen christmases with harry. he's been in love with him for exactly ten.

ft. stupid, silly boys who don't know they're in love, an ot5 sleepover, and christmas eve with the tomlinson-deakins

Word count: 8,027

Wise Men Say Only Fools Rush In. by hemakeshimstrongx:

Summary: "Louis has only had his breath taken away a few times, none of them caused just by looking at another human being. But he's looking at Harry and he can barely breathe but he wouldn't have it any other way."

[or: Louis takes Harry home for Christmas, and realizes that he doesn't ever want to have another Christmas with anyone but Harry.]

Word count: 9,565

If Only in My Dreams by shipsdrifting:

Summary: When a snowstorm delays their flights and strands them both at their university during the start of winter break, Harry and Louis find each other. And with a little help from their friends, they might even get to keep each other.

Word count: 20,604

Yours In Fractions by FullOnLarrie:

Summary: Louis and Harry are strangers who, because of a mix up, share their mutual friend's apartment and bed over the holidays.

Word count: 23,585

Time and Ten by aclosetlarryshipper:

Summary: "Don’t you think it’s weird that when you get older, Christmas doesn’t really feel the same?”

Harry wishes he could say something helpful, but he knows Louis is right. Once you begin to have to give gifts instead of simply receive, the lost feelings of wonder and excitement are irreversible.

“I guess that means you just have to bring the magic yourself,” Harry says.

(Harry and Louis are babysitters who meet in line for Santa.)

Word count: 21,762

It's Grand Just Holding Your Hand by embro:

Summary: As a part of a charity drive, the students could buy their classmates Christmas-themed gingerbread biscuits.

Harry's got to be the only person in school that's not got anything, but the pretty boy who wears reindeer jumpers and festive suspenders might just be making it all worth it.

Word count: 3,245

Nothing Left to Lose by loviedovielou:

Summary: Louis fucking hates Secret Santa.

Word count: 6,090

as soft as midnight whispers by thispieceofmind:

Summary: au. louis only likes christmas on christmas, and harry wants his birthday to be perfect.

Word count: 6,069

every december (your star lights the sky) by larrystomlinsons:

Summary: Louis needs a date for the Christmas dance and Harry is the wingman that has feelings for him.

Word count: 17,793

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas by itsprobablylarry:

Summary: “Gemma, who the fuck is that?” Louis hisses as he watches her wave back with a big smile.

Her brows furrow for a second as she looks at Louis. “What? That’s my brother, you dork. Told you he’d pick us up, didn’t I?”

Well fuck. Apparently, Mr. Handsome over there is Gemma’s brother. And Louis is spending a week with him. Pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend. Shit.

(Basically: Gemma brings ‘her boyfriend’, Louis, home for Christmas and her brother is really hot.)

Word count: 8,106

Home for Christmas by haloeverlasting:

Summary: Or, the one where Harry didn't think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong.

Word count: 22,004

Holiday Secrets by mafkaast:

Summary: Harry Styles, a charming, kind and family-oriented lad, is in his second year of University, studying abroad in the United States.

When Harry can’t afford to go home for Christmas, his roommate William Tomlinson takes him along to his family. William rarely talks about or visits his own family and seems very private about his twin brother Louis.

Immediately upon meeting William’s large, loud family, Harry is intrigued with Louis. He is alluring yet awfully shy and secretive.

And even when they grow closer to each other, Louis continues to remain somewhat frightened and distant. What is Louis hiding, what is his secret?

Word count: 83,922

Wrapped in Red by QuickedWeen:

Summary: Louis backs himself into a corner and has two days to find a date to bring to the Horan Family's big annual Christmas party to both appease his mother, and show up an ex-boyfriend. In the midst of Christmas shopping and trying to work out his dilemma, he meets Harry Styles, the cute volunteer behind the charity gift wrapping booth.

Word count: 15,189

make my wish come true by deblond:

Summary: “Did you know that there’s a hole in your tights?”

“Yes,” Louis answers with as much dignity as he can muster. “Any particular reason you’re staring at my ass, Harold?”

“It’s a good ass,” Harry says smirking. “And it’s Harry.”

Or, Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

Word count: 4,708

Just Hold On by sincewewereeighteen:

Summary: "Everyone’s in the living room. Dan’s family has come and gone, they’ve done the dishes, and Harry’s parents went their way too. He stayed, because everybody asked him to. Well, everybody but Louis. Still. He stayed."

Word count: 8,774

Kiss Me on This Cold December Night by hopeneverdies:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a year three football (soccer) player attending a university that fosters international students in Ontario, Canada. Harry Styles is a year one student living in the same building and is obsessed with the Green Bay Packers. Louis thinks Harry's a wanker while Harry can't figure out why Louis doesn't like him. A blizzard keeps them and their mutual mates from flying home for Christmas. Will Louis ever see Harry for who he really is? Will they both be able to overcome past heartbreak and open up to someone again?

Word count: 34,489

Maybe We're Perfect Strangers (Maybe We'll Stick Together) by FallingLikeThis:

Summary: Or Louis works for a gossip site and, when it comes to light that ex-musical partners (and lovers) Harry Styles and Ed Sheeran are spending the holidays together, he's sent to see if the reunion the world's been waiting for is in the works. But at the cost of his own holiday with his family. Louis really hates this job.

Word count: 24,589

you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by xxPayne:

Summary: (or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.)

Word count: 6,281

I Can't Even Separate Love From Lust by RedPhoneBooth:

Summary: Louis and Harry have a one night stand, but it all turns a bit more serious when they have to pretend to be a couple over the holidays. Things were fun and casual at first, but feelings change and Harry should really be aware of who's around when talking out loud.

Word count: 19,072

we’ll wake up in the snow and bury all our trouble by immortalized:

Summary: Or, on the way to his mum's house for Christmas, Louis finds himself in a bit of a dilemma, but he also finds himself a cute boy.

Word count: 10,767

Everything I Need I Get From You by moodlighting:

Summary: Historical AU. It's two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

Word count: 8,224

Pizza My Heart by Happilysunlight (sunlight), yslstagram (lindseyloveslouis):

Summary: Plans fell through, and Louis ends up alone for his birthday and Christmas. He gets a little tipsy and decides to order pizza put on a show for the delivery boy.

Harry’s just elated he gets to deliver a pizza to the boy he’s had a crush on for years.

Word count: 13,035

Snow by protagonist_m:

Summary: AU in which Louis and Zayn are meant to be, except for how they aren't, and Louis is trapped in some weird cross between Requiem For a Dream and Love, Actually. All just in time for Christmas.

Word count: 28,171

All I Want For Christmas Is Lou by ologist:

Summary: Harry doesn't expect to find an elf living in his Christmas tree, but Louis is quite lovely enough to make up for the shock.

Word count: 5,606

your eyes are like starlight now by babyboylouis:

Summary: or the one where louis hates his job as an elf at the shopping mall, but hates it a lot less when he meets olivia and her hot daddy

Word count: 2,132

On The First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me.... by larrymylove:

Summary: Harry never wanted to attend a Christmas party with his mortal enemy Louis Tomlinson. He especially never wanted for anyone else to see the gag gift he brought along for the host. But now Louis' tearing into the gift, and life never tends to always work out quite the way you expect.

Word count: 5,925

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by panicmoonwalk:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis and Harry’s Christmas holiday at Hogwarts is rudely interrupted when they’re dragged off on a tropical wizard’s vacation, featuring some angry centaurs, a spell gone wrong, and the ‘weirdest birthday anyone’s ever had. Ever’.

Word count: 19,055

precious little thing by Anonymous:

Summary: a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.

Word count: 21,034

Frozen Hands to Hold by hickeystyles:

Summary: Christmas AU where Harry is spending the holiday alone until he meets Louis who invites him to spend Christmas with his family and friends. Harry may or may not be in love with him at first sight.

Word count: 41,586

Pass the Cranberry by iwillpaintasongforlou:

Summary: (Or, the one in which Harry and Louis fuck very, very quietly in his childhood bed on Christmas night so as not to wake the countless sleeping Tomlinsons just beyond those four thin walls.)

Word count: 3,552

doorbell rings, we're not listening by bottomlinsons (grimgrace):

Summary: At approximately quarter past three in the morning, Harry is woken by a thump. Louis is gone, he notices first. Santa’s kidnapped him, he thinks next. (Or: A Christmas AU wherein Louis has bad habits and Harry loves him anyway.)

Word count: 2,186

i'll be home for christmas by suspendrs:

Summary: Or, Louis and Harry can’t decide where to go on Christmas.

Word count: 12,609

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by: Mary Angelyn Villa

MONDAY, 21ST JUNE 2021

I have so many words to say but let's start by describing my day, exhausting and enervating. I haven't slept a wink these past few days because of all the piled school work intended to be passed this Friday and Saturday. There is no time for relaxation nor recharge if I want to graduate. But, I was able to end this day productively. I started my day by preparing myself, took my breakfast. Afterward, I took a shower which I honestly do not do every day, but I needed to start the week with a good shower. I choose to wear sweatpants and my all-time favorite hoodie for the reason that I will be lurking all day in front of my laptop's screen; I must be comfortable and in a perfect state to have progress and for me to be able to finish by Friday or Saturday all of my homework. Of course, there are times that I want to procrastinate, but I couldn't, especially whenever I would check my email or subject group chat and see that there are more requirements being given. And this keeps me going. While we were having our dinner, I could even remember that all that I could think of is what shall I insert or include in one of my schoolwork. Restless, eh? Now, I feel what it feels like to be a graduate student. It was past midnight when I decided to stop and rest. I have the progress that I need, anyways. It was just Monday, but I am already exhausted.

TUESDAY, 22ND JUNE 2021

Today, I choose to be productive. With all of my homework that is intended to be submitted by the end of the week, who wouldn't choose to be effective? It was a bright sunny day. Sun was in its full glory. And I was still in my hoodie and sweatpants. I had no motivation to leave my room, but only if it was mealtime. Well, I still need to recharge and replenish my energy for me to be effective and fruitful.

I honestly poured everything into my schoolwork. Yes, it was draining and frustrating. Pressuring myself is not a good idea. But, do I have any choice? None. So, I stayed all day in my room, and I spent hours thinking, typing, visualizing, and such. Fortunately, I was able to submit some of the school work before the day ended. That is what I need, and I was all over the moon. I ended the day with a smile on my lips and hope in my soul that I will be able to finish everything before the due dates.

WEDNESDAY, 23RD JUNE 2021

It's my soulmate's birthday! I woke up at 5 am which I do not usually do because I am not a morning person, and somehow I'm not too fond of mornings but today is an exception. I immediately message my soulmate with a birthday wish, and because it was still 5 in the morning, he is probably still snoring. While he was still in slumber and that it is his birthday, I decided not to lurk on any of my gadget's screens and do my homework today because I want to spend the day with him. So, even though I was still sleepy and suffering from a runny nose, I needed to start the day with a good shower. Unfortunately, I have class at 8 o'clock, and it was announced that there would be another set of requirements that needed to be submitted on Friday. How great. When it was announced, I was torn between staying and doing my requirements or leave and cram tomorrow. I choose the latter. By noon, I left with a mask on my face and a sanitizer in my bag to keep me protected and went straight to where his birthday was being held. Being away from my laptop and of my requirements had put me at peace. I was stressing about how I will finish everything. Leaving my room was the best choice I made because I could refresh my mind and calm myself. If I did not, I probably would have lost my mind in front of my laptop’s monitor. I was so full and happy when I went home. And that is all that matters at that moment.

THURSDAY, 24TH JUNE 2021

Nothing interesting had happened. All I did was just work, take a quiz, work, eat, sip coffee, take another quiz, think, sip coffee, visualize work, type, work, drink, eat and repeat. One thing that just pleased me was that the day started with perfect cold weather and that I am half-way through submitting all that is needed to be submitted by the end of the week. I was growing tired or working on my school requirements but I was told by my sister that, “the next thing you know, everything is done.” so I continued and pushed myself more to go beyond my limits.

FRIDAY, 25TH JUNE 2021

It was 4 in the morning, and I was still wide awake. Hens are cooing, roosters are crowing, and dogs are barking. Yet, there I was, sitting in the middle of my room in front of my laptop's monitor and surrounded by pieces of paper that I cut to make a magazine collage. I was dead exhausted, but the only thing that comforts me at that moment is that I am almost done with everything. One more requirement and I can eventually peacefully rest my mind and body after everything. I was done by 5 am, and at the moment, I was able to breathe. After cleaning all the mess that I've made, I decided to sleep. It was past noon when I woke up. I felt peace, which is not only because I was done with everything but also because I was satisfied with what I had submitted.

As a reward for myself, I bought myself an ice cream to compensate for pushing myself too much. And, I spent the remaining hours of the day reading a book from my favorite author.

SATURDAY, 26TH JUNE 2021

Our family day. It has become a part of my family that we will spend every weekend together just eating, catching up, etc. So, I spent my Saturday morning just sleeping, relaxing, and recharging in my room so that I could have all the energy needed for our family bonding later in the afternoon in one of our family farms. I will be spending the day with my family. I believe that I deserve to have fun, especially after these past few days that have been frustrating, exhausting, and enervating for me.

I watched how my mother goes back and forth around the house; cooking, preparing the things that needed to be brought upon and checking if everything is all set to make this day perfect. What makes me more excited about this day is that I will be seeing my cousins and my aunts. We haven't seen each other for weeks due to the enhanced quarantine and the increasing rate of positive cases in the province. By 2 o’clock, I couldn't sit still; I was so excited. It was the day when I was able to give more time for myself to have fun, relax and catch up with my cousins and aunts.

SUNDAY, 27TH JUNE 2021

Throughout the day, I have a smile on my face. I woke up in our family farmhouse, where the sun shone brightly through the curtains and tree branches knocking on the window. It was a perfect day, I must say. I hear my cousins and aunts laughing. I could also smell the breakfast from where I slept. I rushed to where there was and greeted them with a morning kiss on my aunt’s cheeks and a pat on my cousin’s back.

It was one of those days that we would talk about the plans we want for ourselves and each other. When it was time to leave, I was pretty sad at the thought that it will take weeks for me to see and bond with my cousins. As we arrived back home, everything became the same. I sat at my study table and looked out of my mother’s garden, and there and then, I witnessed how the wind swooshes and swirls the leaves. My focus shifts to a gang of young teenagers walking across the street as if the road is their territory. As if there is no pandemic.

I was bored, and I miss my friends. Hopefully, It won’t be long until everything will be fine and my mother will let me go out again and meet my friends as I am beginning to get quite bored just staying in my room and virtually catching up with my friends.

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