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k-hotchoisan · 1 year ago

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backseat serenade

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!

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“Who else is here?” You ask.

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces.

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram.

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours.

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression.

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth.

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life.

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist.

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures.

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi.

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person.

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door.

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”.

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head.

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh.

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat.

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs.

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind.

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden.

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put.

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you.

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch.

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear.

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.”

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer.

And you wonder how far you should take this.

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties.

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress.

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart.

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear, “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air.

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical.

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation.

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.”

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point.

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit.

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out.

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet.

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again.

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet.

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit.

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon.

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers.

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you.

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more.

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark.

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building.

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile.

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door.

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment.

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it.

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter.

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell.

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off.

“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him.

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed.

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away.

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights.

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven.

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants.

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust.

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you.

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more.

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods.

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger.

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out.

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again.

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants.

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink.

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy.

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp.

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you.

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses.

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat.

You sure know how to push his buttons.

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb.

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out.

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more.

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip.

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high.

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath.

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his.

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you.

But he pulls you along with him.

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”

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mariasont · 1 year ago

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Sundress Season - S.R

a/n: spent all friday & saturday writing so sorry 4 dumping so many works 2night lololol

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pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer decides to come help you out with some research and gets a little more than he bargained for

warnings: fluff, thigh kink if you SQUINT LIKE SQUINT

wc: 0.9k

You crossed one leg over the other, your nails drumming against the table, while your eyes bored holes into the book that lay open in your lap. You loved reading, more than most people, but when it was something you were interested in, not when the pages were smeared with the arcane symbols of mathematical algorithms that you could not seem to comprehend. It was giving you a migraine.

At the call of your name, your head lifted abruptly, a welcome excuse the cast aside the loathsome book, expecting your coffee to be awaiting you at the counter. You weren't, however, expecting to see Spencer standing there. Your brows knitted together in a moment of confusion before you face relaxed into a warm, welcoming smile.

"Spence? Hey, what are you doing here?"

"JJ said you were researching the neural network algorithms," Spencer said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement as he pulled out the chair across from you. "I figured I could lend a hand."

“Oh, bless your heart, Dr. Reid,” you praised, hand dramatically pressed to your heart, “I could kiss you.”

The subtle rosiness that blossomed on Reid’s cheeks didn’t escape your notice, and you couldn’t deny the small thrill of saying things designed to elicit the delightful blush. It was cute.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing towards the book, ignoring your words.

You give a nod and pass it over, his fingers brushing over yours in the process. It was hard not to stare at his face, admittedly, your scientific knowledge (or any knowledge) didn’t rival his, yet surely there was some explanation for why you found him so attractive.

You watched, curiously, as he made quick work of the pages, absorbing the information with the ease of a child flipping through a picture book. Maybe that was it—his intelligence, now that wasn’t far off. I mean, who didn’t want a man who could effortlessly recite pi to the hundredth decimal?

You found yourself following the lines of his face— from the subtle shadows under his eyes to the rhythmic movement of his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he concentrated, down to the soft dip of his lips. God, he was so beautiful. And even that term barely did him justice.

Your blatant starring was broken only when you realized his lips were moving.

“Yeah, totally,” you said, bobbing your head in agreement, clueless to his actual words but hoping you said the right thing.

He regarded you with a puzzled glance, his brow raised while carefully marking his place in the book. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

That famous, gorgeous smile of his spread across his face as his eyes darted around the coffee shop. His fingers patted his cheek thoughtfully in silent, teasing challenge.

“Wait, what?”

“The issue was with adjusting the weight initialization to prevent the vanishing gradient problem,” he remarked with an easy shrug. “Seems like the perfect time for that well-deserved kiss.”

His words sent a wave of warmth flooding your cheeks. Was he serious? You decided you didn’t care. Rising just enough to meet him, you cupped his face and planted a sloppy kiss against his cheek. As your drew back, you couldn’t help but delight in the sight of his ears, now tinted with a charming blush of red.

The intimate bubble burst as the barista’s voice rang out, announcing that your coffee was, in fact, prepared at last. You tapped his nose lightly before standing fully. “My hero.”

Spencer watched with a slack jaw as you walked away from the table, his eyes drawn to your thighs. The air seemed to escape him in a rush, his gaze locked on your outfit, now fully revealed as you stood up. He was so used to seeing you in dress pants, he’d never seen you in a dress, a sundress at that.

He was already burning from the feeling of your lips on his cheek but now it was spreading through every part of him as he traced your curves before landing once again on your supple thighs. God, you were beautiful, and that ass—

He was on the cusp of entertaining some rather less-than-holy ideas when the shrill ring of his phone intervened. He mentally berated the caller, wishing to preserve every detail of your image in his mind. Morgan. Naturally.

He swiped deftly at the phone, realizing it was FaceTime. Morgan’s head filled the screen, his eyebrows shooting up as he took in Spencer’s appearance.

“Morning, lover boy.”

Spencer was unsure what he meant. “Huh?”

Morgan simply flicked his cheek with a smirk. “Looks like ya missed a spot, hot stuff.”

Spencer’s face warmed with a fresh flush, hastily angling the phone away, his fingers working to erase the lipstick stain.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up, man! You on a hot date or something? C’mon, Reid, who’s the lucky lady?”

Once assured his skin was free of the pink evidence, Spencer lifted the phone again. He didn’t get a chance to ask Morgan’s reason for calling, as your face appeared behind him, curiously glancing at the phone.

“Oh, hey Morgan!”

Morgan’s mouth dropped open. “No way! You’re kidding me! Penelope is going to freak—,”

His words were cut short as Spencer swiftly hung up.

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kpopflowerfield · 6 months ago

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pretty boy | smg

ღ pairing: stoner frat boy! mingi x afab! reader

ღ word count: 4.9k

ღ genre: heavy smut, mingi opens up his hard shell, very loose college au

ღ warnings: description of drinking & drug use, cursing, making out, dry humping, mingi gives praise, dom! mingi, unprotected sex, rough sex

ღ rating: mdni!

ღ networks: @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @k-library

ღ authors note: ty to @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

ღ summary: Mingi’s always felt like he’s on top of the world. Great friends. Great weed. Great looks, which brings great sex. That was until he met you, someone who actually made him open up the hard shell he had.

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You sat in the living room of your go-to frat house, Delta Pi. It became a routine for you and your friends to go. You always teased Eumji that she just missed Choi Jongho. They weren’t a couple by any means, but every time you went, they ended up cuddling together. Maybe it was just the alcohol that made them think they had some connection.

The same could be said about Minjoo, but her connection was with Choi San. He was friendly but definitely a playboy; it was hard to find him without a girl following him. You didn’t have much of a connection with anyone at the frat. Sometimes, your eyes would shift to look at Song Mingi. You knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was consistently high and ridiculously attractive.

You heard a giggle from Minjoo and looked over at her. “Go talk to him,” She looked at you as you shook your head quickly. “Who?” San questioned. “No one,” You looked at him quickly. He was the last person you would want in your business. “Mingi,” Eumji chimed in. You couldn’t help but facepalm. “Thanks, guys,” You groaned.

Jongho laughed a bit. “Really? Mingi?” He sounded surprised as your cheeks flushed. “I’ve never talked to him; it’s just a thing where he’s nice to look at.” You sound shameful as you talked about him. “Hey Mingi!” San called out to him as your eyes widened. “I’m sure he’s busy; you have a full house tonight,” You looked at San, a bit of panic in your eyes.

He shrugged, his arm draped over Minjoo’s shoulder. You stared at the ground in front of you. You never wanted to interact with him. He was just a piece of eye candy for you to savor at these parties. You heard the noise of hands being clapped together and the strong smell of weed. Mingi actually came over here.

You felt your heart racing, and your brain was turning over, trying to think of possible ways to have a conversation. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Mingi stood over where you were sitting on the floor. You turned to look up at him and nodded slightly. God, he was tall. He squatted down and looked at you. “Do you smoke?” He fixed his hair as he asked you.

Jongho tried to hold back laughter at his question. You shrugged and looked at Mingi, “occasionally.” You weren’t trying to stare, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was even more beautiful up close. “Want to get a drink?” He offered, standing back up. “Sure,” you nodded.

He put his hand out for you to take, and you did. You carefully made your way through people until you got to the kitchen. “Sorry if San and Jongho were giving you a hard time,” he smiled at you as he poured you a drink. “Oh, it’s okay. I’m used to them,” you smiled back and took a sip of what he handed you.

“Here,” he smiled and handed you a pre-roll. “You can smoke it here if you want or save it for another time.” You nodded as you looked at it. “Thanks,” you looked at him, trying to hide your confused look.

“Y/N!” Your headshot in the direction of your friend calling out your name. You pushed through people to see what was going on. Your anxiety rose as you could only think that something terrible happened to her. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Eumji with her tongue almost shoved down Jongho’s throat, and there was Minjoo.

Just lounging in San’s arms with a bright, innocent smile. “Good, you’re both here,” She sat up slightly. You looked over your shoulder to see that Mingi had followed you to the cry of your name. “What’s the problem?” You questioned as she smiled. “Let’s play truth or dare,” Eumji, San, and Jongho supported her idea, which didn’t surprise you.

“Okay,” Mingi shrugged before taking a seat in a chair next to the couch. You sat on the floor across from him. “Oh, we need a bottle!” Minjoo looked around as San picked up his beer from earlier, which he hadn’t finished. He finished it and then smiled. “Here you are,” he put it in the center of the circle you were sitting in.

Eumji quickly spun it, watching it land on San. “Truth or dare?” She grinned. “Dare,” he said after thinking for a moment. She leaned over to whisper with Jongho. “Alright, San, your dare is to drink a small cup with a bit of each liquor.” He nodded and watched as Minjoo ran off to get his cup. She smiled as she handed it to him. “Bottoms up,” Mingi teased.

San threw his head back, drinking it without hesitation. He groaned in disgust and spun the bottle. “Alright, Eumji. Truth or dare?” She tapped her chin, making her decision. “Truth,” she nodded. San chuckled to himself. “What is your body count?” You watched her cheeks flush at his bold question. “Two,” she nodded, her voice full of confidence as he nodded. Only you could see San and Jongho give each other a look. Jongho must’ve been curious but didn’t want to be the one to ask the question.

Eumji spun the bottle. You watched it carefully. Dread filled you as you watched it slow down, the neck of the bottle pointing directly at you. Minjoo squealed. “Truth or dare?” Eumji looked smug as she asked you. “Dare,” You nodded. “Let me ask!” Minjoo raised her hand, shaking it in the air as Eumji nodded. Minjoo grinned after getting the permission and looked over at you. “I dare you to make out with Mingi,”

Your face started to go pale within a few moments. Your eyes raised just enough to look at him. He looked over at you, patting his lap. You got up carefully, walking over to him. He sat up from his overly relaxed position. You carefully climbed onto his lap, both of your knees digging into the furniture as you didn’t want to sit on him entirely.

His hand wrapped around you to hold the small of your back, pulling you down until your ass met his thighs. Your body heated up from his touch as you moved to meet his lips, which quickly latched onto yours. His hand traveled to your ass for a quick second, squeezing gently. You gasped quietly, just loud enough for him to hear, as his tongue moved into your mouth. Your tongue began to dance with his. He couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction with you.

He bit your bottom lip, pulling gently before you moved away from him. Your cheeks were flushed, and he sat there smiling up at you as if he didn’t just kiss you like that. You cleared your throat as you sat down on the couch next to him. You looked over at Eumji as she spun the bottle for you. “Jongho!” She cheered. “Truth or dare?”

You couldn’t focus on the game anymore. Every time you shut your eyes, you could feel his hands as if they were ghosting on your skin. His rosy, plump lips on yours. You pressed your lips together, trying to get those thoughts out of your mind. “Y/N?” You looked over at Minjoo. “Truth,” You subconsciously answered. “We stopped playing,” Minjoo looked at you concerned as you nodded, looking around to see everyone just casually talking.

“Are you okay?” She couldn’t help but question as you nodded, fixing your hair. “I’m just going to get a drink,” You walked out to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink. “Y/N?” You heard that deep velvet voice and looked over at him. “Oh, Hey,” You felt so awkward as you spoke, taking a sip of your drink after. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” He looked at you, reading your expression as you nodded.

“Me either,” You confessed. “Want to come up to my room?” He looked down at you. Your heart rate increased at his offer. “Sure,” You looked at him and followed. You walked carefully up the creaking stairs and down the hall. He opened the door to his room. You couldn’t help but look around. He must’ve had the best room the place had to offer. It was a quick assumption just seeing the big bay window that faced the backyard but you felt like you were right.

“I pay most of the rent,” he laughed a bit as you nodded, you didn’t say much but it did feel nice getting the satisfaction of being right. “That makes sense,” your eyes shifted over to him as he stood there. He was looking at you, too. The room was dim, only lit up by the moonlight creeping through the window. He walked closer to you.

The tension between you was becoming more tense as you stood there looking at each other. His hand firmly held your side as he leaned down, his lips finally meeting yours. Your lips started to weave with his as you held onto his arms. He pulled you close to him, not letting you go as he lifted you. Your breath hitched, not expecting to be airborne, as he took you to his bed.

You looked at him as he moved away from your lips. A look of ‘why did you pull away’ in your eyes as he leaned back down, crashing his lips into yours. His touch was so simple, yet it made your stomach do backflips. His tongue moving with yours was making you go mad. You wanted more of him now that you’ve had a taste. You couldn’t stop yourself as you pushed his shirt up. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled it off and tossed it to the other side of the room.

He watched as you pulled your shirt off and pulled him closer to the bed so you could straddle him. You held his shoulders as you kissed him again, moaning softly as you could feel his length hardening underneath you. He held your hips as his lips traveled down your neck, nipping at parts of your collarbone. You couldn’t help but start grinding on his length.

He groaned, leading your hips against the thick fleece material of his pants. “You’re fucking huge,” You whispered in his ear as he smirked. Leaving open mouth kisses on your neck. “Fuck me,” You moved, so he had to look at you. A serious look on your eyes as you stared into his. You loved foreplay but fuck; it was becoming agonizing. You just wanted him to ram you.

He raised an eyebrow hearing you say that. Even if you were barely acquaintances, he didn’t see you as the type to mutter those words. “Yeah?” He chuckled, holding your hips on his lap. “Strip for me,” He rasped in your ear. You climbed off of him quickly, stripping yourself of your clothes. The ache between your thighs was growing stronger as you waited for him to strip.

He sat on the bed, using his hands to hold his body up as he leaned back. He bit his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “You’re so hot,” He looked at you. Your cheeks flushed. “It’s your turn,” You looked at him, gesturing to his pants, which he still had on. He nodded and stood up. Your eyes were glued to him, watching as he stripped himself of his clothes.

Your eyes widened as you saw his huge cock standing tall in front of your eyes. You looked up at him, watching as he sat down, laying back on his pillows. “Come here,” He put his hand out to you as the other began stroking his dick. You walked over, and he had you straddle him once again.

You looked at him as he held your hips. Your nerves were on fire as you sank down. Moaning at just the feeling of his thick head entering you. He groaned softly, feeling your walls stretch out to fit his girth inside. “Fuck! Mingi!” You cursed as you slowly moved down more. “You're so fucking wet,” He hissed. Your legs were already shaking at your body being adjusted to him.

His hands moved, gripping your ass. “You okay?” He checked in as he studied your face, which was a mixture of pain and pleasure from the pressure he was creating inside of you. You nodded in response as he smirked. “Good,” He held your ass and moved his hips carefully. With each light jerk, he was filling you more and more. “‘s so tight,” He groaned.

Your body moved to lay flush with his as he held your hips for him to buck his hips up into yours. You could only moan out in response to each hard thrust into your dripping wet cunt. Both of your breathing grow heavier and heavier with each movement. “So fucking good,” You cried out. His hands moved quickly to cover your mouth. “Shhh, I’m going to have to stop if you’re too loud. Still a party downstairs,” He looked at you, waiting to continue snapping his hips back into yours.

You nodded slowly. He moved his hand off your mouth slowly. “Get off, I want to fuck you differently,” He whispered. You nodded as he quickly moved you. Carefully pushing his hands on your shoulders, making an arch for him. “God, your pussy is perfect,” He groaned, smacking your hole with his head lightly. Your breath hitched as he quickly stuffed his cock back inside of you.

He kept an unrelenting tempo as his room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your muffled sobs. “Mingi,” You whined as he smacked your ass. “I’m gonna come,” You cried out, uncovering your mouth as he kept his pace. Holding your hips tightly, “Me too. Where do you want me to come?” He groaned. “W-wherever,” You stuttered as your walls clenched against his cock.

“Fuck,” He growled as you whimpered, that wave of pleasure coming to rush over. “J-jus’ like that,” You whined as he kept going. Listening to your cries of pleasure as you came. He pulled out quickly. Emptying himself on your back as you panted. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed tissues. “Are you okay?” He questioned as he wiped your back off. You nodded against his sheets as he threw out the tissues.

“I’m sorry if it was too much,” he lightheartedly laughed. “Not at all,” you shook your head quickly. You heard the flick of a lighter, and that earthy smell filled the room as you sat up. “Want some?” He looked over at you. You nodded and took the pre-roll he was handing to you. You took a hit and then passed it back.

“Can I ask you something?” Mingi spoke up, and you nodded. “What’s your very first memory?” He took another hit as you furrowed your brows. “I don’t know. Maybe a family vacation?” You shrugged, thinking. You looked over at him, lying down next to him. “What’s yours?” You questioned, taking the joint out of his hand to get a second hit.

He thought about it, squinting his eyes as if he were trying to see the memory. “Maybe one of the times I was at my Grandma’s house. I loved going to her house when I was a kid,” He nodded as you handed him his joint back. You heard a knock on the door and jumped, covering yourself with the covers quickly. Mingi carefully pulled the covers over his lap. “What?” He called out.

“Just letting you know everyone is leaving, and you’re on clean-up duty this time,” San spoke through the door as Mingi hummed in response. You looked over at him as he stood up to grab his clothes. You did the same and dressed yourself. “I can help,” You looked over at him. “With what?” He questioned as he walked to the door. “With cleaning up,” You smiled at him, and he shook his head. “Nope,” He tapped your nose gently.

That simple action made your heart flutter as he walked out his door. “I want you to get home safe, okay?” He looked at you as you carefully walked behind him. “Are you sure?” You questioned as he nodded quickly. “Do you have a jacket?” He looked at your small crop top with concerned eyes as you shook your head. “I’ll be okay,” You smiled at him. “Nope,” He ran over to the closet and came back with one of his hoodies. “Take this. I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

You held it and saw him watching, waiting for you to put it on. You pulled the hoodie over and smiled softly. “Okay, get home safely,” He walked you to the door and watched as you left. You sighed happily to yourself as you held your hands in the pocket.

You tried to push out the scenes that played in your head from that night. Even just walking to class, those filthy thoughts filled your mind. The way he felt, how he held you and kissed you. It was all so surreal to you. You tried to keep your hopes low for now. It could easily just be a simple hookup and nothing more. You fixed your hair as you saw Mingi walking by with a few friends. You smiled softly, not knowing if he would respond to you.

“Hey!” Mingi smiled brightly at you as you continued on your way. “Wait, Y/N,” He caught up and held your arm gently. “Hey, Mingi,” You smiled at him, adjusting the bag on your shoulders. “I was wondering,” He scratched the back of his head as he looked at the ground. “Can I get your number?” He looked up at you. Your cheeks flushed as you nodded. “Yeah, of course,” You quickly responded as he pulled out his phone and handed it to you.

He watched as you typed and smiled softly. “Is that my hoodie?” he questioned. You handed his phone back and looked at him, flustered. “Sorry, I meant to give it back.” You got ready to drop your bag on the ground. “Here,” you started to pull it up, but he stopped you. “Keep it. You look really cute.” He smiled and put his phone away.

Your cheeks heated up from his compliment. “Thank you,” you looked at him, avoiding eye contact. I’m gonna be late for class, but I’ll see you around. I’ll text you, okay?” He smiled as he started to walk away backward so he could face you. “Okay,” you smiled back at him, fixing your hair from the wind as you watched him walk towards his class.

You made it to your class and sat down, pulling your laptop out of your bag and setting it up. You stared at the screen as you waited for your professor to show up. You looked at your phone.

[Unknown] Hey, cutie ;)

You laughed to yourself, knowing the message was from Mingi.

Y/N: Hey ;)

You smiled at your cheeky response and put your phone off the side as your professor started. You tried to ignore the buzz from your phone as your professor droned on and on. You looked away from your lesson and opened your phone.

Mingi: You should come over whenever you’d like. By the way, I know you said you come over for the parties, but if you ever just want to come by and just hang out as the two of us, you’re welcome

You smiled at his message as you saw that class had ended.

Y/N: Anytime, huh?

You tried to tease him a bit, but you were more than happy to walk over to his place whenever. You texted on and off through the days until you made your way over to his on your own. You knocked on the door lightly. You could hear the steps from the stairs and Mingi's rich, deep voice as he called out to his roommates before the door opened.

“Hey,” He smiled at you. You smiled back, studying his features. Seeing his wet, messy hair and just wearing some sweatpants. “Come with me,” He moved as he let you in. You followed him upstairs to his room and smiled. “How’s class been for you?” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small case before pulling out a joint to light.

“Good,” You nodded as he handed you the joint you were eyeing. It wasn’t that you wanted it, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “No weird questions today?” You looked at him, expecting some question you’d have to think about that he could come up with to ask you.

He shook his head and smiled. “Not yet,” He teased as you smiled. “You’re adorable,” You looked at him, hoping your compliment was taken lightly. “Adorable?” He raised an eyebrow as you nodded. “I’ve gotten a bunch of stuff, but never adorable,” He laughed softly. “Well, you’re adorable. Especially when you smile,” You said matter-of-factly. He nodded at you. “Well, thank you for being the first,” He laughed.

You smiled at him and hit the joint. He smiled as he watched the smoke leave your lips. “Let me look at questions,” you smiled, then looked them up. He stretched his arms out as he watched you. “How would your friends describe you?” You asked and looked at him. “High,” he laughed and shrugged. That’s it?” You looked surprised at his answer as he nodded.

“Alright,” You huffed, then thought. “How would you describe yourself?” You crossed your legs as you sat on his bed facing him. “Probably the same.” He shrugged. “Oh, come on, you gotta have more than that,” You whined. “Not really,” he laughed at you. You pouted at his short response. “How would you describe me then?” He questioned you. You blushed softly and looked out the window.

“Tall, deep voice, adorable.” You paused as you thought of more. “I don’t know. I also think you’re kind, but I also have to get to know you more,” You looked over at him as he smiled softly. “Nailed it,” He stood up. You watched him carefully, worrying maybe that you somehow offended him. “If I’m wrong, you have to tell me,” You looked at him as he sat in his window bay. “You’re right,” He nodded, and you sighed at his response.

“I also feel like you ask questions that you actually want to answer, but no one asks you. You’ve gotten used to that, so you closed yourself off in a way, giving short answers if you are being asked a question.” You spoke gently, almost in a whisper, as he looked over at you. He didn’t say anything, but you felt as if you were right with your self-analysis of him.

“Alright, Fine.” He looked over at you lying on your stomach. The sunset hits your face at just the right angle. “I’m someone who likes the sunsets and warmer weather; I like being around people that I’m comfortable with or I can talk to. I love sleeping and daydreaming. I’m someone who loves to take care of others but loves to be taken care of, too.” He shrugged.

He wasn’t making it that big of a deal, but it was the first time in a few years that he opened up. The last people he talked freely with were San, Jongho, and his childhood friend Yunho. He didn't think it would matter to you what he said as he looked out the window again. “Thank you,” you smiled softly. Each word was being saved in your brain as he spoke. He wasn’t just eye candy anymore.

He was someone you actually wanted to get to know about. You wouldn’t say it out loud, but thank God for your friends daring you to make out with him. “Thank you?” He questioned as you nodded. “Yup, you opened up. Even if it’s a tiny bit, it means a lot to me. So, thank you,” You grinned at him as he smiled back. “Only for you,” His flirty tone made your stomach flutter.

You got up and walked over to him. He smiled down at you before taking you into his embrace. “I know you can come over whenever now, but I still better see you at parties,” He held you close. “Aye, aye, captain,” You laughed against his chest. He pulled away and smiled down at you. “Thank god for that dumbass dare,” He laughed.

You flushed, as his thoughts were the same as yours. You didn’t want to pour your heart out to him, but you were becoming so thankful for him coming into your life. You kept telling yourself it was too soon for you to think that way. You had just met and started hanging out with one another, but something about him just made you feel at ease.

It wasn’t something either of you could put into words as Mingi realized he felt the same way. You listened to him the few times he’s had the chance to talk after you’ve pushed him too. With each time you hung out, he started to speak his mind more freely and answered from the bottom of his heart. He even slowly stopped getting as high.

It was something he did as a comfort to not have to speak what he was feeling, but he didn’t need that when he was with you. He just wanted you to be by his side. Even if it was through a phone, he knew you’d always answer and speak freely to him. Spilling your secrets to each other and being with one another so much, it was almost like you lived at the frat house.

San and Jongho would love to tease you, but they don’t mind having you around for one bit. They used it to their advantage to get to know more about Eumji and Minjoo. It made you realize you judged them too quickly when they asked you about their favorite things and what they liked to eat. Of course, they would still turn it into a conversation about whether you and Mingi were together.

You both kept brushing it off, since you didn’t see why labels kept coming up. After just a few months, you were best friends, and labels weren’t needed. Yes, you slept over and got food with him, went bowling, and even tried studying together, even though it didn’t work out. You both got too distracted talking about the random things that came into your mind. You both saw each other as friends and were simply grateful to have each other in your lives. Nothing more.

“Yah, Choi San!” You whined as he opened Mingi’s bedroom door, where you were lying in just one of Mingi’s shirts. San chuckled at your reaction as Mingi yelled out. “Get out, perv!” He huffed, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Jeez, guys, I was just letting you know that actual people are coming over in a bit. We got a lot going on tonight,” San shut the door behind him as he walked out.

“That’s not my problem,” Mingi shrugged and looked over at you. God, you were so perfect to him. Just the way you were lying on your side facing him and talking about everything. “No party for you tonight?” You questioned as he shook his head. “I’m not really up for it.” He ruffled his hair before looking back at you. “Are you?” He questioned as you shook your head. “I’m too comfy to move,” You sighed happily as you laid on your back.

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” Mingi looked at you as you nodded quickly. “Always.” He cleared his throat a bit as you cuddled up to him, placing your head on him so you could still see him as he spoke. “I’ve been afraid of saying something to someone,” He sounded shy as he spoke, his arm wrapped around you like second nature. “Saying what?” You couldn’t help but question. “Listen, I know we’ve been telling everyone we’re friends and nothing more, but I have to be honest with you. I promised you I would be,” He traced circles in your back as he spoke.

“I really think I have feelings for you, for something much farther than just a friendship or a friends-with-benefits situation. I really do like you, Y/N. I’ve just been so afraid to say it because I don’t want to make you run away if you don’t feel the same,” He rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t around you. “Mingi,” You shifted to get a better look at him. “I think I feel the same. I didn’t want to say anything either because I couldn’t tell if I was making our situation something much more than what it was,” You laughed quietly.

“I mean, it just makes sense for the two of us, y’know?” He smiled down at you. “We’ve seen every part of each other, we know each other's secrets and desires, and we could easily finish each other’s sentences if we had to. Plus, you look really cute in my clothes,” He chuckled as you blushed at him. “So kiss me then, the first time as a couple,” You couldn’t help but sound giddy as you moved, and he followed. Placing a gentle peck on your lips. “You’re so perfect, and now you’re mine,” He cooed as he placed his forehead on yours.

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allthesmutl0vers · 9 months ago

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Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part One)

No TW yet, but they will be coming soon

Chapter One

Y/n

"Y/n dear! Are you ready? The Weasleys will be here soon!" I hear my mum call from downstairs.

“Almost ready, mum!” I shout as I finish packing my bag in a hurry, thanking MErlin that I packed most of my stuff last night. I really need to stop staying up so late reading, but I couldn’t help myself, it was a good book.

“Evening, Hunts!” Arthur’s cheery voice booms from the living room downstairs. I hear my parents greet him as I shove the last of my stuff into my bag for the train ride.

I open my door in a rush and run right into two familiar chests. “In a bit of a hurry, are we?” Fred jokes with a laugh.

“You’d think her pants were on fire,” George adds.

“Merlin, are you two trying to give me a heart attack?” I chastise them while holding my chest.

They both laugh and Fred pulls me into a hug. “Not quite yet, love. Too many pranks to pull,” he jokes as he steps back, and George moves in for a hug.

“What would we do without our partner in crime?” George jokes, stepping back after his hug.

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Probably get yourself thrown out of school before we graduate this year,” I joke back, making us all laugh. I love being around Fred and George. They’ve been my best friends since our first year at Hogwarts when I joined them in a prank on Filtch. We’ve been inseparable ever since, alternating between each other’s houses for holidays and summer breaks. I once thought we could be more than friends, but I could never decide between them. Then, in our fifth year, I met Draco, and we started dating. It took a while for our friends to get used to each other, but now we’re all close friends.

I grab my bag, and Fred and George carry my trunk down the stairs where their dad and my parents are talking and laughing.

Arthur looks over at me with a wide smile after laughing at one of my dad’s jokes. “Oh, y/n! How nice to see you again!” Arthur says cheerfully. “Are you all ready to go?”

“Yes, sir. All packed,” I smile wide.

Arthur waves a hand as he stands. “Merlin, how many times have I told you that you don’t have to call me ‘sir?’” Arthur jokes.

“Old habits die hard, I suppose,” I shrug with a smile.

Arthur nods and faces my parents again. “Sheila, Robert, always a pleasure. Do let Molly and I know if you can make it. It’s supposed to be a great show.”

My parents nod with a smile, and my dad shakes his hand. “The pleasure is all ours, Arthur. And I think we can make it work.”

“Excellent. I’ll tell Molly to listen for the ring. These telephones, you called them? Amazing machines, much quicker than an owl,” Arthur says as he turns to me and the twins with a clap. “Well, best be off. Fred, George, you first.”

“See you on the other side,” George jokes with a nudge to my shoulder.

I smile and laugh. “Remember to speak very clearly,” I use Molly’s words the first time she taught us how to use the floo network. They laugh and roll their eyes as they speak their destination and disappear in a flash of green flames.

“Oh!” My mum says excitedly. “Y/n dear, hang back a moment, will you?” My mum asks as she walks towards the kitchen. I nod to Arthur to go ahead of me, and he nods back and disappears into the flames. A moment later, my mum returns from the kitchen with three apple pies and hands them to me. “Here, honey. These are for you guys after dinner.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I smile and set the pies down to hug her. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, honeybee,” My dad says, hugging me next. “We will see you on the platform. Have a great time, and try not to get into too much trouble. I don’t need an owl from Dumbledore again about how you and the boys flooded another bathroom,” My dad says, pulling back.

“I’ll do my best,” I chuckle. I pick up the pies and blow them a kiss before throwing down some floor powder and speaking. “The Burrow.”

Part Two

#fred weasly x reader #george weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins smut #fred weasley #george weasley

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sgiandubh · 1 year ago

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Señorita Nothingburger

🎶When you see her, say a prayer /And kiss your heart arse goodbye 🎶

Lauren 2.0. Wow: after The Paid Companion, The Wannabe. Unlike the first round of revelations, this time the output has been totally disappointing. Very few things and zero context, which I have to say I was totally expecting, because it didn't exactly fit the agenda being pushed by Marple (amen!). Lightning never strikes the same place twice, right? And then, we had The Follow - a very interesting foolish, yet telling move: but on this, a bit further down the road, mind you.

So, let's ask ourselves along with La Ciccone: '¿Quién es esa niña?' For once, his IG follow has been very explicit:

Leading whoever to this account...

Elix Wellness is offering a very specific range of treatments, of which the one for hangovers really got me interested:

And yeah, even if I have apparently been scooped out by Marple on this one (my bad for sitting on it for a day), shamelessly using my patented methods (that is a lame joke), Lauren 2.0's LinkedIn account is, for once, very clear:

Her contract as a Travel RN was over by August 2023, as pointed out across the street:

And then she decided to go independent and open her own company. So, by far not a hooker - decent education, even, at NYU.

Lo and behold, who had Ibuprofen in his hotel room, in May 2023, when they were spotted on that NY Soho terrace, having lunch (didn't we laugh? you bet we did, it was one of my first posts in this fandom!)? S, of course. Hangovers could use both ibuprofen and a good IV cleansing treatment ( see above - such a common offering in that particular town, soon to be out of fashion - but hey: if she believes it can bring money, not my problem).

But... dating her? Not a chance in hell. You see, just a cursory survey of her IG account between the moment her contract as a Travel Registered Nurse was over and the moment her company started to be active, reveals a very busy Mediterranean summer, hitting all the possible cliches:

Before ending that contract, even, some days in Paris with her real interest, (again) checking all the tourist/romantic tropes you can imagine, from dining at the Au pied de cochon restaurant to having a quick macaron bite in the Luxembourg Gardens...

... then off to Paros, a posh island Greek destination, very much in vogue with the creative crowd, followed by (we are talking mandatory island hopping, here) Mykonos (unapologetically posh and very expensive, LGBTQ+ friendly destination - also beloved by the glam and glitz crowd)

Oh, hello Soho Roc House, part of the Soho Houses network - rings a bell? What a small world, really.

... a couple of days in Rome, followed by some quality family time (Mom and Pop, at a minimum) in Puglia, then Croatia (again, the glam crowd of Hvar island), back to Paris for a girls' trip (Montmartre, the Eiffel Tower and a couple other spots in the Marais and around the Rue de Rivoli - cliche forever):

... then back in Rome for cacio e pepe pasta, Piazza Navona and the Pantheon oculus (artsy girl, told you), followed by Positano and Capri (with Mom and Dad, again). Nothing to write home about, but still trying to sell herself as an up and coming influencer of sorts, perhaps.

Nowhere near S for the entire 2023 Sassenach Summer Tour. How is this equating with dating, that is really beyond me. Seriously. For instance, just before the second sighting, in NYC (June 10, 2023), she was having fun in the Algarve region and Lisbon (of course, Portugal). Probably posted those pics upon her return to NYC:

Dating? More like convenient pretext. He knew people would hang around that hotel (fans, autograph hunters, etc), especially during OL promo peak time. And he knew someone will take that pic, which was then conveniently placed in *urv's lap, for lengthy talks and more innuendo. Just as the first sighting was conveniently placed in Marple's inbox, to see if topic garners interest and sticks around/can be reused for further shits and giggles. Innuendo and nothing more would be my best bet: neither *urv, nor Marple had ANY positive idea about who she was, back at the time.

And now, the third drop was again placed in Marple's inbox, because attention had to be redirected to this particular gossip topic, in rather dire circumstances following Lauren 1.0.

And for your information, she does not follow S and he does not follow her. But he follows her newly opened joint: hangovers are a bitch, I know.

Why? I think it is clear enough why.

Who dunnit? I will let you draw your own conclusions, really. Again, it is rather plain to see. My belief is that this is not TPTB. And for once, I do not think he met her via Raya. Nope.

I took one for the team and listened to that podcast (if you are very foolish or brave or foolishly brave, you can do the same here: https://youtu.be/vBmcnhe2kwg?si=rRu5YCLHS3eZhuFs ). I mean, what is WRONG with those women? That is legit 14 year old bullshit talk about relationships (or the immature impossibility to have a satisfying one). They essentially explain in that podcast they have trouble decoding 'the man' in some relationships and the way they play out. I was laughing so violently my abs (or lack of them) hurt. At some point, I even thought it was some sort of sophisticated second degree, but NO (#cringe).

Also, I think I should be burning my pineapple pajama summer pants. Seriously. If you listen to the whole bullshit, you'll see there is no damn way to substantiate anything based on that. Zero connection.

#fandom #shitshow #Lauren 2.0

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harrywavycurly · 2 years ago

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Food Network

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Ghost!Reader

Find all things Eddie x ghost!reader here✨

A/N: Don’t worry it’s not sad and also don’t ask where this came from, I just like the idea of you bothering Eddie as a ghost✨

“What are you doing?” Eddie jumps at the sound of your voice making him hit his head on the top of the fridge. “Why are you home?” You ask as you take a seat on top of the counter in the small kitchen of Eddie’s trailer.

“Please stop fucking doing that.” His voice is full of annoyance as he grabs a beer from the fridge before closing it. “Also I’m home because I live here? Where else would you like me to be?” You roll your eyes as you watch him open his beer and take a sip.

“It’s a Saturday night you should be going out with your friends.” Eddie just walks away from you and into the living room. You quickly jump off the counter and follow him as he gets comfortable in his recliner. “You’re such an old man.” You tease as you cross your arms and lean against the back of the chair.

“Says the ghost that’s been around for how long?” You reach down and flick him in the back of the head causing him to look up at you with an annoyed glare in his eyes.

“I’ve only been a ghost for a few years you asshole.” You explain as you reach down and grab the remote from his hand while he’s too busy staring at you to notice. “So my statement still stands…you’re like an old man.” Eddie let’s out a huff as he turns his attention to the tv and sees you’ve put it on the food network.

“I’m not watching this fucking woman make pies and cakes all night again.” He argues making you laugh as you turn the volume up. “Is this your idea of torture? Are you here to just make me miserable?” You raise an eyebrow as you stand up straight so you can grab the back of his chair and spin him around so he’s face to face with you. “Jesus fuckin-”

“Do I make you miserable?” Eddie feel his heart drop at the sound of your voice, it’s a mixture of sadness and concern.

“What? No you don’t make me miserable.” He tries his best to reassure you as you stare into his eyes. “I uh love the food network it just…makes me hungry that’s all.” It’s not a complete lie but he figures it’s worth it because you just smile at him and hand him the remote.

“I used to bake.” You smile as a blurry memory comes to your mind of the weekends you used to spend in your kitchen baking things for your friends and family. “I think I was good at it.” Eddie just nods because even though you’ve only been haunting his trailer for a few months he doesn’t doubt your talents in the kitchen because half the time you tell him what the chef on the tv is making before they can even announce it.

“I’m sure you were.” Eddie smiles as you slowly spin his chair back around so he can see the tv, you walk around him and take a seat on the floor in front of his feet. “I have a couch you know.” He jokes before he takes another sip of his beer.

“The floor is ten times comfier than your sack full of rocks you call a couch.” You answer as you lean back so your back is resting against Eddie’s shins. “Oh she’s making a baked Alaska.” Eddie just smiles as he sips on his beer, maybe a Saturday night watching the food network isn’t so bad after all.

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isa-ah · 1 year ago

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gamers help me world build. the general genres are horror, speculative biology & shouldn't have gone there.

the generalized idea is a fantasy world that's not rlly all that different from ours, but magic and different creatures are an accepted and mundane part of life. the cast is a pentuplet of 3 researches / 1 adventurer / 1 body guard that are tasked with exploring a newly opened passage in the belly of a cave that seems to have tapped into a wholly new network with some very pronounced... oddities.

this network has been sealed off for milennia and has fostered an ecosystem entirely unique to itself. I'm rlly going for deep sea evolution vibes; half the critters are blind and go by hearing, vibrations or scent, the rest use some manner of bioluminescence to communicate in the dark. some fat lazy reptiles that stick to the walls and barely move or react, some semi aquatic, at least one carnivore w plenty of detritivores...

the plants have evolved over time their own brand of bioluminescence to attract the lower rungs of the food chain to themselves and so when they first arrive it's like breathtakingly beautiful and alien. just really bizarre and pretty and they're setting up camp right at the mouth of this juncture so they can make trips in without setting up entirely within the network.

the horror elements coming in with a specific type of fungus that strikes up like a cyan match underfoot and lets out clouds of glowing spores. they don't think too much of it but over the weeks to come they're going to be changed by it in really grotesque ways, I think. (and perhaps see this happen at a much faster scale to small critters with morbid realization).

glowing veins and bones and rotting, eventual blindness as the fungus grows over the wet surface of your eyes, yeah, but maybe it has almost rabies like effects where they become extremely photosensitive and claustrophilic, finding further, more narrow passages to cram into to better spread the fungus.

I've considered a lot of other horror angles to go with it too, like beginning to hallucinate pretty potently and becoming aggressively distrusting of their companions. maybe the body guard even kills one of the party and they scatter after that. a final girl moment where one of the researches has managed to stay safe but in her final escape attempt she hits a patch and realizes if she goes aboveground she'll only be spreading this beyond the passage, & so with the last vestiges of her autonomy she tries to seal it back in...

the types of plants, fruit, flowers, critters, etc... those are what I really want to dig into tho. the stuff they'd be researching and learning about. I haven't had a whole lot of ideas on what to use yet but anyone who does have thoughts send it to my inbox. 👀

restrictions are primarily nothing too big, and nothing that burrows. I think burrowers would have been discovered significantly sooner? so let's stay contained to preexisting tunnels. definitely got plenty of groundwater, springs trickling down the walls and pooling in flooded passageways etc. otherwise I don't have a lot of ideas yet!

also open to discussing the party. I think the final girl will be a magical researcher who's that clumsy kind of determined. the adventurer being any kind of smaller race (do I even want to use traditional fantasy races? idk!) and the body guard being the largest amongst them and by far the physically strongest.

thematically the horrors of spelunking at all, hypothermia being a constantly offset issue leading to paradoxical undressing as the fungus overrides basic control, stripping the last of your dignity and humanity, how prolonged darkness convinces you you can see (even after, say, fungal nodes have overtaken your eyes), no shortage of auditory hallucinations bc the white noise of trickling water is all you'd ever hear, the body guard becoming a very great threat after killing the adventurer, having become extremely hostile in response to the fungus.. u get the picture.

#what do i even tag this as #cave fungus project #<- lol. lmao even #horror #unsanitary

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1d1195 · 2 years ago

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Protection III

Hi hi, here’s part 3. I am focusing deeply on the word ‘protection’ today. You can read the rest here: Protection

I am going to spoil the plot a bit by way of warning, but I want to be super up front about it. ***A horrible guy is going slip something in her drink about a third of the way through. Nothing awful is going to happen to her—she doesn’t even leave the bar with him (not with Harry around) but I want to make sure everyone is aware before you read. Please only read if you feel safe to do so.*** Men are the worst. Except Harry. Obvi. Otherwise this is going to be a little angsty and a little fluffy/comforting? That's the best way I can describe it.

My aim in these beginning parts is to really establish their little relationship they have going. A lot of that entails what she needs protection from--which happens to mainly be stupid men. I'm really aiming to contrast how lovely Harry is by comparison.

~6.1k words

Harry looked briefly at his hand on her shoulder. He didn’t miss the way she flinched as he touched her. Then flicked his gaze back up at him. “Take your hand off her yourself, or I will take it off for you.”

On this particular Friday, Harry was a mere three seats from her. Still at the end of the bar. Normally, she was at a table or dancing with her friends, so Harry was far out of view and earshot. He paid no attention to her or the many guys that were fighting for her affection. He thought it was funny to see the action up close. There was a secret message hidden in her eyes that one of her girlfriends seemed to know implicitly and she would come to her rescue, getting rid of the men surrounding her.

Harry scrolled through his phone, nursing his glass of soda water pretending it was gin and tonic with a lime. All the while, straining to listen to the dull roar of the crowd to hear the names of the people that dropped into her lap so he could run them through a background check.

She had to give credit where credit was due. Harry never looked miserable when he was out and about with her. He never told her no either—at least regarding where they could go. There was never a moment of the place was too sketchy. He let her figure that out, which in a weird way was comforting. If it was sketchy, with a previous agent, she was pretty sure she would stand her ground and stay there. Even if she felt weird. Now, she would simply look at Harry and he would hold the door open for her as they left.

“Hey,” this guy had pristinely coiffed hair. Like it was sprayed into place. She noted that his green pants had little blue whales embroidered on them—the same blue that matched his polo. It was like he just set foot off a yacht.

She had met his type several times over the years. He was definitely not the guy she wanted to be around. She missed his name as she thought about the last time she was forced to be with her dad on a boat. It was some networking thing—back when he was a senator, looking for support and aiming for a higher position. The escapade entailed him rubbing shoulders with his fellow governmental famous friends while she was stuck with their sons and daughters.

She hated their elitist conversations about how much money they had and why the wait at restaurants was getting out of hand when no one wanted to work—when she was certain the lot of them had never set foot outside of Mommy and Daddy’s bank to make their own money.

Fortunately, the guy in the weird pants put his hand on her arm, causing her to tune back in. She hoped she didn’t look ridiculous zoning out. Obviously, she hadn’t, if he continued talking to her. Her friend didn’t come over to interject either so maybe he was fine. She smiled politely at him, focusing on the one-sided conversation he seemed to be having. Maybe that was why he hadn’t noticed she wasn’t paying attention. He was merely listening to his own voice.

She thought about her flashcards sitting on her coffee table at home. That was better than listening to this guy. She pictured the words, the definitions, the pictures she had painstakingly drawn on each one over the last couple weeks. She had her third exam of one of her major classes in two weeks. She wasn’t struggling—especially if you looked at her grades, but it was because of the effort she put into her work to make sure it was top notch.

Where was her friend to get this guy away from her?

Oh well, at least she could imagine the different ring-structures while she zoned out.

Why did she even bother coming out tonight? She and Harry were in the middle of their latest rom-com when her friend invited her out. After the whole concert fiasco, while she was staying in for a week to ease Harry’s worries (and because he got yelled at—despite the fact everyone told him she would leave) she studied a lot. Meanwhile, Harry had created a list of every stupid rom-com movie he could find on Netflix and during her study breaks, they were slowly working their way through it. Being the scientist she was, she created a spreadsheet to rate each movie and list any additional comments. There were subcategories for their rating system, predictability, likability, casting, soundtrack, trashiness, etc.

“What are we going to do with this information?” Harry asked, looking at her laptop with her as she screen-shared it to her TV post-viewing Your Place or Mine.

“Ashton Kutcher gets a 10/10—"she muttered.

“You always give him a 10/10,” Harry reminded her.

“—and I don’t know. Nothing. It’s fun!”

It was the simplest fun she’d had in years.

Where was her friend?

She took a long chug of her drink, finishing it off and shaking the glass at the bartender while she mouthed “thank you.” She continued listening to the mind-numbing conversation this man was having with himself. It shocked Harry she could be so grumpy toward DSS but someone that was clearly boring the lights out of her was not subject to the lovely attitude he had been so lucky to see so many times over the last two and a half months.

Harry received an email alert that the check was completed. She may have missed his name, but Harry didn’t. He glanced through the details, finding public indecency from getting too drunk and showing off in public in front of a group of people he shouldn’t have. What should have been a short stint in jail, there was instead a fine was paid by someone with the same last name as him and no more record of the event. That was enough for Harry to get her out of there but theoretically if it was swept under the rug, then it wasn’t all that bad...marginally. So, he could leave him be. For now.

He also attended one of the private universities in the city. A red flag on her end for sure, but she had to have known that; he had been talking to her for over fifteen minutes and he seemed like the type to brag about where he went to school. So why was she listening to him? Harry swore if he had to listen to him fail to give her an orgasm tonight while he stood outside her apartment, he was going to lose his mind.

She sipped her new drink. Her fourth or fifth. Harry felt a little nervous given she hadn’t had any water and it had been hours since she had eaten. He wasn’t worried about her getting intoxicated—Harry remembered drinking significantly in college, but he didn’t want her to have a hangover or feel sick. He hated that and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Well, except maybe this guy. He had to remember to ask what she was thinking about while he spoke because there was no way she was paying this close attention to the nonsense spewing out of him about NFTs and Cryptocurrency.

He leaned toward her ear and whispered something. It made her cheeks turn red. But when she smirked it didn’t reach her eyes. Of course, this idiot didn’t notice. But Harry certainly did. She shook her head at whatever it was. But he didn’t accept that. He leaned closer toward her. Sliding in between her seat and the occupied one behind her. He draped his arm awkwardly around her and Harry couldn’t take it.

Her friend must have left or simply wasn’t paying attention.

Harry tapped her shoulder. “Love,” he said gently as she turned to him. “Let’s go please,” his voice was even, pleasant. He wasn’t trying to make a scene. But she was on drink number five at this point. Alcohol tended to make her a bit feisty—or feistier as Harry would say. She narrowed her eyes at him with a smirk.

“No, thank you,” she said just as politely and turned her attention back to the guy beside her. Even though she didn’t want to. It was so stubborn of her. Stupid of her. In hindsight, if she just listened to Harry, she probably would have had a much more pleasant weekend.

Harry grabbed the barstool she was sitting on and spun her back toward him. His thigh touched her knee. He gripped the back of her seat, closing her off from the guy she was speaking to. He leaned closer to her she could smell his minty breath. “Now,” his voice was low. But she could practically feel the vibration run through her like a current. Harry was intimidating (and without a doubt hot, it was impossible not to notice, especially when he was so close, smelled so good, and she had a lot of alcohol swimming through her bloodstream). It felt like maybe this was a terrible idea having someone close in age after all. Someone that, in theory, she could date if he were anyone else. If he weren’t someone charged with protecting her well-being every moment of the day.

“You always want to ruin my fun,” she grumbled sipping her drink.

He shook his head. “I don’t, love. I really don’t. But I want y’safe. Let’s go.”

“Look buddy,” the moron said to Harry. He put a hand on her shoulder. “We’re having a grand time right now. She doesn’t need your help.”

“Harry,” she hissed. Her eyes looked a bit glassy, and Harry thought she was probably feeling all four drinks she had tasted spin through her mind. The bar was hot, and confrontation was never off the table with her and probably fought well with the liquid running through her.

“Love,” Harry repeated.

“Don’t call her that,” the guy snorted. “It’s pretty pathetic you’re pining after her. There’s plenty of girls here that you could talk to. Why do you even want her?”

Harry looked at her directly in the eye, even though hers were struggling to see straight, her head bobbing ever so slightly. “I asked nicely, first. Please try t’remember that in the morning,” he told her evenly. In one movement, he grabbed the guy’s wrist off her shoulder so quickly and twisted it behind his back. Before there was any time to react from any party, Harry shoved him into the bar leaned close to the guy’s ear who let out the least manly squeal Harry had ever heard. “Public indecency charge and daddy covering up the charge doesn’t bode well for your limp dick, buddy,” he snarled in his ear.

“Harry!” She shouted angrily. Harry shoved him into the bar once more, causing him to grunt. In the next moment he grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the door. She pulled against him shouting and smacking his arm, but he didn’t release her. He was only mildly irritated by her weak punches. She was pissed he was strong. It wasn’t fair. The bouncers at the door were privy to the situation. They understood all too well who she was and who Harry was. They avoided eye contact with the girl vibrating with anger.

Harry lost his grip on her for all of two seconds. He caught her around the waist before she could even run three little steps. Without much effort, he swept her wiggling form into his arms. Tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing but a small bag of potatoes. Then he simply turned to walk the few blocks back to his SUV.

She did not like it. “PUT. ME. DOWN.”

“Y’know, I did m'training with another political family. They had a young daughter. After a long day, I had t’do the very same thing t’her. If you’re going t’act like a child. I’ll treat you like one. M’doing this for your safety.”

“You’re EMBARRASSING me!” She shrieked.

“Then jus’ listen next time. M’not waiting around for some financial know-it-all t’indecently expose himself around you or worse. I’m done with your reign of paperwork terror. Not for a bratty girl that jus’ wants attention,” it was a low blow. He knew it as he said it. Especially after her last threat when he called her a brat.

She hit him hard against his back. Clawed at his shirt. It was no use because his muscles were dense and had no give for her weak punches. She wondered if he could even feel them. “I am not a brat!” she hissed at him.

“You couldn’t fool me.”

She gave him a few more lackluster punches. Yelled so many swears she would embarrass a sailor. But after two blocks, her yells turned into grumbles. She muttered a few more choice words with Harry’s name attached as he carried her further down the sidewalk.

After a full three minutes of silence, she sighed. The rush of blood to her head was definitely calming her quicker than if she were upright. She felt woozy between being upside down for so long and the flush of alcohol in her bloodstream. “I won’t run,” she mumbled after a moment. “Please put me down, Harry,” she said politely. “I promise.”

Given that any time she uttered the word or swore to keep a promise, she did (with the exception of losing her phone), he almost immediately righted her. He held her steady by the hip for a moment until the blood went back to where it belonged in her body.

They walked in more silence, another block. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

"S’okay. It was rude of me. I didn't like what I saw on the background. Nor what he had t’say,” he shrugged. He was grateful she didn’t take off again. Harry didn’t want to fight with her.

She smirked. Her eyes fluttered a moment too long. If Harry hadn't been practically studying her every movement over the last few months he might not have noticed the extra twitch in her eye as she did. He looked at her curiously, only one extra second longer, before he decided to shrug it off as the alcohol. “Least I waited t’carry you till we were outside, yeah?” He asked. Harry was nothing but partial to constructive feedback at least. Especially in a moment like this. When it was quiet, just the pair of them. Like their coffee runs or while they were watching movies. When she wasn’t on display in front of her friends, and she wasn’t thinking about Harry like he was her enemy.

She nodded. Her head felt really heavy, suddenly. The last drink must have caught up to her more than all the others. Which sucked mainly because it didn't even taste good. It was like the bartender added extra salt to it or something.

“Yeah,” she mumbled and stumbled a bit. She managed to press her hand against the building they were walking nearby as she stopped to try and catch her breath. Her brain felt so fuzzy. She tried to shake her head of the fogginess, but it only made her dizzier. Harry grabbed her other arm and held her upright only briefly before she nearly collapsed.

“Whoa, love?” Harry asked quickly wrapping an arm around her waist to stabilize her.

"Something’s wrong...my drink was salty," she mumbled almost intelligibly.

Her brain automatically put it together, but her tongue felt too swollen in her mouth to explain it to Harry. She pictured drawing it. Benzene rings. 1-methyl, 7-nitro. She could have drawn them herself if she wasn’t so tired. They nearly danced in her vision, as if they were appearing out of thin air as they attached to the cells in her bloodstream.

Harry swore under his breath as the realization hit him shortly after her. He swept her back into his arms, this time cradling her against his chest. His heart raced with anger and worry. “Love? Y'with me?" He asked uselessly. She nodded anyway and gave a small sound that he imagined was supposed to be a word but didn't make it all the way through her lips. "Fucking hell," he hissed and hurried the final block to his SUV.

Harry drove as fast as he possibly could while keeping an eye on her slumping figure in his passenger seat. He barely had the car in shifted in park (in a no parking zone at that) when he rushed to her side. “Gonna get y’some help, love. M’so sorry,” he mumbled to her. Harry felt terrible. Horrible. He should have been faster at getting her out of there. He should have...

Well, he didn’t really have time for should haves right now.

He cradled her once more. While his heart was fraught with worry his brain was trying to sort through everything that went wrong so, very quickly...he couldn’t stop the thought of how natural it felt to hold her like this. He wished with everything in him, it was for something else. Maybe she simply drank too much. Or she fell asleep on the floor amidst her study session. Anything. Anything but this.

Harry sprinted into the emergency room shouting orders explaining who he was holding in his arms. As soon as they realized the gravity of the situation, he explained who he was as he laid her on a gurney. Now that she was going to get treatment and out of his arms, the worry in his heart escalated. So much so it must have been plain on his face. The nurses were putting IVs in her, a doctor flashed a light in her eyes and all the while she limply laid there. Like she was merely asleep on her couch in her flowery apartment.

“Did he—?”

Harry felt his stomach knot at the half-question. His heart filled with venom. He couldn’t hear the words. He didn’t want anyone to hear it. He couldn’t fathom someone—no, something awful and terrible hurting her like that. “No,” he snapped. He was mad that he didn’t see the drink. It had to be when she was yelling at him. and her fitful, spiteful drink of the same glass when he stopped paying attention to her for half a second. He must have thought she would have shaken Harry off. Leave her alone with the likes of him.

Harry thought it would have been a hell of a lot worse if she hadn’t sat at the bar this evening. Or if he didn’t hear his name when he introduced himself. If he didn’t get the background check back as quickly as he did and knew that an indecent exposure was enough to make Harry weary.

Harry was pacing the hall outside the room where she was being tested. He was thinking of ways to murder him in the time it would take for her to be ready tomorrow morning. Or arrested. He could call a tip to his friend at the local police station. He called the bartender to let him know. To keep an eye on anyone else at that bar and to get that horrible monster out.

Oh, he was so fucking mad. “Goddammit!” He shouted knocking over an IV stand with nothing on it. Some of the staff stared at him momentarily and the clatter he created. Harry ignored their stairs, running his hands through his hair and pressing his forehead to the wall as he knotted his fingers behind his head. The onlookers continued about their business.

The paperwork was going to be brutal. He was certain he would be fired. Worse, he felt he deserved it. It was the least that should happen to him because he basically broke the one rule he was expected to follow: he let something happen to her. Something that he should have seen and prevented before it hurt her.

There was a gentle tap on his arm. He turned his head from the wall. “You can see her now,” the nurse said softly.

Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew only family or emergency contacts were allowed to see her, neither of which he was. He probably should call her father. How was he supposed to have that conversation? Regardless, he knew she wouldn’t want to see him. Not after that. No matter how forgiving she seemed once he let her walk on her own.

“M’sure I’m the last person she wants t’see,” he admitted. “And m’not family.”

The nurse shrugged and looked at the tablet in her hand again and then looked back up at him. “Harry, right? It says you’re her emergency contact.” She held out the tablet to show him that it was Harry’s name and number under the emergency contact information bubbles. The word ‘friend’ was written as the descriptor for relationship.

He sighed, feeling a larger obligation to her. Although he wasn’t sure it was right for him, after she got hurt on his watch. “Is she alright?” He asked rubbing the back of his head.

“Yes, thanks to you. You saved her. These kinds of things don’t usually have such a bright ending,” she nodded with a smile. She reminded him of a mum. Her kind, gentle encouraging words. She opened the door to the room and gestured for him to enter.

Harry slipped quietly in the door. She looked as if she was sleeping, like when she fell asleep on her couch in the middle of one of their movies without Harry noticing and he had to pretend he hadn’t already seen half the movie without her. There was a tube of oxygen flowing into her nose, her head was slumped to the side. An IV still in her arm. God, Harry hated it; hated that this happened to her and he couldn't stop it in time.

“We’re going to keep her overnight just to make sure it all clears her system. But she’ll be fine. And it’s really a much better scenario than what typically happens.”

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Rubbing his hand over his face he nodded. “Thank you.”

“Can I get you a drink?” She asked.

“Please. Thank you, ma’am,” he said politely. She hurried to do that and then left them alone.

Harry once more watched her sleepy figure. He was so used to this, as he had told Niall. Most of his job was watching her sleep. The number of times he stood vigilant while she slept amidst her textbooks and a coffee cup nearly spilling out of her hand. She looked so peaceful. When she wasn’t arguing or yelling at him. But right now was different, and he hated watching her sleep. He wanted her to be awake, yelling at him or furiously telling him that Rachael Leigh Cook and Natalie Portman were not the same people.

She’s safe, she’s okay, and she’ll be alright. He repeated it to himself like a mantra as he watched her dream-struck face. He hoped she was having a good dream. Hoped that the night wasn’t on her mind and that she felt safe again.

He scooted himself forward in the chair so that he was closer to the bed. He didn’t like the angle her head was tilted. Carefully, he pressed his hand to the side of her neck and gently moved her, so she was more evenly centered against the pillow. On top of everything else, he didn’t want her to strain her neck. She sighed softly; almost as if she melted into his touch. Harry felt the first bout of relief since they left the bar. He breathed out his own sigh. He propped his head in his other hand, gazing at her, his elbow resting on the edge of her bed.

He held her head up in that position the whole night.

She was quiet and groggy as he drove her back home the following morning. Wrapped his arm around her waist carefully and supported her weak frame up the steps to her apartment building. He didn’t let go of her in the elevator or when they were inside her apartment and moreover, she didn't protest. The rage Harry felt was as fierce as it was the night before. The only solace he had was knowing that poor excuse for a man was brought into custody.

Harry was dreading the paperwork he’d have to fill out for this one, but not even because he was annoyed with her. No, not annoyed; instead, he focused all his frustration and worry about caring for her.

She was silent, resting on the couch, her eyes still fluttering as if she needed to sleep more. Harry wouldn't blame her if she fell asleep again. It wasn’t her fault for the fatigue and exhaustion that wracked her body. Harry kind of hoped she would continue to rest for the afternoon. “Was supposed to study,” she mumbled.

“Sorry love; don’t think s’happening this weekend,” he remarked bringing her water and some toast for her stomach. Peanut butter slathered in one thin layer on the slice of bread, just as he had seen her do so many mornings before she headed to class. He sat beside her, holding the plate while she nibbled on her snack and was once more pleased that she didn't protest.

She was too tired to complain or argue or really do anything to torture Harry. Not that she looked for ways to torture him.

But specifically, it was never her intention to get hurt like this, of course. “I'm really sorry, Harry,” she mumbled. “Do you have to do the paperwork for it?” She asked. “I won’t tell anyone,” she promised.

Harry felt a twinge in his chest at her kindness that she was willing to lie on his behalf. That she was apologizing. He smiled sadly, and nodded. “I do, love. But s’okay. And...S’not your fault.”

“I should have listened to you,” she muttered looking down at her toast dejectedly. She messed up so bad. It wasn't supposed to happen like that.

“Love,” he said seriously. “I’ll blame y’till the end of time for you escaping or running away...this though? This is not y’fault,” he promised shaking his head. She frowned and didn’t speak. Her other security members would have blamed her. Because yes, he shouldn’t have spiked her drink. But if she were a pleasant person to watch, obeyed the rules like a lovely little pet, then she wouldn’t have had a sip of her drink to spite Harry and she would have left peacefully. And safely

“Thank you,” she said softly. “Can’t imagine what would happen if...” she trailed off thinking about if she managed to stay. She swallowed thickly, suddenly very frustrated and upset over her own stupidity for letting something like this happen. Letting someone take advantage of her. She should have been more aware. She shouldn’t have let her annoyance cloud her judgment.

“Love, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he promised. “M’sorry this did. Feel like I let y’down.”

She swallowed a piece of her toast realizing that Harry knew to put peanut butter on it, and she felt a bit overcome with emotion. It was sweet that he knew her. Her other agents would never do this for her. They’d make sure she was okay and stay far away from her. “I understand if you want to be reassigned,” she whispered.

He frowned, suddenly taken aback. He put the plate of toast on the coffee table. He rubbed his palms along his thighs. “Y’don’t want me t’be here?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No, I do...” she sighed. “But...this is bad, even I know that,” she admitted. “M’sorry. Really truly sorry I didn't listen. I know...I know how seriously you take your job and it wasn't fair to you to have to suffer through that either.”

“S’jus’ paperwork,” he shrugged. She looked up at his face, his green eyes were soft. There was no other way to describe it. He watched her eat and rest. Of course, she knew how much Harry hated paperwork. He moaned and groaned about it from her dining table almost weekly. She wasn’t part of the meetings, but she knew that he would get yelled at for this one. Even if it wasn’t his fault. But...he wanted to stay anyway. "The important thing is you're safe, love."

“You want to stay?” She asked in surprise.

He shrugged then nodded again. “S’long as you want me here.”

She thought Harry was a glutton for punishment, but she liked how nice he was to her. Maybe she would take it easy for a little bit. This really was a lot more than he probably anticipated.

“So...m’your emergency contact?” He asked with a smug little smirk. It made her rethink her kindness only briefly due to the way he looked so pleased with the notion.

For years it had been her father. She had been waiting for someone to come along and take his spot. She could have lied. Said it was always her main agent. It would have been easy to lie but part of her thought Harry would see right through her. “Who am I supposed to put?” She grumbled. “My dad? Fat chance of that.”

He smirked. “Glad I was there,” he nodded. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“I think I would have...gone a bit mad if I didn’t...get t’see you,” he explained.

Her lips turned up in a tired smile. Poor thing still weak and groggy. “Sorry you had to carry me, I know I’m not light.”

“S’not even on the top hundred things I was worried ‘bout, love. Y’shouldn’t worry ‘bout that either.”

She felt her face warm a bit and she nodded. “Do...you have to start the paperwork right away? Or can we finish our movie?”

He glanced at his watch and nodded. “I can spare the time t'finish the movie.”

Harry got the reaming of a lifetime. She wasn’t privy to it, nor heard any detail of it. But she could tell from the way Harry hardly spoke to her. He even tried really hard not to yell at her while she did stupid things like leave a candle burning while she napped. Or reached into the sink to get the spoon that fell in the garbage disposal. Or when she didn’t look at the active ingredients of her cleaning supplies while washing her shower down and got lightheaded.

He didn’t seem all that fazed though, and it kinda ruined her typical annoying fun with him even if she was taking it easier on him. Still, she wasn’t so heartless to recognize this was a job for Harry. She recognized how bad it was that something like this happened. Especially for Harry. But even so, because it was the first time that she ever found herself without control over herself. Her life was literally in Harry’s hands, and even if she didn’t know until after, she trusted that she would be okay anyway simply because Harry was there. Even if he was part of her detested security detail.

She was standing in the middle of her sitting room with the book from her shelf. She placed her mug of tea on the coffee table and pretended to read the back of her book with feigned interest. Glancing at Harry, staring at his computer, she wondered what was said or what he was told he had to do. He wasn’t even typing or moving the mouse, so she knew he was simply ignoring her. They hadn’t watched a movie in a week. “How much paperwork do you have to do if I die or something?”

His gaze flicked to her and then turned back to his screen--still no typing. “S’not funny, love,” he rolled his eyes. She liked the eye roll. That was the most interaction she had with him in a week. The most reaction she got out of him in a week.

“I’m genuinely asking.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “A lot, probably.”

She nodded. “Why?”

“You’re not supposed to die. Not while m’here. If you die, then I didn’t do m’job t’protect you. S’protocol.”

God, she hated that word. “That’s hardly fair.” She frowned. Harry noted her distaste seemed serious. “You have a mom and a sister who would be devastated if something happened to you—especially on behalf of me.”

He blinked at her curiously. He hadn’t ever mentioned his family around her. He was surprised she even knew he had a sister. She rolled her eyes at him as he tried to flesh through all their conversations to see when he slipped up. “You’re not the only one that can do a background check. You should really put a middle name on your social media instead of your last name. Makes it a little harder to find you. Don’t know very many Harry Styles around these parts.”

He smirked. She was pretty cute when she was a know-it-all.

“Finally. I thought my material was worsening,” she flung herself back on the couch. “I don’t know what they said to you, but can you just come over here so we can watch a movie? I feel like they forgot you were the one that got me out of that mess. I don’t think it’s fair they yelled at you because I was being a brat. Suddenly now they think I would listen? That’s on them more than anything,” she said assuredly.

Harry seemed to be having some kind of internal battle over by his computer. She began reading the first couple pages of her book while Harry tried to work through whatever it was that was bothering him before his resolve seemed to crumble, and he took his place on the other sofa. She closed her book.

“What are they like?”

“Who?” He asked. He bounced his knee with what appeared to be a bout of nervous energy. She wished she could reach out and still it. She didn’t want him to be nervous. Despite everything and all the reasons she didn’t like DSS, she really liked Harry. He shoved his hands into his front pockets.

“Anne and Gemma,” she smiled impishly. Harry chuckled because it was funny, she really did do her own little background check. He would have to view his social media profiles from his work laptop and see what he could find out about himself. See what she saw.

“They’re lovely women,” he said with a shrug. “My best friends, probably. Not much t’say.”

“Of course, they’re lovely,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re lovely. But what do they do? What are they like?”

“I’m lovely?” His knee stopped shaking. His eyes were so very green as he looked at her awaiting her response.

She glanced at him nervously--not because she was nervous around him...but because he was Harry. If Harry ever left she would have to have a serious chat with whoever decided the person in charge of her protection should be close in age to her. It was not good for her psyche. Or if he was going to be close in age, he couldn't be as hot as Harry. It was very unfair. “Well. Yeah. Not…many people put up with a spoiled brat like me. Even when they’re forced to.”

“Spoiled is not how I would describe you,” he shook his head. She didn’t respond and continued staring at him so she wouldn’t turn into mush at the barely there compliment he gave her. “Gemma is very sweet and funny. Intelligent. You would probably be best friends with her. If it wasn’t for escaping—Gemma is a good-two-shoes. She’s a writer—really into mental health. Mum would like all the flowers y’have. She works for a non-profit for domestic violence. She would probably want t’braid y’hair the way she braids Gemma’s. Gemma can’t cook—or she shouldn’t. Mum let me do most of the cooking. They crochet together a lot now these days. Every Wednesday night they get together t’have tea on the porch and crochet. They’re always sending new designs in our group chat.”

Her heart felt so warm as she listened to the adoration falling from Harry’s lips for the women in his life. She wished she had a sibling.

Or a mom.

...Or a Harry.

That sounded adorable.

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