#I mean in a ‘my mom used to brag about how I didn’t care about boys only school to all the family members at parties’ type of way

[mymelodyisme]

Okay I know I don’t shut up about it but let me scream okay 😭

[bitchlessdino]

hello! 🤍 can i request a bad boy type wonwoo having a soft spot for also a cold type reader?

like they always acting so cold towards other people and even both of them acting like they hate each other.

and people are like "oh there is no way they can date", but wonwoo is only kind to reader and viceversa even without them noticing

Oh, and they dont even realized their feelings until reader feels jealous when they saw wonwoo with someone else and thats when they realized about it, but are afraid to said something since reader doesnt know how wonwoo will react

Kinda angst maybe, but fluff at the end

take your time btw! 🤍 it is also totally okay if is not possible, hope you are having an excellent day 🌸

Pairing: wonwoox gn!reader Genre: slight angst, fluff, slice of life Word count: 6.3k tags: mentions alcohol, childhood au, biker!wonu, frienemy!wonwoo, possible love triangle, reader called a bitch, presence of violence and imminent danger, analogy using car wrecks, mc and wonwoo stilling living with their parents as adults because that's normal ok, kinda messy, intimates kisses Summary: Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you're questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed? author note: this was collecting dust but finally she is here. just in time for wonwoo to be in my bias list 🙂

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You will never willingly be associated with Jeon Wonwoo. 

His mom had just happened to be someone your mom knew. Someone that she hadn’t talked to or seen in a long time. Long enough to have built their own families and have their kids without realizing it. It was as if they fell back into place. A long-time childhood friendship that quickly rekindled in a grocery store one day. From that day on, your families were inseparable. As long as they were still friends, you’d see each other every day.

“Why would I babysit some weirdo kid? I have better things to do.”

The problem was he wanted nothing to do with you.

When you met him the first time, you were a child barely getting around to a bike without training wheels, and Wonwoo was meeting the first stages of fungal acne. He was a bit older than you were then and his mom had given him the duty to look after you, the neighbor’s kid. The neighbor’s weirdo kid.

His mom bragged to yours about how good of an older brother he was to his younger brother, Seonwoo, but that seemed that seems to be his limit. Having freshly turned a teen, it all made sense. Wonwoo didn’t know you, and all of a sudden in his growing years he’s stuck taking care of a kid he knows by association. Understandably, he’d have that teen angst.

You didn't mean to overhear. You just happened to eavesdrop behind a pillar that day in their obnoxiously nice house when you came across him and his mother talking privately. Admittedly, you hadn’t made the best impression, but you were any kid in their single digits: annoying, talkative, maybe skeptical. But you were a kid. A kid that got their feelings easily hurt.

Despite saying such hurtful words, Wonwoo listened. He treated you with care–consideration almost–following his mother's orders, but you didn't make it easy for him. Every group breakfast, every dinner, every ride to school. You became relentless. You knew how he really felt about your situation after all. Your mind was made up at that point.

If he wanted nothing to do with you, you wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Keep walking.”

Your eyes barely glaze over at the unfamiliar figure before waving off your hand as if dismissing a nuisance, which in this case was accurate. The unsolicited stranger scoffs, getting up from his unwelcome seat, hacking and spitting on the spot on the floor next to your chair. “I don’t fuck with bitches anyway.”

You roll your eyes as you shoo him away with the flick of your wrist again, then feel another unwanted presence join you in your once peaceful solitude. You tightly shut your eyes in frustration before taking a deep exhale, finding silence impossible under your circumstances. “I don’t want to hear it, Jeon.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” you hear Wonwoo arrogantly chuckle, shrugging off the thick leather off his shoulders and setting them on his lap as he takes a seat.

With your back turned to him, you imagine the pristinely lit smile on his face he gives when he’s amused, a rarity in these parts with the exception of you, someone he’s known long enough to recount every blemish that once appeared on your face. He watches you finish the rest of your drink, the bob of your throat shifting before you pull the glass away from your lips. Your resting bitch face is still intact after all these years.

“Good, keep it that way.” 

Wonwoo could have chosen to keep the peace as he said he would, but it was just too easy with you. Even after you’ve left for college and come back, he acts as if nothing has changed. In his eyes, you were still that same angsty kid who always has something snarky to say when he’s around. And man, did he always have just as smart a rebuttal. “It’s just, that was the fifth guy you’ve scared off—course, the guy was a moron—but you like dying alone, Frosty?”

Frosty. The Snowman. Much unlike the jolly creature, however, you were given that name being somewhat of a cold character, particularly to Wonwoo and anything he witnesses face the wrath of your harsh but honest judgment. 

You begin getting up from your seat, scowling at the abhorred nickname, the prediction of this dinner a mistake an accurate calculation. “Should’ve known you’d run your mouth. Tell mom I’m heading to the store across the street.”

Your mother was so proud to have you back home for a period before you’d find a new place again, and she insisted on holding a small intimate gathering at bar type restaurant. That meant sharing the space with other patrons, the Jeons, and unfortunately Wonwoo, who only grew more irritating than you last remember. 

“I’ll tell her, but I’m coming with.”

The caretaker role he was bestowed upon so long ago seems to resonate with him still, insisting on trailing behind you with nonchalance. To which you answer with a brash:

“Fuck off.”

Your eyes go to the back of your skull the nth time tonight before you’re off on your stroll, noticing the annoying scrap of Wonwoo’s heel following behind you after he waves your mom and the rest of the party farewell. You ignore him, darting towards the antique shop that warms your stomach with nostalgia, hearing the wind chimes clang when you enter with a cool musk breeze to follow.

“That all you have to say to me? Even if you hate me, there has to be some…sentiment.” 

You finger through the old hardcovers, eyes scanning over the aged wood of the shelves until they move on to the glossy wood of the cuckoo clocks on the walls. “Not even a little bit, Jeon.”

There’s the breathiness of his scoff that lingers in the musk air. He crosses your arms, the leather rubs loudly against itself. “Well, that’s sad to hear,” he responds, not sounding sad at all.

“Don’t you have an actual sibling to bother? Why are you being a nuisance to me?”

He simply shrugs. “Seonwoo isn’t back from his work-study just yet. Plus he’d be happy to know I kept you company.”

Unlike Wonwoo, Seonwoo was actually tolerable, pleasant even. If you were envious of Wonwoo for anything, it was having a nice little brother like Seonwoo. You weren’t exactly close but he was a nice kid, a lot nicer than Wonwoo anyway, and not at all that annoying kind of nice that chirps every two seconds.

You sigh. “Now that’s actually sad to hear.”

“I knew you’d say that. You always liked him better than me.”

Only because you never liked me in the first place.

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh my god, Wonwoo?”

A shrill voice beckons from the store entrance, an older version of a girl from your adolescence runs towards you both. “I thought I heard your gorgeous voice. Gorgeous face as well as always, how are you?”

Gina also grew up in the same neighborhood you both did and was typically nice, but around Wonwoo, she seemed to lose all train of thought since all her eyes could train on was him. She bats her eyelashes the same flirtatious way several years ago, and instinctively her body is drawn to him like mosquitos to blood, drinking in masculine appearance for all its worth.

If you were anything like her, you’d get it. Wonwoo is an attractive man by society's standards, but the truth of the matter is you can’t stand him. And you know deep down he can’t stand you. His fake politeness isn’t fooling anybody. Okay, that is a lie. His fake politeness doesn’t fool you, but his limitless charm made everyone else weak in the knees.

“Good, good.” He nods cordially, a smile drained from his face only leaving a straight stare, eyes only landing on Gina momentarily before they return to you.

Gina finds his gaze’s target before the light is slightly dimmed from her initially bright eyes. “And you too. Oh gosh, you must’ve got back too. Can you believe we’ve both graduated from college?”

You wonder if she does, considering you did graduate from the same university.

“Yeah, it’s…crazy.” You answer, sounding unintentionally sarcastic.

Gina awkwardly chuckles, eyes back on Wonwoo as if they never left. “All we need is Seonwoo and it’s like the musketeers again, huh?”

Hardly the musketeers when she only ever stalked Wonwoo the entire time. You’re surprised you didn’t find she didn’t follow him all the way to the bathroom too.

Wonwoo’s cold expression is a steel cage that lacks interest. He blindly nods, mumbling “sure,” and not giving any other sign of continuing the conversation.

“Well, you guys should totally make it to my housewarming party. I’m inviting all the other guys from the neighborhood. Invite Seonwoo too! It’ll be a nice way to catch up.”

“We’ll think about it,” Wonwoo answers, giving her another curt nod.

“I’ll be really, really grateful if you did.”

There are stars in her eyes, like a treat is dangling in front of it, that treat being a six-foot body of steel and perfect Wonwoo.

 “Right,” he grunts.

She finally waves you both goodbye before making it past the glass doors with a quirk in her step.

You continue to peruse the rest of the store, picking up that one wooden statue that’s never been sold, or if it has, it keeps getting returned. It makes you wonder if it’s cursed. “Just reject her already and let her move on. Even I feel sorry for her.”

“I’m not ready for the aftermath of all that.”

You really have to unlearn that eye roll of yours. You could tell it’s giving you a headache. “Of course you aren’t.”

“You’re not going, are you? The thing she mentioned?”

“This the first time you met me? Of course, I’m not going. You are?”

He shrugs. “A party never hurt anybody.” 

“Without an address?”

He pulls out his phone with a notification as clear as day, Gina’s Instagram handle ushering him with details of where the party whereabouts. “Who said I didn’t have an address?”

“She really needs to find a hobby.”

Wonwoo chuckles, tucking the phone back in his front pocket. “Ready to head back now? Unless you want to look through the store a second time.”

You groan. “Stop policing me. I’m going home.”

“I’ll take you.” 

You raise your brow. “On your fucking death trap? No thanks.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms, the leather of his jacket speaking out of turn again. “You say that as if people aren’t begging to the back of my Harley.”

“Only people with a death wish.”

That goes on for some time until you make yourself walk the mile before your feet give out. Wonwoo obviously is the first with a smile on his face before he forces you to get the rest of the couple miles on the back of his bike, which was admittedly prettier in person than the photos your mom showed you. 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you get on—no doubt regret—questioning the proximity. “Hold on,” he says, to which you answer, “fat fucking chance.”

Your spiteful words are wasted as you find yourself tugging on him as you speed off on the vehicle from hell on the freeway.

“You’re an asshole!” You scream from your lungs.

“And I told you to hold on!” He screams back, a wide smile on his face you have no way of seeing.

You desperately wrap your arms around his torso, your life flashing before your eyes like a movie. All you hear is the wind in your ears while the traffic lights are hardly visible through your tightly shut eyes. You feel your soul leave your body, thinking nothing but the idea of an afterlife. If there was one good thing about the predicament you’re in, it’d be that he can’t see the terror in your eyes. He doesn’t know how much you want to scream bloody murder.

Before you know it, you arrive home safe and sound, the gas stopping at the curb of your house. He abruptly uses the bike break and you crash against broad shoulders, and you exude bumbling idiocy as you cling to him like a baby with separation anxiety. Oxygen finally enters your brain and you recognize your compromised position, forcing your grip off of him. You unbuckle and shove his helmet into his lap as you get off, a permanent scowl on your face. 

“Fuck you.”

“Glad to see you haven’t changed, Frosty.”

You don’t forget that encounter back then and you never get a chance to with your mom finding any excuse to see the Jeons day after day since your arrival. If that perfect apartment with affordable rent were to drop at your feet at a perfect time just when you so desperately needed it, it’d be now.

“Bring that in over next door. The Jeons will be thrilled to see their fridge stocked. And remember I’ll be gone until the morning.”

“We just gave them homemade wine yesterday. Mom, just because they live next door doesn’t mean we always have to plan to meet. We see them anyway.” You grab the cumbersome container of whatever it was anyway and hold it to your side like like a football, a strained expression on your face.

“You need to understand the value of lasting relationships. That’s why you’re still single, honey.”

You roll your eyes, groaning as you trod off, not wanting to start up another one of lectures why you're in your mid-twenties room with hardly any men in your books let alone in your court. Better off facing Jeon Wonwoo again than that, you guess.

You knock on their familiar white door, awaiting an answer from the other side. Soon enough you hear a masculine voice, but a voice that isn’t quite Wonwoo’s. The boy's fresh face on the receiving end piques your interest, an expression telling of a life of light and ease. Seonwoo stares back at you with a smile before politely waving. “It’s good seeing you! Been a minute.”

You find yourself returning a gesture, relaxing your arms. “It has. Mom wanted to send things over. Again.”

“Of course. Come in.”

You leave the box of goods in their fridge, feeling the presence of the younger Jeon follow behind you like a benevolent puppy. “Did you get in yesterday?”

“This morning. Early flight.”

You grin. “Singapore doing you good, I see.”

“Nothing like home though.”

You softly chuckle, “Yeah, there isn’t.”

Your conversation is cut short with another family coming down the stairs, one that looks ready to leave. They meet your eyes in amusement and his steps begin to falter in turn. “I saw you yesterday.”

“Don’t you dare make a joke about me missing you. It wasn’t funny any of the first five times.”

He’s smug as expected, entertained by the fact you’ve kept count. “I won’t, but it won’t make it any less true.”

You scoff. “Live in reality for once in your life, Wonwoo.”

“I will when you do.” He comes to the kitchen—briefly passing by you to do so and grazing your forearm—to fill a glass of water and downs it, his signature jacket thrown over his shoulders. He let out a refreshed sigh in your direction and put it away as soon as he finished. “I’m leaving now. When you change your mind about missing me, I’ll be at Gina’s party. Might actually find some fun there while you’re at it.”

The door closes behind him dramatically and your attention is right back on Seonwoo, the successful bystander. “Your brother is annoying.”

The young man smiles, finding the nostalgia in that small event. “Reminds me of the good old times.”

“Well, I should get going.”

“You’re going to the party too?”

You shake your head. “Not the slightest bit interested. Just trying to keep myself busy while I’m still in town.”

“Plan on leaving already? You just got here.”

“I can’t live on my parents forever. Need to make a living of my own you know.”

He softly laughs, a warm light enveloping his presence. He always seems to emit pure joy. Like there was nothing that could ruin this kid's day. “Nice to see you haven’t changed. Still self-reliant.”

You can’t help but smile back, “… Wouldn't be me if I wasn’t. I'll see you later, kid.”

You walk back home and go on with the rest of your afternoon by carrying on the duties of a college graduate with no job: endless job hunting. You let yourself go on that way for an hour, already bored by rereading your applicant details and sending in copies and copies of cover letters and documents. Your eyes have started to see stars shooting from either corner, warning signs of mental fatigue.

Shaking the numbing feeling, you shut off your laptop and notice the time on the clock. In the back of your mind, you’re remembering that party Wonwoo ended up going to. These parties weren’t by any means rare, but it had been some time since you let yourself give into environments as such. You said you wouldn't go but in dire situations of weary silences, perhaps it would hurt to take a second in a new subsubspace. Something to take off the edge of the weight of your undetermined future.

Against your initial better judgment, you force yourself out of that house to enter that very party you said you wouldn't go to. So like Gina to make an event over a normal thing like this. You don’t put much thought into what you wear and leave the house and when you arrive late as you were, you are unsurprised by the huge turnout. Five seconds in, you’re already regretting the 10 bucks you paid via UBER to get there.

The house was so Gina. As expected of one of the daughters of the wealthiest families in town. As you enter, all you hear is music, loud and rambunctious voices and laughter, and shouts of barely adults chugging whatever concoction in those house party solo cups. It all quickly reminds you of college and high school, times in your life you were relieved to know were over.

Why did you decide to come again if you knew this was going to happen?

You try ignoring the voices that seem to recognize you, evading and walking through the place for a potential drink to buzz you out of self-consciousness. If you were going to be in a place like this, a drink was warranted by all means.

“Wonwoo, come on!”

Gina’s voice, easily distinguishable, resonates from the other end of the room and sees how her presence bounces like a kite in the wind. You look in the direction of her gaze to find the person she seeks, ultimately having Wonwoo being dragged by the wrist, his hair sweeping the swift breeze of her force.  You were a bit relieved to see him, someone who is more similar to you in ways you’d never willingly admit.

You feel the urge to approach, curious how he’ll handle this one, but intentions all change of a brisk move, changing setting immediately. One second Gina looks up at him with doe eyes that speak longing and ache, another second her arms are looped around his neck and she pulls his lips against hers, massaging against them naturally as if rehearsed. Your feet stop, watching the unsightly scene like it’s a car crash as if in slow motion, taking you only a second to realize he hasn't yet let go.

Slowly then quickly, your chest pulls up like a marionette doll before it drops in a lump, repeating until the sound of your heart is rapidly pounding into your skull. You don’t understand it, but you don’t want to either. Swiftly, you duck back and turn your head in the other direction, having seen enough.

Then panic ensues.

People are harder to brush through than you realize. Colliding each one was like speed bumps in your way of a smooth departure. You were bound to have one person take a drunken offense to your rash movement and there it was: a subtle push that led to a spilled drink that stains the shirt of a man big enough to frighten children if he approached.

“Watch the fuckkk ya goin’!”

You don’t bother with the importance of apologizing or even acknowledging him. You realize it too late when he pulls at your collar back towards him, strangling you at the throat.

“S…stupid bitch can’t even see…fucking ruin my—hic—deink”

Your hands come around his grip, attempting to pry him off. “L-let me go. The fuck?”

“The fuck you say to me piece of shi—ah!”

He finally releases you when Wonwoo appears from behind him, tossing him out like an old ragdoll with no weight. The drunkard comes crashing down to the hardwood floor and before he realizes the cause of it, said cause whisks you away with his gril looping around your wrist.

“You’re going home right the fuck now,” Wonwoo grumbles, dragging you out of other guests' way and right out of the door, once again leading you to his motorcycle. “Bike now.”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck—“

“You aren’t an idiot. You knew what was gonna happen if I hadn’t stepped in. Now get on before fee fi fo fum finds out we left.”

“I’m not getting on that death trap again!”

His glare pierces right through you. “I know you'd rather be at home than here. Especially with the probability of becoming a statistic. Get on.”

He is right for the most part and even you’re seeing through your nonsensical defiance. Reluctantly, you follow his lead, knowing he’s left you with no other choice. You endure another near death experience, this time clutching on to him less resistantly unlike last time all the way back home. It is when you’re at the foot of your door you only realize the keys that were supposed to be in your pocket but left on the kitchen counter instead.

“Shit.”

Wonwoo quickly puts the pieces together. “No key?”

You shake your head, embarrassed slightly over your feeble appearance. “No, and mom won’t be back until the morning so I’m screwed.”

“Alright. You’re sleeping over.”

You scoff looking back at him, wondering whether he’s in the right state of mind to make that call. “You’re kidding.”

“Not unless you’re okay slumbering at the footstep of your door.”

Another choice made of your hands. You discouragingly follow after him as he unlocks the door across the street. Seonwoo was evidently still home with his loafers by the foot of the door but dead asleep upstairs in bed. 

“You take my bed. I’ll take the couch,” he offers nodding in the direction of the living room.

“No thanks, I’ll take the couch.”

He groans, giving that irritated look. “Don’t be difficult and just sleep in the damn bed.”

You huff, strutting over towards the couch. “Sleep in your own damn bed, Jeon. Stop treating me like you’re my babysitter.”

He follows after you, crossing his arms like an annoyed mother, “You’re really gonna be like this?”

“I’m not being like anything.”

“You know what?” He grabs the throw pillow off the couch, “Fine. We’ll share the couch.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes narrow back at him.

The smug smile on his face says it all, knowing there was no rebuttal to follow. “Neither of us will take the bed, we’ll both will take the couch.”

Before you can argue, he ascends the stairs for more bedding and comes back to toss you a blanket and pillow. He keeps one of each for himself, sprawling on the other end of the massive couch, gesturing you to do the exact same. Cautiously, you mirrored his image, crawling under your borrowed blanket. Despite your feet not touching, you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the close proximity, forcing you to crunch up your legs and bring your knees close to your chest. 

Wonwoo’s eyes drop in place, nuzzling into his thick blanket. “Good night.”

“Whatever.”

He softly scoffs with a smile, basking in the silence. Meanwhile, there was you, wondering why you listened to his instructions so willingly. You sigh, your eyes glued to the ceiling counting every bump and curve of its textured surface. 

“This is stupid it’s literally 10 pm”

“Sounds like bedtime.”

You peek back at him, his eyes still closed. “You did not go to a party to plan on sleeping at 10 pm.”

“You don’t know what my plans are. Sleep now.”

“I could’ve handled it, you know,” you argue.

“I bet you could’ve,” he responds dryly. “Wasn’t gonna take that risk though.”

“I’m serious…you didn’t have to, especially since…”

“What?” 

“You know,” you take a moment to form the words, “whatever that was with Gina.”

You hear him scoff, shifting on his side of the couch. “Nothing was happening with Gina.”

You let out a parched laugh, in disbelief of the words leaving his lips. “Wow, that lie comes so easy, does it?”

“Believe what you want. It’s not what you think anyway.”

“You’re so…obnoxious,” you sputter.

“Thank you.”

“So when did that happen? You and Gina?”

He huffs hot air out of his nose.“There’s no me and Gina. I don’t know what you saw, but…it’s nothing.”

“You were kissing.”

“You could call it that.”

“For a while,” You add.

“Just enough for her to find closure.”

“And did she?”

“Saved your ass before I could find out.”

You have no response to that and you let the silence take over for a few minutes. After those few minutes, Wonwoo was the one to break the peace.

“You asleep yet.”

“No, it’s not even 11,” you answer exasperatedly. 

“Well, I'm tired.”

“Go to sleep then.”

“You should sleep before I do.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, “I'm supposed to take care of you. It’s what your mom would want.”

“Why? I'm a grown adult.”

“I don’t think an explanation is needed.”

“Ever heard of personal space?”

“Make some smart decisions and I’ll consider it.”

“You’re such a dick,” you grunt, turning away from view.

“I’m only trying to protect you.”

This shit again. You pushed yourself up from the couch to sit up, fuming in his direction. “Because your mom asked. Okay, I get it, but you’re not obligated to anymore because I’m your mom's friend’s kid. Just stop.”

“That’s not why–”

“Stop lying–”

“I’m not fucking lying,” he says matching your stance. His gaze meets yours in anguish, urging you to drop it. 

You scoff, lying back down in a sleeping position with your back turned towards him. “Whatever.”

“...Despite popular belief, I’m actually concerned about you sometimes.”

“I guess…I don't entirely find that hard to believe.”

“Thank you. It’s not like I hate you.”

“Sure,” you answer, voice basted in sarcasm.

“I don’t.” You hear his body shift back down on the couch, finding comfort between the leather cushions.

“Then why are you such a dick.”

He sighs. “Sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“...Sorry.”

You ponder to yourself, wanting to turn back the clock to the earlier conversation for unknown reasons. You turn your body, seeing how his body mimics your body seconds ago, back turned, eyes closed, and facing the couch. “So if not Gina–”

“There’s no one,” he cuts off, “I mean, I'm not seeing anyone.”

It reassures you. Not that it should’ve. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Okay.”

You’re unsure when you drifted off, you only remember it being mid-conversation that your vision started to blur, followed by darkness and soon the light of the following morning. You wake up in Wonwoo’s house unexpectedly alone, quiet enough to hear the sound of a pin dropping. You enter the kitchen, parched, and you find a plate of food. You approach cautiously, catching a glimpse of the note, immediately catching on to why it was so damn empty. 

Went to get stuff done. Keep yourself entertained for a bit. - Wonwoo and Seonwoo

With an impish grin, you quickly run your fork over and over into the balanced meal and nourish your body, but slow down as your subconscious reminds you of last night's events. It wanders to your impulse to attend a party out of sheer boredom, stumbling upon an unexpected scene, before immediately trying to escape it before you are caught. The kiss becomes a scene stuck on replay, playing the image like a broken record. You did not black out, though you wish you had, considering your uncalled-for badgering of Wonwoo’s relationship status you shouldn’t have cared less about. Yet do.

You try bruising it off if you can help it, quick to leave, and relieved to find your mom home to let you in. Your day begins a new, and with a new day, she already has stuff for you to do. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so grateful to be let back in home, remembering to grab your keys this time as you left the house again following her request for grocery shopping. 

You drink in the town for the first time since being back, questioning yourself why you hadn’t done it earlier. The block isn’t that different since you left, perhaps more greenery and flowers, but otherwise everything looked the same. Same old town, same old stores, the only thing difference was the people. Fine lines got deeper, toddlers now taller, and you now a stranger. Even the grocery store has changed managers, one adolescent bag boy at a time.

Even long finished with grocery shopping, you’re still wandering the center of town, circling in steps of the alternating tiles of the ground. For a moment, you free yourself from your thoughts, your worries, your ambitions, and live in the moment. It had been so long since you felt like this. You expected the feeling to emerge in college but that had been just another thing on your plate and suddenly you’re reminded of Wonwoo. Knowing him, he’d like this sight of you, proud to see you experience another emotion for a change.

Then your eyes flit back to the scene several meters from you. He reappears in your vision just as he has in your thoughts, only now Gina embracing him, squeezing the life out of him just as the life is squeezed out of your chest. He meets your eyes, his pupils expanding, before lightly pushing the poor girl off of him, but not in enough time to stop you from trying to escape again.

“Hey!”

You ignore him, letting your feet take you where it guides you. You’re blind to the incoming obstacles, brushing past pedestrians, shoulder everybody you meet, and you barely register the busy road before your feet make an unexpected halt. You hear the blaring honks until you’re pulled out, face crashing into their shoulder, arms coming around your in strong enclosure.

“Are you stupid? Why are you running into oncoming traffic?”

You shove him off, heart beating louder in your chest than any bike ride he’s taken you on has, and you’re seething in an emotion that you never expected to be in. Never in this lifetime at least. “Wonwoo just stop. Please.”

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t get why you’re trying to push me away.”

“I’m just sick of this. Of you. I can’t do this.”

“Why? Why? What do you think this is?”

“Just, leave me alone, Wonwoo.”

He sees you trying to walk out on him again and he doesn’t let you. Taking you by your arm, he pulls you towards him, leaving only the width of your forearm as his gaze pierces right through you, brimming with a mix of concern and utter anger. Frustration. Impatience.

If there was one thing about Wonwoo, he may have looked like he came from an anger management class, but he did manage it well. When he didn’t, your feet would feel glued to the concrete, frozen in the fire of his eyes, for once fearing what the man had to say.

“You know what? No. I’m not letting you do this? I don’t understand what’s going on or why you hate me so much–”

“God,” you groan, “it would be so easy if I just hated you.”

“Then what is it? You don’t hate me. You don’t like me. What? I’m wracking my brain trying to understand you–”

You don’t let him finish. You aren't sure what was in the breakfast you had today but you find yourself pulling him by the collar to meet his lips only to push him away in that instant, barely a whisper of his presence in your mouth. You clamp your hand over your mouth before finally treading away shocked by your actions, scurrying away.

He doesn’t follow you and you don’t blame him. You retrieve your once-abandoned groceries from the intersection to then find your way home. Rain is close to follow, drenching from head to toe. As if things couldn’t get any worse.

When you get home, you’re alone once again. The door shuts with a clang and you’re left in your self wallow, regret burning the back of your throat. Your back slid against the wood, a deep exhale expelling from your lungs. “So that’s what’s wrong with me.”

Like clockwork, you feel a knock erupt from the same door. Conceding to whatever was on the other side, you brush yourself up from the ground and turn the knob, only to be taken aback. Wonwoo, wet like made from glass with his locks swept over his head, stands before you panting. On either hand is a bundle of flowers barely protected in the cellophane it came with when he bought them and his cell phone he’s death gripping in his hand, no doubt damaged by the rain.

You blink back at him, lips parting in confusion. “Wonwoo…You’re wet.”

“Likewise.” He invites himself in and sets the flowers on a table nearby, not even for a second letting his gaze stray from yours. “You left me hanging there. Kiss a guy and walk away like he means nothing?”

You shake your head in disbelief, processing this, him. “Why are you here…with flowers?”

“I really do have to spell out everything for you, don’t I?” he responds smiling.

The squelch of his shoes trod in your direction, the invisible string connecting you two shortening. Preventing your evasion, you feel the palm of his hand against your back and your lips crash in a lingering reunion. The squeak of his slippery leather doesn't make it past your ears, distracted by the heat of his lips in the clash of the coolness of his rain-stained skin. 

Your hand crawls up his neck to press him closer, feeling the strength of his arms wrap around you tighter before shutting the front door effortlessly with his foot. He lets you pin him against the door, lips tight bound to yours, and relief settles in his stomach as you show no sign of pulling away. He finds himself whispering a word of gratitude in every language, smiling against your lips. “No more excuses…I’m not letting anyone get in the way. Not even you.”

You finally break out in a smile, brushing it against his lips before reclaiming them, not minding the wet leather.

You spend the rest of the day in each other’s company. You put away the groceries before the room temperature worked against their favor and got yourselves changed out of your rain-dampened clothes, throwing them in the dryer. Even if he lived right next door, you allow him to wear your most oversized shirt after he insisted he should, watching the cotton fabric cling to his broad shoulders with the hem just hitting him at his hip bone.

Man, he’s a large man.

“Kinda snug.”

You scoff, crossing your arms in an attempt to hold yourself back. “You can get clothes next door. You’re just a few steps away.”

He grins, approaching you. “It’s raining…I could get sick.” His long arms land on either of your shoulders, reminding you of that cat that knew too much in a childhood cartoon. “You don’t want me sick…”

“You wouldn’t get sick taking two long strides to your house, Jeon,” you respond, rolling your eyes, unable to meet his.

“But you’d take care of me if I was, right?” 

You roll your eyes, accepting his advances of a hug and feeling his chin fit in the crook of your neck. “Kiss a guy two times too many and he follows you around like a stray cat.”

He grins. “You like it. Don’t act like you don’t. You probably even like my bike and you’re not telling me.”

“Okay well, no. Those are two separate matters.”

His arms wrap around you tighter before reuniting your lips, such tenderness and sweetness in his gaze as he thumbs over the curve of your cheek. “You don’t deny that other thing.”

“I thought was already point blank. You know, when I didn’t push you away, kicking and screaming.”

“Yeah, but,” he shrugs, his cheekbones only getting higher. “Hard to come by something nice from you. I want to hear it.”

You sigh, giving in. “Fine.”

Your head fit between the divide of his chest, hearing a quickened pulse underneath it. You close your eyes as your hand strokes against his back. “I have… feelings for you. Maybe for once good feelings. Just don’t get cocky about it.”

Overwashed with calm joy, he takes you tighter, inhaling the soap in your hair. “Too late.”

[diorsluv]

feather , christmas special

“ all i want for christmas is you ”

series m. list

nhl + umich x platonic!drysdale!reader,

luke hughes x fem!reader,

temporary male!oc x fem!reader

( socialmedia!au )

jamie.drysdale

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jamie.drysdale happy 20th birthday lil sis..

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edwards.73 aww you were best friends when you were kids…. what happened

→ jamie.drysdale she got too annoying

→ yourusername he became “one of the boys” 🙄

yourusername u dont seem too happy abt me turning 20

→ jamie.drysdale ur one year away from being 21 and that means i have to take care of u when u get drunk

→ trevorzegras he started crying to me about how he didn’t want you to grow up

→ jamie.drysdale LIES trevorzegras

username63 I AM SOBBING SO HARD RN THIS IS TOO CUTE

markestapa thanks for the childhood pics that i def won’t post when she least expects it

→ jamie.drysdale anytime 🫡

→ yourusername HEY HEY NO

_alexturcotte

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_alexturcotte happy birthday to miss mini drysdale and i hope you enjoyed your photoshoot (i took all the pics) 🥳🥳

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yourusername my own personal photographer 🥰

→ _alexturcotte you’re lucky you’re my fav girl

→ yourusername AWWW STOP ITTT

colecaufield yes and i brought the props

luca.fantilli i don’t think you should trust her with a torch

→ yourusername I’M VERY RESPONSIBLE

username49 THE TIARAAAA

username57 i love how they all post her at the same exact time

jackhughes be careful, remember how her dress lit on fire last time?

→ yourusername THAT WAS YOU THO????

→ _quinnhughes but it was kinda your fault jack

→ lhughes_06 dude YOU were the one that dropped a lit candle on her skirt

→ jackhughes okay i didn’t need you to gang up on me 😟

rutgermcgroarty

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rutgermcgroarty happy birthday to the best drysdale 🍰

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yourusername aw i AM the best drysdale 🥱

→ rutgermcgroarty ok now dont gotta get all cocky about it

username54 all the phones 😭😭

username25 the second pic is giving best girl energy

adamfantilli that cake genuinely scared the shit out of me

→ yourusername it’s just sparklers 🙄

markestapa you made us sing happy birthday for her 6 times.

→ rutgermcgroarty well you all sounded bad

→ mackie.samo you were the one that was off key tho???

username38 her bday looks so funnn

colecaufield

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colecaufield happy birthday even tho we don’t see each other enough so i had to use pics from your 18th birthday 😒

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_alexturcotte imagine not being able to see her

→ colecaufield ok little buddy you don’t see her any more than i do

→ jackhughes literally could not be me (it’s torture)

yourusername I’LL COME TO SEE YOU MORE OFTEN COUGH SYRUP 🥰🥰

→ colecaufield i take it back i don’t want you coming near me

→ trevorzegras i started “cough syrup” u gotta give me credits

→ yourusername no i did it first stop trying to steal my genius ideas

username36 the heart shaped balloon is adorableee

luca.fantilli her 18th bday was 🔥🔥

→ lhughes_06 bro u werent even there

→ edwards.73 u didnt even know her

→ yourusername it’s okay guys he just wants to fit in #fomo

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes i helped secretly decorate her apartment for her 20th birthday and you didn’t. we are not the same 🥱🥱

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yourusername since when did you start bragging about me

→ _quinnhughes since rn

→ yourusername i’ll take it ig……

username47 THE FLOWERS AAAAA

username19 guys have you noticed how dead silent booker’s been

→ username58 fr he hasn’t commented at all or posted anything abt her 😭

jackhughes i helped too

→ _quinnhughes shut up no u didnt

→ yourusername let him have his moment jack, he doesn’t get a lot of them

dylanduke25

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dylanduke25 took her out to eat then surprised her with the best pizza she’s ever eaten for her bday 💪

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mackie.samo your handwriting is atrocious

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username34 oh! candles on pizza!

username15 mcdonalds on ur bday >>>>>

yourusername the pizza was cold asf but that’s okay!!!!!!

→ dylanduke25 hard as a rock

→ markestapa WOAHHH THERE DUKER 🤨🤨

→ dylanduke25 bro stop making it weird

→ lhughes_06 fr

trevorzegras they always say the way to a woman’s heart is through food

→ yourusername but do they say that tho….??

username93 best gift ever frfr

markestapa

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markestapa HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL DRIZZY

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yourusername OH MY FUCKING GOD. THIS IS THE BEST ONE YET LMFAOOOO

→ markestapa LETS FUCKING GO I WIN

mackie.samo goddammit i knew i should’ve done this instead

→ markestapa loserrrr

username32 oh my……

_quinnhughes what the hell is this

jamie.drysdale i’m ashamed to say i think you know my sister better than i do

→ markestapa no no her edward cullen phase was a difficult time for all of us

→ jamie.drysdale i’ve blocked out all the trauma

→ yourusername you’re all haters

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras i spent 5 hours secretly decorating and making these cupcakes and i survived all the weird stares i got for walking straight past the christmas section SO BE GRATEFUL. oh and happy birthday i guess

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yourusername i was so confused why jack and quinn wouldn’t let me in my own room for those five hours.. but yes yes i’m so grateful AND THE CUPCAKES ARE MAGNIFICENT

→ trevorzegras at least SOMEONE appreciates my efforts

→ _alexturcotte trevor you almost popped like half the balloons from blowing them up too much

username61 why did i just now realize that her birthday is on christmas

colecaufield wait i thought ian somerhalder was supposed to be on one of the cupcakes

→ trevorzegras who???

→ trevorzegras OH THE HOT GUY FROM THE BLOODSUCKER SHOW

→ yourusername fr i was kinda expecting tom blyth too but it’s okay

username30 LOUIS PARTRIDGEEEE

mackie.samo

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mackie.samo i tried going the “aesthetic” route for u but clearly u like the rob pattinson ones more 🙄🙄 happy birthday mini drysdale

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yourusername BUT YOU HELPED WITH THE SURPRISE PARTY AND I LOVE THAT SO MUCH MORE

→ mackie.samo HAHA IN UR FACE markestapa

→ markestapa WHAT NO I HELPED WITH THE PARTY TOO

_quinnhughes the amount of tiaras we’ve given her is concerning

→ yourusername i like them thoughhh ☺️

→ jamie.drysdale you know how she is with her tiaras

→ yourusername I STOPPED WEARING THEM WHEN I WAS 8 AND YOU KNOW THAT

username57 the way it’s turned into a competition 💀

edwards.73

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edwards.73 pics from the birthday girl’s afterparty bc everyone else is unoriginal

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yourusername wait til you see jack’s post 😭

→ edwards.73 wait WHAT

username44 good lord how many parties are there lmaooo

→ yourusername you don’t even wanna know

jackhughes oh please you weren’t even there for the pre-party

→ edwards.73 WHAT PRE-PARTY??

→ yourusername don’t worry ethan i didn’t know about it either until i was there 😭😭

→ edwards.73 how come i wasn’t invited 😒

trevorzegras since when was there an afterparty???????

→ yourusername yeah i don’t think they invited you..

→ trevorzegras WHO??

→ yourusername uhh mark, mackie, moosey, duker, rut, luca and adam

→ jackhughes it’s fine z they weren’t invited to the pre-party anyway

luca.fantilli

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luca.fantilli more pics of this kid at her afterparty 🤷‍♂️ happy 20th birthday

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edwards.73 ur actually so unoriginal

→ yourusername he idolizes u 🤩🤩🤩

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username12 wait that cake is so cool

username47 new tiara every post LMAO

yourusername “this kid” is crazy

→ luca.fantilli i am older than u tho

→ yourusername NOT EVEN BY A YEAR

→ luca.fantilli I’M LIKE 5 DAYS OFF

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy birthday to our christmas girl (our pre-party was on christmas eve) 🥳🥳

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yourusername i think i maxxed out my cake consumption

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username27 are you telling me she had THREE parties 😦

→ yourusername yes. THREE of them.

→ username27 girl you are stronger than i’ll ever be

edwards.73 wtvvv the pre-party sounds like it was lame

→ lhughes_06 ngl it might’ve been better than the afterparty

→ dylanduke25 LUKE YOU WERE AT THE PRE-PARTY????

→ lhughes_06 oops

username16 birthday princess turned birthday queen i loveeeeee

adamfantilli

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adamfantilli HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL DRIZZ! i hope you enjoy your birthday and that baby pic i definitely didn’t steal from your brother

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username34 jamie has started the attack of the baby pics

yourusername the shrek photos 😦😦 my sweet sweet adam what have they done to you

→ adamfantilli many many things 😔

markestapa im ngl 4 year old lil drizzy was dripped out

→ adamfantilli fr

→ yourusername FR

→ jamie.drysdale no… no she wasn’t

username6 i need someone to post shrek on my birthday

luca.fantilli i can’t believe you posted two whole pics of her on her bday

→ yourusername you’re just toooooo funny 😒

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 hit em with the annual birthday sleepover 🥱 happy 20th birthday lil drizzy, ur finally my age

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yourusername i’ve always been your age 🙄

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→ yourusername I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU

→ lhughes_06 i bought you $200 worth of gifts u just havent opened them all yet

username72 HE GAVE HER A FULL CROWN INSTEAD OF A TIARA AW

jackhughes she stopped letting me and quinn sleep over when we turned 13 but how come u still get to do it 🤨

→ lhughes_06 i’m the favorite

→ yourusername wbk tbh

username84 THE POSSIBILITIES ARE LOW BUT NEVER ZERO

rutgermcgroarty is that why you kicked the rest of us out after the afterparty 😞

→ lhughes_06 yes

→ yourusername can’t break tradition!

_quinnhughes hey hey no funny business alright

→ lhughes_06 bro she has a literal bf

→ yourusername all we do is gossip and give each other facials

→ lhughes_06 DON’T SAY THAT yourusername

→ luca.fantilli luke do you have something to tell us…?

username75 luke is secretly a girl

→ username12 or secretly a simp

→ username71 i dont think hes “secretly” any of those things 😭😭

yourusername

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yourusername thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday and to everyone who celebrated me turning 20 years old!! and ofc thank you to a certain someone who always stays up until exactly 12 am to wish me happy birthday first 🫢 also merry christmas and happy holidays, i love you all mwahhhh!

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jackhughes i wonder who that someone could be 🤔

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→ _alexturcotte it’s so weird usually i don’t forget

→ colecaufield i can’t believe none of us can remember

→ _quinnhughes you’re all painfully obvious

lhughes_06 wow the special shoutout 😱

→ yourusername ik ur just so lucky

username26 so let’s run it back to booker and the fact that he’s been completely silent throughout ALL of this

→ username48 fr like where is bro

username3 isn’t that the crown luke gave her

mackie.samo we’ll throw an even better party next year

→ yourusername i’m looking forward to it 🫣

notes ) so.. i actually struggled trying to find good pics and ALMOST NONE OF THEM MATCH EACH OTHER lmaooo but yes here is the christmas special i promised and ik no one posts actual insta posts for someone elses bday but it was more fun writing it that way n i hope u all like it!! (lightly proofread so if there are any mistakes i apologize 😭)

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot

[glitteredrry]

how to lose a guy in 10 days

hello, welcome to the beginning of my romcom h series where i’m just writing harry in to iconic romantic comedies. now it won’t be verbatim (although some iconic quotes are used), so don’t expect that. it has the same plot though. i hope that you love the start of this series. thank you for reading. 💌

summary: a journalist who is in desperate need of a promotion has only has one simple task, lose a guy in ten days. what happens when Y/N meets a man named Harry that she can fool? Oh, but the only thing is he has his own promotion task to complete…he needs to make a woman fall in love with him in ten days.

warning: fluff, angst, & good ole cheesy romance.

wc: 9.2k (grab a snack)

“I’ve acted batshit crazy with this guy, he’s not budging,” Y/N complained to her friends in her living room.

She was at a loss, her only task for promotion was to lose a guy in 10 days. She wanted this promotion not just to have bragging rights that she did in fact lose a guy, but to be taken more seriously as a journalist.

Living in New York, it was hard to get out of the pool of writing small dating articles. Y/N was over these small sections about topics that weren’t going to change the world.

She wanted something more serious. Perhaps covering world news or something in politics. Her dream of being a journalist surely wasn’t where she is at right now. She wasn’t one of those people who were unappreciative of her opportunity, just a woman looking for a change.

So, when her boss opened up the opportunity of getting to write more serious topics, she was willing to do anything. Even if it was using some guy as a pawn. Sitting with her closest friends sharing a bottle of wine, they talked about her journey so far with the task at hand.

“Well tell us about everything that you’ve done, list it from crazy to out of this world,” Miranda spoke up feeling entertained by this situation her friend was in.

Y/N blew raspberries, “well the least is that I made him take care of these nearly dead roses I bought at the store. I told him that they were a representation of our relationship; if they died it meant he wanted our relationship to die.” She said with an evil smile.

“Once I gave him the flowers I then dedicated a song to him.” Laughter filled the small living room.

“What song?”

“You’re so vain.”

“You didn’t!”

“Even added his name in while I was singing. He looked mortified.” She said finishing off her glass of wine and then going to refill it.

“That’s the least? How crazy did you get?”

”Oh I’ve been terrible, you think that he would have blocked me by now. Listen to this one, we were at a game- oh a basketball game. The game was intense, I mean it might have been the best game of the season. I looked over at him,” she looked at her friend Kendra reenacting what she did.

“And said I don’t think I feel so well. The look on his face was something I’ll never forget. He quite literally looked as if he would have rather told me to go to hell than leave the game, but we left.” She laughed. Y/N knew that the actions were cruel, but she also knew that this would be a great story to tell her grandkids one day.

“What else?” Her friends asked on the edge of their seats.

“Well, a small thing is jealousy. Which I thought guys hated but he just takes it and reassures me. I’ve accused him of dating other girls, and looking at other girls; I’ve made him get into a fight with a guy at a fair.”

“Then right when I was about to have sex with him I called his dick princess Sofia. That didn’t go over well but we agreed on another name. I honestly thought that would have done it. It didn’t.” Y/N said reaching inside their popcorn as her friends just looked shocked.

“I called his Mom too.”

A gasp filled the room because they couldn’t believe how far their friend was going.

“Told him that I cared about having an important relationship with her.”

“And that didn’t steer him away?”

“Nope. Nada. Nothing. He just was okay with it! Sometimes I can just see this look in his eyes that he wants to lose it on me, but he doesn’t.” She said in disbelief herself.

“He will break soon, I feel it.”

“Well, what about today?” Her friend spoke up to ask.

“He plays cards with his friends, it’s my day off.”

“That was before he met you.” Y/N looked over at her friend confused.

“He played cards with his friends before he met you. You need to go, ruin boys' night. There is nothing more that men hate than when their friend's girlfriend comes to crash the party.”

It was as if a lightbulb went up in Y/N’s head as her friend Linda was in disagreeing with it all.

“What’s his name?

“Harry.”

“Harry must be a sweet boy why are you trying to break his heart?”

“He’ll get over me, Linda. It’s only 10 days.”

…

Harry was sitting in his apartment passing around a joint with friends. He had finally gotten the chance to breathe without Y/N breathing down his neck. All the nicknames, baby voices, and constant need for his attention were put on pause.

The Y/N he met on night one was a complete 180 of the Y/N he was currently dealing with. The woman he met was this beautiful woman. Someone who was intelligent and witty, it was someone whom he would have felt bad for making fall in love with him just for his personal benefit. The version he was dealing with now was a demon.

Although she did have her moments where he had a glimpse of the person that he originally met; Like when she would hug him and her fluorescent perfume would mix with his beautifully. Or when they decided to watch a game together in his apartment and she was cheering at the screen with him. She did have her good moments, but then again the bad outweighed the good.

He couldn’t complain much because he needed her. She was his only way of being able to move up at the fashion company he worked for. For him to lead the campaign for the new season of the women’s collection, he needed to get a woman to fall in love with him. Harry told his boss that women love him and that he understood women. So, his boss wanted to challenge that by having only one simple request. Getting a random woman to fall in love with him. He was nailing the assignment since Y/N was still around.

“So, Styles. Do you think that girl is in love with you yet?”

“I’ve got her wrapped around my finger. She’s hooked.”

“Have you fucked her yet?”

“There’s no way that he hasn’t.” One of his friends added in.

“Don’t ask me a question like that. She isn’t a piece of meat.” Harry said in all seriousness. He might have not been trying to date the girl, but he wouldn’t let his friends disrespect her. They all knew what she looked like since she had come up to his job…several times.

“Fine…but have you?”

“Well…no I haven’t.” He said while looking at his hand of cards.

“So, you have to deal with her craziness and get nothing in return?”

“I’m getting something in return, and that’s a campaign.” At his words, keys rattled from outside making all the men at the table turn around.

“Booboo bear,” Y/N called out entering with their cat she got them as practice for their future child in hand.

“Oh, hell.” He said under his breath going to stand as all his friends mocked the nickname while trying to conceal their laughs. Y/N let down their cat whom she named Muffin to the ground.

“Honey,” he said opening his arms as she walked inside them. Hugging momentarily, Harry breathed in her scent that he was becoming all too familiar with.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked breaking away from her and looking down as she smiled up at him. That smile that he was kind of cute…kind of.

“I just happened to be in the area, then Muffin started meowing when I walked in the direction of your apartment. So, I think that she was telling me to come here. She must have missed her, Daddy.” She turned away from Harry to pick up the cat, “you missed your Daddy, sweet girl.” Y/N’s baby voice was on, and the only thing encouraging her to continue was his friends dying of laughter in the back.

“Continue your game. I’ll be like a ghost you won’t know that I’m here. Just dropping off some things.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she turned and headed to the kitchen to laugh to herself.

Harry sat back down at the table daring his friends to say another word. Just when he thought that Y/N was going to be true to her word, out she walked with a platter of vegetables no one asked for nor wanted.

“Excuse me, just wanted to bring healthier options,” she looked over to one of his friends who had a wing in his mouth. Staring it down, she took her fingers and yanked it out his mouth, and all of the men gawked at her actions. “Healthy celery, healthy carrot look how yummy.” She said to Harry’s friends as if he was a toddler.

All of his friends looked around at each other not believing how crazy this girl genuinely was.

His friend slowly let her place the vegetable in his mouth and she patted his head, “good boy.”

Harry couldn’t even find the words to say right now. He placed the joint back in his mouth trying to calm his nerves that Y/N was trying to drive through the roof.

Then coughs began to start as she stared down Harry. They progressed from small ones as if she was clearing her throat to overdramatic ones as if she could not breathe. He knew she was being over dramatic, she stopped in the middle of it all, eyeing him down one more telepathically telling him to put it out.. He put it out with a forced smile.

“Thank you, my sweet honeybun.” She cooed.

Then the drama came as she directed her eyes to something across the room.

A blood-curdling scream came from her lips as if someone had stabbed her, making all the men join her not knowing what they were screaming. “Harry, our roses. You killed them, you monster.” Y/N said theatrically moving across the room to hold the nearly dead roses.

“They’re just roses, I can buy you more,” Harry said rushing over trying to calm her. He was not expecting her to have this kind of reaction…well he had planned for this to happen actually. Tomorrow before he came back from work, he had wanted to go buy fresh roses to replace them. His plan failed…clearly.

“What did you just say?” She looked at him with a twitch in her eye. He thought that he could only see something like this in a movie. His mind couldn’t wrap around that this was his life. Out of all the women in the world that he could have picked for this bet, he picked the worst nut in the package.

“These roses were a symbol of our love. Our young, beautiful, festering love. Do you want our relationship to die?” She said with accusation.

“No, honey. I don’t want our relationship to die. Wait-”

“I don’t want to hear another word.” She said huffing as she began to stomp back to the kitchen with the rest of the roses in hand. She took a moment to collect herself. This was slowly driving her to insanity, but she couldn’t help to admit how fun it was to see the different reactions across the room to her antics.

Just as she walked back into the room with a platter full of pretzels, her eyes were on the back of Harry’s head as he motioned to his friend that she was crazy.

Back into character, I goes.

All of Harry’s friends were trying to silently motion to him that she was behind him. As Harry slowly turned around, he watched her slow stride as she approached the table. All of Harry’s friends watched anxiously because this girl was unpredictable.

“Are you saying, I’m some kind of mental person?” Pretzels flew up in the air and came down like confetti. All of Harry’s friends jumped back as they began to vouch for him.

“No, he didn’t say that.”

“He told us he loved you.”

“Right, Harry?”

“I’m in a room full of liars and snakes. If you would lie to me then you would steal from me, and if you would steal from me then you would cheat on me. Are you cheating on me, Harry?” Y/N said with a small fake sob beginning to spill from her mouth. Every man in the room looked at each other confused. It was as if she was flipping through several personalities.

“No, I wouldn’t lie, steal, or cheat on you. Where did you even get that phrase from?” Harry said, going to stand feeling more confused than ever.

“Quite frankly, Harry you would.” She said immediately cutting off her sobs and going back to normal only making the men in the room question her sanity even more.

“I know that you did cheat, I just can’t prove it. First, you let our love roses die, and now I’m a mental person. I don’t want to be with someone who thinks I’m a mental person.” She said moving to collect her purse and the nearly dead roses.

“Goodbye, Harry. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” As soon as her back was turned to the men, she smiled. Walking out the door and hearing it shut she felt victorious.

Her assignment was done for good.

There was no way that after that Harry would be trying to come back. Y/N nearly felt bad for all the pretzels that he would have to clean up.

“You can’t let her go, Harry.” His friend spoke up not forgetting about his promotion. Harry on the other hand had the promotion in the farthest part of his mind. He was happy to no longer deal with her shenanigans.

“Let her leave, I’m in hell. I can’t deal with that,” Harry said feeling slight relief at her finally leaving. Her random meltdowns, phone calls, and popping up where he was were over with.

“The promotion.” His friend reminded him. Harry forgot about the task at hand, and he needed that promotion. Jumping up, he began to run out his door. He was wishing on a star right now that he could catch her.

She had finally gotten rid of him.

“Y/N, wait.”

Or so she thought.

She turned her head to see Harry running down the fire escape in search of her. What was it going to take for this guy to leave me alone? She thought. Turning around to face him, she jumped right back into acting mode making her face screw up as if she was pissed off.

“What do you want, Harry? Why are you running back to talk to a mental person?” She asked. Yes, she was acting, but she truly wanted to know why he would decide to come back to find her. Either this guy was falling for her or just like the crazy within her.

“I’m here to apologize. It was cruel of me to call you mental. You just care. I’m willing to do anything to fix it. I messed up. Please, forgive me.” Harry looked down at her with puppy dog eyes that made Y/N’s stomach curl a bit. She felt a slight blush on her cheeks looking at him in this vicinity. It was the same feelings from the first night that they met. Quickly, she broke eye contact trying to push those feelings down.

“I’m not sure that I can forgive this.” Harry watched her lips and how she kept a prominent pout as she said the words to him. It was cute. She was cute. Harry broke himself out of fonding over her and those beautiful lips.

“I’m willing to do anything,” he slowly dropping to his knees on the New York sidewalk, and she couldn’t figure out whether to find this enduring or disgusting. He kept his green eyes on her as he lowered himself to the ground. “Anything, Y/N.”

“Couples therapy?” She asked knowing that there was no way in hell he would agree to that.

“If that will make you forgive me then, yes. I’ll go.” He rose off the ground going to hug her as she twisted her face in confusion as soon as his head was tucked into her neck. Harry breathed in her scent that the wind was trying to blow away, but he could still smell it.

When they broke contact, she looked at him sternly.

“I love you Harrypie, but I don’t have to like you right now.”

With that said she continued her walk down the street until she was able to fetch a cab ride home. Harry watched her disappear in the night, walking back up to his apartment he ended the boys' night. He was left in a room filled with scattered pretzels and a grumpy cat looking back at him. His dreams were filled with a messy girl with pouty lips and a scream that could wake up the world.

…

Couples therapy was hell…well for Harry it was hell. Y/N seemed to enjoy throwing him under the bus at any moment, not only throwing him under the bus but weirdly partnering up with the therapist against him; At the same time, she accused him of trying to sleep with the therapist.

To say the least he left the session with a happy woman, a major headache, and a dent in his wallet. He honestly had a gut feeling the therapist was a fake one she found off the internet. One thing that he wasn’t expecting the therapist to suggest was taking her away for the weekend to go visit his family.

His family was originally from England, but when his Mom remarried they settled in a small town in Connecticut. He felt calm bringing her because Y/N had already formed a bit of a relationship with his Mom. He could tell that Y/N was nervous.

As he turned down the street where he had spent the majority of his childhood, he watched Y/N’s leg shake as the anxiety was creeping down her body. Maybe this was too far? She thought about pulling into the driveway of Harry’s childhood home.

She tried to calm herself with the fact that this relationship was just to get her ahead in life. It was just three more days, and they would both move on with their lives. Once Harry cut off the car, they both climbed out. Harry grabbed their bags to go inside the house. Before they could even step through the door, Harry’s Mom was greeting them with a smile. “My boy,” she called out, going to kiss his cheek.

“Mom this is Y/N. Y/N this is Anne. I shouldn’t even be introducing you two, I forgot that you already have talked.” He said with a smart-ass tone causing Anne to hit him with a small rag she had in her hand.

“Nothing wrong with a little girl talk. Go drop the bags off in your room. Leave Y/N to me.” Harry walked away up the stairs to his room. Anne moved closer to Y/N with a low voice as soon as the coast was clear.

“You know you’re the first girl that Harry has brought home. You’re too are cute. Come on, let’s go introduce you to the whole family!”

Harry’s family was so loving. She loved the dynamic that they had. Anne introduced Y/N to his sister who had much to tell her about the childhood she shared with Harry. Then his grandfather was currently teaching Y/N how to play poker. It was beautiful scenery too with a hidden lake out back.

“When you fold, that means you’re surrendering. Pretty much you’re throwing the towel in before it even starts.” Harry’s grandfather spoke to her.

“Your cards won’t be able to be played.” She was nodding her head trying to wrap her hand around the game's entire concept.

On cue, Harry walked out the back door and immediately found Y/N. He was happy to see her fitting in with his family. He found it cute.

“Look at the poker champion,” his uncle called out making Harry claim the title loud and proud.

“I don’t think you’ll be winning today, Harry. Your girl is becoming a poker pro.” Y/N blushed at Gemma calling her out.

“Is that so?” Harry asked Y/N as he sat down right next to her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders at him hiding her cards. “I think I can steal that title from you.”

“We’ll see about that. Deal me in.”

With the help of Harry’s family, Y/N just so happened to win over Harry. The night was filled with laughter and accusations of cheating...which she was. Y/N felt something inside of her brewing but she couldn’t tell what it exactly was.

She loved when Harry called her name out each time he accused her of cheating. She loved how he chased her around the backyard when he found out she was indeed cheating. That night she went to sleep with a charming boy, who had a dazzling smile in mind.

…

Today was peaceful. Outside of the city, it felt to Harry as if their energy shifted. His emotions with this girl have been up and down. Right now he felt so infatuated with her that it was overwhelming. He would find something about her each hour that made him laugh harder or smile a bit brighter. They were practically attached at the hip, only separating when needing to go to the bathroom.

Everything was feeling like the first night that he met her. It was something more personal. He wasn’t sure if it was because of them getting to be by themselves or the fact that he had finally brought a girl to his family, and they loved her. He just knew that as of right now he didn’t want to let go of her.

Right now, the pair were cuddled on the couch watching a movie as Harry’s family were running around doing other things. Suddenly, an idea came into his head as he looked at Y/N laughing at a scene.

“Want to go get naked?” He said randomly in her ear causing her to shoot up giving him a wild stare.

Without a doubt, she knew that she was sexually attracted to Harry, but his just randomly saying it caused panic to run through her.

Harry laughed at her reaction purposely teasing her, he watched as her eyes dilated while holding shock in them.

“Sorry, what I meant to say is would you like to go by the lake? We’ll be in swimsuits, I assure you.” Y/N held a hand to her chest blowing out air that she had been holding in.

“Although, if you would like to get naked, I wouldn’t stop you.” Y/N let out that loud laugh that was music to Harry’s ears.

“You’re such an ass.”

“You love it. Are we going?”

“Show me the way.”

…

The cool air hit Y/N’s legs as Harry walked in front of her leading her to the lake. They had a small picnic basket filled with goodies that Harry had decided to pack. Harry turned his head multiple times to ensure she was okay, and she gave him a kind smile right back each time.

They walked down the passageway until they hit the hidden area. Harry turned to face her feeling a bit shy about bringing her here. It was a sacred oasis for him when he would come to visit. It was something that he had to himself since he was a teen. “Welcome,” he said to her as she took in the location.

She never grew up in a small, close-knit town like this. It was a complete contrast from what she was used to. It was always loud noises coming from the city or the busy streets of New York that she had to walk down bumping into people; Here it was silence.

Just the sounds of nature flooding her ears. She felt at peace. “This is gorgeous, H.” Harry felt his face burn. He wasn’t sure if it was because of how soft her voice was while being dripped in pure adoration or because of the nickname she just assigned to him. He was going to just go with the latter.

“Early in the morning, it’s even better believe it or not.”

They sat down their belongings and undressed. While peeling off their clothes, the both of them stole secret glances at each other. Once they were settled in their swimsuits, Harry overlooked her body as her swimsuit hugged her curves.

She was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

His tattoos were melting into his tanned toned skin as she tried not to let her stare linger for too long. “I’m going to head in, you can keep making googly eyes at me.” Harry teased running into the water. This time Y/N was the one to blush. She chased after him not letting him get too far away.

They played innocently in the water, it was childish splashes shared between them, and a game of marco polo. After getting tired of the water, the both of them watched as the sun was gradually setting. Harry was laid across Y/N’s plush thighs as she was snacking on some grapes. As their bodies dried, Harry was in a deep thinking process.

Harry didn’t know how to describe the way that he felt. It was a weird set of emotions for him. He had never had a serious relationship, then when he happens to meet someone that has driven him mad in all of the ways one can imagine; It happens that he is using her for a bet.

He looked up at her as she unknowingly was stuffing her mouth with grapes. “You look like the cutest chipmunk ever,” she looked down at him, as Harry flashed those bunny teeth that caused her heart to throb.

Hitting him playfully, he sat up moving away from her attack. After she finished chewing she began to speak, “they were really good grapes I swear.”

Harry turned his head up focusing on how the sky had become a little gloomy, “Hey, Y/N, I think that we should head out now. I think that it’s going to-” Before he could finish his sentence, the weather did a 180 causing them the laugh at the small sprinkles of water that began to hit them. Sprinkles the turned to hard rain hitting their skin

Quickly gathering their thing, they ran in the direction of his family home as their laughs got lost in the pouring rain. Once, they made it inside they ran upstairs into the bathroom together and locked the door.

“Let me get the shower for you, if you hear someone flush a toilet be sure to jump out,” he laughed to her as he turned on the water. He turned to face her with a smile on his face.

“Who knew things would change so fast,” Harry said with a laugh shaking water out of his hair. Y/N knew that he was talking about the weather, but she couldn’t help but feel emotion spark within her with his choice of words.

This was all supposed to be a silly bet for her to promote to a higher position, she didn’t know that she would have ended up feeling these kinds of emotions about him. She turned from him as guilty tears ran down her face. Harry immediately noticed a shift in the air as she sat on the toilet lid in distress.

”Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Harry cooed kneeling infront of her and moving her wet hair behind her ears, wanting to get a better look at her face.

Y/N looked up at him with red eyes as she tried to explain her emotions without fully giving them away the reason behind her tears. “It’s just this weekend has been so nice, hasn’t it? Your mom is so kind and it’s just your family is so nice. It w-” she cut herself off with a deep breath before she was about to reveal herself.

“My family loves you and I- yes it has been a great weekend. One of the best I’ve had in a while.” Harry moved his hand to her thigh and she looked down at when he was touching her. There was a connection and both of them questioned if the other could feel it.

“A beautiful girl like you is never meant to cry. Can you show me your smile? I love your smile.” Harry spoke to her with a slight rasp in his voice.

“C’mon, you know you want to smile for me.” He said poking her cheek and teasing her as she tried to contain the blush rising on her cheeks.

She showed him a smile…just not the normal one. “That’s a scary smile, I want my girl’s smile.” She pursed her lips before showing her natural smile.

“There we go, think you have some spinach in your teeth though.”

“I do not.”

“You don’t, I just wanted to mess with you,” Harry said laughing as he moved closer.

He wanted to kiss her.

She wanted him to kiss her.

As if they could read each other’s minds, their lips connected in a way they had not before. It was an overwhelming feeling for both of them. They couldn’t understand when the line started to merge.

They both tried their best to keep their lips connected as clothes began to fly off. By the time they hit the shower, they explored each other in the same way how they wanted to on the first night they met. It was the same burning desire running in them, only now they were both in love with each other without fully admitting it to themselves.

…

Saying goodbye was always bittersweet, but it shouldn’t feel like this. After a weekend together like this he wanted it to stay for good, they were infront of her apartment lingering outside not wanting to say goodbye.  

“Well, this is me…” she said not wanting to leave but knowing she would have to.

“I know, kiss goodbye?” She nodded her head wanting the same thing. Pressing a kiss to his lips she moved to move away.

“Bye Harrybooboo,” she said with a laugh using the nickname not to annoy him this time, but just to tease him.

“Bye, honey bear,” Harry teased right back.

Y/N laughed stepping away and walked to the door of her building but stopped hearing Harry shout her name.

“Tomorrow my job is hosting a gala, will you be my date?”

“I would love to. What time?”

“8 on the dot.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

…

Harry looked down at his leather boots while he waited for Y/N to come downstairs. It was finally the night of the gala and he was dressed to impress, not only because he was a representation of the company. He wanted to impress Y/N. He was dressed in one of the suits from the newest collection coming out soon.

Harry waited for her patiently not wanting to rush her but knowing that they were cutting it close. His body leaned against the chauffeured car that he had gotten for them. His nerves were an absolute wreck, he was doing every single thing that he could to distract himself; He fidgeted with each one of his rings and tossed his hair in every which way.

“Hello, Harrybooboo,” all of the nerves fell away before his eyes could even look at her. Just by being able to hear her voice, he felt a calmness.

Looking up at her, he felt as if someone had physically punched him in his chest knocking all of the wind out of him. She was beautiful. He held his right hand over his heart to calm how rapidly it had started beating.

Y/N stood on top of the stairs feeling a bit timid, she had spent all of the time trying to look her best. It was all worth it to see him looking at her as if she was the most prized possession in the world.

Harry observed the yellow silk dress that matched her perfectly. It clings to her body, the body that he had fallen for so fast. Her hair was in an updo showing off her beautiful face. He was completely and utterly gone for her.  As she walked down the stairs he opened the door for her to climb in first.  

“You clean up nice,” she said with a smile before going to greet him with a hug.

“You’re not too shabby either,” Harry said flashing her a toothy grin.

“I’m going to head in, you can keep making googly eyes at me.” She said to him with a teasing smile climbing into the car. Harry laughed at her repeating his words from two days ago.

“Gladly.”

…

The gala was beautiful, and the designs from the upcoming collection were on display. Ranging from jewelry pieces to styled outfits. Y/N was in awe.

She was happy to be here with Harry…although he wasn’t right by her right now. This was still a work event for him so he couldn’t be by her side through it all. They had gotten separated somewhere along the way. She was now looking at one of the styled outfits on display that caught her eye.

“Y/N,” she heard her name called by an unfamiliar voice.

Turning her head, she made out the face to be Harry’s boss from one of her too many visits to his job. “Mr. Bardot, you’re Harry’s boss. Hello.”

“That I am, and you’re his…”

She was never asked this question before, they weren’t technically anything official. It had only been ten days for goodness sake.

“I’m his date.”

“Right, but I’ve seen you lingering around my office more than once. You can’t be just a date.” She swallowed nervously not knowing what to exactly say.

“I guess you could say that I’m more than just a date. Harry and I have a weird dynamic.” She ended her sentence with a peal of nervous laughter hoping that his nosy boss would catch a hint, and go meddle in someone else’s business. Turning back to look at the styled piece, she nearly spits out her champagne at his next sentence.

“Right, I guess things do become weird once you fall in love with someone.” He said nonchalantly.

Turning her head back to him, “l-love? I didn’t say that.”

“Well, that’s what would make it a weird dynamic, right? I mean I’ve been looking at you both since you walked in together. That looked like love.”

Y/N felt as if she was having some kind of existential crisis, it was if she had started questioning everything. She knew that her feelings for Harry were growing rapidly without her even knowing. But love? It was as if everything had come crashing down on her at once.

Even though all the silly gimmicks that she pulled, she had gotten to know him on a personal level. There were real feelings and moments between them. Moments that caused her to have butterflies in her stomach anytime she thought of them. Y/N looked at his boss while she stumbled on her words.

“I think you know deep down. For what it is worth, I believe he feels the same.” With that said he was gone leaving her alone in her thoughts. Swallowing her emotions that were trying to come up, she downed the rest of her drink.

Harry was having a rather sociable night. He’s talked to every important person here that would only further his career. Even an older woman who got a bit too handsy with him. Through it all, he just had one person missing by his side. Harry was on his way to go find her because everyone was soon to be seated.

“Styles,” he heard his name being called. He knew who it was immediately because his boss was the only person to call his last name instead of Harry.

“I met her. The girl is in love with you. Congratulations, the campaign is all yours.”

With that said his boss disappeared into the crowd as Harry stood there trying to process what he had said.

“Y/N is in love with me,” he whispered to himself. Scanning the room for his girl in the yellow dress, his eyes spotted her sitting at a table near the front of the stage.

“She’s in love with me,” Harry said in disbelief. Just as he was about to pick up his heart off the floor and head to her, someone else got in between them.

“Oh, you’re looking at, Y/N.”

He turned to see an older woman watching Y/N along with him. “You know her?” He asked still staring her down.

“I’m her boss, she is one of the star journalists at my company. Right now, I asked her to work on this assignment of making some unlucky guy out there fall in love with her. She had ten days to fool someone, and the stories she has told us are ridiculous. We actually kind of feel for the guy.”

Harry felt his heart drop hearing her boss speak about this unlucky guy. He was the unlucky guy. Her boss kept talking in his ear, repeating all of the things that Y/N had done to him. So, many emotions crashed into his body at once. He felt embarrassed that he was the laughing stock in her life, he felt stupid for not seeing through her behavior then getting played by her, and lastly, he felt betrayed for falling in love with a girl who clearly never felt those feelings.

Walking away from Y/N’s boss in the middle of her talking, he walked to the bar in desperate need of a moment to collect his thoughts.

Little did he know Y/N was across the gala with a smile on her face waiting for Harry as the dinner was about to start, she felt the presence of someone behind her thinking that it was Harry, only for it to be his two friends from work.

“Hey, guys,” she said as they sat down confused as to why they were here.

“Hi, Y/N. We just wanted to ask you something. Harry has worked really hard in the company to finally get where he is; So, if you could just keep playing along with our boss and pretending that you’re in love with him that would be great.” Y/N’s face dropped at his words.

“Yes, he doesn’t need to know anything about the bet. Just smile and convince him that you’re in love.” Harry’s other coworker added in.

Y/N picked up her champagne glass swallowing the remains. She agreed so that they could leave the table and leave her the hell alone.

It was hard to pinpoint one emotion that was running through her body but the main one was at herself. She felt foolish for falling for Harry. All his chivalry, and how she looked at her were all fake. A surge of anger ran through her, ad a person is never more vulnerable than when they’re angry. Anger is only a protective shield to protect the sadness she didn’t feel like showing yet.

It was as if she could feel a burning stare in her neck. When she turned, she could see Harry watching her from across the room. Both of them have hardening stares. Harry’s jaw was clenched as he tried to control himself since this was a work event. Y/N scoffed at him turning away, not even wanting to look at him.

What reason does he have to be mad?

What reason does she have to be mad?

Both of them thought at the same time.

The lights in the room began to dim signaling that it was time to pay attention to the stage. Harry moved through the dining area but ended up getting stopped by the same older woman from before who didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.

He tried to move away as he heard the announcer introduce the performer for tonight. Just as he thought his night couldn’t get more dramatic, he heard the sweet voice that he is the most upset with right now.

“Yes, let’s all give a hand for this. I’m sorry to impose but I just needed to give a special shout-out to someone. Harry Styles is a hard-working man, a great swimmer, and a real charmer. He cares deeply about his job and is willing to do anything to succeed.” Y/N and Harry stared each other down as if they had become sworn enemies in their short time here.

“I must say, that even though he has many great attributes. Out of all of his many great talents is that he is a hell of a singer. And he has decided tonight to perform for you all. Harry, come on stage and sing your song.” She said with a fake smile as a spotlight found Harry standing in the middle of the room.

Harry couldn’t believe her, clearly, she had found out about his bet and wanted to make a spectacle. He would give her what she wanted. Everyone in the room clapped, encouraging Harry to go.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles.” She said with an artificial voice. Adjusting his double-breasted jacket, he moved through the crowd keeping his eyes on her as he walked onto the stage. She placed the mic down on a stool, and began to make her escape. Harry dashed to the stage picking up the mic as she tried to leave.

“Y/N. Y/N don’t leave. You couldn’t dare walk out and not show the world that beautiful voice of yours.” If looks could kill Harry would have passed out on that stage. “Doesn’t everyone want to hear a duet tonight?” The crowd went wild wanting more than ever for the pair to do a song together.

Y/N flashed an awkward smile at the cheers. “Everyone please, give a warm welcome to, Y/N.”

Harry grabbed a mic that wasn’t in use and held it out for her to grab, Y/N wasn’t going to back down at him challenging her right now. So, with a smile on her face, she walked right back up to the stage. As Harry turned to the band asking if they could play a certain song for them.

As the instrumental for You’re So Vain began to play. Y/N was now on stage as Harry nodded his head to the beat. “Oh, that’s nice,” he said on the mic turning to face her.

“You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht.” He said emphasizing his words as he sang. Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed the free mic from his hand aggressively.

He continued going, taunting her and not really knowing any of the words. This only further upset her because now she needed to correct him. Getting sick of his antics she went to go sing.

“And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner,” she said in a mocking tone really giving the audience a show. Not one that they expected but one filled with drama and tension.

“Harry’s so vain,” she sang into the mic off-key.

“You probably think this song is about you. Harry Styles, you’re so vain.” She dragged out her singing as Harry attempted to talk over her muttering that she was the vain one.

Getting sick of being up here she stopped in the middle to direct her attention to him as if they were in the room alone. The instrumental of the song kept playing as they talked in the mic letting everyone hear them. “You tricked me into falling in love with you. Do you have an ounce of shame?”

“And what did you do? You trashed my place and took me to some fake ass couples therapy so that you, you Y/N could have a promotion. You also made me miss the biggest game of the season.” He said on the mic arguing his side of things.

“Do we hear that ladies and gentlemen, Harry missed a game? I want everyone to know that your sex is lame.” She said in a singsong voice.

“You named my dick princess Sofia,” Harry said arguing back as the audience gasped at the back and forth between them.

“Well, why did you have to bring that up?” Y/N said as the crowd now began to laugh at them. It was a hot mess and everyone was eating up the drama of it all.

“You’re so vain.”

“No, you’re so vain!” Y/N finished off getting sick of all of this back and forth, and threw her mic down to exit stage left.

“There she goes, ladies and gentlemen. Running away, good job, Y/N.” Harry yelled on the mic. As she tried to run through the gala, Harry dropped his mic and immediately ran after her. He wasn’t going to let her get away this easily.

Pushing through the bulky doors of the gala, she ran down the steps trying not to trip on her dress.

Harry was right on her tail, and as he watched her approach the bottom of the stairs he called out for her. “Y/N, just wait. We’re not done here.” He said losing his breath because he just had to catch her.

“No, we are done.” She said turning around. Pointing to him in anger, Harry walked right up to her with a scowl on his face.

“You played me, just to get a campaign. You’re a backstabber!”

“Oh, so you’re innocent? Coming into my life and turning it upside down for a fucking article. Was it worth it?” Harry said in complete anger. He was in love with her, he knew this for certain. Now it all meant nothing. It wasn’t going to go anywhere because she doesn’t have the same feelings as him.

The both of them looked away from each other, Harry had to walk away for a moment gathering this anger inside of him. He didn’t want to yell at her or act this way toward her. He couldn’t help the feeling of betrayal. He didn’t like this feeling. That anger that Y/N started to have was melting down to just pure sadness. Harry wasn’t in love with her. He only had one goal in mind and accomplished it.

“So that’s all I was to you?” Harry said turning around to face her again. Instead of anger being laced through his voice, it was low and full of sorrow. “Just some project to you. Something for you and your coworkers to get a good laugh at?”

“I guess I was just some random girl that you picked out.”

“Your readers are going to love this. What a beautiful twist for you, truly, I hope they love the article.” Harry said with sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“I wonder what the odds are of them liking it, want to bet on it?” She said with a sour tone. Tears began to fill her eyes, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying infront of him.

“Bravo, Y/N. Your job was to lose a guy in ten days, and guess what? You just lost him. Congratulations.” Harry attempted to walk away from her for good wanting to have the last word.

“How can I lose a man that I never had, Harry?” With that said she turned around no longer wanting to be here. Harry watched with a heavy heart as the woman that he loved walked away from him for the last time.

…

The last few days for Y/N have been hard. She had ended up writing, and turning in the article wanting to finish her assignment. When she turned in her article, she also notified her boss that she would be resigning. This place no longer served what she needed, and she could see that even though she had completed her boss’ task, her boss wasn’t willing to give her what she had promised. Walking out of the office building for the last time was bittersweet, but it was the next step in her life. Heading to her apartment, she was beginning to pack for her move across the country.

…

Harry had thrown himself into work. Yes, he loved that he had gotten the campaign, but at what cost? It was as if the world was mocking him each time he had to go into his job. Right now, he was giving his opinion on one of the fabrics as his friend approached him.

“Harry, I think that you would like to see this.”

He turned around only to be faced with a magazine. A magazine with his girl right on the front. Well, it wasn’t his girl. She never truly was. Taking it from his hands. He started lipping through the pages, he found her article and began to read it. Once he got to the bottom, what he read shocked him. It was almost as if he could hear her voice.

When I began to write this article, it was to call out all the silly dating faux pas. In the end, I ended up losing someone special to me.

Those same emotions hit Harry. It wasn’t one of anger but what he had initially felt for her. Love. He needed to get to her. Harry refused to go on another day without her because of the mistakes that they both made.

“I need you to look over this, I need to go get my girl.”

Rushing out of his office building, Harry grabbed the helmet to his motorcycle he pulled out of storage to ride trying to get Y/N off his mind. He was thankful that he had it because New York traffic was a bitch. Speeding down the streets of Manhattan. He first arrived at her job hoping that she would be there.

He needed her to be there.

“Sorry, she is not here. Y/N quit two days ago, she is heading to the airport right now to go to an interview across the country.” Her coworkers told him as he cursed himself.

Looking more at her coworker's face he noticed her, “I knew that you weren’t a real therapist.” He said walking away from her and grabbing their love roses that Y/N happened to leave behind.

“She made me do it.” Her friend said smiling at him.

“You owe me money,” Harry called out exiting the building.

He hopped right back on his bike and began his journey to her apartment. Just as he approached her could see her hair as she climbed into the back of a cab. Due to the noises in the city, there was no way for her to hear him calling out her name.

“Shit, I’m not giving up on you,” he said to himself. Revving his bike, he dodged in and out of traffic tracking her cab. Even almost getting her cab mixed up with a sea of yellow cabs. He gained speed as they approached a bridge. Harry could see the silhouette of her head in the back of the cab. Pulling up to the side of her cab, he hit the window, startling her.

“Harry? What are you doing?” She said in disbelief as she lowered her window.

“Pull over, Y/N we need to talk.” He screamed in the wind. He pointed to an area where technically it would be illegal to stop but would make them not stop traffic. Not wanting Harry to die, Y/N kindly asked her driver to pull over. Even though it was an inconvenience, he pulled over. Y/N hopped out of the car as Harry took off his helmet.

“If you’re trying to get yourself killed then you’re on the right track,” Y/N told him crossing her arms.

“Is this true?” He asked in distress holding up the magazine. He needed to hear these words from her. He needed to know that this wasn’t for her to sell some articles and that what she wrote were her true emotions.

“Harry, please. I have an interview-”

“Is this true, Y/N? Please, just answer the question and I’ll walk away forever if you want me to.”

Y/N swallowed her pride and for once put down the shield that she would have normally had up. “Everything that I wrote is real. I would never be that vulnerable if it wasn’t how I felt, Harry.” She said feeling herself get choked up.

“Then why are you leaving me?”

“I need to find a job, Harry. I want to be a journalist, writing real stories with meaning. I can’t do that here.” She said wiping the stray tear that decided to escape.

“I know you have an interview. A journalist like you doesn’t need to travel across the country to find something. You fit in right here. You deserve to be right here. There isn’t a job in New York you could find to love every single part of you.” Harry spoke to her wanting her to see, and understand the talent that she had inside of her.

“Where are you going?” He asked the same question only different this time. Y/N bit her lip because she was at a loss for words. Here was this beautiful soul she had known, and got to love practically begging her to stay.

“I told you it’s the only place I can go if I want to be a real journalist.”

“Well, I think that you’re running away.”

“You can keep these thoughts for the next girl you want to bet on, I’m not running away?” She said going to turn and climb right back in the car.

“Are you going to fold?”

Y/N stops in her tracks.

“If you tell me right now that this, this between us, is a risk for you; And you don’t want to take that risk. I want you to tell me. I need you to look me in my eyes and tell me. Tell me you fold. Because for me, you’re worth every risk. Time and time again I would choose you.” Y/N turned around to face him taking in every emotion across his face.

He wanted this. He wanted them together.

Harry stepped closer to her getting into her space, they were so close yet miles apart. He wanted to taste her lips again. He wanted to breathe in that scent that he fell in love with.

“Lady, what are you going to do? I have places to be.” Her cab driver asked. Harry could look into her eyes and tell that she wanted to say yes. They were worth the risk. His stubborn girl wanted him just as much as he needed her.

Pulling out his wallet, Harry pulled out a large bill and handed it to the driver while keeping his eyes on her. “Take her stuff back to the apartment. She will be riding with me.”

“How do you know what I’ll say?” She asked with a smile dancing on her lips.

“I’m calling your bluff, baby.” At those words, Harry took her face in between his hands, and connected their lips together. He never knew that he could miss a person this much. Y/N was elated at this feeling inside of her. Love was hard and consuming but it was all worth it. She wouldn’t change one thing that happened to lead them to this moment.

Breaking away from the kiss, they held hands as they walked toward his motorcycle. “Look who tagged along.”

“Our love roses. I love you so much, Harrybooboo.” She teased pinching his cheek with one hand as she went to go pick up the roses with the other.

“I love you more, honey. I’m never letting this relationship die again.”

[therealhousewifeofharrystyles]

Harry’s Home

Part II.

Read Part 1 Here!

Pairing/AU: Roommate!Harry // Roommate!Y/N

Word Count: ~ 8.7k words

⚠️ Content Warnings: Adult Language, Lots of Flirting, Pining, Sexual Desire, References to Body Weight (“Chubby” Reader), Mentions of Body-Type Biases, Fantasies of Rough Sex, Breeding Fantasies, ~Slow Burn~

My mom adores Harry (probably more than me, sometimes) and she’s confident that we’ll fall in love and get married within the next year or so. To Harry’s chagrin, his own mother seems to also be manifesting some sort of whirlwind romance to ignite within this cottage. Not to brag, but Anne Twist has already practically declared me as her daughter-in-law. She mirrors my mother’s doting of Harry, and I don’t mind it one bit. I’ve even heard Anne and Harry talking about me a few times during her brief visits to the states. Always pleasant things, thankfully.

One time, they were chatting in the kitchen while I’d just passed them to continue laundry in the room across the hall. I could hear every word—whilst I’m sure that Harry hoped to God I couldn’t hear any of it…but these walls are just so thin. 

“‘Scuse me, guys…just gotta get these goin’.” I smiled, making my way down the hallway with Harry’s clothes hamper. Before I’d passed by, I made eye contact with Harry for a brief moment. My heart sank as if I was nervous all of a sudden. I didn’t know why, but things felt weird that day. Between Harry and I, I mean. Normally, I wouldn’t even bat an eye whilst giving the man a quick greeting in passing. I lived with him, he was the first and last person I’d see and speak to every day, so I was used to his presence being a constant in my life. But that afternoon, something just seemed off. 

Maybe it had something to do with his mom visiting us—uh, I mean, him. Ugh, I’ve gotta quit making a habit out of grouping Harry and I together as a package deal. We’re not a couple. No matter how much his mom hugged and doted on me like I was her own daughter, the line was already drawn when we signed our lease.

That’s not to say that Anne has ever made me feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary. It was strange how natural and familiar it felt to be around Harry’s mom. I suppose one thing that bothered me is that she’d tend to assume things about our relationship. And so the unavoidable reality of my roommate’s mother suspecting us to be more than just friends certainly made me a little uncomfortable. Actually, insecure would be a better word for it. I was insecure that I may have been too obvious in the way I care for Harry, and that I was stupid for even having thought he could feel anything similar towards me. 

I teetered between optimism and self-pity constantly. Men could be so complicated. Nay. Harry could be so complicated. But that’s beside the point. The real issue was the growing tension in the air…the flickering flame left unattended, slowly eating away at both Harry and myself for far too long. And Anne, of all people, would be the first one to bring attention to it.

Once I’d made it to the laundry room, I popped open the washing machine and dumped out all of Harry’s dirty clothes. I was truly minding my own business, drifting off in my own little world; but then I was yanked out by Anne and Harry’s restless banter that echoed down the hall and disturbed my relaxed state of autopilot.

“Oh, you’re cheeky, Harry.” Anne hummed. Even though they couldn’t see me anymore, my ears still worked fine from where I was. I don’t think Harry’s mom really intended to be quiet anyway. “What?” Harry asked after sighing. “Oh, don’t act so shy, dear. I’ve seen the way you look at her.” As the last words exited her mouth, it was like a light switched on inside of her. She gasped and swatted at Harry’s shoulder—him instantly reacting with a, “What I do?!” Anne then scoffed, “Why didn’t you tell me the two of you finally got together?!” A kaleidoscope of butterflies danced around the soft curls that cascaded down my shoulders and traveled south to tickle my belly. 

Harry looked at me…like that? In front of his own mother? So he wasn’t just a horny bastard…he was actually attract—

—“What on Earth are you talking about? Me ‘n her?!” Harry gestured towards the hallway. Anne pursed her lips and nodded. “Oi, tha’s ridiculous! Y/N and me?! Tha’s just…that’ll never happen…”

Oh, um…never mind.

“…‘Sides, mum, you’re mad if y’think I’d start somethin’ up' with my housemate. Just be makin’ things weird…She’s not even my type, anyway.”

I silently sighed out a breath and roughly dumped out the rest of Harry’s dirty clothes into the washer, a faint scowl adorning my face.

“Yeah, right. You can’t possibly expect me to believe any of that rubbish. I think you’re just afraid of getting hurt again.” I could tell by the sadness in her voice that she was frowning. “Oh, my poor baby boy. Don’t you think you should put yourself back out there, Lovie?” 

“No, no. It’s not because I’m afraid, mum. I’m just…I’m too busy. Vol. 6 is working on an autumn collection, and I’m in charge of the ad design. I’ve got a lot on my plate, you know?”

To be fair, Harry was actually getting pretty busy at work. He’d told me about the new campaign he’d been working on and how it needed to be approved by corporate by October. That meant he had a couple weeks to complete it. I was excited for him, as he’d become the brand’s lead marketing strategist earlier this year, which had provided him with a lot of decision-making power in his department. Surprisingly, the promotion made him slightly more humble, but in-turn, he was also a bit crankier at home. I think it was because he was overworking himself, honestly.

Anne huffed and said, “Well, not everything in life has convenient timing, dear. Y/N could get scooped up tomorrow and you’d have completely blown it f’yourself!” The front door opened and it sounded to me that they’d slowly made it out onto the front porch. Harry kept the door open, as there was a slight chill in the air and I assumed he was also feeling a bit flushed at the time, so the breeze was welcomed. Since Harry didn’t shut the door, I was still able to listen to their conversation from the laundry room. Though, their voices became less intelligible due to the distance and the outdoor ambiance.

“Oi, mum! Please keep your voice down!” I found it funny how Harry was claiming he had nothing but platonic feelings for me—that he was too busy and we weren’t compatible in that way at all—yet, he sounded so desperate to ensure I wasn’t able to overhear their discussion. If he didn’t care about me romantically, why would he be so adamant about keeping Anne’s volume down? Why would he be so defensive about it? It’s not like he’d be lowballing if he were to go for me. I may not be perfect, but I don’t have to be a skinny little model with legs for days—my body has curves to die for, and no man has to worry that he’ll break me in half. My feelings are fragile, but I can take a good, hard fucking any day of the week. Hell, I’d take it every day of the week if it were up to me. And for his information—I have…it’s just been a while…

“She’s doin’ your laundry, for bloody sake!” That was true, I was doing his laundry. But that was only because Harry’s always insisted that I do it. Ever since this one time when we were sitting on the couch together, and I was falling asleep watching tv. Attempting to get more comfortable, I’d stretched my legs out towards him and laid back against a pillow and the couch arm. Luckily for me, Harry was nice enough that night to let me get away with using him as a leg rest without any complaints. I also remember him starting to doze off. Instead of pushing me out of the way and going up to bed, he squeezed himself to lay behind me and spooned me. He nuzzled his face into my hair and into my neck, and then rested his cheek against my shoulder. I then heard the rumble of his sleepy voice as he said, “Mmh…you smell…s’sweet…kinda like vanilla…I like tha’…wanna smell ya all the time…you should wash my clothes f’me so I can smell you on me wherever I go…”

At the time, as I laid there in a soft daze with Harry’s strong, inked arms wrapped around my middle, his stubble scratching my neck, and something firm rocking back and forth ever-so-gently against my ass…my heart soared at his words, and I couldn’t bear to deny him his request.

Later, standing alone with an alert mind sans sexy, tattooed, British rake pressed tightly against my plush body—I was no longer swooning. Harry was perfectly capable of using the same combination of detergent, softener, and scent beads that I use. If he desired my aroma so badly, the ingredients would’ve been all he needed. I guess he was in charge of cooking and the dishes, so there wasn’t really an imbalance of responsibilities. But, damn. What a doormat I'd been for going through with that. He may be insanely hot, but he’s still just as stinky as the rest of them. Sure, I’ve been more than happy to fold all his clean clothes for him, but only if they’re fresh out of the dryer and smell all light and powdery like Downy.

“No, no, we split the difference! She’s got the laundry, and I’ve got the, uh…kitchen. Cooking and all tha’.” Even though he was responding defensively, he was only digging himself a deeper hole in front of his mother. She saw right through all those excuses, explanations, etc. So did I. However, Anne was approaching her disbelief a lot differently than how I would’ve if it were me who he was blabbing all that nonsense to. Granted, I didn’t raise him from infancy, nor had I even known the man for very long. But the truth was that Harry’s never been great at confrontation—well, when he’s on the opposite end of it, at least. And so he tended to struggle with his words whenever someone caught him at a time when he wasn’t prepared. 

“I know you’ve got feelings f’her, Gemma knows you do…hell, I bet Y/N even knows it! C’mon, Harry. You two are so cute!” Anne sounded absolutely delighted. I didn’t blame her, but I couldn’t share her same excitement.

Instead of stepping in and saving Harry from any further humiliation from his mother, I decided I’d just stay hidden and let him dig himself out on his own. He’s a grown man, he could fight his own battles. Besides, I was too busy doing his fucking laundry.

“I—Gemma’s a right nutcase, and you know tha’, mum!” Harry whispered.

“Oh, nonsense. Gem knows you even better than I do, Harry!”

I have to give credit to Anne for so shamelessly putting him on the spot like that. Typically, I was the one who tripped over the simplest of words and phrases. It’s just in my timid nature. But it was entertaining to hear someone else—someone who’s normally so haughty and snide—experiencing that kind of social mishap. Especially since that same person tended to use my weakness against me. Karma’s a bitch, huh, Harry?

“That pest—!” He seethed before Anne immediately cut him off.

“—Oi, hey! Be nice to your sister, Harry! You know, one day, when I’m all old and sickly…”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

“...You’ll want me to live with her! Keep up that attitude, boy, and you’ll be the one changing my diapers!”

Aw, what a Hallmark moment.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if Harry was white-knuckling the doorknob. I could picture it vividly—deep lines between his brows, nostrils flaring, his free hand held up to his bottom lip, whilst his sweet mother grinned ear to ear and pinched at his adorable, pink cheeks. “...Ooh, but Harry, lovie, it’s so exciting to think that once you and Y/N finally get together, I’ll have a second daughter! God, I just can’t wait for the wedding!” Anne squealed. Harry must’ve glared at his mother right then because I couldn’t hear him say anything. “Do you think you’ll have it here, or will we fly you back home? In that case, it’ll probably need to be a smaller ceremony, hm? ‘Could always have the ceremony in Holmes, and then close family can fly out for a reception here. I’ve heard of couples doing things of that sort…No matter—we’ll cross that road when we get to it.” She beamed with a quick laugh.

My cheeks hurt and I didn’t know why until I noticed I’d been fighting a smile. I felt childish. It was silly to consider all of that stuff even remotely possible—I mean, Harry and I being a couple. Thinking about us getting married…no, no…that could never happen. Just as he said.

“My grandchildren are going to be so beautiful!” Suddenly my fantastical mother-in-law sang from the front porch.

G-Grandchildren..? I’d almost dumped the entire jug of detergent into the washing machine at that one. Marriage was one thing. But giving birth to…m-m-multiple children?! 

I didn’t have any intention to have a baby—let alone babies, plural. I might’ve not wanted children at all…well, maybe one…or I could just forget about the classic American Dream and get a cat instead. I had no clue. But now I was thinking about it. 

More than just thinking about it, though. I was fantasizing.

My mind was locked on the specific scenario of Harry impregnating me. Marking me as his own. Sowing his seed deep inside my fertile cervix. Hot waves of liquid heat then soaked into the crotch of my panties. I guess my body was quite fond of that fantasy.

As the damp cotton between my generous thighs uncomfortably clung to my sensitive skin, I thought I’d might as well just add them to the wash. So I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them before taking a moment to examine the evidence of my obnoxious downpour of arousal. I bit my lip at the sight of the large, sodden stain. How was that arrogant asshole able to do this kind of shit to me? He wasn’t even in the room!

I scoffed, shaking my head at the humiliating outcome of my sexual deprivation and desperation, and flung the soiled panties into the machine. Good thing I was wearing a dress where the skirt was long enough to cover my newly-bare ass and cunt. Well, provided I wouldn’t be standing at the even slightest off-angle. Lord, I was so grateful to have been out of sight as my body was bent over at the waist, reaching out for the fabric softener.

Whilst I kept on loading the washer, I was also daydreaming about my newest fantasy. 

Maybe I wouldn’t mind bearing Harry’s children…one wouldn’t be so bad, would it? I wouldn’t be all that against weaning off my birth control and letting the inevitable happen. You know…once he’d pump all his hot cum inside me…He could give it to me every morning before work…after work…before bed…in the middle of the night…hell, if he called me on a lunch break asking if I could take another load, I know I wouldn’t be able to resist. Standing commando in the laundry room got me wondering what Harry would do if I just started walking around the house with tiny little shorts and dresses and rompers with nothing on underneath (except for a bra, probably. I’d need the support). I was grateful for my large, gap-less thighs at that moment as I could sense that more moisture was threatening to escape down my wobbly legs.

I was trying my best not to peek out from the laundry room to witness the scene unfolding for myself, but I stood still with my back pressed against the washing machine, Anne’s words repeating themselves over and over again in my head. Whether any of that dreamy nonsense was true…that Harry had romantic feelings for me…it just wasn’t realistic. I had to remind myself that it was just a bunch of harmless teasing. That Harry’s mom was exaggerating the truth for a laugh. Making up elaborate future plans to get his goat. Yeah, that’s all it was. I could understand why she’d push Harry into throwing one of his lil’ man-tantrums—he’s awfully adorable when he’s stuttering and all red in the face, having the hardest time letting it go.

Growing curious, and not being able to hear them as clearly anymore, I moved myself out from the laundry room and closer towards them at the entryway. I still kept myself somewhat hidden behind one of the large wooden columns situated between the hallway and the front door, near the kitchen’s island counter. I was right when I assumed they’d already made it outside onto the front porch. Anne was so close to actually leaving, but I guess Anne preferred to do a Minnesota goodbye that afternoon. She proceeded to gush about Harry’s non-existent future with me, adding more details for wedding planning. Meanwhile, Harry was trying to keep her mouth shut in the most patient and polite manner he’d deemed possible. He’d already stayed silent through the comments about providing his mother with grandchildren, but it seemed as though she wasn’t going to end the discussion any time soon. It was time to take more drastic measures. He knew better than to be disrespectful towards his mother, and he never intended to blatantly disrespect her in any way. Except, by this point, Harry was reaching the limit of his patience. If it meant he could keep his personal business from reaching curious ears, he’d be willing to suffer the consequences.

“ALRIGHT! I GET IT! SHHHHH!” Harry was desperate to get her out the door as soon as he could at that moment. He’d never act that way towards his mother, otherwise. Anne, however, was not in the mood to tolerate his behavior. It didn’t matter that Harry was a full-grown, 30-year-old man. A mother will always be a mother. She gasped at the way her son tried to silence her and lightly smacked his shoulder. I saw it coming from a mile away, and I wasn’t even technically there.

“Don’t you shush your mother, Harry Edward.” She tsk-tsked. “But—!” Before he could even defend himself, Anne cut him off. “—Enough! Zip it.” The snap of her fingers made my mind create a hilarious image of Harry standing there at 6-feet tall, but presenting as a tiny toddler on the verge of a tantrum. I had to muffle my giggle with my hand.

Then, I decided to sneak a quick glance from behind the column. From where I was, I could see Harry leant up against our opened front door, his arms crossed over his abdomen, one set of long, ringed digits pulling at his lips. “Oi, and quit picking your lips! She’ll never wanna kiss you if you’re all chapped ‘n bleedin’, lovie!” 

“Oh, f’fuck’s sake!” He whisper-yelled. I heard him smack his palms down at his sides like some crabby 3 year-old having just been told to behave himself. Anne cracked up at her son’s childish display of whiny defiance. “Alright, well, I’ll head out now. Gotta give you two some alone time.” Harry’s mom hummed suggestively. I rolled my lips into my mouth and fought not to laugh out loud.

Then, I had a feeling that, to Harry, I must’ve seemed to be ‘minding my own business’ for a bit too long in the laundry room, and that I should’ve actually been finished with the chore by that time. Except I’d just been eavesdropping like a nosey-Nellie for their entire conversation. Mildly flustered, I bolted back to the laundry room, opened the dryer, and began to hastily pull all the warm towels and linens out from the front of the machine. I was pretty sure my breakaway was ‘smooth’ enough that they had no idea I was snooping. Well, I knew for sure that Harry didn’t…or at least that’s what I thought. 

It was a good thing towels aren’t able to make much of a ruckus when they’re dropped into a plastic basket. I made sure to fuss around—emptying the lint trap, reorganizing the coat-rack, gathering stray hangers, and clicking the ‘start’ button on the washing machine. I was doing all of that just to make up an internal alibi of sorts for having been putzing for so long. Just in case. 

In the midst of my rush to complete miscellaneous tasks, some of the dust from the lint trap puffed out into the air in front of my face as I was dumping it out, and I had to hold a knuckle to my nose in an effort to keep an incoming sneeze at bay. Eventually, the tickle died down and I could carry on dicking around and acting busy. 

“That’s a wonderful plan, Mum. Be seein’ you.” Harry sighed.

“I LOVE YOU, BOTH!” Anne called out with a slight amplification, intending to also inform me of her departure. “Love you, too!” I responded, almost instantaneously, also at the exact same time as Harry. My voice ricocheted against the walls and I knew I’d been much too quick to speak. My hand immediately slapped over my mouth once the words left my lips. There was no way I could’ve convinced Harry anymore that I’d been genuinely oblivious of their back-and-forth, innocently occupied by a pile of towels for the past 5-10 minutes. If he didn’t already know that I was listening in on them, Harry definitely realized it then. But everything just proceeded as usual—Harry grumbling back at his mother, returning her affections with a huff. 

“Um, also, could you let Gemma know that if she keeps running her mouth, she can bloody forget about her early-access to the autumn catalog? Cheers.”

The door closed after one final guffaw from Anne, and Harry hastily turned the lock before eventually releasing a frustrated breath into his hands. I decided it was a good time to get going with my chores.

A basket of warm washcloths, towels, and sheets was held between my plump hip and my soft hands. As I exited the laundry room, the heat radiating off the freshly-tossed cloth caused a flush of pink to wash over my skin. It was a nice contrast to the cool breeze that had entered through our front door. I made eye-contact with Harry who then let his hands drop from his face once he met my eyes looking through his fingers. Warmth radiated off of him like a space heater, his cheeks were flushed red, and it seemed as though he was burning up—unaffected by the bite of the autumn air.

Maybe he’d also been imagining the two of us making babies. Or maybe he was just mortified by the way his mother assumed our relationship to be more intimate than it truly was. It was possible that the idea of marrying me made him nauseous—and not just in an innocent, nervous way, either. Rather, he was disgusted by imagining such intimate things involving me.

Regardless, I found him adorable whenever he blushed like that. To me, his rare displays of bashfulness brought him back down to earth, and they reminded me of the fact that we were similarly human. Similarly sensitive. Similarly deep in our thoughts. I don’t know why he made a point out of telling Anne that I wasn’t “his type.” Obviously, he hadn’t had much lasting success with whoever fits into his “type,” so maybe he could use someone new for a change... 

As I approached him, I gave him a kind smile and greeted him with a simple question.

“So, what’s for dinner?” I beamed at him sweetly.

Right as I was a meter or two away from him, I suddenly needed to sneeze again. That incessant tickle that tortures the nostrils and sinuses before raging out of the body—it came back to sabotage me in that moment. My previous attempt at holding it in was deemed absolutely useless, as this time it felt like the sneeze doubled in magnitude purely out of spite. My body was fighting against me. The universe was laughing, finding my indignity entertaining. I guess that’s what I get for eavesdropping, huh?

I sniffled a few times—my last efforts to prevent the inevitable. But I had failed. I sucked in a deep breath before “achoo”-ing into my elbow. It was a loud, high-pitched sneeze. If I hadn’t known it came from me, I would’ve assumed the television was turned on in the living room, playing a children’s cartoon. At least I didn’t shoot snot onto my pretty, ruffled sleeves. Or worse, failing to cover my nose and mouth and sneezing right onto Harry. Gotta look for the silver linings, you know?

Unfortunately, my sneeze miraculously sent the blushing boy, who felt so close to my level, back up to his normal self—reuniting him with his high-horse, his pedestal, his soapbox, his big head, and everything else that keeps him standing at a mile taller than me. 

“Oh, my goodness…God bless you…” Harry bellowed, his hand pressed to his heart in mock-aghast. Though he was taunting me, I oddly didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. He paused and his lips formed the cruelest smirk before he continued, “…my sweet Bunny.” My thighs subconsciously squeezed together at him using his favorite pet-name he has for me. What I’d never let him know was how it was my favorite, too. 

“Humph, thanks.” I sniffled, trying my best to pretend unfazed by the special nickname. His eyes finally drifted down my figure, and it seemed he was parched due to the way he was drinking me in through his pupils. Everything around me, especially Harry, seemed massive compared to my shrinking frame. Perspectives were changing drastically, and I was no longer safe from Harry’s sharp scrutiny. I was aware I’d been the one to place myself under his spotlight—that I had the ability to stay in my lane and keep my nose clean—but I was too weak. I craved his attention. I was starving for it—for every inch of me to be thoroughly inspected and explored by that smug son of a bitch whilst he just stood there and acted like he owned me. 

I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.

My bottom-energy may seem readily accessible to Harry, but that’s only because he’s made it so easy for me to tempt him into his dominance. I just knew he was internally obsessing over how he’d further push me into submission. That’s one of the many reasons why being a sub is so liberating. I’m the motivation. I’m the star of the show. I’m the cum-dump. And God, I’d been wanting for so long to be all of those things and more for Harry. Only Harry.

As I continued walking in his direction, a washcloth accidentally fell onto the floor by his feet. “Ope, sorry…” I squeaked. I stepped up to him so that we were directly in front of one another. I dramatically dropped to a bend at my knees—spreading them widely apart in a bouncy crouch in order to retrieve the rogue towel, giving Harry a nice view of my cleavage as I stretched my arm downwards over my hiked-up skirt, intentionally pressing my breasts together with my straightened elbow. If only he was at a lower angle, then he could’ve seen a different set of drooling lips desperate for his cock…

Christ, alive—I am so glad I wasn’t ballsy enough to accidentally say that out loud.

His eyes followed my movements, but he stood in that same spot unwaveringly, not stepping away even a little bit. My confidence strengthened due to his intense fixation upon me. The basket I was holding at my waist was slightly tipping at the new angle whilst I was reaching for the washcloth. My gaze flickered down to the basket, then back up at Harry. Ambitiously provocative ideas and scenarios flooded my brain. I thought about what would happen if I were to dump the basket onto the floor on purpose just to provoke him. Perhaps he’d tease me for my clumsiness and help me. Or maybe he’d get pissy instead and leave me to my mess. My body reacted out of curiosity and desire before my brain had the chance to refute the idea. Well, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right? 

The towels had poured out onto the floor at Harry’s feet in a massive heap. Letting out a soft gasp, feigning shock, I set the basket aside and knelt all the way down to sit on my knees. I blinked my doll-like lashes back up at Harry, whose stare never left me, and I couldn’t distinguish what he was thinking, let alone feeling. His expression was set in a firm deadpan. He could’ve been on the verge of an outburst, but he also could’ve been plainly unimpressed by my foolish antics. The man was annoyingly skilled at masking when he wanted to be.

I swallowed thickly at the silence. On the inside, I was kicking and screaming with regret. Why did I think he was going to play with me?! Why, after hearing him explicitly tell his mother that he wasn’t interested in me, did I believe it would be a good idea to get on my knees in front of the man?! He obviously didn’t desire me! I was humiliated. Rather than scrambling back onto my feet like a fool, I thought it would be best if I were to just stay in character. Hoe hard or hoe home.

“Oh, no…I’m sorry, Harry.” I managed to peep out without my composure cracking. My voice was small and cute, but it still held enough power to it that I saw Harry’s jaw clench. It worked. I finally saw him narrow his eyes down at me with a tight jaw and flared nostrils. Sure, Sarah warned me that he had a hot temper, but she never told me how sexy he gets when his buttons are pressed. I’d witnessed it myself a few times before this, but my body perceived it differently as I was down on my knees. 

My breathing became harsh, my cleavage rising and falling more noticeably as I anxiously awaited more of a reaction from the man before me. I realistically expected a snarky quip and an eyeroll. Inversely, his face gave the impression that he was frustrated and struggling to keep it together. I was confused as to why he hadn’t raised his voice at me yet. I expected him to be in more of a sensitive mood after his mother embarrassed him just a few minutes prior. I guess all that talk of marriage and babies didn’t have much of a negative effect on him after all. Harry stayed stoic, and his silent glare was locked onto me for a good minute. 60 seconds is dreadfully long when there’s nothing but steamy sexual-tension filling the room. My filthy mind had me imagine he was fighting his urge to throw me down prone onto the cold hardwood, lift my dress up over my ass, and spank me until I was begging him to fuck me. That was certainly my ideal outcome. 

Logically speaking though, I could tell from the speckles of amber in his sage eyes that his emotions were in the red zone—he was angry. It wasn’t because of the mess. No. 

Harry may be a himbo, but he’s not stupid. He knew what I was thinking, he knew why I was acting the way I was, and he definitely wasn’t going to let me get away with any of it.

He was hatching his own plan, and I was convinced a part of it was stretching this out for as long as he could physically restrain his primal instincts. It excited him to play this little game with me. How did I know? Because the bulge in his pants was almost at my exact eye-level, and I had no shame in looking right at it. 

Why wouldn’t I? That was my doing. I deserved to observe my hard work from my delicate little point-of-view.

Feeling a bit more daring after successfully bothering Harry with my suggestive positioning on the floor beneath him, I pouted my bottom lip and grabbed onto the bottom hem of my skirt, dragging it up and down my juicy thighs tauntingly yet sheepishly. The goal was to tease him and guilt him at the same time as if to tip-toe around being blatantly naughty. The breathy moan I’d added on top of it all definitely did him in because I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped at the sound. 

My gaze fell back down to the tightness in the front of his pants for just a second or so, and I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped me. Once the reality of the situation finally set in, I was unable to hide my true intentions.

There I was—on my knees, looking up at him, my tits pushed out, eyes rounded and glossed over, my angelic face adorned with a devil-woman’s lip-biting grin, and the rate at which I was collecting each piece of laundry was just too agonizingly slow to be a legitimate attempt at the task. 

You know what…he could’ve pulled his cock out and fucked my throat right then and there. He could’ve pushed me down onto my back and flipped my skirt up before shoving himself deep inside my needy little cunt. He could’ve demanded me to sit pretty while he jerked off onto my sweet little face. He could have held me down and made me scream so loud that Anne would’ve heard me from her car, which was probably already 10 blocks away and counting at that point.

He had the ability to do whatever he wanted to me; I was physically and mentally incapable of resisting him. And yet, there I sat, my natural essence dripping down the backs of my thighs as Harry had me wrapped around his finger—and he didn’t do a single fucking thing to me. 

And so I huffed, and I repeated what I’d asked him previously before I sneezed, and before he said the one word that tipped me into my subspace.

“Humph…What are we having for dinner?” I asked softly, my voice sultry, yet impatient, and I had my arms crossed over my chest to emphasize my defiance towards him.

Harry took a deep breath and reached out to me. He caressed the side of my face and jaw with his gentle hand. I leaned into his touch as I awaited his answer. I was literally in the palm of his hand—I mean, if he was holding bread crumbs, I’d be licking it all up without a second thought. I would take anything and everything from him. What had this asshole done to me?

I felt his thumb slide up from my chin to fondle my bottom lip. It grazed from side to side for a while before he pulled downwards, tugging my lip down and releasing it. The gesture caused me to keep my lips separated for him. Harry took advantage of the small opening by pushing the same digit through to make contact with my slick tongue, and I instinctually gaped my mouth wider to grant him more access to my drooling entrance. He tapped the pad of his thumb onto my tongue a few times and I moaned at the taste of him—at simply the salt of his skin. My lips wrapped around his thumb and I gently suckled. I can’t even imagine how much of a desperate slut I made myself look like as I slowly nursed on his thumb and hummed against its warm tip with my eyes lazily rolling back. 

He just observed me in my catatonic bimbo state. He stood there and allowed me to put on that pathetic display on the floor at his feet for a few moments longer. I was sure he’d got just as much pleasure out of it as I did, as the sensual act taking place before him had forced a moan out of his throat.

He slowly pulled out of my drooling mouth and rubbed the wetness across my pink lips. 

“D-Did you hear me?” I whispered breathlessly against Harry’s slippery thumb, my lashes fluttering up at him. “Yes, love. Of course I heard you...” He sighed. Then, he bent down to a crouch, lowering himself down to my height so he could speak directly to me. “...But…I don’t think it really matters what we have, hm…?” My brows furrowed in confusion which made him smile. Then he continued, “...You’ll take whatever I choose to give you, won’t you, Bun’...?” 

His fingers raked through my hair lovingly as he said it. His voice was so soft yet the words so deafening at the same time. They pounded against my eardrums and almost knocked me on my ass when they left his lips. 

I just nodded in reply, my eyes and my mouth glistening as rays of the afternoon glow beamed in from the front window and illuminated my irises. Harry’s mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile. He never once took his eyes off of me. I had all of his attention, and it was addicting.

“...Mmh, sweet girl…never you doubt these ears of mine, either…I can assure you, I hear everything…”

I couldn’t stop the helpless whimper that came out of me. It was like he was speaking to me through code—telling me much more than what his words were able to reveal.

The sun was setting beyond the glass at our home’s entrance. The air around us was almost bitterly chilly. I typically preferred the cold, but it seemed to be much more noticeable at the time. Goosebumps covered my arms, my neck, and my bare knees. I was feeling exposed and naked regardless of my dainty dress providing modesty.

But I could still feel Harry’s hot breath warming the cooled tip of my nose. His closeness cloaked my bare shoulders with security. Even though the wooden floor was bruising me, I felt entirely protected by Harry’s touch. By his presence. By his expressive adoration of me. My heart pulsed so hard against my chest, yet Harry seemed so relaxed. So calm. So strong. I needed him. I could not continue this ridiculous charade of ignoring my natural instincts just so that I can protect my feelings from potential social betrayal. His eyes bore into mine so deeply, so intensely. It was like they held me there, silently commanding me to keep being good for him. I’ve always been such a good girl for him. His best girl. 

Whatever he wanted, I knew at that very second that I’d obey each demand with a goddamn smile on my face. It didn’t matter what he desired to give me. Whatever it was, I would take it, no questions asked. I lived off of his affections, addicted to the attention he provided. Was he as intoxicated by this as I was? Was he holding back? Did he need me, too?

Before I could even stutter out a response, Harry rose back up to his feet—releasing me from his trance and his touch by curling a lock of my hair through his fingers and setting it bouncing free.

“...I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you, a’right?” He assured me kindly. 

I confirmed my understanding with a  subtle nod. My lips rubbed together and I swallowed the abundance of moisture that had threatened to drip down the sides of my mouth.

“Th-thank you.” I just about squeaked out.

With that, he smiled sweetly and backed away into the kitchen.

The next thing I knew, I was still sitting alone near the entryway, my fingers fiddling with the tag of one of the bedsheets from the pile. I was worried I’d made a puddle below me with my arousal, but my legs had been clenched too tightly for any of it to escape past my thighs. My knees were suddenly aching from the stiff support of the hardwood, and the clean linens—of which had been forgotten about since before I’d even taken them out of the dryer—were all cool and wrinkled. I shoved them all back into the basket as quickly as I could and hid in the laundry room until he called out to me that the food was ready. 

Harry was right. I took whatever it was he made for us that night without a second thought. If he hadn’t already served me a plate, I probably would’ve eaten out of his bare hands. My brain had completely shut down for the rest of the evening. I remember I had to take care of the ache between my legs right after our meal, it was so unbearable.  

That reminds me—didn’t he mention something about his ears? 

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I typically get home from work before Harry does, and so my current state of rest and relaxation—coincidentally adjacent to the book I’m holding: My Year of Rest and Relaxation—is an occurrence Harry’s used to coming home to by now. I mean, not that he’s coming home to me. He’s just…coming home, and I also happen to be living here. Speaking of which, I’m situated in my bedroom. I've already slipped into my night clothes—thin, loose pajama pants and an oversized crop tee—laying my back against the cushioned headboard of my bed. 

Suddenly, my ears perk up. The hum and vibration of the garage door opening and closing pulls my attention away from the novel I’d been engrossed in for the past hour towards my empty door frame. Less than a minute later, a door slams, physically startling me, and my posture straightens as if I’m expecting a scolding from an authority figure. I have no reason to react this way, really. It’s not like this is anything out of the ordinary.

Harry’s home.

That’s all. But judging by the door slams, I should prepare myself for the likelihood that Harry’s had a bad day (again). He’s been so overworked lately, but he doesn’t like to talk out his stressors in much detail or duration because it just riles him up more. More accurately, in his own words:

“I appreciate that you care, Bun’. I do…but it’s just too complicated…’s too much to get into right now. Think I’m just gon’ meditate, or whateva’.”

His therapist definitely had more to advise him beyond meditation, but I think that Harry just cherry-picked whatever was closest to what he’s accustomed to…and so he thinks that his isolation method is perfectly justified (as long as he calls it meditation). He’d never admit to that, though; and I’d never call him out on it either. I know better than to poke an angry bear.

Harry believes he can continue living and avoiding the inevitable, but I have a good feeling that he’ll take me up on my offer sometime soon. I just want to help him relax. Help him release some of that built-up tension. However, he prefers to hide himself away whilst simmering in a fuming silence until his primal instincts are numbed away. 

I wished that I could be some sort of Black Widow to his Hulk—although the incredible sulk would be more like it…but he can’t stand being around anyone when he’s angry, not even me—nay—especially not me. 

I can’t help but to feel somewhat unworthy. As if Harry isn’t comfortable enough with me to unpack all of his emotional baggage. Or maybe it’s not that I feel unworthy, per say, but rather that I’m sick and tired of waiting for him to make a fucking move on me already. I’ve been patient for so long. The least he can do is use me as his stress relief…in whatever way he needs to. Honestly, I’m not picky anymore. I’m dying for anything he can give me at this point. 

We've had our arguments as I’ve mentioned. He'll seclude himself in his bedroom for an hour and eventually knock on my door once he’s cooled down to apologize. The vulnerability and innocence he shows me is quite sweet. I appreciate that side of him. And I understand that the man needs his space. It makes sense to me because whenever I’m upset, I’d prefer to be alone as well. So each time Harry taps his rings all melodically against my door after one of his little fits, I always acknowledge him warmly by opening the door and pulling him in for a hug. Emotional compatibility is one of our greatest strengths as…friends. I think he appreciates me in that way, too.

It’s become a thing with us now—ever since the day that I cried. I’ve never shared a closeness like this with another person until I moved in with Harry. We have this mutual understanding that home is a feeling, not a place. And honestly, I’ve internally accepted the fact that it wouldn’t have mattered where we would’ve lived—as long as I was with Harry, I’d be at home. 

To me, Harry’s home.

One time, we brought this topic up…Harry likes to refer to it as the ‘kindness law’ or something like that. Harry began with, “Well, I jus’ wanna treat you the way I wanna be treated—w’kindness.” He sighed, plopping onto his back on his bed and resting his hands behind his head, looking at me. I stood at the foot of his bed with my hands on my hips. He not-so-subtly raked his eyes over my figure and smirked to himself.

“So, you’re gonna be nice to me now that I’m doing your laundry, Styles?”

He chuckled and scooted up the bed until he could rest his back against his headboard. “Mmm, tha’s right. I do have you doin’ my wash. Y’so good to me, Bunny...” I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out, but Harry quickly grabbed my hand in protest. “…Oy, where y’goin’?” I looked back at him over my shoulder and giggled. “What, Harry.” I asked with a bored voice, but a cheeky smile on my face to counteract it. “Wasn’t finisshhhhed-uh!”

I was typically the whiner, so I was immediately cringing at the sound of Harry’s attempt at my art. He playfully tugged on my arm until I clumsily toppled over face-down onto his bed, and he chose my giggle fit as the perfect time to continue his speech about…whatever it was he was talking about.

“Alright, now that the class is all here…let me continue…” He boasted confidently. I slowly calmed down and propped myself up onto my elbows next to his lap, my loose curls messed and my oversized, off-shoulder sweater disheveled enough that he now had an excellent view of what was beneath my sweater: my ample breasts and the plunging push-up bra holding them up. 

I smiled and nodded my head, signaling for him to carry on. He cleared his throat and ran a hand awkwardly through his hair. 

“So…” He hesitated, noticeably struggling to remember what he was saying previously. “Kindness?” I reminded him. “Yes, yes…kindness. Uh…well, uh…Home is where, um, where love’s made, or whateva’, yeah?”

I practically squealed and I added, “Ooh, yeah! Home is where we make all the love, huh, Harry?” Harry just blushed and shook his head. He was trying desperately not to stare at my chest as my lower half sunk down onto the floor and I held my hands and breasts against the edge of his bed whilst I wheezed with laughter. He spent the following 10 minutes with a pillow over his lap and he eventually asked me to leave because he was tired…

The only reason this had been remotely funny beyond our shared childish humor was because neither of us had anything going on in that department for ages. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t think we’ve ever discussed each other’s sex lives. But what I know for certain is that both of us have been extremely horny. It’s been dreadful. According to Mitch, Harry hasn’t had sex in at least a solid year and he can’t even remember who he last slept with. 

Apparently, there’s just this vivid memory Harry has of not being able to stay hard, the other person complaining, and then everything suddenly stopped. Harry quickly grabbed all his clothes and just rushed straight out the door to drive back home to me. The only reason I can attest to this rumor of Mitch’s is that I remember when he came home that night. He reeked of cheap, floral body spray, his eyes were puffy as if he’d been sobbing the whole car ride home, and he burst through the door calling out for me. He apologized if he had woken me up, as it was a bit past midnight. However, I was still up watching reruns of The Nanny and nursing on a pint of ice cream when he came home, so I just laughed at him. He told me to pause the show and hurried to his bedroom to change his clothes. I silently thanked God he did because the second-hand perfume stench was stale and it made me a little nauseous. His natural scent is much more pleasant than whatever that girl was wearing. Not to mention a part of me died inside at the thought of Harry being close enough to another girl for that long to come home smelling so strongly of her.

Once he’d switched into new clothes—a fitted t-shirt and flannel pajama pants—he’d climbed up onto my bed and eventually squirmed his way into laying his head atop my thighs. My hand brushed through his soft curls that had loosened into waves by that time. I think he fell asleep in my lap after one episode. It felt so natural in the moment that I, myself, started to doze off. And so I turned the tv off and pulled the man’s lean body down onto the pillows so I could be the big spoon and I held him. We fell asleep like that.

The next morning, I woke up and he’d already left my bed. It hurt me to see he was gone. But I had no reason to take it personally. He’d just had a rough night and he needed some love. I was happy to have been the one to give it to him—even if it was just some innocent, virtually-platonic cuddling, and nothing more. A part of me still ached a little bit whenever I thought back to how Harry chose to release himself from my arms and abandon the cozy nest we’d unintentionally made together. Maybe that was just the lonely part of me feeling that way. I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a while since I’d been sexually intimate with someone as well. I’ve never brought anyone back to the house (neither has he), but Harry always notices when I get dressed up to go out and then come home late…and he knows I was with someone else because—similar to the way his scent had been overcome by a putrid cloak of trashy body spritz—my signature scent would also be significantly altered. It causes a stir in Harry. He knows how childish it is to huff and puff to himself in his bedroom as he waits for my arrival. He knows he shouldn’t be upset when the two of us aren’t romantically involved. And he knows I‘ll always come trudging my way back home…back to my own bedroom where I end up finishing the job for myself. Regardless of his understanding of the situation, Harry refuses to act upon it. Refuses to take initiative. And I have no fucking idea why.

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Part 3

Writer's Notes: Hi, everyone! Ok so there will be at least 2 more parts to this baby. Again, I'm sorry I suck at updating regularly. I have a job and stuff lol. Also I'm a compulsive perfectionist when it comes to my writing, and I'll re-read my work and edit it until it's a million pages long...but I hope y'all like what I post and that you wanna read more! Please like, reblog, follow, send me messages/requests/submissions/anons, and let me know if you wanna be on my taglist! And I appreciate any and all feedback you can give me. Truly. Thank you for reading. :) xoxo - Regan <3

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Hi! Your writing has always been one of my favorites. I was reading through the angst prompts and I was wondering if you could combine some?

38, 39, and 4z

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

- anonymous

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Thank you so much! You can of course combine as many as you want!

Fair warning ⚠️- you request angst so it will not have a happy ending:)

“They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb.”

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

Eddie and Y/N married young. Eddie wanted to be a rockstar and tour the world. And he wanted his wife by his side. He loved to brag to his band about how hot his wife was and she loved to shove her ring in groupies faces.

Together they got thrown into life of parties, drugs, sex, and alcohol. They were filled with passion, lust, and love.

The real world came knocking in when she held a positive pregnancy test. The couple couldn't have been more excited. They were young, still in their 20s but they knew they could handle this. They were going to be a real family.

~~

When their baby girl was born, Eddie continued to tour the world. She was home with their baby girl, realizing being a mom is her new dream. She loved holding their baby, it was a reminder of what her and Eddie made out of love.

She didn't mind the late night feedings because Eddie would come strolling in from the airport. He would come home every second he could. Their baby was a total daddy's girl. Always yanking Eddie's hair with her chubby hands and giggling.

Their family may have been different but it was real and strong.

Until it wasn't

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Their baby girl was around a year old now. As Y/N planned her birthday party, she reflected on how so much has changed.

When Ella was around six months old, Eddie began to change. He didn't call as much anymore when he was on tour. And when he was home he was at the studio or bars with his band.

She hated even when he was home, she was raising Ella on her own.

Ella who was a perfectly curly haired and big brown eyed baby, the love of her life - Eddie also of course. Every time she saw her, she saw him and it felt like a stab in her heart.

Ever since Ella hit that six month mark, he stopped desiring Y/N. He used to be horny around the clock and now she barely gets a kiss out of him. She tried many times to grind herself on his lap, but he'd shrug her off. He's too tired from the studio. Or it's weird to do with the baby a few feet away.

She was getting frustrated. She didn't know where her husband randomly disappeared. The body she sleeps next to was cold and uncomfortable, nothing like what her Eddie was like.

She knew something was wrong and she feared the worst. He found someone else on that damn tour. He found someone else while she took care of their baby. She just needed to confront him to confirm it.

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The party was going well. She barely has seen Eddie, the second the clock stroke 1 he was off in the backyard with a beer talking to Steve. He looked so carefree and happy. It's been too long since she saw that.

She was cleaning Ella up when she heard a knock on the door. With the whole party outside, she was the only one available to open it. She placed Ella on her hip and ran to the door.

As she opened it she didn't know who she was looking at.

A girl about her age, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile.

"Hi! How can I help you?" Y/N doesn't recognize her so she definitely doesn't think she invited her, maybe Eddie did?

"does Eddie muson live here?" Her thoughts were confirmed, she was Eddie's guest.

"yes come on in! I'll go grab him for you." The girl smiled and walked in.

She quickly walked to the backyard to find her husband, "Eddie! A guest is here for you."

Eddie looked up when he heard his name. He gave a quick be right back to Steve and walked over to the house.

"who is it?" He asked as he stepped into the house, kissing Ella on her nose as he walked by.

"not sure. Some girl." She answered as they walked to the front door.

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Eddie felt his blood run cold when he saw her. He was supposed to never see her again, that was the deal.

"Eddie?" His head turned to his wife, holding their gorgeous baby, a confused look on her face.

" can you give me a second baby?" He asked, she looked at him and the girl. He felt sick, he prayed she wasn't connecting this. She nodded slowly and walked to the backyard. Once she was out of sight his eyes went back to her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, he didn't care if he sounded harsh. She was breaking their deal.

"Relax Eddie, I'm not here to help you cheat on your wife again." She giggled like it was funny.

Eddie felt steam running out his ears. He felt the sting of guilt when he was reminded of his adultery. He tried to forget it. Drown it in alcohol, wash it out with his regret. But it always survived and punched him in the gut when he'd look at Y/N.

"that's not fucking funny. You need to leave." He began to step towards her, leading her to the door.

"Look Mr. Munson, I came here for a reason. I want to make another deal." He hated the way she smirked. She had something planned. He looked over his shoulder, they were still alone.

"what is it?" He asked, anything to get her the fuck out of his child's birthday party.

" Pay me $1,000 or I'll rat you out to every publicist I can find. Tell them all about our secret affair on your tour bus. What would your wife think of you? Knowing she was feeding your baby while you pounded into another girls pu-"

"Shut your god damn mouth." Eddie practically growled at her. He knew he fucked up the moment his eyes landed on her. And it was a mistake that kept following him around.

He wrote the check and slammed the door behind her. He could feel sobs in the back of his throat. His forehead was against the door as he sobbed against it.

The guilt has been eating him alive ever since. He couldn't kiss his wife knowing what he did to her. He couldn't make love to her when he broke their vows.

She was an amazing wife and mother. And he was a deadbeat husband and father.

A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. Quickly wiping his eyes and turning around.

"are you okay baby?" Seeing her worried gaze, soft voice, and wedding ring beam in the sunlight, he broke all over again.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He was sobbing into her. Every ounce of guilt and regret was running out of his body. He mumbled against her stomach, the same stomach where she carried their baby. She gave him a family. They created it together and he was going to destroy it with his own hands.

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Y/N had a feeling of what was going on. She wasn't dumb. She ran her hands through his hair as he sobbed into her. Silent tears were running down her cheeks. She was biting her lip so hard to not let sobs break through.

"We'll talk after the party, okay? Right now our daughter is about to try to blow out candles." She tried to laugh but it came out as a choked cry. She yanked herself away, composed herself and went to the backyard. A big fake smile plastered on her face.

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Eddie felt sick to his stomach as the last guest left. He couldn't run from this anymore. He knew she knew. And they both knew there's a good chance they'll never be the same again.

"When did you meet her?" She sat on the couch, holding herself. She knew this conversation was going to be hard but they needed to have it.

"Six months ago." He choked out. He felt like he cried everything out of him but looking at her, sitting so far away, he felt another round of tears coming.

"I thought so. That's when you got weird." She sighed. She placed her head in her hands. Anxiety filling her with her next question.

"Was it more than once?"

Without hesitation Eddie answered fast, "no. I swear. It was one stupid night and I've regretted it since. I'm so sorry."

"oh you regret it? Well that just makes me feel so fucking great. I'm glad after you pulled your dick out of her, you regretted it"

He knew he deserved that blow to his gut. He was prepared to take every hit, he didn't deserve to protect himself.

"I sit here every night, taking care of our daughter. I used to cry myself to sleep when you stopped calling. Then you came home and nothing changed. You were distant and you stopped loving me. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb. "

Eddie wanted to punch himself repeatedly with every word she spoke. She sounded so fucking heartbroken. He's been in love with this girl since he was 16 and he's never seen her so fragile and small.

He wanted to speak but his throat was wrapped in barbed wire.

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around. I won't lie, I feared you'd cheat on me. Almost every rockstar does it. I fucking hate you so much Edward. I would have never done this to you."

"don't say that please. You don't hate me. I know you love me. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I love you " he was on his knees again. Kneeling in front of her. His hands shook as he gripped her knees. Trying to choke back his sobs.

"like you loved me? So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it? Every night we spent taking care of Ella. You came home and slept in our bed, knowing you were with another woman. If you loved me you wouldn't have CHEATED on me Eddie! You would have stayed faithful. If my love was enough for you, you would have come back home to me and me only."

"please baby, we can make this work. I'll do anything. I'll do therapy. I'll quit the band. I'll never leave again. Please just give me a chance to make this right. You're my wife and the love of my life. Let me fix our family."

"no Eddie. The second you went home with her was the second you picked her over your family. I'm not going to forgive you. There's nothing you can do to take this pain away. I think it'll forever be broken because of you. I love you so much and I can't believe you ruined this for us. We could have really made it far."

He was shaking his head. He wanted to block out her words. He was reaching the finish line, he was doing everything in his power to glue his shoes to the ground. He didn't want to keep moving forward. He didn't want to reach the end.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow we'll discuss divorce and moving arrangements."

It took every ounce of strength in her to stand up and pull away from him. She leaned down to kiss his head. She inhaled his scent one last time. With a deep breath she walked to their bedroom. She saw Ella sleeping soundly in her crib.

How did her perfect family get destroyed so fast?

[baileypie-writes]

~My Thoughts on Wonderful Precure: Episodes 21-25~

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This will be updated weekly, so be sure to come back if you want to see my thoughts on new episodes!

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Episode 21 - Mayu and Yuki’s School Life:

I loved this episode! It was so funny!

As expected, Yuki’s good at pretty much everything in school. I wonder if there’s gonna be anything she’s not good at. Maybe there’ll be an episode surrounding that.

I just about died when she tried squeezing into Mayu’s chair, and then tried getting that kid to move out of his, so she could sit next to her. She clearly doesn’t get how assigned seats work. But I guess she’s content enough with having to sit behind Mayu instead.

The whole embroidery thing was super cute. I love how Mayu’s kind of teaching Komugi and Iroha how to do it. Also, I just wanna brag that I knew exactly what the girls were trying to embroider, even though it looked terrible😌.

As a little critique, I thought the whole “backstory” about Mayu and her old friend was really random. It just came out of nowhere, with almost no foreshadowing whatsoever. Yuki treated it like some big, serious thing, but I feel like it’s probably not gonna be mentioned again.

Next, I just wanna take a moment to gush over the “Nyanderful Precure” part. I was really hoping that would happen! I wonder what Satoru and Daifuku would say when if they become Pretty Cures. I don’t know what sound rabbits make in Japan.

I like how the first thing Cure Nyammy does with a Kirarin Animal’s power, is turning Cure Wonderful into a tire. Just thought that was funny. She didn’t bother turning herself into one. Nope, just Komugi.

We also got a new animation for Lillian and Nyammy for calling the animals home. Though, I wonder if they’re using Wonderful and Friendy’s suitcase, or if they got their own and we didn’t see.

Overall, I loved this episode! I can’t wait for the next one!

Episode 22 - Wonderful Go!:

This episode wasn’t my favorite. I’m not a fan of sports/athletics episodes. But it was still alright. I mean, it was super cute. So it couldn’t be awful.

I was a bit confused on how Komugi didn’t understand Iroha’s first commands, because she understands human language perfectly. And she usually obeys every other time. But I guess it was just for the sake of the plot.

It was pretty cool how in sync Wonderful and Friendy were during battle. The platforms were a nice idea too. And it’s great how even though this episode was focused on them, Nyammy and Lillian still got plenty of screen time. They even did the finishing attack.

Lastly, I just wanna express how excited I am for next week’s episode! The festival episodes are always some of my favorites. I love seeing all the pretty yukata designs, and the cute hairstyles! Komugi looked absolutely precious in the preview, and Yuki looked so beautiful!

Episode 23 - Making Wishes, Wao~~~~~n:

I always love the festival episodes. They’re always so fun! And this one was no exception!

Everyone’s outfits were so cute! Komugi’s was definitely my favorite. Precure always puts so much care into designing yukatas for their characters. Well… except for Satoru, I guess. His was so plain.

Mayu’s mom finding out that Yuki can turn human was disappointingly underwhelming. I was expecting her to be overjoyed, but she was so casual about it. But oh well, at least she accepts her.

We also got some foreshadowing to Daifuku becoming a Cure(hopefully)! According to Yuki, he’s no ordinary rabbit! And of course, we also got some cute little crush moments from Satoru. The part where he helped Iroha with her sandals was so sweet!

Also, all the Kirarin Animals are back! But it seems something else is coming…

I hope we get some real villains soon! Maybe then, the Pretty Cure will actually start fighting!

Lastly, I gotta talk about the new ending.

It was so good!

I can’t decide if I like this one better, or the first one. The song is just so cute and upbeat! And it sounds so unique compared to all the others! It is a bit sad that they got rid of the expensive models though..

I wonder how they’ll add the midseasons to it. Maybe, we’ll get a whole new song entirely? Though that’s probably just wishful thinking…

Episode 24 - A Very Strange Egg:

This episode was alright. Not my favorite, but it was good!

First thing I wanna get out of the way is that I had no idea Niko-sama was a girl. I always thought of her as a boy haha. Not that it matters, but I was just shocked for a second.

I’m very curious as to what Niko-sama will look like. Judging by the horn on the egg, it’s clear she’ll be at least a bit unicorn-like. But Mey-Mey said that there are no other animals like her, so she might be completely unique. Although, unicorns don’t exist, so she might just be one. But at the same time, horses are almost identical. Hmm.

I was super excited that the egg only lit up once everyone was touching it, including Satoru and Daifuku! Hopefully this is a sign of them becoming Cures! Also, it’s super weird how the egg keeps teleporting to Iroha’s house. I wonder why it does that…

Next, I’m gonna mention the new version of the ending! We got a Nyammy and Lillian duet! I really like it. It’s very sassy and cool!

I’m not super excited for the next episode. It’s clearly a beach filler episode, which I’m not a fan of. But I do have to say this: Komugi’s swimsuit is adorable! I want it for myself!

Episode 25 - Summer! Beach! Homework!:

Just as I suspected, this episode was just filler. But it was still alright.

I really liked the design of the girls’ swimsuits! I want to own all of them! Well… except for Satoru’s. Did the designers even try with his outfits?

I surprisingly learned quite a bit about sea turtles. I didn’t know that the temperature could determine the gender! Thanks, Satoru!

I found it pretty odd how the focus and drama all of a sudden shifted to Mayu and Yuki during battle. It just felt really random. The drama was really laid on thick too. It really wasn’t all that necessary.

All in all, this episode was fine. But I hope the next one will be better.

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~~baileypie-writes

[valewritessss]

Okay I understand the confusion of “lose” and “loose”(I don’t) but “YOUR” AND “YOU’RE”???

Are we actually being serious? Is it laziness or did we actually forget first grade spelling class. I’m not talking about non-native speakers but the ones that only know English what are we doing? Same thing with “two”, “too”, and “to”. What kind of epidemic are we living through because there’s no way you’re not understand the difference.

And I tried to be understanding at first because I know a lot of people who aren’t fluent in English or just didn’t grow up with it, my family included. But for my friends that have lived here their whole lives and have never spoken another language this is an issue. Every time one of them writes “your” but they mean “you’re”, a small fragment of my soul fades. “You’re house” am I??? The little blue dots underline the word as I write this.

When I say it’s going to be rare to know how to properly write in the future I was not kidding. Some mistakes are just mistakes but there’s people that never get it right, not even once. Once again, this doesn’t apply to the non native speakers. Although I must say, my mom has very limited English vocabulary but she knows the difference.

Do you know how much I cringed while revising my friend’s final essay. He was complaining that his English teacher scolded him for writing “u” instead of “you” and it was hard to keep my mouth shut— I repeat it was his final essay, and the final draft. And it’s not the way we’ve been taught it, because I know a handful of people that understand grammar and the majority of us have been taught the same thing in the same classroom.

I know people who brag about not knowing multiplication by 4, but that’s a different conversation.

I was born here, but I grew up only speaking Spanish until I started school and I’m thriving, so maybe it’s just me that can’t comprehend how someone who was born and raised here, whose entire family only knows English, who only writes in English can’t understand the difference between “you’re” and “your”. If there’s actually something that prevents you from learning it or understanding it then this isn’t about you either. I am talking about the people who just don’t care to learn or who don’t try at all. No one else other than that.

I’m sorry for this rant but I’m not because it had to be said. I apologize if it’s controversial but I just had to share. I’m not the queen of English grammar either but I know the basics (the bare minimum). For the final time, I am not talking about non-native speakers, or people genuinely have a hard time learning this stuff or remembering it. Take what I said with a grain of salt but my opinion remains and I express it shamelessly.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1 Chapter 24

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Flashback smut AN: Opps, I seem to have spilled a splash of my daddy issues. Let me mop that right up. Wouldn't do to be splashing that around Sally, now would it? One last fluff before I hurt you.

Masterlist AO3 KoFi ~~~~~<3

Sally sat in the back seat of the car watching the world go by while her mother watched Tom drive. The adults were strange, she knew that much. But her mom had always been a strange one. That’s what made her so much fun!

Mia had always told the little girl that she simply had to be strange in order to be the best mother possible for her. 

The new man in their life was strange too. But they were a good strange together. She liked it when Tom was visiting and hoped he would visit more often. She hoped one day he would do more than just visit. It felt like she had a whole family when he was there. 

It felt like she had a Daddy when Tom was there, just like all the other kids. 

“Momma?” Sally asked, lingering on the thought. “Is Daddy coming today?” 

Mia stiffened in the front seat of the car. That was something she needed to talk to Tom about still. “I texted him where to meet us for cake and presents.” 

“He’s going to come?” Sally asked hopefully.

“He said he would.” Mia added after a thought, “But you know how busy he is. He could get caught up in work or traffic.”

It killed her inside every time she had to tamper down her daughter’s expectations but it was better to cause a little disappointment now than have total heartbreak later. 

Ray had said he would come but that meant very little to Mia. Ray had said he would be there for Thanksgiving and Christmas the year before too but that didn’t make him show up. 

Tom knew Ray was invited but he didn’t know he was potentially meeting his wife’s ex-boyfriend today. It was a bit selfish but he had assumed she hadn’t heard a response back. It wouldn’t have surprised him, he had been married to Mia for a few weeks as of today and as far as he knew, Sally hadn’t had any contact with her father in those weeks.

“Tommy?” 

“Yes, Petel?” Tom answered absently, focusing on the road and following the directions his phone was giving him.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m an actor.” Tom answered simply, turning down a dirt road. They were almost there now.

“What’s that?” Mia smiled at Sally’s question.

“It means I get paid to play pretend so other people can watch it.”

“In movies?” Sally leaned forward in her seat. “For real?” 

“Yep, in movies. And TV shows, for real.” Tom enjoyed her simple amazement.

“A lot of them?” Sally asked. 

“I did four movies this year.” Getting to brag about his career to a newly five year old shouldn’t have made him this proud but it did. Oh boy, it made him as proud as it did to tell his own mother. Glancing over to Mia, he took in the look of surprise on her face. “I didn’t get a Marvel contract totally out of nowhere.”

“Like, in the movie theaters?” Sally asked.

Tom chuckled at the question. “Only one here so far. It’s in theaters right now ”

“Can I watch it?” Sally asked.

“It’s not really for little kids but maybe I’ll show you some clips from it tonight if your mom thinks it’s okay. It’s a superhero movie and I play the bad guy.”

“But you’re not a bad guy!” Sally was enthralled with the idea. “You don’t look like a bad guy!” 

Tom laughed, commenting on the magic of movies.

“What about me?” Mia asked. “Can I watch it?” 

“If you want?” Tom was surprised. 

Mia had stayed away from the topic of his work for a lot of their conversations. He never considered that she was putting on a show of disinterest. He had assumed she simply didn’t care to know more.

“Will you take mommy to the movies on a date?” Sally piped up from the back, dissolving into a fit of giggles over the idea. 

“Sure will.” Tom winked at Mia as she blushed. Finding her hand with his, he pulled it to his lips while focusing mostly on the road and placed a slight kiss on the knuckles. Sally ‘awed’ from the back and giggled some more as she watched her favorite fairytale play out. 

Mia wasn’t sure she could survive a day out and about if Sally was going to encourage Tom’s antics. The day was already in danger of feeling far too much like a day out with her boyfriend than some guy she’s only known for weeks.

Was that such a bad thing though? After a few weeks, wasn’t it okay for her to consider their level that of a early boyfriend level? What if it was okay?

~~~~~<3

They pulled up to a ranch and parked. Horses grazed on hay bales scattered around the desert grass pastures. 

“Tell me you didn’t buy her a pony.” Mia demanded threw clenched teeth and a forced smile.

“I didn’t buy her a pony.” Tom whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist. This wasn’t on the list of possible activities he had run by Mia. “I bought a family pony ride and lessons. Is that better?”

Mia relaxed and let a smile slip, “Much.” 

Sally was eager to meet the horses and soaked up every instruction given with rapt attention. They were each given their own instructor and each worked on very different things, matching their abilities and age. 

Tom mostly acted as a tool for the instructors to demonstrate positioning and movements with. Mia could see his head grow three sizes under their praise and fawning even at a distance.

He had a foundation of riding though of a whole different style. Mounting on the bulky western saddle was awkward for Tom who was used to the sleeker English saddle. It was disorientating to be in a western saddle with so much between him and the horse. He had quickly become a proficient rider while working on War Horse but everything felt different with the different saddle, making him feel somewhat like he was bumbling along. 

When he accidentally kicked the horse into a trot trying to get a little more get up and go out of him, he found himself getting uncomfortably close with the horn on the front of the saddle.

That’s fine, he told himself as the pain caused him to lean forward, bracing on the horn and groaning in pain, trying not to double over. He wasn’t using that for a good while longer still it seemed anyway anyway. 

Sally’s giggles carried far as she was walked around the large arena, unaware of the pain Tom was in. The instructor was leading her mule through a lumbering slow walk as she instructed Sally on different ways to hold her arms and practice her balance. 

Between him and Sally was Mia. She was a sight on the mule she had been assigned. Sure, he had booked horseback lessons but they had said the mules were better for first timers. Looking down at his own mount’s short horse ears, he was feeling a bit left out of the long eared club. 

They were a cross between horse and donkey, the instructors had lectured. Tom soaked up the information as they were tacking up. It fascinated him that crossing the two resulted in such a functional animal, superior in some ways. They had learned that mules were far more hardy than horses, able to carry more for longer and less prone to losing weight. They ate fine on the desert grasses of Nevada and even tended to live longer. 

Mia was instantly in love with her assigned mule. Tom was pretty sure she’d have fallen for any mount assigned but kept that to himself as he took pictures of her rubbing ears and kissing snoots with the sun lighting up the warm gold in her brown waves. She shone like a beautiful sunflower in the desert. It was a picture he never wanted to forget. 

As she rode, the soft breeze played in the waves that spilled out under her helmet. Tom was struck again by how beautiful she was. It was something that floored him time and time again.

“I wish someone would look at me that way.” The instructor’s voice brought him back to reality. He hadn’t realized he had gotten lost in the view and came to a total stop. “How long have you two been married?” 

“Few weeks.” Tom answered. 

“Newlyweds.” The instructor smiled as she set out a course of cones. “I hope someday someone looks at me with that much love. She’s lucky.” 

“I’m the lucky one.”

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Mia hated to admit that Tom had made a good call. Sally had loved the lesson and even more offensive to her, she had enjoyed it too. Sally was already asking for more lessons and Tom, having learned his lesson well, was noncommittal, leaving it in Mia’s hands to give a final ruling on, though he was sure he could swing it. 

He would have loved nothing more than to book a lesson package for the both of them but with Mia’s ever changing schedule, it wasn’t something he could take the lead on even if he wanted to brave Mia’s wrath. Mia put the idea down, at least for now. She feared having Sally get invested in a hobby and then not being able to continue it.

~~~~~<3

Tom was quick to change into his swim trunks when they returned to the apartment. He washed the horse dirt off his hands, arms, face, and neck then called it good. 

“I’m going to go set up.” He yelled through the apartment, waiting for acknowledgement before closing the door behind him. 

Sally was taking a quick shower while Mia gathered what few pool toys they had. Tom had already taken down the inflatable toys and the pump for inflating them. 

Mia stood in front of the large mirrors and tried to admire herself in her bikini. She wondered if anyone other than models felt good in a bikini. Maybe not even them. Over the years, she had tried to take pride in what her body looked like. The stretch marks that shimmered just above her hips told a story of creation. 

Mia was thankful at least for the under wire in the bikini cups. She couldn’t will her stomach into being perfectly flat or firm but she could prop her breasts up the same way a good bra did.

As Sally called to have the water shut off in the shower, Mia threw on a silk dressing robe. She hardly wore it but it felt good against her skin. She couldn’t wear it in the pool but at least she’d have it to hide in until she got into the water. 

“Is dad here yet?” Sally asked as she wiggled into her swimming suit. 

“Not yet.” Mia didn’t want to tell her that her father hadn’t answered a single text message all day. 

~~~~~<3

Tom arranged balloons and presents on the table. Nothing grand, most purchased either by Mia or with her approval. Tom was able to negotiate his way into buying her a bicycle but that had taken some work on his part. That was no pony but it did have a soft unicorn horn on the little basket hanging from the handle bars and rainbow light up training wheels. 

Mia had told him that Sally didn’t yet know how to ride a bike. In a selfish corner of his heart, he hoped he would be the one that got to teach her. He knew it was something typically considered a father’s task. 

Her father. It was easy for him to forget that Sally did have a father. 

Tom stood up from the table where he arranged the pizzas that had just been delivered as he pondered the man he had hardly given a thought to in the last few weeks. 

Mia had told him that she had inviting Sally’s father so it wasn’t like he was being blindsided. She couldn’t say how much, if anything, he knew about Tom’s presence in their lives though. Mia hadn’t said anything about Tom but the press had pictures of Mia and him together. 

They didn’t know how he would react finding another man in Sally’s life, planning birthday parties and buying bikes. Tom selfishly took pride in the fact that, at least in his eyes, he was filling a role Sally’s father had left vacant already, even if in such small ways. 

He wanted to fill that role in much bigger ways too. 

Tom wanted very much to drop everything and call his mother for advice. She would know how to navigate this situation, he felt it in his bones. His brain though, ever so much more logical knew that the odds of his mother being able to help him navigate the relationship between his wife’s ex-boyfriend, himself and his step daughter in America were minimal at best. 

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

The sounds of her moans as he moved within her were sweeter than any wine he had ever drank. She was surrounded by him and him, by her. The scent of her shampoo was thick as he rested his head against her shoulder for a moment. 

He was panting as he focused on staying up right. This wouldn’t be his best performance, he knew that. Later, he would make it up to her. Now he was chasing his need and just hoping he hit the right spots. By the sounds she made, he wasn’t doing a half bad job of it at least. 

He peppered her shoulder with wet kisses as he reached down to hook her leg with his arm, pulling it higher and changing the angle of her pelvis.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned as a deeper moan poured from her throat. Whatever he did, it was good for them both. 

~~~~~<3 Tag List: @winterisakiller @alexakeyloveloki @jennyggggrrr @dangertoozmanykids101 @tilltheendwilliwrite @tinchentitri @wizardcherryblossom @kats72 @buttercupcookies-blog @violethaze @soulpiercing @evedia @princess-ofthe-pages

[cdyssey]

MY DREAM “MOM” SCENARIO:

It’s close to Mother’s Day at Abbott Elementary, and the school has a brunch where students’ moms/grandmothers/female guardians can come and have a meal with their kids.

Mother’s Day is always painful for Janine.

Of course it is.

Still, she invites her own mom anyway.

Because of course she does.

She has always dreamed that her mother will miraculously take an interest in her job, or, well, literally anything else about her life one day. And when she finally wheedles a yes out of her mom that we either see via text or through a one-sided phone call, our protagonist is so unbelievably happy. She’d never thought her pleas would get this far.

(They never have before.)

And so she brags about it to literally everyone in the teacher’s lounge. Her mom is coming! You guys get to meet my mom! Isn’t that cool? Some teachers are genuinely happy for her. Others, remembering Janine’s various (and often disturbing) anecdotes about her childhood, frown in gentle concern.

(They can already see where this is heading.)

(The writing’s there on the wall.)

And yeah, it absolutely heads there.

Brunch comes, the analog clock on the wall ticks down, but Mrs. Teagues doesn’t show up. (She was never going to show up.) Janine’s optimism holds out ‘til the very last minute until she can’t reasonably cling to it anymore. Her mom isn’t coming. Surprise, surprise. She should have expected it.

She’s learned to never expect anything kind and decent from her mother.

And just as she’s about to hastily swipe away a tear away, just as her shield of a bright smile begins to crumble and crack into a million brittle pieces, a well-manicured hand lands on her shoulder, interrupting her total dissolution. She spins around and sees Barbara Howard there, smiling warmly and so gently.

So maternally.

“Listen, Janine, brunch isn’t over yet—how about you come and join Melissa and I for some tea and cake?”

“What?” Janine flushes immediately, twisting her hands together in front of her stomach. “Really? You mean it?”

Barbara and Melissa never allow anyone to sit with them, not even when they’re on lunch duty in the cafeteria and the round table at the head of the hall is meant for all teachers to share.

Screw everyone else.

Their space is sacred, and Janine has implicitly understood this since her very first day at Abbott Elementary. She’s admired their consummate closeness. She’s sometimes even been a little jealous of it—the way that they’re clearly set apart from the world, just the two of them together.

“Yes, really,” Barbara laughs because she knows this is thoroughly uncharted territory too. “But hurry. Melissa’s getting antsy because you haven’t eaten.”

“She noticed that?”

“We both did, sweetheart. Now quit questioning us and hurry along—we’ve saved a seat for you.”

And Janine feels the magnitude of this moment deeply, the profound gravity of what her beloved mentors are offering her.

Care.

Affection.

Mothering.

Because that’s clearly what they’re doing.

Barbara and Melissa are mothering her.

(She has always wanted to be mothered.)

(She and Ayesha have had to fight for scraps from their mother from the very start.)

She can’t exactly help herself then. She sniffs rather noisily. A tear leaks, unbidden and desperately unwanted, from the corner of her eye, and Barbara, without missing a beat, glances away long enough for Janine to take care of it.

“I’m sorry that she didn’t come,” she acknowledges gently, wrapping an arm around Janine’s shoulders. And she starts to steer her in the direction of Melissa and her crooked smile.

Melissa and the comically large slice of chocolate cake she’s holding up.

Melissa and the way she knows how to love best—through sharing food.

“Yeah, well, maybe things worked out the way they’re supposed to,” she returns, her voice a thousand emotions thick. She’s barely conscious of putting one foot in front of the other.

But she doesn’t particularly have to be graceful.

Not when Barbara’s here.

Not when Barbara’s got her.

Barbara’s hands are sturdy and practiced; they won’t let her go.

Janine leans into the kindergarten teacher’s embrace then—maybe a little too desperately to be allowed—but to her aching relief, it isn’t held against her.

That her innermost desire is to be unconditionally loved.

[tokusaatsus]

Hii can I get if it’s okay a Rinne, tatsumi and Rei confession scene either one confessing first is okay and there reactions, especially on tatsumi hehe <3 and uh please not a church scenario LDNSJKS <33

☆—AMAGI RINNE

Who confesses first: Rinne! Though you don’t really get it at first…

How: ??? I’m not even sure???

You’d like to think that with all the time you’ve spent with Crazy:B, you’re pretty desensitised to their idiosyncrasies.

There’s logic to their chaos, which you’ve slowly come to understand over the course of all the months you’ve been stuck with CosPro’s finest.

Kohaku-chan is pretty quiet, like he was forced to grow up too fast, but he acts more his age around people he trusts. HiMERU-san is also quiet, though they’re more of the ‘unconscious’ quiet, like they’re so used to hiding parts of themself they aren’t sure how to let them show.

Niki-chan’s the easiest to get along with, friendly and open. And of course, there’s Rinne.

He’d annoyed you a lot at first, but you think you’re justified since that’s basically his trademark at this point.

But you’d come to understand that he’s not all that bad. He can be a brat, sure, but he’s got his own brand of amazing.

So you’re definitely surprised when one day Rinne proclaims both you and Niki-chan to be his wives.

Not so surprised that you can’t retaliate, though!

“Shouldn’t I be the husband? I’m always working hard so you guys can do Lives and make money, plus I’m the one taking care of all the paperwork. If anything, I’m the overworked corporate slave husband and you and Niki-chan are my wives!”

Rinne lets out his signature ‘gyahahaha’ laugh but you think you can see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

You’d think that would be the end of it but noooo.

Everywhere you go, you’re no longer introduced as L/N Y/N, CosPro secretary and, like, occasionally Crazy:B’s impulse control. Now you’re just L/N Y/N, Amagi Rinne and Shiina Niki’s husband.

Soon enough, you just…accept it. Okay, I guess I’m your husband now?!

Sure, this means you get hit with the brunt of the marriage jokes but at least you have it better than Niki-chan, who has to deal with the marriage jokes and the stripping jokes.

And you can brag about your gorgeous wives all the time.

☆—KAZEHAYA TATSUMI

Who confesses first: neither of you!

How: who knows? It’s kind of like a ‘didn’t know they were dating situation’

People tend to joke sometimes that you and Tatsumi are the ‘parents’ of Alkaloid, but you like to refute that statement.

Mayoi-chan is the mom, you’re more of the…cool wine aunt? Or vodka uncle, perhaps?

Besides, you’re not even StarPro material. CosPro through and through, that’s you.

You’re the Bad Influence™ on the kids.

Despite taking on the role of Producer–and responsibility that comes with it–you like to think that in a unit with Tatsumi, who leads a…disciplined life, and Mayoi-chan, who is the single most anxious person you have ever met, Hiiro-kun and Aira-chan need a more relaxed individual who can show them that it’s okay to take it easy sometimes.

Tatsumi is often chiding you to show more control since the younger members of Alkaloid look up to you a lot, but you’ve told him that he does that enough for the both of you.

The two of you are always bantering with each other, though it’s mostly you bullying him.

(Lovingly, of course!)

Scary dog privileges except you are the scary dog.

Give each other cheesy nicknames and never hesitate to tell the other you love them.

“Bye kiddos, Mayoi-chan! Gonna bounce, maybe bully Saegusa-kun for a pay raise again… Love you, babydoll~”

“I love you too, angel.”

Literally everyone thinks you’re dating but no one says anything about it because a) they don’t have the courage to ask about it because again, scary dog privileges b) they just assume this is how normal friendships work (looking at you, Hiiro-kun…) or c) they just don’t care enough to bother.

You two are basically those couples on TV, the ones whom no one knows if they’re just friends or secretly dating.

The two of you blur the line between romantic and platonic so often that when you do (finally) date, literally no one is surprised.

(except the ones who already thought you were dating and couldn’t believe that whatever the fuck you two had going on was supposedly ‘platonic’!?)

☆—SAKUMA REI

Who confesses first: you!

How: after he overworks himself…again

You’ve known Rei for quite some time, so you like to think you’re familiar with his habits, both good and bad. So it’s no surprise to you when you find him passed out at his desk.

You sigh. He does have a bad habit of overworking himself…

But you say nothing, proceeding instead to scoop him up in a bridal-style carry.

He’s light enough that it isn’t too hard, though his lankiness forces you to adjust multiple times to make sure he isn’t spilling completely out of your hold.

Carefully as to not wake him, you gently deposit him in his bed before going over to the desk to sort through all the papers. Most of them are proposals for UNDEAD, but there are a few documents that require a more thorough approach.

Honestly, you could just let them be, you’ve done enough, but you decide instead to sit down and start reading.

After all, Rei is someone you care about deeply and you want to help lessen his burden, if only a little bit.

After some time–it might be a few hours, you’re not entirely sure–you feel a weight drop onto your back and a head nuzzle into your neck.

You don’t even give him a chance to explain himself or insist on finishing his work before you’re scolding him, though not as harshly as you should be.

“Rei, you really should be more careful. If you’re going to do things like this next time, I’ll have to follow you around like some sort of guard dog. If you’re taking on too much work, come to us for help next time. We all love you, y’know? You’re not a bother to us.”

He must be more exhausted than you thought because he doesn’t deflect or laugh it off, just makes a noise of affirmation and clings onto you tighter.

“Mm…okay. Love you too.”

☆—notes!

WC: 1k words

i Want what tatsuy/n has. idk if i want to be y/n or if i just want y/n qwq (i just want y/n)

HELP the riny/n one reads more like rinnikiy/n im sorry anonnie idk how to write rinne w/o writing niki (+ the rest of crazy:b) they are the skrunklies ever <33!! i swear im slowly losing it w every confession hc i write im. running out of ideas?!?! i don’t think i can do any more of these cries. i was literally wracking my brains for rei’s part–idk if this can even be called ‘confession’ hc–but i hope this made. some modicum of sense and that it was. decently enjoyable to read??

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Instincts: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: This case takes you to Las Vegas to investigate a kidnapping of a child. This bring back painful memories for Spencer that his mother says it’s all in his imagination. Did he dream it all or was it real? And how can he juggle that and your parents at the same time?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"Would it be possible for us to work in private for a while?" Hotch asks the parents.

"He was at the funeral. I told you!"

"He was at the funeral, and you arrested the wrong man," Craig glares.

"It's not a man," you speak up. "Only a woman would describe his clothing as lime green Oxfords. A man wouldn't reference specific details like that."

"Y/N is right," Spencer backs you up. "She talked about what the child wanted, how he slept, and how she took care of him. She said, 'I loved him'. A male unsub would have emphasized the competition, not the caregiving. He would have talked about how he was smarter than the FBI, and bragged about not being caught."

"The statistics are overwhelming. Women abduct newborns. Men take children," you state.

"Garcia."

"I'm right here, sir."

"Will you run the license plates the police gave you, and find any that might be registered to a woman?"

"That would be zero."

"How is that possible?" Amy asks.

"The transcript almost reads like she's been institutionalized," Spencer says.

"You mean she's crazy?"

"She described herself as being 'locked down' not 'arrested' or 'put away'. Plus, most mental facilities are very rigid about the amount of phone time they allow per day. I think her talking about only having three minutes isn't her rule to us. It's what she's been institutionalized to think of as normal."

"Garcia, can you get records of women released from mental institutions this past month? She most likely has some trauma in her case file, possibly the death of a child."

"I'm sorry. I can't do that. To protect patient privilege, there's no central database. I could hack each hospital individually, but even then, most diagnoses are kept separately by the different doctors."

"I think I might have a way. Will you come with me?" Spencer asks you.

"Sure. Where are we going?"

"To visit my mother."

Hotch gives you the okay to go with him, and the two of you take thirty minutes to drive over to the place where she is. She doesn't know you're coming over here, but Spencer made sure to let her doctor know. If anyone will be able to help, it would be him.

Spencer is super nervous to see his mother, but you're right here with him.

"Everything is okay, baby. I'm right here."

"Dr. Reid. Your mom didn't tell me you were in town," Dr. Norman says once he spots your boyfriend.

"She doesn't know I'm here. I'm working on a case, and I actually thought you might be able to help us."

"Of course."

"You've read about the recent child murder and second abduction?" The doctor nods. "We think the person responsible is a woman. She would have been institutionalized, but we believe she may have been released within the past few weeks just before the first abduction."

"What can I do?"

"I'm assuming you have a good working relationship with the administrators at other hospitals. I know no one can open their files, but if you wouldn't mind just giving them the profile, that would be a tremendous help. She's delusional and fueled by grief. She very well might have lost a child of her own, probably around the age of five."

"I'll see what I can do."

Dr. Norman leaves, and Spencer looks over at his mother who is reading a book by herself.

"Go say hi," you whisper.

Spencer grabs your hand and holds it tightly as you two head over to his mother. When she senses someone is behind her, she looks up. Her entire face lights up at the sight of her son.

"Spencer! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for work. We're investigating the murder and abduction of two five-year-old boys."

"I don't like the idea of you working on things that are so sad."

"I know. Do you remember Y/N?"

"Yes, your girlfriend," she smiles.

"It's nice to see you again, Diana. Did Spencer tell you we're living together now?" you grin and take a seat next to her.

"I'm happy you found someone to love almost as much as I love you." Spencer sits down across from her, and she frowns slightly. "You're so thin."

"I was going to come to see you the second we solved the case."

"What else is going on in there?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to your mother, Spencer. We know. We feel things."

"Did I know a boy named Riley Jenkins?"

"Riley Jenkins? He was a story you made up."

"No. He was a real kid who was murdered when I was four."

"I think you're mistaken."

"I've been seeing things--"

"Don't say that," she cuts him off. "Not here."

"I've been having dreams about his death since I was little, Mom."

"You were always a reader. It affected your dreams."

"I remember that when I was four, we went to a funeral. I also remember we moved houses, and you and Dad argued about it. You told Dad that I was in danger."

"Because you were."

"Why did you think that?"

"I don't know. I just knew. I told you. A mother knows. We're animals, Spencer. We feel things."

"She's right," you nod.

"Do you have any children?"

"I do. Just one. Not with Spencer. I had her when I was much younger."

Dr. Norman comes back with bad news. You can tell by the look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I talked to the heads of nine different hospitals. There's no one who matches your description."

"Thank you for trying," Spencer sighs.

"You know, if this person has an Axis-1 condition, her release wouldn't be as important as whether or not she keeps to her medications."

"Alright, thank you. For everything."

The doctor nods and leaves you three alone.

"I went off my medication when I was pregnant with you. I spent every day in terror, but I made it. It was beautiful. I had you," Diana smiles.

"Oh, God," Spencer whispers.

"What is it, baby?" his mom asks.

"Women abduct newborns. Excuse me."

He quickly gets up and chases after the doctor before he has a chance to do something else. You quickly follow after Spencer, but Diana stays where she is.

"Doctor, would it be possible for a woman to convince herself that a random five-year-old child is actually her own newborn?"

"If her psychosis is strong enough. Again, if she'd stopped taking her medication, absolutely."

"Thank you. Come on, Y/N."

Realization hits you like a truck.

"She's breastfeeding them, that's how they're getting their nutrients. If she is, then she must have given birth recently."

Hotch is the first person you call with this new information, and Penelope is able to do her thing knowing that there is a woman out there who lost a newborn, who is breastfeeding, and who would have checked out of the hospital recently. The video Walter took of the funeral was used as evidence to check who was there.

Penelope was able to single out the unsub, and she got as much information on her as she could. The unsub's name is Claire Bates, and she was institutionalized three years ago after she assaulted a fellow secretary at a law firm. By that, she means Claire bit part of the person's ear off.

Claire doesn't have a last known address and the license plate she had registered to her father. He lived in Reno, but he died two years ago. Penelope pulled up birth records because if she is breastfeeding, then she would have given birth recently. Three weeks ago, she gave birth but social services removed the baby from her care after a seven-day evaluation.

It's why she keeps the children for seven days. She's recreating the loss of her baby. The only thing you don't get is that if she lost a newborn baby, why is she taking five-year-olds? She could be projecting her baby onto any child she can get access to.

There is a report written by the social service worker who removed Claire's baby, and along with that, an address.

That's the only place where you believe she could be hiding.

Hotch, Derek, and Emily are closer to that than you and Spencer are so they arrive first, but you head over there as soon as you get this information. As soon as you step out of the car, you can feel Michael's fear as if it were your own.

"Come on, I know where he is."

You lead Spencer into the house and into the back bedroom. He is hiding in the closet because that is where his energy is stemming from. Michael rushes out knowing you're safe to be around, and Spencer gathers him in his arms.

"We got Michael!" you say into the mic attached to the wire in your ear.

With Michael safe, Claire is taken away as soon as the police come. The ambulance comes to check out Michael, and his parents rush over in fear that he is hurt. Amy and Craig practically run out of the car as soon as they see Michael. He runs over to his parents, and they rejoice happily.

"A doctor has to check him out, but you can be with him the whole time. He should be able to be back in his bed by tonight," Hotch says.

"Thank you," Craig says emotionally.

With that taken care of, you walk over to Spencer who still has a sour look on his face. This Riley Jenkins case is bothering him, and it's your job as his girlfriend to back him up on it.

"Hey. Listen, if you truly believe there is a case with Riley Jenkins, then I'll back you up all the way. I'll help you figure it out. Maybe we can stay behind for a few days and talk to your mom. I think she knows more than she's letting on."

"Thank you," he smiles.

Derek and Hotch come over, and Spencer grabs your hand. He feels safer when he knows you're next to him.

"Hotch, do you think it would be possible to wait until tomorrow to return home?"

"Do you think you could find something to do in Las Vegas for the night?" Hotch asks Derek who smirks.

Spencer would love to spend the night with his mother, but you'd like to visit your parents. They gave you their address and it's on the outskirts of the city. You two go back to his mother who is nothing but happy for Spencer.

"I'm happy for you, Spencer."

"For what?"

"Saving that boy."

"How'd you know?"

"I told you. A mother knows."

"Dr. Norman gave me permission to sleep on the couch in your room tonight if it's alright with you."

"If anyone tries to keep him in here any longer, I'll scratch your eyes out," Diana says to the doctor.

"One night only."

"It helps if they think you're crazy. They don't argue," Diana whispers with a wink.

"I'll let you two spend the night together. I think I'm going to visit my parents. Maybe I'll spend the night there. I don't want to intrude on mother/son bonding time."

Something about your parents bothers Spencer. He has to go if you're going to go.

"I'm going to drive her there. I'll be back before you know it."

"Have fun," Diana smiles.

Your parents' place is forty-five minutes away from where Diana is since they live on the outskirts of the city. They've always been farm people, so they have a dozen acres they take care of. They sell animal byproducts like eggs and milk along with some crops they have grown. The driveway is long, but that's to be expected since their house is hidden behind the bushes and trees they have in the front yard.

Spencer parks in front of their big house, and a wave of uncertainty washes over you.

For some reason, and you don't know why, something doesn't feel right about this place. You get out of the car with a frown, and Spencer notices immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel good about being here."

"We should leave, then."

"Spencer, it's my parents. I have to go in." You walk up to their door and knock on the door before walking inside. "Mom? Dad?"

There are little kids inside the living room. As soon as they see you, they cower back into their chairs. Every child has a base energy that is yellow, but it darkens or lightens based on how happy or sad they feel. For example, if a child is excitedly opening Christmas presents, that child will have bright yellow energy about them. If a child is crying because they scraped their knee, that yellow might be a bit darker.

These children's energies are so dark that you would have mistaken them for a different color. Why are these children so sad? Your mom and dad rush downstairs and your dad ushers both you and Spencer outside before you have a chance to ask them anything. Your mom stayed inside to tend to the children.

"We're so sorry, sweetheart. We weren't expecting you this early," your dad chuckles nervously.

"You're still fostering children?" you ask, a bit shocked.

"Yeah. This is a bad time, I'm afraid," he says, trying to veer you off the topic of him fostering children.

"You're the one who asked me to come. Now you're saying I can't stay? Why not?"

"I'm sure we can work something out."

"You remember Spencer, right?"

"Yes," he says coldly. "There isn't room for two people, I'm afraid."

"Daddy, stop this," you whisper.

Why is he being so harsh on him?

"Don't worry, we can come back tomorrow," Spencer says.

"Why don't you stay here so we can catch up?" Your dad places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. For some reason, Spencer doesn't like that. "Spencer can pick you up in the morning."

"We can do that. You wanted to spend the night with your mom, right? Just pick me up tomorrow before we go to the airport."

Spencer doesn't want to leave you alone here. He can't understand why you don't see that something is wrong here. Spencer wants to object, but your dad is already pulling you away.

"It's settled. Come back in the morning, Spencer."

"I'll see you tomorrow," you say.

Spencer has no choice but to leave you alone here. He gets behind the wheel and starts the car, but he doesn't move from his spot. He keeps a watchful eye on your dad. He hugs you, but his hands are low on your back--too low for Spencer's liking. It's almost like your dad is groping your ass. It could be just him, but something isn't right here.

Before he knows it, you're taken into the house and out of view of him.

"I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay." - Bob Dylan

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[genderqueerdykes]

Ngl my mom is above and beyond in terms of being supportive of my transition. I don’t just mean supporting my decision to go on HRT, I mean helping me administer the dose this week when I was struggling to get myself to do so even though she gets a bit squeamish with it as well and taking the sharps to work (a clinical laboratory) to dispose of them. Both she and my dad got me some of the money (via birthday gift) to file my name change petition (filing fee is stupid expensive in our state). They helped me come up with a middle name too. To be fair they’ve had their personal concerns and feelings about it which we’ve discussed and resolved but tbh that’s not unhealthy and it’s not them overstepping/being unsupportive. I don’t mean to brag, I sincerely wish every trans person had parents as supportive as mine, I just wanted to share bc I think this community deserves to have a (realistic but encouraging) picture of what supportive looks like, and it’s not always going to be “do whatever you like”, sometimes it’s worry from a place of lacking understanding. Either way I’m very grateful for my parents and I’m not great at expressing that verbally to them but I hope that i can find a way to communicate it better. Also Tbf my dad is supportive too he just hasn’t done stuff like that bc he works a lot. I hope this didn’t come off as rude or offensive in any way btw

i think it's really great though that you have that, and i don't think you're bragging, i think you're just expressing how grateful you are for the support in a community where people are used to being hurt. you definitely have an uncommon experience, but i think that's why it should be shared, because it displays a window into what loving and supportive families of trans people can and should look like

i think that's wonderful that your mom is so supportive, and especially that she can help you with the medical side of your transition. that's huge and very important (also good that you're getting your sharps disposed of in a safe way), and idk i just think that' sweet that both of your parents want to help you get your name changed

i agree with you that i think every trans person deserves this, and i hope that after people see families like yours and that your family is loving and supporting you, that more people realize that it's not a bad or scary thing to love and support your trans child. you will only continue to grow and blossom into who you're mean to be with that kind of support, and that's beautiful. the entire community deserves it, you're right, but you deserve that, too. i'm really happy to hear that, stories like that are huge for our community =)

take care of yourself, i hope you're able to continue getting the support you need moving forward, and that you enjoy your journey as you become who you're meant to be. stay safe, i'm very glad to hear this

[random-imagines-blog]

Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader, Part 3}

Wordcount: 4493 Chapter Summary: A talk with your cousin, and then your first visit to Starcourt Mall. Warnings: Some swearing, a bad joke or two, description of injury.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Neil never found out. Somehow, Billy had talked some of his buddies from school that too auto-shop to help with the dent that Steve’s car had made against the fender. Well, he didn’t say buddies. Just people that he knew. Probably ones that he blackmailed since it had been a long time since Billy had any friends that weren’t directly related to him. Sheriff Hopper always seemed like he had more on his plate that he needed to deal with than a hit and run, and never showed up knocking at the Hargrove door. Steve never came either, so you assumed that he didn’t figure it out. Looked like this was just yours and Billy’s, and Max’s, dirty little secret. The redhead never acted like she knew, and when it was just you and Billy, he’d taunt about his good fortune. “So fucking glad it was King Steve’s car,” He’d say, drinking a beer that was stolen from his dad’s fridge. “Fucking totaled it, didn’t I?”

You never defended Steve during these conversations, but you felt like perhaps you should have. But you were witnessing your cousin’s mental state whirling. What it seemed like he needed the most was someone to talk to. And the way that he usually did that, how he talked to people at school anyway, was through some sort of bragging. A show off of how tough he was. That’s how he started with you each night when you’d sit in the small backyard together, long after everyone else had gone to bed.

“I thought I’d be outta here by now,” Billy said, after getting his aggression out about Steve, about his dad, about having to take care of Max. Once he got through those topics, he was generally more alright. You rested your head against his shoulder, looking up towards the stars.

“Where were you thinking of going?” You asked. He shrugged, and finished off the beer. He crumpled it in his hand, a loud crunching noise, then threw it lazily into the small garden.

“Back to California or somethin,” He said, leaning his head down to meet the top of yours. The night was warm - which brought out the skeeters in full force. He slapped one off of the back of his neck smoothly. “Back where it actually feels like fucking home.”

“That makes sense,” You said. “Then at least you would feel like you’re closer to your mom right?”

He stayed silent for a moment. The sounds of crickets out there. The insect nightlife going wild. A real rave. You could feel his cheek moving against the side of his head as he licked his lips. “Yeah,” He finally breathed. “She’s not here. I can’t feel her here. Back in California, when I’d go to the beach, at least I could feel ... something. But not here in the middle of shitty Indiana.”

You nodded, understanding. “I miss her too. Everyone always knew that she was way too good for your dad. I used to hear my parents talk about it after we’d visit. And they didn’t even know how bad things got. They didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know how to help,” You said, taking his hand and squeezing it. “But I’m here now. Whatever you need.”

He squeezed your hand in return. A gesture that he would never share with others. Being so close in age, it was almost like you were twins, rather than cousins. You grew up together. You were so close to one another. You had eighteen years of memories with Billy and maybe you were the only one who could understand him during this hard time. And maybe - maybe you were the only one that tried.

“I can’t leave Max to deal with this shit alone,” He admitted. It was so quiet. It blended in with the noises of the night. A real admittance.

“That’s noble. But - does that really mean that you need to be his punching bag? You shouldn’t put yourself through this hell just so that she doesn’t get touched. She’s tougher than you think she is. You’ve had some influence, you know.”

“Better me than her,” He grunted. “And better me than you too.”

“You’re always defending us. And we appreciate it. I know Max sees it, she doesn’t hate you as much as she acts like it,” You said, softly, keeping your voice low. The last thing either of you needed was someone eavesdropping on this conversation. “But when are you ever going to let us defend you? You’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. It’s going to make you sink.”

A tiny little sniffle. You pretended that you didn’t hear it. For his sake. The silence hung heavy in the air as he took your words in. Letting that door open a little before he’d close it again, removing his head from your shoulder and pretended to cough into his arm, all the while wiping his eyes. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t even look. “Do you need a ride anywhere tomorrow?” He asked, changing the subject completely. And you let him. You said your piece. It was up to him whether he took any of it to heart.

“I was thinking about checking out Starcourt,” You said, keeping your tone casual. “Max is going out with her friends, and I don’t feel like sitting about, listening to Susan’s soap operas. There’s only so many betrayals, people coming back from the dead, evil twins and amnesia cases I can take.”

“You want to go see fucking Harrington, don’t you?” Billy asked, turning his head towards you. Through the dim light of the porch lamp you could see his face growing pink, his eyes puffy. “What, you think he’s better than me? You want to go spend all of your time with him now?” He scoffed. “First Max protects him and now you. What the fuck is so great about King Steve anyway? You let him in your pants at the hospital?”

The hand that was squeezing yours tightened. It was close to hurting - just quite uncomfortable now. “Billy,” You said slowly, keeping calm. You tried to take your hand but he kept holding it. Clamped. Trapped. “You need to take it down a notch. You don’t speak to me like that, remember? It’s me. Y/n.”

He took a deep breath through his nose, and then held it in - and finally loosened up his grip. Instead of snatching your hand back, you put your arm around his shoulder and gave him a little nudge with your body. “First of all, you need to stop calling him King Steve. You’re both graduated from high school now. It just sounds like you genuinely admire him-” Billy let out a little warning growl, but you smiled and continued, “-and two, of course I didn’t. We made an agreement not to talk about our sex lives but mine is like - nonexistent so I’m allowed to say that much.”

“Yeah, and it better stay that way,” Billy said, grunting. It made you laugh again. He always did play the part of overprotective brother a little too strongly. You’ve just had a lot more time to get used to it than Max did. “If you get knocked up and end up having a shotgun wedding to some Indiana hick, I swear to God-”

“You gonna come riding up to the courthouse in your car, all cool like?” You asked, laughing as the image came into your head. “Give your reasons for why me and my fiance shouldn’t wed. Call him a redneck sonofabitch and punch him right in the kisser?”

Billy laughed too, his head raising up to catch the air, his long hair flying down past his neck. “Somethin’ like that. Then I’ll take you back to California so you can marry one of those movie stars. Make us rich.”

“Oh, so it’s alright if he’s rich and famous?” You asked, still giggling. “Alright, alright, I’ll keep that in mind. I always did have a thing for Harrison Ford. It’s the Indiana Jones of it all.”

“Oh, shut up,” Billy pretended to gag. “Indy is a fuckin nerd.”

“Oh zip it. You just wish you could pull off the hat. Don’t take it out on Indy that you do not have a head built for hats.”

That got him laughing even more, which was a really good way to end the night. While still in that elated mood, you got him to agree to take you to the mall before he’d start his afternoon shift at the pool. You made the good point of the fact that he was at work all day, and Max was out with friends. What were you going to do all day? Hang out with Neil? At the very least, you could grab a couple of books to get you through the next week or two. You heard about a Jeanette Winterson book that was supposed to be good and came out in the Spring. Time to find a hobby.

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The mall was busy. Like it felt as if every single person who wasn’t working that day had flooded in here. Which you didn’t mind at all. It made it feel more like you were at home. California. People worrying about the latest fashions, looking at magazines, eating ice cream and sucking popsicles to beat the heat. The air conditioning was doing it’s best but with so many hot bodies packed into one place, there was only so much that it could do.

The only thing that you were missing was the beach.

Nonetheless, there were at least five stores that were advertising swim wear. The high cut Baywatch style was all the rage. Pictures of girls in these bathing suits were in a lot of windows. Eye candy for the men, but there were a couple of male models thrown in too. One particular advertisement made you stop and laugh to yourself.

Bikinis Half Off.

You peered inside of the store and saw a rather stern looking woman gazing at the customers from behind the counter. If that was the store manager, like you assumed, she didn’t even get the joke that she made. You went in though, browsed for a bit. You had the whole day to kill. High cut thighs, low cut breasts. Phoebe Cates’ style red bikinis. Maybe you would get something. Spend a day at Billy’s pool. Watch him work. Or rather, watch all of the moms watch him, or so he bragged. He noticed, though he pretended not to while he was at work. He had his eyes on Mrs. Wheeler, apparently, because her kids pissed him off. You never got the whole story on that. You’d have to ask.

You found a bathing suit that was actually in your style. You bought it from the grumpy looking woman. Before leaving you said, “I like your sign.” There wasn’t much in response. She really needed to work on her customer service skills.

There were so many stores in this mall, and so many people milling about. You found yourself in a courtyard-type area, with benches and potted plants and benches to sit down on, take a break from shopping. You actually spun in the center, looking up. A giant skylight above the second floor brought natural sunshine down onto your forehead. It felt warm, despite the air conditioning being cranked up. You could see shoppers on the second floor, heading to escalators or stairwells. There was even a movie theater up there. That was impressive. There were posters splayed on the walls, and hanging off of banisters about what was playing. Back to the Future. You made a mental note to see it. Christopher Lloyd was great in everything.

You thought you saw a flash of red hair off in the distance. Max wasn’t the only redhead in town but you recognized that carroty orange shade. It made you grin. You hoped she was having fun. After the things that had stressed her out the year before, she deserved it. Gathering yourself, you decided to get something to eat and then browse a little more before taking the bus back home to drop your things off. What you did afterwards - you weren’t going to make a plan. You were going to let your feet take you wherever they wanted to go.

Although New York Pizza was calling your name, the smell of rich tomato sauce overpowering some of the others, you turned in the direction of Scoop’s Ahoy. You had to check this place out now. And double check that Steve was alright. You haven’t heard from him since visiting him at the hospital and having that rough interaction with his dad.

As you walked from the brown linoleum to the blue and white checkered floor, you saw that head of hair right away. Even though it was hidden beneath a rather embarrassing cap, it really was iconic. He was looking absolutely fed up with someone that was standing in front of him at the counter. A girl, around twelve. Extremely sassy. Asking for samples of everything. From the look on his face, this was not a new occurrence. He already had the next sample on a little wooden scoop ready for her before she had to ask for it.

“We’re putting a limit on you,” A pretty girl said from the back, putting her head through a window. She noticed you before Steve did. “You’re holding up a line.”

“Take your time,” You said, a conniving smile to the dark girl as her head turned around to see what line there was. She had attitude written all over her face. You liked her immediately. She had something like Max’s fire in her. “I’m not in any rush,” You added, winking at her. The dark haired girl looked you up and down and then turned back towards Steve who was now grinning at your direction, finally noticing you.

“I didn’t need your permission,” The sassy girl said, making you nearly snort with laughter. It was an unexpected comeback. And it was gold. The grin came off of Steve’s face as she went back to making demands for samples. Cotton Candy, Cherry Jubilee, Almond Fudge. You took a seat in one of the booths and pulled out the books that you bought, reading the back, waiting for the girl to finish with her long list. Mango, Mint Chocolate Chip, Citrus Twist. You were actually growing amazed at how many samples she could eat, and how long Steve’s patience was holding up. If it were you on the other side of the counter - it would be a different story. Finally, the girl tried the last flavor, and then dropped a line which made Steve run his hands through his hair with annoyance. “I’m not hungry anymore. See yah.” And she just dropped the sample stick on the counter, making it sticky, turned around and left the ice cream shop to meet up with some friends who were waiting for her. Steve grumbled, picking up the stick and wiped down the counter, before attempting to catch your eye.

“If you just ask for samples, I’m banning you,” He warned you, but there was a playful look in his eye. You got up, leaving your bag behind for the moment, and approached the freshly cleaned counter.

“Well, how else am I going to know what I like?” Despite hearing all of the flavors being asked for, you looked at the display in front of you. Quite a lot of options.

“It’s ice cream,” Steve said, simply. “If you’ve had it before, you’ll know what you like.”

His bluntness made you laugh. He had a point there. “Alright, alright,” You said, bringing your eyes up to look into his own amber-colored ones. “I’ll take cookies and cream in a waffle bowl.”

“Excellent choice,” Steve nodded, that smile coming back. The girl from the back came around and started to prepare it, picking up one of the waffle bowls but Steve stopped her. “It’s okay, I got this one.”

“Wow, a girl shows up and you want to work, shocking,” She commented. Steve tried to shush her as he picked up the wet scoop and started to fill your bowl.

“So this one’s a flirt, is he?” You asked the girl, taking in her name-tag. Robin. That was a cute name. Suited the color of her eyes, which was a robin’s egg blue. That would make it impossible to forget.

“He attempts,” Robin said, evidently pleased at having someone to make fun of Steve with. “Strikes out every time. I have a tally chart in the back going.”

“Oh Steve, that’s embarrassing,” You tutted, shaking your head. “A whole tally chart. And you really seemed so charming.”

“Stick around,” Robin snorted. “It’s like watching a car wreck.”

Both you and Steve flinched at the last two words that were out of her mouth. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, and he did the same to you, both of you now avoiding looking at Robin. The moment of silence was long as Steve was scooping the ice cream into the cup. He gave you an extra one on top which looked like it was going to slide off in a haphazard manner, but it stayed on nonetheless. That’s when Robin put her hands over her mouth, realizing something. “It’s you! You’re the guardian angel babe that he was talking about.”

“Did you really have to add the babe?” You asked, staring at Steve, the tension feeling broken, at least for you. You could banter forever. But you weren’t so sure that Steve was able to take it, not with the flush that was coming up on his cheeks.

“I didn’t, she did,” Steve said, pointing over his shoulder towards Robin. She did look rather pleased with herself. “Do you want any toppings on that?”

“No, it’s uhh - perfect the way it is. Thanks,” You said, moving aside to where the cash register was. You picked out one of the plastic spoons that was in a bowl, just waiting to be taken, and reached inside of your bag to get cash to pay for it. But the waffle bowl never touched the counter. It was being held out to you. “How much do I owe you?” You asked, just figuring that Steve was trusting that you wouldn’t run with it.

“Nothing,” He said, shaking his head, a stray wave of hair coming out from beneath that embarrassing cap that he was wearing. Oh, you had noticed it alright. How many pins did he have to put in there so that it would sit right on his head like that? At so jaunty an angle, you wondered. “It’s on me.”

“After you just lost at least five dollars in product to the little dictator? I don’t think so. Come on, let me know how much it is.”

“I’m serious, I’m not pressing any buttons,” Steve insisted.

“I can?” Robin offered. She went ignored by both Steve and yourself.

“Fine, if that’s the way that you want it,” You said, bringing out a crisp bill. “You can’t say no to this, at the very least.” With your middle finger and your thumb, you folded it lengthwise, and stuck it into the tip-jar, which only had a couple of meager coins inside of it. “You hear that Robin? If he gives even one groan, I want you to take it.”

“But that’s - a ten dollar tip,” Robin said, eyes wide. She then straightened up her back and held her hand to a salute that would make anyone actually in the navy proud. “Aye Aye ma’am.”

“But-” Steve said, but a single look from you made him shut his mouth. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, looking rather bashful. “What are you doing here?”

“At the mall, or in Scoops Ahoy? If the first, shopping, I’m going to need something to entertain me this summer while my family is busy. And the second, why wouldn’t I get ice cream? Or pass up the chance to see how you’re holding up? How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, guess that makes sense,” Steve muttered. “I’m alright. My ribs still hurt when I breathe but other than that...”

“And you’re not even taking an extra day off? Come on Steve,” You frowned. “You should at least have a chair or something to sit down on... is there one back there, Robin?”

“Yeah, there’s a break table,” Robin said, as if finally starting to realize that her co-worker might actually be hurt. There was some kind of caring in there, deep down beneath all of the joking around. It was an interesting dynamic.

“Alright, let’s go, andele, andele,” You said, lifting up the counter with ice cream still in hand, and helped yourself right back there.

“You’re going to get me fired-" Steve started to complain, but he stopped when you took his hand and started to pull him towards the back.

“If giving out all of the free product doesn’t do it first, I’ll be surprised,"You muttered. A couple of extra chairs piled up against the wall, some freezers, cleaning supplies, extra toppings. But most importantly, there was a table with two chairs. You let go of Steve’s hand and pointed towards the chair. “Sit.”

“If you’re going to order me around like a dog, the least you can do is give me a treat,” Steve said, but he did what you asked him to do. He even let out a content sigh as he leaned back against it, sore arm splayed on the formica table. That was when you noticed something other than his words for the first time. His knees. They were exposed. So were his calves. Which meant that -

“Your uniform includes shorts?” You asked, trying to hold in the giggles.

“Duh,” He said, not even bothered by your observation. He was feeling too good, just being off of his feet for a moment. Robin didn’t come back to the back, so she was manning the counter. Okay, so maybe you felt a little bad for just coming in and taking over everything, but Steve really did seem like he was in pain. “That’s what you’re noticing now?”

“Well it’s a little distracting,” You hummed, well aware of the fact that you were blatantly checking him out at this point. “Robins’s skirt is cute but these shorts are something else.”

And now you were the one doing the distracting. Trying to keep Steve’s mind off of the pain. You were making him laugh now, turning his head bashfully to the side so you got another look at the beast of a mane. He actually had product in it. This guy had raised his arms up to his head to  comb product through his hair despite the pain that he was in. Okay, that was dedication. You had to give him that much.

“I didn’t get much of a choice,” He said, looking back at you with those honey colored eyes. “It was either here or the sandwich place. They have to wear beige.”

“You made the right choice,” You said, smiling. “Sailor over beige all the way.”

“Hey Harrington-” Robin said, sticking her head through the window that looked into the back room. “Got some kids here asking for you.”

“More free samples?” You asked as Steve groaned, holding onto his temples. He shook his head.

“I usually let them through so they can get into the movies,” He mumbled. “You gonna tell on me?”

“For helping out some kids? Of course not. If I did tell someone, it was because you never even offered me the chance.”

He got onto his feet slowly, showing his pain more than he had when you walked in. Whether he was playing it up for sympathy points or his painkillers were wearing off, you weren’t sure. But you stepped in to help anyway. “You want to go see a movie?” He asked. “Just gotta go through that door, it’ll take you straight behind all the stores.”

“Another time,” You nodded. “I should let you get to work. Or whatever it is that you call work around here.”

“You don’t have to go,” He said, quickly. You walked with him back out to the front where Robin was looking annoyed at two teenage boys in front of her. They looked around Max’s age. Tall, thin, dark hair, and a shorter one with an unfortunate bowlcut. Oof. You weren’t a stylist but you wanted to take some scissors to that hair. This may be the eighties but that hair cut was screaming seventies. And not in a fun way. “You barely even got to eat,” Steve continued, barely acknowledging the two boys.

That was true. You were still carrying around the ice cream in the waffle cup. It was melting slowly. The shorter of the two teenage boys watched you as you walked around the counter to pick up your bags. You smiled at him. He smiled back. The taller one was looking at Steve with annoyance and anticipation. It was pretty funny to see. “Don’t worry about it,” You said. “You’ve got your hands full. I’ll see you around, kay Steve?”

“Sure,” Steve said, looking dejected.

“Nice to meet you Robin! Keep up on that tally, I want to see the results of the end of the week,” You laughed, and gave her a wave. She waved back, more lazily than anything, and disappeared into the back while Steve started to let the kids in. Your last look of him as you left the food area of the mall was of him returning to the front, balancing his elbows on the counter, and resting his head on top of his hand, boredom incarnate. Poor guy. You found a spot among the stores to sit down and people watch, eating your ice cream. The mall looked like the busiest place in town. Middle of the day, people packing in to take advantage of the air conditioning. It made you feel a little homesick. People watching with your friends was one of your favorite things to do but - you’d much rather be here, even if that meant dealing with Neil. After catching sight of the Mayor trying to hide that he was obviously looking at the Victoria’s Secret displays, you left the cool, recycled air and went out into the hot and humid sunshine to make your way back home, and wait for your cousins to come back to hear about how their days went.

[lilliathshifts]

Ok this post is going to be long and if you see any sentences that are just… wrong, ignore it, it's fine.

I AM DOING A SUPERNATURAL DR POST THINGY (I'm explaining the dr)

So to begin, my name is Paige Elaine Winchester, yes my initials are pew (I'm hilarious). I was born to Sharron Wailer (who her up in a family of hunters but didn’t want that life) and John Winchester (bleh 🤮) on June 6, 1988, I am a Gemini. John was in and out of my life pretty early, I was only a week old when he dipped for the first time and didn't come back until I was 1. Coming to visit once or twice a year but by the time I was 5, he just stopped visiting.

By this time, my mom started seeing this guy named Blake Blee. He was pretty cool, but he was a shapeshifter, surprisingly mom didn’t care. Blake never hurt anyone and his current id was a guy who died years ago. I started viewing him as my dad after a couple of weeks of living with us. After 1.5 years of my mom and Blake dating, they got engaged and a couple of months later, got married.

Now it was me, Blake, and my mom. Life was great. And then, suddenly, with no warning, John Winchester started showing up again after three years. It was so ridiculous because he expected me to run to him and say “daddy, daddy, I missed you oh so much 🥺🥺,” but I didn’t miss him, because Blake replaced him in every way. I mean, I called him dad, he thought me how to ride a bike, he’d secretly let me stay home from school so we could hang out, and John hated Blake for it. Luckily, he left shortly after that and I didn’t see him for another 8 years.

Within those 8 years, mom and Blake had a baby, his name is Evan Jonas Blee. I was weird being an older sister after 10 years of being an only child, but I loved my baby brother. Also around this time, I asked Blake to adopt me, which he did. Now it’s me, Blake, mom and Evan. We were a happy nuclear family. I loved bragging about my family, I loved them so much, we even got a cat and a dog named Stir Fry and Chick (laugh at the funny names).

It’s a couple of days before Halloween 2004, and life is going great. I needed to go to a store to get some last minute candy for the trick-or treaters. While I’m in the store, guess who I run into, John Winchester, and he didn’t even recognize me, how funny. Anyway, I don’t even bother talking to him and I just go home to tell my parents. A couple of hours later he shows up at our door asking if he can stay for a couple of days while he’s in town. My mom and I go to say no but my dad (Blake) tells him to stay as long as he needs to and that we have a spare room next to the living room. Evan and John weirdly got along, it was very unsettling. Mom was really stressed and when I asked her why, she started saying how she’s scared that John will somehow find out that dad is a shapeshifter and hurt him, but dad told her to not worry about that, and that he’d make sure that John would never find out about him.

On Halloween, I took Evan trick-or-treating while my parents and John went out. Evan and I were out pretty late and for back in around 10:30. Mom was home but not Dad and John. I was really tired and so was Evan and mom was a lil drunk so I out Evan to bed and ended up falling asleep in his room, still in my costume.

The next morning, I woke up around 8:30am and went down stairs expecting to see dad cooking breakfast, but he wasn’t there. So I thought that he was still asleep with mom. I passed the front windows and didn’t see John’s truck and assumed he left when things were going a little good. Mom woke up at 10am and asked if dad was asleep on the couch, he wasn’t. I then asked if he called last night to say if he and John were at a hotel or something, but no one called. Mom was a little worried and decided to go back to the bar to see if the workers know where they went. When Evan woke up, we took Stir Fry and Chick for walks while also looking for my dad and John.

Me, Evan and mom got back at the same time, but with no luck on finding them. A couple of hours has passed and a cop showed up at our door. Blake was dead. He was found in a dumpster behind a Brookshires across town. He had a singular stab wound in his abdomen, it looked like he didn’t fight back.

The next couple of months were a blur. Christmas and New Years were very quiet. We decorated and had a small party for Evan. For dad’s birthday, we went to his favorite fishing spot and just cried. I ended up graduating high school early, just like how dad and I planned. Graduation was great, my speech was mainly about him and how he helped me through so much.

It had been 8 months since he died and things were kinda normal. I celebrated my 17th birthday and mom celebrated her 39th.

Then it was September, Evan just turned 7 and I took him to his favorite places while mom had to work. While we were at Evan’s favorite pizza place, I saw this guy who weirdly looked like John. I guess I was staring pretty hard because he walked up to me. I really wanted to ask him a question but before I could, he asked for my name, so I told him. He just kinda stared at me for a bit and asked me to repeat what I said, I did. Tell me why this random stranger pulled up a chair and started asking me weird questions.

“Who are your parents” Sharron and Blake Blee, “when’s your birthday” june 6, 1988, “Do you know a man named John” yea he’s my deadbeat dad

I was getting weirded out but I asked him his name and he said his name was Dean Winchester. Same last name, I guess it’s common? He said his dad’s name is John Winchester. Guess these names are also common, maybe..?

Then he pulled out a picture of him and MY John a saying he was John oldest son and that he has a younger brother name Sam etc.

Me and Evan left with Dean and we dove to my house. I searched that house for pictures of me and John and finally found one of a year ago that my dad took of us. And that’s how I found out I had two older brothers from John’s first marriage.

BAM finished backstory. I’ve been sitting on this story for a while and was finally able to put this into words. Anyway hope you like

[bambi-kinos]

@sususolutioms​ Hi there, thank you for your comments! I enjoy conversation and tangents so please feel free to keep hanging out if you like.

You make a good point about Swinging London and John trying to articulate his feelings of abandonment, the song is a great metaphor for that. It’s a pity that John refused to articulate this outside of music because Paul didn’t understand what he was going through, though I believe that Paul definitely understood that John was suffering. (He was just ill-equipped to deal with it.)

I actually think you’re underestimating them a little bit though. It wouldn’t just be a simple “I love you,” from Paul, it would be a change in lifestyle and committing as a real couple with everything that entailed. It would mean John leaving Cynthia but let’s be real, he would jump at that lmao.

John would need to deal with his baggage but I actually think he was capable of facing it and that if he had had Paul as his explicitly committed romantic partner, he would have felt safe enough to do so. But that’s just my opinion I guess, since we don’t live in that universe we can make up anything we want.

Modern therapy would have helped both of them for sure but that didn’t exist back then so whoops... But my true and honest opinion is that if John had had a lithium prescription to stabilize his moods then he could have put the rest of the puzzle together himself. He was a sensitive guy that wanted to grow and change.

The Ashers are their own entire separate thing. I find them incredibly skeevy and even exploitive with how they used their daughter Jane to get access to Paul McCartney. I know Jane’s father was accomplished but I wouldn’t trust any recommendations he made for celebrities like the Beatles. Gonna quote myself again:

Leggy Maddingway — 04/18/2022 the Asher family thing. jesus christ lmao. I guess it must be an example of rich people being selfish and weird. there's an entire thing about rich people seething about [being forced to abide by] middle class values like "dont let your underage daughter live openly with her boyfriend" which is exactly what they did (i can expound on this if needed) and no one, not even paul, knew what paul macca would turn into. but i cant imagine there wasn't some clout chasing there because otherwise....why. why would you do this. just fucking insane, i wouldnt let my kid's boyfriend live with my kid under my roof barring horrific tragic circumstances and paul did not have horrific circumstances backing him at the time.

it ended up being terrible for Paul and Jane in the end so I'm very very down on her parents for letting it happen and I think it must have been because they wanted to use Paul or brag about having a Beatle living with them, because Jane did not have the life experience at the time to understand what a fucked up arrangement that was. I would understand more if she had eloped with Paul even, but living in your parents house with your bf?

It’s also very clear that Paul McCartney was a complete gold digger in that situation, he was using the Ashers as well, wanting a replacement mother figure and wanting to live in a fancy rich person house. He orchestrated the move into Jane’s house by deliberately staging conversations where he complained about the Mayfair flats Brian put them in:

These quotes are straight from The Lyrics. He cared a lot more about Jane’s mom and Jane’s house than he did about Jane herself. And they were reeaaally happy to have their daughter’s boyfriend move in with them even though they were definitely engaged in sexual activities. That is not a normal thing for parents to do but they did it.

Jane’s father was an accomplished and forward thinking medical practitioner. Her mother was a successful music teacher. But they invited their 17 year old daughter’s boyfriend into their house to live with them knowing that he was an up and coming entertainment star at his sexual peak... like I get the UK’s age of consent is 16 years old and everything but inviting Paul to live in their house of their own accord while knowing all this, that’s just really gross to me. I don’t think the Ashers did anything good for Paul McCartney in terms of his personal development and their family helped stunt his development as an adult.

Sorry for going off but I do not like the Ashers and they made terrible decisions when they should have known better. I wouldn’t trust any recommendations they made for medical practitioners for John or Paul lmao because they would be motivated by chasing clout!