#anyway tho food tasks. should do some...

[istherewifiinhell]

Carpet cleaning! Fucking done. Room cleaning. Almost very nearly done. Think I'm gonna go at the walls and baseboards. And then it's time to. Fucking Reconstruct a Room.

[redxriiot]

bodyguard au make brain go brr

[toastsnaffler]

I mostly just scroll thru blog subs when im on mobile bc I follow too many ppl on here so I add mutuals etc there n then turn off notifs so it's like the creme de la creme of the dash anyway if u see me in ur notes more its bc I forgor to add some of u on there until recently sorry 😭😭

[fryingpan1234567]

listen I knowwww Roach should be British. he was on a British task force. he’s got the flag on his uniforms. but when @fixfoxnox said southerner Roach I just couldn’t not love him okay leave me alone

anyways. southerner Roach shenanigans

(I guess you could call this a Something in the Orange fanfic since he’s besties with Jackson in this scenario as well as dating Ghost and Soap……… but it’s general enough it’s probably fine ANYWAYS)

Roach’s accent, while it normally only lightly flavors a few of his words, gets considerably thicker when he’s visiting home

I mean like he does the thing southerners do where they somehow mash entire sentences into one word and the others are just like “……….what” but Jackson is nodding like he understood

Like. They’re all at dinner together somewhere. Somebody brings up the rodeo at the state fair. The Europeans have no idea what they’re talking about. Roach just goes “y’ain’tneverheardadat??” and Soap nearly has a stroke trying to figure out what he meant but Jackson continues to eat soundly like he didn’t hear anything wrong

COWBOY👏 HAT👏 RULE👏

HELP

No no no they go to some random dive bar for one of their birthdays. It doesn’t matter whose. Jackson and Roach both have cowboy hats because OBVIOUSLY and like. They exchange this look that the others can’t figure out whenever one of their boyfriends steals their hat via flirting

(They tell them later and then can’t stop laughing while Soap and Ghost and Gaz are just sitting there like uh oh)

After that the hat stealing is very much purposeful

Square dancing to fucking Timber by Kesha and Pitbull in said dive bar because that’s just required idk what to tell you

Soap and Ghost seeing Roach ride a horse for the first time and visibly bluescreen

Roach recognizing people from high school in his hometown even tho he hasn’t seen them in like 20 years

He likes Taylor Swift but only her old country-adjacent stuff

Ghost and Soap couldn’t figure out his aversion to any kind of substitute milk until he took them home and they found out it’s because he grew up drinking milk that literally came from the cows he has in his backyard. They own two cows. And a few chickens. Very resourceful

Jackson and Roach dragging the 141 to Roach’s family’s Super Bowl party one year because in the southern states it’s a huge fucking deal

The Europeans being like “………this is quite possibly one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen in my life” but their boys are having fun so it’s okay

God help the rest of them. Jackson and Roach are rooting for opposite teams.

There’s screaming, there’s wrestling on the living room floor, there’s spilling food and beer everywhere. The amount of rubbing it in after a touchdown lands is fucking crazy, and they’ve shouted about stabbing each other every single time

Eventually, maybe with a bit of googling, the others get into it. Soap hasn’t stopped shoving Mrs. Roach’s buffalo chicken dip in his face since he’d discovered it when they’d arrived, and Ghost was letting the kids use his tattoo like a coloring page while he chatted with Roach’s dad and brothers. Gaz kept getting elbowed in the ribs whenever Roach and Jackson tousled on the couch, and a couple times he was asked to hold Jackson’s beer so “I can kick some sense into this dipshit,” usually followed by Roach’s maniacal cackling. Price was banging around in the kitchen with Mrs. Roach. Nobody knew how he’d gotten dragged into that, but he seemed to be enjoying himself

On the topic of bringing the boys home to the fam oh my GODS thanksgiving

Ghost is not a dessert person. He’s never been a dessert person. But he had four slices of Mr. Roach’s apple pie, so,,,,,,,,, apparently he is actually a dessert person

Obvi Roach is good with all guns, but he was hunting with his dad and brothers by the time he was like six. He knows how to work a shotgun like he breathes

(Ahem being southern is why he’s so fucking stubborn btw if anyone was wondering)

Roach and Jackson both are religious Dolly Parton listeners

“DID U GUYS KNOW SHE WROTE JOLENE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ON THE SAME DAY—“

Ghost and Soap wake up one night because there’s a weird noise outside. They poke Roach awake like “???? what was that??” and he was just like “oh yeah the woods make noises sometimes. don’t worry about it. if something actually wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t hear it coming” and promptly passed back out

“Yea I’ve seen a skinwalker before” “FYM YOU’VE S E E N O N E ? “ “It was in my backyard?? Relax it just wanted the coyote that always tries to kill our chickens. I didn’t really mind”

Gaz suggests investigating a weird figure he saw in the woods. Roach laughs out loud and Jackson smacks him in the back of the head like “that’s how you fucking die you idiot”

“Y’all’re lucky we’re here to stop you from doing somethin’ stupid. Fuckin’ city slickers” “What did you just call me”

The deafening sounds of crickets and locusts puts Roach to sleep almost instantly every night. Ghost barely sleeps every time they visit.

”IT IS SO FUCKING LOUD IF ONE MORE BLOODY CRICKET—“ “Simon not everyone needs literal dead silence to sleep—“

No matter how many pillows he stacks on top of his head he can’t escape it

Oh. Oh. The Europeans CANNOT do southern heat. They’re passed out on the porch while Jackson and Roach and Roach’s brothers play football in the front yard

Roach makes killer lemonade and iced tea nobody talk to me

He has a rusty blue ancient pickup that he says is his baby. One of the wheels is misshapen and the bed squeaks dangerously every time they hit a pothole, but he won’t get rid of it EVER

Roach introduces Soap and Ghost to catching fireflies in jars with his nieces and nephews. They are. So in love with the concept.

It gets turned into a competition, because of course it does, and it looked like Ghost was going to win— but then the youngest of the participating children silently held up a jar that was too bright to look at and audibly buzzing from the amount of bugs inside of it. They cut their losses and embrace the fact that they’ll never be That Good

Southern👏 sunsets👏 there ain’t nothing like it

Soap has a sketchbook dedicated entirely to doodling Roach doing farm things

Roach had a horse he took care of in high school. Her name was Peaches and he literally cried when he found pictures of her in his room

Ghost LOVES the sweet old border collie Roach’s parents have. That dog has seen many a stampede, and he’s herded just as many. What a man. Ghost does not leave him alone Ever

gods fuck me bro I could literally talk about southern Roach F O R E V E R (idk if you can tell from the long ass post Jesus Christ)

good morning/ night/ 4am lmk if you want more of this

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Hey... Hey what if.... What if even after Jason Todd returns.... Bruce still visits his grave..... On his death day?

Like, Jason will be sitting in the shadows near his grave and fucking seething at it. Then he'll see Bruce walking up with a picnic basket and a blanket. He's been back for all of a year and a half and this is only his second time visiting his own grave, which he can't be blamed for. Bruce knows he's back obvi so what's he doing here?

So Bruce sets down the blanket and starts pulling out foods Jason used to like and setting them up in a specific pattern and then he takes out a food Jason currently has on his favorites list and Jason has no idea how tf he got that info, maybe Alfred told him tho he hasn't seen Alfred a lot since returning in the first place.

So Bruce has this picnic going on but he's not eating, he cleans the headstone instead, being meticulous about it, and making it look almost new, something reverent in his posture as he does this task silently.

Then he sits back and talks.

Jason thinks he's been caught at first, but Bruce just keeps talking to the headstone.

It creeps Jason out, but he listens anyway and doesn't move.

So Bruce starts apologizing. Asking forgiveness for not being a good dad, and updating "Jason" on stuff he's missed.

Then he starts explaining.

Explaining that he knows talking to the headstone does nothing because Jason isn't there and Jason is BACK but Jason doesn't want him and won't listen to him. Explaining how everything with the joker went down while Jason was still "dead" and how he felt so bad for even just thinking about the joker and his proximity to being alive but he just can't DO IT.

He can't avenge his son, because he doesn't wanna look in the mirror and see the face of the man who killed his parents staring back at him. He can't trust himself if that's what he sees.

He explains that he knows the joker needs to be dealt with more permanently, but he doesn't want to see the dead eyes of his parents staring at him as he ensures there's no heart beat, he doesn't want every tool he holds from then on to feel like the gun. He doesn't want any of his children to experience what it's like to murder and he's so so sorry for Jason feeling the need to become a murderer. For the fact that there was a need for it in the first place.

Bruce mourns the man Jason should have become, the sweet, kind, intelligent, helpful, understanding and GOOD man that he could have become. The man he's still halfway to, the man he might still be anyway under all the blood and viscera and carnage and anger and PAIN. Bruce understands Jason is probably still that man, but he's not allowed to see it.

He knows Jason is still good, he just wishes he didn't have to take such drastic steps, and he wishes it wasn't a necessity.

He stops talking after about an hour, after shifting Jason's world, after shaking his thoughts like a magic 8 ball and not even knowing he was doing it.

And then he sits.

And sits.

And stares at the headstone. And then the sky.

And then lays back on the blanket, no thoughts to the food at his feet or any ants that might come for it.

And he stares at the sky some more.

Then rests.

Jason sits there in all his bewilderment. And takes in the man he had wished was his father for SO LONG. And stares at what little of his face he can see from this angle.

Dried tear tracks and red rimmed eyes and rough texture on his cheeks from rubbing the tears away, tousled hair from the wind and ruffling his hand through it during his retelling of his side of things and his apologies. And the circles under his eyes. Dark enough and large enough to look like he had gotten a broken nose.

But Jason knows better.

Jason has been reading the (hacked into) medical reports on the system the batfam keeps them on EVERY DAY.

No broken nose was mentioned, not even a punch, and Alfred is good about finding that stuff.

Bruce hasn't been sleeping.

Last time he saw him this tired, Dick was giving him shit over something or other and started taking risks as Nightwing, making Bruce WORRY over him.

Bruce has so many more children than just Dick or Jason now, he JUST got Cass, so it's not Jason he's worried about, right?

Why did he come to the grave today of all days?

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

[raisinchallah]

you know i do think the dumbest silliest thing about the job search is like ok i have not been putting myself out there for a ton of food service jobs because its a very dark tunnel with no light getting in and all that but like ok so for jobs one must acquire correct experience to be considered and so on but like.... tho most of my skillz are self taught and whatever i have worked a bit in food service but like genuinely i have kitchen skills its one of the only things i am like good at and i have decent knife skills not like professional chef level but u know a lot better than some rando i know food stuff kitchen multi tasking all that and i do have some level of knowledge of the difference between home cook skills vs professional cook skills and yet this means NOTHIGN my resume is IGNORED like idk how exactly id put knife skills whatever i mean even when i bring up my extensive home cooking experience in interviews they are like haha ok anyways its just idk very funny almost like surely i should be the top of the heap of beginners or whatever but it counts for nothing lol whatever i shall simply chop my onions quickly in my house whatever

[applecorething]

it's gonna be so sub zero tomorrow morning. gonna be crazy cold. -9C. that's cold babey

I fed a crow today v close up. he was ringed so i guess he's prob not as scared of humans but still it was nice to hang out very near a crow for a while.

i had a crazy week or so just there. after all the silence of christmas jumped right in to hosting across friday to wednesday, and new job is really full on and demands more of me at the edges of my ability. it will get easier as i learn the ropes but it's intimidating to need to make the plan for this new programme but still be figuring out what's my responsibility, what depth of detail i need to go into for everything, how i can use my skills best. i'm trying my best but it's more mental load than if i was given a clear but challenging task - i'm trying to figure out what the task is while i'm also trying to do it. i've to host a meeting on thursday for a group whose remit was decided before i started, but I have to write the document explaining that remit and no one seems to be able to explain it to me v well.

anyway i'll figure it out. i've been in this industry long enough to know that even well paid people in important positions are often winging it, and it's very allowed to ask a bunch of questions and figure out where you are and what you're supposed to be doing, or what would be most useful for u to do. i'm so sleepy tho

i've a gap in my journal which indicates to me that my brain has been full, and likely there are some gaps in some other parts of my life. food fell off a cliff a little bit, but i'm keeping my head above water with it. today i found myself scrolling loads on my phone which i haven't rly done since start of december when i got off all social media. sleep has been bad which is also an indicator than my brain is full, and that i'm fatigued. weird how being too tired to sleep is a thing for toddlers and also for me. probably should work on sleep hygiene. put my phone on the other side of the room so my alarm rly wakes me and i don't snooze for hours. go to bed early and read even and especially if i feel too tired to read. like girl if ur too tired to read then go to fuckin sleep.

i've not been takin any photos of myself recently, even tho i have been lookin stun. i don't rly know why but i'm noting it. i'm trying to mark my delights each day and share them, maybe i should take a photo of myself when i'm happy as well, to mark it. when i'm watching the sunset or smth. i do love a sunset. sky has been so pink these days. hopefully more in the snowy days to come.

that's all

[laststandx3]

Spoiler for twd daryl dixon ep 3 I'm once again buffled by the amarican wank that is daryl dixon. It's not possible that a whole country speaks english for him but he can't manage ONE mercì. I fuckin hate him. Learn the fucking language. And he speaks too american for people to understand him.

Then everyone acting like that kid is jesus back on earth. For fuck sake. He's just got some antibiotic blood.

You want me to believe that's the same little girl from last episode? It's been 12 fucking years in the story timeline: that child is dust. You can't ignore that much physics

Even for post-apocalypse standards the demimonde is low tier for a nightclub. Great music. But are they supposed to have electricity? There's a girl with pink/purple hair. How do they still have all those stuff 12+ years after the apocalypse. Im not saying everyone should be sad and gloomy and never dress up ever, but it seemed to me that even eating was a hard task. Where do all those party people live? Don't they have to grow their food? Having a nightclub in a post-apocalypse setting isn't wrong per se. but the society around it needs to match up to that level of surplus. we're shown 3 guys and a grill who grow all the food for the community that's hosting dixon. nothing else, except the zombies. now to have at least alchol (admitting that for electricity they have a generator and if you want to eat you eat home bc the demidome isn't a restaurant) there should be people growing fruits or potatoes or anything really bc you can be a wonderful singer but if there's no food not only people won't have time to listen but you'll be to hungry to sing. anyway i feel like i'm digressing so back on the story:

we're 34 minutes in (48 total) of french people bending over backwards to accomodate daryl dixon's need. (like you know french people are just like that. that if you ask any european we do love to help americans, it's like second nature here, we respect them so much we don't want them to go back to their country asap and never come back. I think i understand why all those people are trying to give dixon a boat now. i hope they manage to get rid of him fast.) what was I saying? yes 34 minutes in AdNag shows up in the classiest outfit i've ever seen him in. everyone say thank you to tdw costume dept who saw him in that blue acrylic adidas zipper and said we can aim a little higher with this one. So it's been 12 years and Quinn is still crushing hard on Izzy, simp. and in the same sentence we find out he saved her after a suicide attempt we also discover that (spoiler), 1) he sort of tried to kill sister, and 2) HE FUCKED THE SISTER!! he's little jesus' dad!! smelling god-complex already, but that would be putting to much faith in the writers So for the privilege of getting rid of dixon, izzy would introduce laurent to his dad (who if you forgot, has tried to kill her sister not once but twice, although leaving her to die is a technicality, but i think the point was he REALLY wanted to not have sister around) dixon calls the "deal" off, ruining the lives of french people once more bc the evil militia guys are back, and this time instead of nuns they kill those 5 poor souls who made the mistake of inviting dixon in and not kicking him out right away. And you'd think that since dixon and izzy just had a fight and he's packing to leave alone in the night he'll take this opportunity to leave those people alone and stop endangering them. but no, he tells them to meet him later in a different place. Genuinely tho, does he understand 20+ people (mostly nuns) died bc the evil guys are after him? Is he asking team-jesus to follow him bc he cares or does he wants human shields? I'm really confused bc if i knew bad guys were after me SPECIFICALLY i wouldn't invite people i care about with me.

let's finish on a bright note: compared to the other 2 episode this one was well written. Izzy's actress is good, she's just given a very inconsistent character that is badass until the writers need her to be a sad womanTM. i don't think the writers put effort and depth in the character but surely she's doing what she can since she just got the vibes of the character instead of a backstory. I said bright note: great music. great plot twist (i mean maybe it happens a lot in other genres but I'm not used to secret father subplots). AdNag.

[sysig]

The returns are hella diminishing lads, lol

[kdream-factory]

ATEEZ San: Touchin’ you tonight

San being readers best friends bigger brother.

[Warnings: smuuuut, concept of virginity, reader being female, a bit of alcohol (Sans drink not having alcohol tho), unprotected sex (No No No, not good), best friends brother, absolutely not proofread so this might lack gramatically as well as in content]

It was the first wedding you were ever attending. Well, it was your best friends wedding. She and her now husband, both rather young, finally stood their ground after all their families disapproval because “they were ‘too’ young”. You couldn’t care any less nor could them. It was such a happy day, it was almost impossible for any sadness to slip up. Almost.

You were pretty occupied with different tasks the whole time. Making sure to get a polaroid picture of all the guests and remind them to later glue the pictures into the guest book, making sure not to forget any of the lines of your speech you prepared for the couple, being your best friends maid of honor, making sure that the kids would keep their distance from the pool to not fall in there as the parents were too busy chatting with other parents and ultimately making sure all this didn’t ruin your looks. you were invested in making this wedding as perfect as you could and even tho the wedding planner was there to do most of the stuff you took care of the guests because you wanted to and mainly because you could.

Your were, unbelievably, the only person at that wedding who did not have a partner by their side and all of them reminded you of how “sad it is for you to be all alone when you should have someone by your side you could marry young soon too”, this statement being totally contradictory to what they thought when the wedding couple announced they’d get married. That’s why you were pretty happy with wandering around mingling with everyone to keep you distracted. Honestly speaking thanks to you the day kept rolling smoothly. 

As soon as the wedding ceremony had started the tears were rolling. people were crying and throwing rose petals when the freshly weds walked down the aisle, photos were made and the couple disappeared for a one to two hours photoshoot with their wedding photographer. This was the first time you were able to relax for a bit, not that you realised you had needed it. You sat down in one of the cute looking wicker armchairs in some corner with your first drink of the night, crossed your legs over each other and took a breath. You smoothed out your champagne colored silk dress, adjusting the back of it which was actually not covered by more than some strings that were meant to be the dresses shoulder straps. You were glad you didn’t wear a real bra, would’ve looked ridiculous anyways because you wouldve been able to see it from the open back, instead wearing a silicone bra to glue on with no straps at all. Cashier made you pay 30 dollars but those were worth it, your boobs didn’t sit weirdly in that dress once that day, but instead the dress did not sit right. You were constantly pulling on it for it to sit correctly again... what a bummer.

One minute after sitting down you saw an all too familiar face approaching you taking a seat in the armchair next to you. It was Choi San, your best friends older brother who you had totally forgotten about due to being so busy with your thoughts running everywhere where kids where running... You felt weird about him randomly sitting with you; actually it wasn’t that random but you liked to tell that yourself. San was two years older than you and your best friend, you and her being 21 which made him 23. You have known her since forever, you regularly having sleepovers at her place and literally living there during summer breaks in high school. San was basically there not only undergoing his sisters puberty but yours too. From seeing you sneeking into the kitchen at night to grab your crying best friend and yourself the weirdest combination of food you could find to lighten up her mood or you getting a key and chilling alone at their place when your lessons were canceled but hers weren’t, giving you a full day off school and her a packed day with lectures. He saw you at your worst, literally. What made you really uncomfortable was that you had developed a small crush on San over the past four years not knowing wether it was because you started fantacising about the male gender anyways and you and your best friend talking about doing naughty stuff with boys while constantly running past San in sweats and a tshirt with wet hair and a towel or because you actually liked him, not knowing how you could’ve developed those feelings because you didn’t really “know” him... you did but at the same time you didn’t.

San: “Y/N” *pause* “You look very nice”. He took a small breath, trying to get that last bit of air in his lungths for him to exhale it just as fast.

Y/N: “Thanks. You look very handsome too”. You were fumbling with your glass. His presence made you nervous. It gave you a reason to go throw your hair and any folds in your dress more than you already did. “Uh, where is your plus one for tonight?”

San: “Hm... don’t have anyone. What about you? You didn’t bring your boyfriend?”. He leaned forward while asking that question, moving his hands over his thighs stroking the fabric. He seemed like he didn’t wanna be sitting right here which made you a little anxious. Did he feel uncomfortable about having to talk to you? If so why did he come into your direction...

Y/N: “I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, never had one. But I’m okay with it. I’m more surprised about you not bringing someone with you. I thought I was literally the only one with no partner at this wedding.”

San nodded curiosly when you told him you had nobody at the moment. Somehow his body language was so odd today you had trouble reading it. He seemed like he was just being friendly and pretend to be interested; not that you mind, why would San care anyways.

San: “Nope, haven’t had anyone in a while too. Wait that sounded a little wrong-”

Y/N: “Uhm no actually it sounded normal until you made it sound ambiguous”

San: “Oh I- uh...”

Y/N: “I was fooling with you. Keep going.”

San was puzzled and you noticed. For some reason it felt just so weird to even talk to him. All the other conversations you ever had were about school and teachers if they ever went past bigger conversations, rarely. Now having to talk to him about the concept of what it would be being an adult for the next few hours- odd. You wondered what San must’ve been thinking at this moment.

San: “So uhm... what I came to tell you besides you looking breathtaking was that I noticed you keeping the mood here alive and I just wanted to offer you my help like... I don’t know uh- I heard you would be organizing the game before dinner right?”

Odd. Odd for him to comment on your “breathtaking” appearance - again -.

Y/N: “Oh, how sweet of you. Yeah I’d like for you to help me. Would save me a lot of time.”

So while you were explaining the game to him and when to prepare for it you two got ready and collected several pens and papers for the guests to write one inside joke only them and the wedding couple would know and one fact about them that was a bit more obvious that when read out loud the couple would have to guess on who wrote it down. Said and done you collected all the papers again and when the couple came back from their photo session they sat down, tight schedule, to officially welcome all the guest, say their thank you’s and hear some guests speeches. All patiently waiting for what was to come next. You and San stood up with the papers and a mic explaining what was to come. Needless to say it was a very entertaining round of laughter for half an hour and some story telling explaining the behind about the stories. San and you did half and half, you reading out some and then him pretending you were the best hosts of this event, living that moment, him taking occasional glances at you and your dress, specificaly your cleavage because reading the jokes out loud made you forget about adjusting your dress, quickly looking back at his papers when you turned your face to him.

At the end of the game you two rounded everything up with a congrats to the couple, a wink to your best briend and a “the buffet is now open”. Both of you were the first ones to head there making the other guests laugh. 

San peeked over your shoulde to see what food was to come next, taking the chance to sniff some of your perfume without you noticing.

Y/N: “You could’ve gone infront of me if you are so desperatly curious on what food they have to offer San. Are you that hungry?”

He was backing off a bit, too embarassed on you calling him out thinking you might have noticed him taking in your scent.

San: “Oh sorry sorry I- yeah I’m-” - He was eyeing you up and down and he was scolding himself on the inside for making it so obvious - “I’m very hungry right now.

You and San sat down again and started actually chatting about life and old stories, now being very chill about it since you two have grown up. Maybe you two just needed food to loosen up a bit. It was ridiculous how good you two were talking to each other, the other guests who knew you noticing and nudging their aunts and uncles to then point at you two, the weeing couple getting a hang of what their closest guests were gossiping about, then observing you and him too for a while. San and you were well aware of the attention you two had on you but neither of you could mind any less. Him being relieved and actually happy about having such good conversation while you were busy fighting your own mind on stopping to think about having Sans hand on your thigh under the table. It was incredible how fast your thoughts switched that day. Unbeknownst to you, San his thoughts did too, him being just a tad bit more happy about thinking sane again.

Fast forward, all food was eaten, more drinks were intus and you and the bride were sprawled around the Candy bar. San and the broom snapping pictures of you two to later make sure to stick into the guest book too. You however took a doughnut and walked straight to San, not accepting the fact that he was having fun with taking eventually embarassing pictures of you.

Y/N: “Sannie come on, take a bite!”

San was struggling to keep you away from the polaroid camera.

San: “No stop it! You’re gonna get my suit dirty Y/N.”

While holding his arm to try and drag it down you said: “Oh so what? We can take it off if it gets dirty!”

San seemed a bit irritated by that comment and indeed lowered his arm which gave you the chance to lead the doughnut to his lips. He shoved the camera into your hand and took the doughnut instead, to what you instantly took a few pictures of, your own doughnut still in the other hand. You sat next to him and got near his head biting into your doughnut and snapping a selfie with the polaroid camera. It was all too amusing to look at because in the next moment the news reached to you that the DJ had arrived. Perfect timing to get a drink you thought. And by this you seperated from San again, leaving him sitting alone with the rest of the doughnut and a polaroid camera.

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The DJ was playing dope music. Typical club music that changed to R’n’B Music, something you’d usually rub your body on someone elses body just like the wedding couple did. You on the other hand had your eight drink of the day in hand on which you and some other guest argued on that the bartender put little to no alcohol into the drinks that day. Not to your disappointment because you were enjoying yourself on the crowded dancefloor anyways. You were absolutely having your moment. Glass in the air, feeling the beat, dancing like that good looking bitch that you were, moving your hands over your body, swaying your hips delicate to the music and exchanging smiles with some other guests who were dancing with you. When your attention came across San standing at the bar, a glass in his hand, you didn’t mind keeping eye contact with him while mouthing the lyrics to Trey Songz ‘Touchin, Lovin’. When that party pooper looked down to his glass to avoid your stares you made your way to his and took his hand while drinking your glass empty to place it on the counter. You tried to pull him on the dance floor but he refused to. You got closer to him to not yell over the music.

Y/N: “Sannie why don’t you wanna dance with me?”

No answer... ouch. You stoped moving your body.

Y/N: “San. I want to dance with you.”

San: “No. You’re drunk.”

Pathetic excuse you thought.

Y/N: “The bartender put almost no alcohol in all of the guests drinks San. I doubt that I am near to tipsy. Please come with me. Wouldn’t it be nice to make a memory together on your sisters and my best friends, wedding?”

San: “Believe me I do want to.”

This got you confused.

Y/N: “Well then come on? What’s stopping you?”. You did not wait for an answer and finally pulled him onto where you wanted to have him. At first just awkwardy holding hands and swaying them from left to right and him making you do a twirl like you were dancing to a country song...

Y/N: “No San. That’s not what I want. I want us to dance!”

This man was trying everything to avoid touching your body but you just had to be so dang stubborn. On the other hand it was super hot for you to take things into your own hands and him seeing you knowing what you want. And so he gave in. 

The lyrics saying “I’m touchin you tonight-” and you put his hands around your waist, wandering your own past his arms onto his shoulders, giving them a quick massage whispering for him to stop being so stiff. San hoped that the disco lights weren’t reflecting the sweat building on his forehead. He. Was. Nervous. And he had all the rights to be. He was worrying about other guests looking especialy the bride and what they would think, you being his sisters best friend. He was worrying about his own state, questioning wether this was okay but if he had to be honest his mind had changed the minute he first saw you today. It was natural for him to be all nervous. He alway ever saw you in pajamas with cute little smiling cookies on them or just your pre-teen clothes but THIS? This was you as the woman he didn’t know you could be. He rarely ever saw you in the past since all of you had their own apartments now. He didn’t know your cookie pajamas turned into black shorts that showed your ass cheeks all too well and an oversized shirt that rid down your shoulder, your boobs being bigger now and while going outside, you wore tight jeans, tops and bras that rounded up what was there to show wearing make up and having styled hair. No, even unstyled and without make up or all that stuff... you were a woman now and he tried everything to ignore that fact and trick himself into believing you weren’t. Because he was liking who this woman was. 

San took a breather and just took you in for a second. Seeing you enjoy yourself, wanting to pull him into that feeling of enjoyment, he let you. He properly held you around your waist. Actually he let his hands wander to your back making the distance between you two a bit smaller. And when he put in effort to dance he elicited a smile from you. He was surprised by the fact that you sang the lyrics with no thought behind it while dancing with him. He slid one hand up your side and up your arm until it reached your hand leaving a bigger gap between you two just when the song changed just to turn you over and pull you in again, your back pressed to his chest... your bum pressed to his front. 2 On by Tinashe now playing. This Playlist was made for you two.

You felt Sans breath becoming irregular by the second and you tried to reach one hand behind you to reassure him this is okay, that this is fine. It did no better. San felt intoxicated and at the same time he never felt so out of control. He felt like he was 15 again, drooling over his hot physics teacher in middle school. Like a boy who couldn’t control his mind. And this went on for the next three or four songs. You lost count. Him and you getting closer and closer, grinding onto each other. He was whispering into your ear not calculating if you would be able to understand due to the volume of the music.

San: “Y/N... This is wrong on all levels”

You turned around, putting your hands on his neck again, resting your lower arms on his sholders, him grabbing a hold of them.

Y/N: “Sweetie don’t ruin this for me. What makes you think so?”

The nickname giving him chills. You were his younger sisters best friend. Who were you to talk to him like this. Like he wasn’t older than you and like you weren’t 13 anymore... ironic.

San: “You know why”

Y/N: “No I don’t. And I most certainly don’t see why this would be a problem so why don’t you tell me what bothers you hm? I just wanna dance.”

San: “Y/N this isn’t ‘just dancing’... You know the rules.”

Y/N: “Oh I wasn’t aware we set any rules here what is-”

His hand wandered to your hips, sqeezing them.

San: “Gosh it’s an unspoken rule Y/N... Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Y/N: “Believe me I do but I decide to ignore such concept of a rule because it’s bullshit and I thought you were smarter than this. I don’t live by such ridiculous rules. San Nobody here seems to mind you and me dancing like this and for sure not your sister. If anything she is too drunk and concentrated on her man. I know you’re enjoying this and damn well am I so what is fucking up with you?”

San: “I... I can’t do this with the younger friend of my sister as much as I would want to. I promise you -I shouldn’t even be telling you this- I have been trying to keep my hands off of you because you look so damn fine. The things I’d do to you in that dress-”

San broke. His words spilled out like a waterfall and when he was able to stop himself he looked you in the eyes, completely baffled that he basically just told his younger sisters friend that he would fuck her. You were amused. You put a finger under his chin and scanned his face.

Y/N: “May I remind you San... I may be younger than you but I am not the young friend you so like to treasure in your memories anymore. Shove that to the side. I want you and you have been acting too damn odd and distant the first half of the day. I am not letting this opportunity go by not offering you a chance now to man up and make a move. I. Want. You”.

San was flustered to have you like this infront of him. In his hands actually. Giving him his chance to do things to you and make you dirty. To ruin you and the image he had of you. the only question being if he really wanted to accept that new image in his head. 

San: “How do we do it?”

And you got what you wanted. That dark gaze of his gave you goosebumps. You came up with a quick plan in your mind.

Y/N: “Listen. I’m gonna pretend I slipped while dancing and my heel made me twist my ankle or something. You will hold me and help me to the bathroom to cool my ankle. Got it?”. He gave you a nod. And your little act began. You pretended to slip and San pretended to catch you. Your face was plastered in pain and some guests came to you to reassure themselves that you were okay. Your best friend noticed too and rushed to your side. You’re fall must’ve been grammy worthy for you to gather this much people round you. San held you close and shooed them off while telling everybody he would take you to the toilet to cool the ankle, just like you told him he should. Said and done he put your arm around his shoulder and his arm behind your back walking into the direction of the bathrooms. When you turned around the corner where nobody could see you two you took in your normal posture and stopped for a second. You put your body on his faces close to each other.

Y/N: “That was hot.”

But swiftly breaking contact and pulling him to the mens bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door.

San: “You’re insane for this.”

Y/N: “No I’m not. You’re just afraid someone might catch us. Now kiss me or I will... I have done the most part of this already.”

However, he did not kiss you. He pulled you in further into the bathroom right infront of the huge mirror that was hanging above the counter turning you to look into it, him still close behind you. The light was dim, perfect for the mood. 

San: “You know what lured me in the most today?”

You shook your head but there was no need to answer. His hand went to your hips, one finding its way to the back of your dress, lingering his fingers over your exposed skin, playing with the strings, following the line to your shoulder to shove off the strings off your shoulder and make the dress fall a bit to expose even more of your cleavage. He attached his lips to your neck kissing it with delicate, light but still hungry kisses. By the look of his face you could think he was intoxicated. And he truely was.

San: “You look so fucking sexy. I had such a hard time to remain calm about it.”

More kisses were placed on your neck going up your face. A hand came around to grab your chin once again and tilt your face back to his, his heavy watch on his wrist reflecting the light from the lamp above it. His action made you slip a moan which he caught in an intense kiss. Finally. You pressed your ass into his crotch just for him to turn you around and get you two more comfortable for a make out. You two were exploring each others lips but he had the upper hand being the dominant one when moving your lips against each other. You had to push him away for a moment to get some air again. Your cheeks were visibly red to which he chuckled. You staring up at him gave you that innocent look again.

San: “Baby you look like a cute little kitten that wants to be taken care of right now with your doe eyes. It drives me crazy.”

Y/N: “I would love for you to properly take care of me like nobody has San.”

San: “Beg for it. You sounded so heavenly great when you told me you wanted me to do things to you back on the dance floor. Could you do that for me kitty?”

You scoffed and looked to the side. At first he didn’t want you for his own sake and now he sounds like this was his idea... 

San: “Come on baby you were so good with your words just a few minutes ago. Cat got your tongue?”

Y/N: “Urrghh San! I’m too desperate right no to wait for anything to happen. I have been internally drooling over you in that suit and more so has my lower region been flooded by some sea and I honestly can’t take any fussy words right now so will you pleeaaase do your work and fuck me? Just touch me please... ruin me!”

He was so turned on by that, his boner was getting harder and harder in no time. He bit his lip and ripped off that dress, making you squeal by the sudden move. After your dress and that ‘bra’ were slid off he worked on making his own clothes coming off, you unbottoning his jaquette while he was working on his tie.

Y/N: “Keep the tie on.”

He followed your instructions and while you worked on freeing his upper body he hastily opened his belt and pulled down his pants. He then pulled of Jaquette and his Shirt and just stood there with hung low pants, no shirt, a tie and lipstic over his lips. You grazed his bulge with your hand over his boxers and started moving your hands watching him sigh and throwing his head back.

San: “Hell yeah princess. That feels great”

Another nickname that gave you shivers. You bent down to completely pull down Sans boxers just to be met with his huge cock right infront of your face, it standing proudly against his stomach where you could see veins forming on his abdomen. You were mesmerized. He chuckled once again.

San: “Stand up baby.”

You took in the sight of his girth and slowly looked up to meet his gaze. He started leaning in very slowly again just to stop right infront of your lips. His hands haltered around your hips, his fingers linking in with the waistband of your panties and started pulling them down while still being so close he looked down and it was so freaking hot. It made you feel like he was in control. And he was. When you stepped out of your panties he took you in for another kiss, his hands roaming on your body, at first your waist to pull you in as close as possible then cupping your breast and giving them a small massage to cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss. He made sure to remember all of your skin with his hands. His right hand went down your stomach touching your pussy to feel how wet it indeed was. He spread your lower lips with two fingers and gently rubbed them up and down to smear some of your wetness around. Your legs gave in a bit but to your luck Sans other hand held you up, your moans now becoming more. When he decided he had enough he grabbed both your thighs and ordered for you to jump on the counter. When sat, he spread your legs. It was a bit humiliating at first. He just stood there admiring your pussy like it was some famous painters artwork. He wet his lips with his tongue and mentally took a picture of it. You felt heat rush into your belly and pulled on his tie to signal for him to do something. He looked up at you and gave you a reassuring nod. He got a few steps closer do you and put one hand around you to hold himself on the counter, the other hand now on his cock giving it a few strokes while you both watched him do so. Aligning it to your entrance he first rubbed his tip on it.

San: “Y/N have you had sex before?”

Y/N: “No... have not”

San: “Acting so mature and telling me ou haven’t been fucked yet? Princess this might hurt a little then. I’ll do everything to distract you from the pain okay?”

You shook your head. Your hands gripped his shoulders widing your legs a bit more for him. You bit your lip and gave him the green light to go in. And so he did. Bit by bit. Tip in, he waited for a second, looking up and down between you and his cock waiting for you. You saw San flexing his jaw. He was trying to hold it in not to rut into you like he wanted. He tried distracting you both when slowly going in more by kissing your lips slowly, enjoying the taste of the many Aperol Spritz you had. You almost got so lost in kissing that you forgot not even half of his penis being inside of you. Between the kisses you told him to continue moving and he took that opportunity to move in almost completely. You hissed a bit when you felt the pain breaking from the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck, your head leaning against his chest. He started stroking your back and gave your head a few kisses reassuring you the pain will go away in a bit,

San: “B-Babe do you want me to move out?”

Y/N: “NO no please don’t. Just- Just touch me. Touch me anywhere.”

San started kissing your forehead, then placing his lips there without moving. He started bottoming out again. One of his hands went to play with your breast circling a finger slowly around your nipple moving one thumb over it making it hard. His other hand going down to your clit slowly drawing circles there too. Almost immediately you threw back your head. He looked up at you moaning his name and he couldn’t but take that opportunity to leave some hickeys on your neck. Something he know you would be mad at him for later.

Y/N: “San this feels- hhnngg- good. Please please move now”

San: “Y-yeah, yeah I will princess. I will.”

His cock went in further and further. You threw your head back once again, your hair swingin back. San waited so patiently but he couldn’t wait any more.

San: “Baby I have to properly move now or I will loose my mind!”

San put your legs aroung his waist for you to get ready and one moment later he bottomed out almost completely to then slam in again, making you moan once again. He kept his head low and nuzzled in your neck, grunting and groaning while repeating to thrust into you with a steady rythm. It felt like an hour for him when truely it was just a minute or two. Time was such a weird concept in this situation anyways. You moved your hands over his back eventually scratching it with your nails to find something to hold onto as San kept on thrusting fast. He swung one arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder and his other hand held your thigh up for you as your legs gave in more and more. He was able to open his eyes for a moment to look into the mirror and see your body being fucked by him. He was keeping a good pace when suddenly you started chanting for him to go harder pulling on his tie.

Y/N: “San please go harder, please please fuck me harder!”

San: “Fuck I’m gonna ruin this pussy. MY pussy. Hear that? This is- ah- my pussy to fuck!”

Y/N: “Oh gosh yes San only yours please ah!”

San rutted into you harder. His hip movement was so amazing at this point, his ass tensing up to push his hips deeper into yours and to continuously hear skin on skin slap against each other and you repeatedly crying out his name. He couldn’t stop but kiss you wildly and mark you as his. He was slamming into you and both of your panting got louder, him saying your name over and over again.

Y/N: “San I feel like I’m gonna cum soon Oh please don’t stop it feels too good aah!”

San: “Hell fuck I’m gonna come too my princess. Wait for me a little will you?”

You gave him a fast nod and held onto him even more biting down a bit on his shoulder which gave San his last reason to bring you two to your climax. His speed faltered a bit but his hard thrusts became no less to which you instinctively clung your legs around his hips to pull him in as close as you could. San giving it his last power, fastly started circling his thumb against your clit again which brought out a moan of you signaling that your having a big orgasm which was music to his ears. Just a few seconds later his thrust became irregular. He gave his last power, his last groans and grunts, his last breath for the last push and him throwing back his head while straightening his back and pushing forward his hip into yours, balls deep and then emptied inside of you.

San bend down his upper body and collapsed on you thrusting forward just a tad bit to ride out your orgasms. You had no strength in holding yourself up anymore which San noticed. He hugged you and brought your body up to his for you to rest your face in his chest. You two were fucked out. He repeatedly kissed your temples and when you looked up at him he swore he could almost feel himself twitch and go hard again. He gave your lips a chast kiss and slowly pulled out to what you gifted him one last moan.

Y/N: “I feel so empty without you inside of me San”

San: “Please don’t say stuff like that or I might get hard again. I’m too fucked out for this.”

Y/N: “San I have to be honest with you...”

Oh god. What would come now? Were you going to tell him he was bad? That you didn’t enjoy it? Did you regret it? You giggled to his startled face.

Y/N: “I’m too selfish for this to be the only time we ever fucked. I- I want THIS to become my sex life San.”

San: “Oh damn was it that good?”

Y/N: “Are you joking? You can’t tell me you didn’t think this was insanely good.”

San: “Hm yeah literally it was.”

You two tried gaining some strength again. He helped you off the counter and put on your panties and dress for you, kissing your shoulders in the process again. While he put on his clothes you turned to the mirror to fix your hair and make up. When you two got finished he turned you around grabbing both of your hands. He gave you a smirk.

San: “I’m taking you home now to sleep in my bed next to me. Tomorrow you and I will have a nice date I am taking you on and we will be having more sex too”

Y/N: “You know, its super hot for you to suddenly claim me like I have always been yours when this morning you still thought of me as that innocent best friend your sister has and now you fucked exactly that innocent girl.”

San: “Let’s not call it ‘claiming’ but instead realising how stupid I have been for not making a move all the time...”

Y/N: “True. Then lets head off to your place. Let’s tell the others my ankle hurts really bad and that you’ll bring me home.”

San: “Okay Princess. Anything you say.”

Helping you walk, him and you got into the dance room saying goodbyes to everyone and then leaving in Sans car to his place making sure to secretely take one of the polaroids you and him took together that layed sprawled on the table with the guest book next to the entrance~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up to a message of your best friend:

           Bestieee <3                  Good morning girlie! I hope your ankle doesn’t hurt too bad :(                 The staff at the wedding asked me about a silicone bra sticking to the                  wall in the mens bathroom. I told them this wouldn’t have been from one of my guest. But anw odd what people leave in bathrooms            right ;) It was so much fun and I love you so much for everything :*

While you showed San that message you mumbled: “30 dollars for nothing...”

San: “What do you mean nothing? The sex was the opposite of nothing may I remind you- and you look better without it anyways.”

Y/N: “What did you just say?”

San: “Nothing!”

[mika-mika-mika-mika-mika-mika]

Head cannons I have for the squid game staff:

In honor of my finding a new obsession even tho I don't have Netflix and can't/haven't watched the show I'm gonna explain my head cannons I have for the Games staff. :) (if I'm wrong with anything I say tell me please. Don't Let me embarrass myself on the internet -•-)

Last updated: 10/6/21

Circle (worker)

Circles are the lowest rank. They're workers who's main task is to keep the contestants in check.

Personally I feel like circles are overly tough or at least they try to be to prove themselves. Circles are seen as bottom of the barrel sorta expendable worker. It's really like circles need to be quiet, take commands and deal with the contestants.

Because of that they want to move up the ranks and try hard to prove that they should be respected and should be able to be a triangle at least.

Circles exteriors are tough and pretty hard to see past but once they make friends with their coworkers They are definitely protective.

It's hard being a circle out here from the other ranks basically bullying you to contestants yelling bad trying to kill you to escape.

Some weakness they have are animals. Circles love love LOVVVVEEE animals and pets. Once they have a work family I feel as though they would talk about their pets alot.

"oh josh! How's the owl and cat?" "Oh you know... they're getting along but they wake me up in the middle of the night one more time I'm SCREAMING"

Being as protective as they are if the build a little friendship with a contestant they are 100% telling them the winning strategy to the games and will help them in anyway they can.

If a contestant yells and degrades another circle that they're friends with, it's over for that contestant.

Triangle (Soldier)

Triangles are very much happy with where they are in the ranks. Triangles are soldiers and won't hesitate to put people in their place.

That being said they're kinda... boring. They don't really do much. They're just there as guards.

Saying that I feel like they would try to make work interesting by doing the only thing they can which is developing relationship with their coworkers.

I think their relationships are more of looking out for eachother then they are actually being friends. It's like "We are "Friends" beacuse I see you everyday and it's convenient"

Triangles weakness are Also animals but specificly cats. They are all cat guys. At the sight of a grey stripped cat on the side of the road their hearts break. They instantly stop, take it home and name it "Baby chulo nugget Bartholomew Thee stallion Ramirez Edgar Rufus the third". They brag about their pet babies to eachother alot and at this point it's kinda like a competition.

"Oh well my baby banana bread learned how to stand on her hind legs!" "Oh yeah my daughter mochi learned how to speak!" "Ha! Fools! My little one Dango knows how to use his self serve food station!" *BIG GASP*

They also like making bets on which contestants will beat which games. It's like toned down gambling though. No placing money bets, only shift bets.

Square (superiors)

Squares are superiors and have a god complex. No questions.

Squares definitely don't like Eachother and have no Intent to be friends. Yes. They'll talk to eachother but no they won't say anything personal.

Squares are all mighty and probably love getting that power high when they order someone to do something.

Although squares are rude and cold they would pick out certain people in the lower roles and attach themselves to them.

The squares treat the circle or triangle they chose as a little pet/comfort person. They boss then around a lot more then anyone else but in a little smug and funny way. They crack jokes and if their friend gets yelled at by another superior the two supervisors exchange words and practically throw hands.

The squares would die for their comfort guard and mean it. Squares take their friends emotions and problems VERY serious.

"Oh you feel sick? Then lay down for a bit and eat something! I'm not having you work! Stay in the back and avoid orders in the most respectful way possible and don't get caught!"

They are the definition of teddy bears. They are big body, big build and tough looking but kind once you get to know them.

[themadearl]

Idea: Yuu with the unhelpful ability of attracting the crazies

Note: Incredibly self-indulgent & shady & creepy & dumb, emphasis on creepy

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Octavinelle Edition [Part 3]

🐙 Azul  🐙

As another member of plan foiled by Yuu club, of course he is taking tabs on Yuu

Attempts to get dirt on Yuu so he can get back on her

Instead, only gets pictures of Yuu and useless info

How?

Don’t ask

Just know that money and influence is a wonderful wonderful thing

Also, has to pay extra for medical fees

And probably therapy fees from the trauma of getting maimed by some unnamed students

with like playing card motifs on their faces

one of’em has claws

Hires other people to do it more discreetly

Gets more sneak shots of Yuu

He’s kinda cute

Fuck

But still cute tho

And smart

Also knows how to cook and do chores

Perfect as a wife

FUCK

Jumps between devious mastermind and teenage admirer

Non-stop pictures coming in due to how well the pay is

And the benefits too

Probably does a bit of business with Cater as well 

Gets his hands on a lock of Yuu’s hair

Again, don’t ask how

Azul doesn’t want to think too much about the cost for it

Too embarrassed and nervous to approach Yuu in real life

Only gets glances of her through hallways

Once saw her super close while she napped

Real freaking jealous of everyone that can get close to her

“What does she even see in those idiots?!”

Wants to get rid of all the vermin around her

Slowly notices some details about Yuu

Like how her build is thinner than others

Higher pitched voice compared to boys

No prominent adam’s apple

Hmmm

Does some research on female humans

“Azul, are you entering heat?”, says Jade with a smile

ASDGHJKLNO

Finds a conclusive point that would prove Yuu’s Gender

cough* Menstruation*cough

Azul is embarrassed but anxious to find the answer to his question

Does the incredibly creepy task

of digging through Yuu’s trash

gross, i know

Can’t risk the chance of others doing it since they might know

Let’s just say, he did find the answer to his question

Is he disgusted with himself?

Very much so

Tries to distract himself with venturing new business opportunities

Constantly gazes back to his newly made Yuu Wall with just a bunch of pictures 

His new albums of Yuu on the bookshelf hidden by some magic

Little trinkets of Yuu on the table

Huh

Sees a market in Yuu goods

Well then

🐬 Jade & Floyd 🦈

For Jade, it’s pretty interesting to see something so small can create so much chaos

For Floyd, the fact that shrimpy is the source of this so much fun is pretty intriguing

cause shrimpy’s a shrimpy after all

And getting the interests of the Leech brothers ain’t a good thing

cause they are going to probe about Yuu

Unlike the stalker trio, the twins don’t hide themselves

they just follow right behind Yuu

and Yuu is very afraid

Running is a horrible option as

For every three steps, Yuu runs

They can catch up in one step

The sight of two 190 cm+ guys running after you isn’t fun at all

Anyway

Yuu gets cornered not much later and is desperately trying to find a way out

like there is even any lol

“Shrimpy~ Long time no see~”

Yuu looks up to see Floyd who has his arms next to the wall behind her

Gulp

“I heard something interesting lately~”

“Um, w-what is it?”

“Not telling you~”

Jade comes in and take a group selfie with Yuu & Floyd

Why?

To make Azul jealous ~ ♪

This was one of the first of many encounters

Yuu sees them the next day at Alchemy class as Jade volunteers to be your partner

Yuu : But I already have one???

Jade : I’m your partner right? Right? 

Yuu : (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Things go on without a hitch

The potion they made was even better than the ones Yuu usually makes

huh

Lunchtime comes and this time, it’s the Leech twins that steals the seat next to Yuu

“Shrimpy eats so little, want to try my lunch~”

Before Yuu can even decide, Floyd shoves a handful of his ultra deluxe sandwich into her mouth

Poor Yuu almost chokes on the food

After that came another fork of mushroom pasta from Jade

And then another spoon of unknown soup

All the other students looks on with a mix of horror and pity

Yuu just wants the day to end

Unfortunately for her, the constant teasing has only begun~ ♪

🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊

There’s now a hidden underground market for Yuu items

Be it pictures, fan merchandise or personal items

Managed by the one and only, Octavinelle trio

Also, there’s a fan club from the non-stop exposure of Yuu stuff to the other ordinary students

Who’s the president?

it’s Ace with Deuce as vice president

Jack’s the treasurer

The Yuu movement pioneered by Adeuce with expansions along the line by Octavinelle with financial support from Leona

Riddle dreads on how he should have shut this down months again

also can’t believe how the two person stalking duo became 

*waving at the markets & club* this

seriously, the fuck

Everyone tries their best to hide all traces of this from Yuu

It’s like the first rule of yuu club,

You don’t talk about Yuu club.

tl;dr, Yuu has a cult following

congrats

[keyheartsia-dorm]

The Dorm Leaders with a S/O who Burned themselves making Microwave Food

(This is definitely not something that just happened to me like 10 minutes ago but you should definitely like and subscribe and don’t forget to hit the Bell icon Cause seriously some parts of my hand Hurt like a B...Not that I burned myself or anything)

Riddle Rosehearts

• So Your feeling a Gosh dang HUNGER

• You’re too hungry to wait For Trey to bake anything So

• So Kennel Corn it is!

• In your HUNGER daze you threw the popcorn in carelessly and forget to Press the Popcorn Button and just pressed the 4 Button instead of the 3 Button like you meant to even though 3 PROBABLY would’ve Ruined Your Popcorn anyway

• You text Riddle to see if he’d wanna Share some Popcorn He said he would bring some Tarts he had just put in the oven So you waited...Thinking about Food...not noticing the disaster you were Setting into place

• Anyway you Open the Microwave Full of Hope like a Doe being born on a beautiful spring day then as soon as the black Popcorn started shooting out of your Microwave in Ramshackle you then had the same disappointment as a spring Doe who was just forced to watch Fox and the Hound Like Holy Heck that Movie gives me the Hecko Deppreso

• One Burning Kernel Hit your Cheek Just as you Wince Riddle Comes into your Kitchen With Wide eyes

• He Drags you out Picnic Basket with Tarts in Hand and Takes you to the Nurse’s Office and Asks for...whatever Burned people Need As He Patches you up you 2 Share a ~Moment~

“Riddle Honestly it’s not THAT big of a deal” You Chuckle Anxiously “Don’t be Ridiculous Y/N!” he keeps Patching you up “It Must Seriously Hurt..” He looks a little Sad and while looking sadly into your eyes he kisses your cheek where the Burn was you wince as He Quickly Spits an Apology you Chuckle “You can Kiss it better if you want~” he Looks away bright Red as you 2 Sit in the Nurse’s Office Sharing Tarts

Leona King Scholar

• “I can’t Hecking Cook!!!” you found yourself Exclaiming in the Savannaclaw Kitchen Ruffling your hair

• You see Poor F-Ing Ruggie Needs a Break that’s not a secret to anyone (# Please Stop Hyena Abuse # Please Edit A Garfield Comic Where Leona is Garfield and Ruggie is John) so you said you’d make Leona his Lunch

• why the Heck you said you’d do this you Adorable stupid Hecking Idiot you but hey you did dumb dumb

• So here you are looking in the Freezer and BINGO Big ole Meat Chunk!

• So you being A fanfic protagonist Put a giant mystery meat chunk in the microwave pressed some Buttons and said..”Eh Good enough” Guess your sex god heart throb Boyfriend Is rubbing off on you ok I see how it is Y/N OK I SEE HOW IT IS

• Anyway besides my needless aggression with my words You started to look for some utensils you found A Bento Box and a Spoon thank goodness but you figured you might Need some mittens Lunch was soon and The meat was long done but no mittens

• You take it out..and HOLY MOTHER GOD WHY DID YOU THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA YOUR PALMS MIGHT AS WELL BE ON FIRE

• Leona Nonchalantly Enters The scene cause Ruggie Told him you’d be making his Lunch and Lunch started like 15 Minutes ago

• He looks at the Scene before him and sighs and takes your hands like the sex god heartthrob he is and looks at your red palms almost Deadpanning

Your face a light red “Yeah...I know I massively Screwed up with your Lunch But I really wanted t-“ “I know And I appreciate it even though you are a massive screw up..But you keep trying I appreciate that about you” He starts to lick your Palms and your face Erupts into a Blush “What the Heck!?!” he looks up at you “It’s to cool your hands down but you ARE gonna go get me Food from the vending machine afterwards”

Azul Ashengrotto

• you slam your Hands Dramaticly on your Kitchen Table “I CANNOT ACCEPT ANYMORE FREEBIES FROM THE MONSTRO LOUNGE” You were sure Azul Would start making you pay if not Azul Jade for sure

• So time to start making Food for yourself!! You Quickly Head to a Convience store where a Certain Chaotic Neutral Eel Notices you Buying like 10 Frozen...PIECES OF FOOD

• You Dump like all off them on your Counter and Choose to make some Weird fish

• You Slap that Sorry Sucker in the Microwave and like the other Sorry Suckers in this Scenario you will Burn yourself and beautiful Bishounen Shenanigans will ensue but we’re not there yet

• You literally just bought a piece of not even normal looking fish Of course it didn’t come with a Time Recommendation So you while staring at it for like 10 minutes (Letting it thaw quite a bit but you didn’t notice) You threw it in for 7 And figured “eh 7’s a lucky number this’ll work” Didn’t you read Leona’s Scenario? What happened when THEY said Eh

• You Dumby You Dating a Merman Boughta Eat a fish Dumbo what do you have? Ears?

• Anyway Floyd and And Azul are Chatting well it’s more like Floyd is talking At Azul while he does paper work Yeah I totally Saw them Buying a bunch a Random Frozen Weird Massively Weird Right? Anyway So Apparently They Let you Mix ALL THE slushie is Flavors”

• Azul hearing this After finishing up some more Paperwork Decides to go Visit You and to his Shock he finds you Trying to hold a Basically at this point Charcoal Fish and when you drop It on your leg Leaving a SEXY weird fish shaped burn he’s Immediately on that

He puts a Hand to his Temple and sighs For a Moment before sweeping you off your feet before you could say a word..the you did say a word a few in fact “I’m Sorry Azul I know you can’t give me freebies forever but I’m a terrible cook” He Kisses your forehead and gives you a reassuring look “You’re my Beloved you can rely on me as much as you want I’ll get you some bandages when we’re back at the monstro lounge and Jade will make you something not made of Charcoal” and you bet he carried you all the way

Kalim Al Asim

• you both wanted to cook Something for Jamil...Okay this’ll go south fast.

• the road to Heck Is often Paved with Good intentions

• You Were tasked with picking out food and Kalim for Kitchen Prep

• Anyway Let’s get this poor Wreck Jamil’s gonna have to fix over with

• “I Picked out some Tofu! Smart people like tofu right?

• Kalim Tossed that And all sortsa Stuff Into the Microwave and Waved off all your concerns figuring it’ll be fine! come on Y/N you coward Your a fanfic Protag you don’t have to think Silly goose no thoughts head empty

• like 15 minutes later you 2 Hear Smoke while trying to make Pulpless Handsqueezed Orange Juice cause HECK PULP

• He Opened The Microwave and the only thing that Looked even Remotely salvageable was the tofu and because you 2 are the cutest most head empty Couple Apparently you didn’t Put a plate underneath so you braving all the danger reached into the Microwave...

“Ouch!” You teared up a little And were about to Put your finger in your mouth as you do Before Kalim put your finger in his Mouth You looked at him shell shocked after a couple seconds he started pressing light kisses on them “I’m so sorry! I should’ve thought this through more! I’ll nurse you back to health!” And For the rest of the day he essentially treated you like you were crippled he carried you he fed you everything don’t worry you slipped away for a little to clean up the mess in the kitchen before Jamil got back Kalim Babysitting is always an Experience to be Had for sure

Vil Schoenheit

• “Vil! I wanna Eat Carbs Heck you!!”

• if that’s not how Every story I do With Vil Starts I’ll be Gosh Danged

• “FINE EAT YOUR MAC AND CHEESE YOU’LL RUE THE DAY-“

• anyway after you stopped listening to him you looked him DEAD in the eyes and Shoved that frozen Mac and Cheese in the Microwave and slammed...Some Numbers In wow what a power move

• He Gasped and Power walked away

• You Laughing Manically Triumphantly

• But after awhile you felt kinda bad and decided to make some Carb free food for Vil as an Apology for Deliberatly and spitefully trying to make him Mad

• But that was the final nail in your microwaved coffin When you took out your Luckily not entirely burned Mac and Cheesies it was real hot like

• You were trying To get it to a plate Quickly And Spilled some on your Wrist Luckily Your Sexy mean Boyfriend was Here To save the day and wow he’s holding something”

“Sweet Potato?” He peeked through the Door and saw you Holding your Wrists in Pain he immediately walked in And Held them tenderly “I’m Sorry Sweet Potato things got heated I did get you a..Low Carb Meal at Olive Garden I Hope this Makes things up to you I know I can’t Control your life it’s just kinda my nature” You Smiled at him through the pain “It’s Fine Vil I got WAY too Mad I’m sorry I made you a salad” you both Enjoyed your food him feeding you yours then later he put some lotion on your Wrists

YES ITS BEST BOY-

Idia Shroud

• Omg it’s the best boy 🥺

• I mean I am not Partial to any character Do not worry I do not want to be in a Poly relationship with both Malleus and Idia

• So you wanted To Hang Out with your Boyfriend today he said sure but that he would be Busy doing raids with his Online friends you agreed and even said you’d bring snacks which you did

• Including Instant Ramen! My-I mean YOUR favorite

• you decided to show how reliable in the Kitchen you are to your boyfriend by making such a Delicacy for him while he doesn’t have the time to himself at the moment

• This is will work out Well

• You decide to do it in your kitchen and bring to him

• this will work out well

• You..ACTUALLY MAKE IT PERFECTLY

• You also Make it mostly towards his room before divine intervention Intervines and says That’s not the point of this fanfic idiot

• It probably mostly worked out for you cause you have the best taste tho so-

• Ortho Hears a Mighty Loud Catwerwhail (here’s hoping I spelled that right) and Comes to check whose outside the door

• “Big Sister/Brother?” He Quickly Runs some Water on your Shoulder and Bandages you Up And Leads you in Idia’s Room With the snacks in tow meanwhile he’s wondering if your Ok or not

“Idia Senpai!” You Sit next to him And he notices your Bandages “What Happened?” You look away a little Blushing a bit “I Spilled hot Instant Ramen on my shoulder Ortho parched me up though but! I brought the rest of the snacks though sor-“ Before you can apologize he Puts his Jacket on your shoulders “No I’m sorry for not noticing I would’ve...Tried to help” His sad expression turns into one of his Competitve smirks “I’ll Finish this Raid Boss so Quicker then you even Burned Yourself!” And He did cause he’s the best Gamer boy then you played Monoply With Him and Ortho cause he’s the best boy you have the best taste RAMEN TASTES SO GOOD-

Malleus Draconia

• My Second Love I mean nothing Let’s finish this I’ve been here since like 4 it’s 7 rn

• You invited Malleus to dinner And you wanted a Good Blanced Dinner!

• Chicken From Panda Express

• McDonald’s Chocolate Milk

• Some Patties from Burger King

• Oh Yeah Veggies!

• Wait! Everything’s Closed now!!! Y/N I KEPT TELLING YOU TO STOP BEING DUM-

• Oh you have some frozen Vegetables? Okay Touché

• You Toss them in the Microwave for 6 Minutes and get ready

• You dress as Nicely as Possible in 10 Minutes cause you plan Things Horribly apparently...not that I relete having been here for like at least 2 hours

• He’s Here~ him being Also the best boy is already setting the table with Magic cause he’s just nice like that and even Enchanted the food to be set on the table and the milk in the Glasses

• But you INSISTED to present The Vegetables

• “Child of Man I really don’t min-“ “No! I got this really!!”

• Let’s see how well that turned out for you

You got the Vegetables Outta the Microwave in such a Haste you didn’t even notice how hot it was and dumped it on the plate it wasn’t horribly burnt but was Horribly Hot Malleus was Amazed though “So Man’s Growing Vegetables in Bags now?..” he Reached to touch but you smacked his hand away so fast your hand touched the food and burned you “Ouch! I’m sorry Mal But it’s really hot” He immediately Understood and Summoned some Magical Water as he do and your burn was gone “I love you Child of man even though us Fae Can’t burn you tried to shield me anyway my sweet gentle Child of man”...Did you know that I ain’t know that?

I have a Masterlist it has all my X reader fics And my Oc Stuff I will be Adding this in like a day or 2 probably now if you’ll excuse me I never Wanna Look at another word again except also I’m literally probably gonna go read fanfic

[ahkaahshi]

appreciation [nanami kento x reader]

pairing: nanami kento x fem baker reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): swearing, brief violence, mentions of injuries and a curse

word count: 3.7k (yeah I went off a bit lol)

overview: you know how you feel about nanami and how nanami feels about your bakery, but on a rainy day, you finally learn how he feels about you

As you watch rain pour down outside, forming patterns along the windows of the shop and collecting in murky puddles disturbed by the rushed footsteps of people trying to find shelter from the storm, your eyelids threaten to close once more. The elbow propping your chin up on the counter wobbles slightly, the gentle rhythm of the store’s soft instrumental music melting together with the gentle patter of raindrops to form a lullaby that, combined with your exhaustion, sends you to sleep.

The sound of growling and a pair of familiar, red eyes appearing in the darkness, however, quickly wakes you up with a start, and your gaze darts around the shop. With an exasperated sigh and shake of the head, you stand up straight on shaky legs and task yourself with making a fresh cup of coffee to give you a bit of much-needed energy. As long as you stayed awake, you wouldn’t have to be haunted by this image an unsettling experience earlier this week had created.

While you prepare the caffeinated beverage, a glance up at the time finds the clock’s hands at a familiar hour—one that always marks the arrival of a regular customer. Once your drink starts dripping into the cup you’ve placed in the machine, you busy yourself instead with opening one of the display cases housing a vast array of different breads and baked goods.

The aroma that greets you fills you with warmth and brings a smile to your face, as does the thought of his impending arrival. Your hand knows the location on the shelves of his favorite loaf by heart, since you make it specially for him without a care in the world if anyone else wants to purchase it. Upon retrieving it from inside, you wrap it up carefully and set it down on the counter.

Contemplatively, you eye the other pastries waiting patiently behind the glass, wondering if it would be too obvious to get him something else to eat and some coffee as an invitation to stay a bit longer. Sometimes, he found half an hour in his busy day to seat himself at one of the booths along the wall and enjoy a treat you’d selected for him while he occupied himself talking to you if you weren’t busy or reading through one of his books if you were. But no matter how long he stayed, it never felt like long enough to you.

I hope the rain hasn’t driven him away today.

But you should know better than to think this way, since, through your conversations with him and his actions, you’ve learned he’s a man of routine. Regardless of what you should or shouldn’t be convincing yourself to believe, however, your attention snaps to the door when you hear the bells above it jingle. The sound of rain, cars honking, and passing conversations seep inside for a few moments as the man in question shakes water off his umbrella and places it securely into the holder by the entrance.

Against the bleak darkness of the cloudy sky outside, his sand-colored suit and blonde hair seem to glow in the warm lights hanging down from the ceiling, making him look almost ethereal—to the point where you wouldn’t have been surprised if white, feathery wings sprouted from his back. Maybe he was your guardian angel, since he’d just saved you from falling asleep on the job once again.

“Kento, welcome back!” you chirp, lips curling up into a grin you struggle to keep as professional-looking as possible.

Taking off his glasses and tucking them safely away in one of the pockets of his suit jacket, he turns to you and sends a hint of a smile your way that you know is rare given his serious demeanor. “Good evening, (f/n),” he greets you as he walks towards the counter, making your heart beat faster with every foot of distance closed between the two of you.

You ask, once he’s approached the counter and glanced at the loaf you’ve wrapped up for him, “So, can I convince you to dine in and take a little break with one of our fresh pastries, hmm?”

A hint of a chuckle sounds from him through a short breath out his nose, and he reaches into a pocket in his trousers to retrieve his wallet. “I don’t need much convincing on a day like this, but I’ll take a pastry as well, please. And a coffee, if you don’t mind.”

“You came in right as I was brewing my own, so you can just have it, instead, since I know we take ours the same way,” you mention, turning away from him to grab the steaming drink.

“Nonsense,” he utters, stopping you in your tracks, “If you made it for yourself, keep it for yourself. I can wait a few extra minutes for mine.”

Prickles of heat rise to your cheeks, but you nod and give him a small, appreciative smile. Once you’ve selected a treat of his choice for his visit, you enter the total cost into the register, which he prepares promptly and hands to you. His fingers brushing against yours sends tingles across your skin like stray sparks of electricity. “I’ll bring your coffee over once it’s ready,” you offer, speaking to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, “Go ahead and get comfortable; you’ve got the whole shop to yourself.”

He thanks you with a small dip of the head and picks up his food so he can head over to the same booth he selects each time he visits while you start making a fresh cup of coffee for him. As you take a sip of your own, you can’t help but pause a moment to admire his appearance now that his attention is focused elsewhere. He’s a striking man with sharp features and a straightforward, authoritative manner of speaking, but there’s a certain softness to his edges that you’ve seen within him over the time you’ve been acquainted.

You wonder if that tenderness to him is reserved for just for you. If you’re the only one who brings about the softness you can see behind his warm, brown gaze. If he would put his book down as quickly if someone else approached him. You like to think yourself the only witness to his subtle, gentle mannerisms, but you prevent yourself from getting too caught up in your thoughts by reminding yourself that he’s a customer. Someone who comes solely because your bakery’s the closest one that makes his favorite bread, rather than because he has any sort of attachment to you.

With a small sigh, you bring your cup of coffee to your lips for a long drink before taking the one you’d made for Nanami in your other hand and wandering over to his table. Judging by how the crowds outside are moving, everyone seems to be more concerned with getting home and out of the terrible weather than with picking up treats from your bakery. If you hadn’t had such a busy day, you’d be concerned by the lack of customers in at this hour. Now, however, as your aching feet move over to the empty seat across from the shop’s sole patron, you appreciate the quietude in the store that allows you peace in its final hour before closing.

Nanami slides a page marker towards the spine of the journal he’s writing in and closes it when you arrive with his freshly brewed drink, setting it down in front of him. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Mind if I sit?” you ask, even though your knees are already bending to guide you onto the padded seat across from him.

“As long as I won’t distract you from your work, please, go ahead,” he answers, then takes a long, appreciative sip of his coffee.

“I don’t think anyone here would be opposed to me taking a break, considering it’s just us,” is your response given with a smile. You’ve forgotten quite how long it’s been since you’ve had a moment off your feet, and you let out a long sigh as you sink into the booth. Weariness makes itself known in a yawn that suddenly escapes your mouth—a sign that all the fatigue you’ve been somehow avoiding is starting to catch up to you. “Excuse me.”

Blonde eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern, he wonders, “Long day?”

Shrugging, you gaze into the dark liquid filling the cup in your hands, watching it quiver with each minute movement of your body. “It’s been a bit of a long week, to be completely honest,” you sigh. A pair of red eyes appears in your coffee as your mind wanders momentarily. Taking a deep breath and curling your lips into a forced grin, you quickly gather yourself and add, “But, anyway, it’s alright. I’m sure you’re much more exhausted than I am given what you have to do on a daily basis.”

“The nature of our jobs may be different, but I’m sure you’ve been just as busy as I have.”

You chuckle softly at his words and add, “You fight curses and I make baked goods. I’m sure one’s a bit more taxing than the other. Or, at least, more life-threatening.”

“Both deserve appreciation,” he states in his usual, matter of fact tone that never fails to amuse you. Though he’s completely serious, you always find a bit of humor in his straightforward manner of speaking, especially when he argues the essential nature of your job. “I know that you make this specifically for me just to make my life that much easier—” he taps the wrapped loaf of bread with one of his long fingers—“so, I appreciate your work and what you do.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, making you lower your head bashfully while you take a long drink of coffee. It’s a surprise your voice doesn’t falter when you comment, “You’re too kind to me.”

“There’s no such thing in your case. I’m simply being honest.” There’s a short silence that ensues his compliment, during which you try to slow your racing heart by glancing out the window at the other shops, cars, and people all distorted by watery veins across the glass. Nanami’s gaze doesn’t leave yours, however, and he inquires, “Are you taking care of yourself?”

Somewhat dozily, you echo, “Taking care of myself?” as your eyes flutter shut so you can think for a moment. Almost immediately, they fly open once more at the sight of those red orbs piercing the darkness once more. “I just… haven’t been getting enough sleep, I don’t think.”

“Is something bothering you?”

The expression of concern on his face could easily be mistaken for frustration or disgust, given the way his lips are pursed, and brows angled downwards. But you know from experience that those emotions are reserved for conversations about his work, rather than those regarding you, and his level of interest warms your heart. “I… I saw something earlier this week, and… it was a bit unsettling, is all.”

You can’t help but notice how his full attention is on you when your eyes meet again. Neither his pastry nor his steaming cup of coffee is on his mind, since neither one is in his hands. Instead, his gaze searches yours for the answer that you’re not speaking. Before he can attempt to coax it out of you with another question, you quickly realize that the conversation has veered off in a direction you deem selfish given your desire to allow your most devoted customer a peaceful refuge from the world under the roof of your shop.

“Please, I really don’t want to worry you,” you speak quickly, your hands moving energetically for extra emphasis. Unfortunately, your fingers nudge the cup in front of you just hard enough to topple it over rather dramatically, and its contents flow across the table in a dark wave that has you uttering a curse word under your breath and reaching for the napkin dispenser. Your fingertips are met with plastic, bringing you to realization you’d forgotten to refill it after the morning rush. “I’m so sorry. I’m really out of it today, it seems. Give me a second while I run to the back, okay?”

Before he can respond, you’re up and making a beeline for the kitchen and storage room, cursing yourself on the way there for being so clumsy. A rush of unusually cold air along with the sound of rain pounding the ground greets you when you set foot in the kitchen, and your gaze moves across the room to where the back door is mysteriously ajar. You shudder, but not just because of the chill.

I just got the lock on that damn door fixed…

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, and your feet feel as if they’ve been replaced by sacks of bricks when you try to lift them. It’s as if every fiber in your body is resisting any and all movement toward the door even though you know you can’t leave it open. The horrible sense of dread welling up inside of you almost makes you want to call for Nanami but telling yourself you’re just being dramatic allows you to walk to the other end of the room, but it feels like miles separate you and the far wall.

With a deep breath, you shut the door once more, returning the air within the kitchen to its original stillness, but the weight of the silence that follows feels crushing. And that’s when you hear it. The low, distorted rumbling that you’d heard nearly every night this week from outside your bedroom window. You almost don’t want to look, but when you finally muster enough courage to follow the direction of the ominous sound, you’re met with that same, red gaze that had burned through the gap between your shutters at night.

A few feet away, in a corner that seems much darker than usual, a disfigured but humanoid hand splays across the tiled flooring as the curse who’d been making house calls pulls itself out of the shadowy depths it’s created. Your breath hitches in your throat as fear takes hold, its cold grip freezing your body in place so all you can do is watch as the creature rises up from the floor and stares at you hungrily from where it stands on all fours.

Before you can even understand what’s happening, it lunges at you with a shriek. Thankfully, one of the loudest screams you can muster leaves your mouth, and your survival instincts break you free of the paralysis your emotions had trapped you in. You’re barely able to evade the curse’s grip as you run around the corner of a counter and grab the closest thing to you in the moment, which happens to be a broom. Furiously, and without thinking, you whack the creature as hard as you can while you try to run back towards the shop.

“Kento!” you shout, words accompanied by a loud hiss as you slip, falling against the cold tiles with a thud. The arm you use to brace yourself courses with pain, but that doesn’t stop you from using your free arm to continue throttling the curse with your barely effective weapon of choice.

Just as you see a shadowy hand reach out towards you to grab you, your vision is suddenly obscured by the familiar, sandy brown of Nanami’s suit. In an instant, he’s swinging his cleaver in front of him with his cursed technique that downs the beast in one fell swoop. Once the threat has been eliminated, your knight in business attire places his weapon in its holster on his back and bends down to check on you.

Any questions he asks you are lost in a hum of shock that rings in your ears for a moment, and you find yourself unable to do anything but stare at where your otherworldly assailant had been looming over you mere seconds ago. However, a sudden moment of clarity brings you back to reality, and you finally meet Nanami’s gaze, feel his hands on your arms, and hear his voice.

“It was waiting for me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The curse,” you clarify before repeating, “Bastard was waiting for me.”

As he helps you up to your feet and gets you settled back down at the booth you’d previously occupied—and that he’d cleaned, you notice—you explain to him the story of the unsettling visitor whose loitering had robbed you of your sleep the entire week. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you could see curses?” he wonders, taking off his suit jacket and draping it around your shoulders when he notices you shivering. Whether you’re doing so out of shock or your body’s need to maintain its natural temperature, you’re unsure, but the warmth of the garment he sheds soon puts an end to it.

“I don’t know,” you answer slowly, eyes steadily making their way up to his face where it hovers above your arm so he can carefully place a bag of ice he’d wrapped in a towel on the steadily swelling lump adorning your forearm. “I think it’s because I wish I couldn’t see them and saying that I can would really make me think about all the horrible things I’ve seen.”

“Do you have any other injuries?” His touch is gentle in an unexpected way, given the level of his strength and the ease with which he’d disposed of your attacker, and you can’t help but watch his fingers rearrange the bag of ice to cover your injury after you shake your head in response. “Give me a moment,” he states, retrieving his phone from his pocket, “I’m calling a coworker to take us back to Jujutsu High’s campus so you can have a proper examination.”

“I’m okay! I promise!” you splutter quickly, but the pain in your side that suddenly makes itself known when you try to stand causes you to grimace and further solidifies his suspicions. “I don’t want you to work more than you have to.”

He ignores you and delivers a very to the point message to his colleague with information about your whereabouts anyway. After he hangs up, a feeling of appreciation spurs you to open the palm of your opposite hand as you extend it towards him and rest it on the table. He returns your gesture by placing his unoccupied hand in yours so your fingers can wrap around it tenderly. But even once you’ve given it a gentle squeeze, he doesn’t make any attempts to retreat from your grip.

Quietly, you ask, as your heart flutters in your chest, “Why are you doing this for me?”

With a gentle sigh, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of amusement meet yours. “Do you remember the first day we met?” You nod and a small smile forms across your lips at the pleasant memory coming back to you, pushing away all the worries and doubts that had been previously swirling around your head.

“I came in here, asking if you sold my favorite type of bread. You told me you didn’t—much to my dismay. However, you looked at me for a long moment and I don’t know what it was you saw in me, but whatever it was spurred you to say, come back again tomorrow, and I’ll have some made for you.”

The short pause he takes while his gaze shifts to the bread you’d given him earlier is filled with the soft music playing throughout the shop. “I’ve thought about how you could’ve just said no and been done with me. We didn’t have any obligations to one another. We were just strangers. Yet, you chose to go out of your way for me.”

“You were exhausted.”

He watches you expectantly, so you explain, “That’s what I saw in you. That you were just so, so tired, Kento; and I wanted to do anything I could to give you some peace of mind. That’s why I make it, just for you.” A giddy grin spreads across your lips at being reminded of how your coworkers had always asked if you were making the special loaf whenever you’d been working on your own in the kitchen after your first meeting with Nanami.

“Plus,” you continue, “you’re a jujutsu sorcerer. You’re constantly putting your own life on the line for the rest of us, so you should be able to enjoy a simple pleasure like being able to eat your favorite bread.”

When he smiles, the pain throbbing deep beneath your skin subsides for just a second. It’s such a rarity to see that tough and somewhat aloof demeanor of his break and give way to what you’re witnessing now that you wish you could stop time and hold onto this moment forever. But what he says next makes you glad that it continues without a care in the world about what you desire.

“You asked why I’m doing this for you. From the first day I met you, you’ve made it clear that you care about me. Please, let me show you that the feeling is mutual.”

Maybe it’s a combination of the week you’ve had or the fact that you’d just narrowly avoided death thanks to the man sitting in front of you, but his words nearly bring tears to your eyes; and your heart swells with affection at every effort he makes to do right by his promise. He helps you gather your belongings, even going so far as to sling your bag over his shoulder, places an arm around you to support you and keep you under the cover of his umbrella while the two of you walk out to his colleague’s car, and allows you access to his hand to hold during the car ride to campus.

“Kento.” His attention shifts over to you from where it had been directed towards the window, watching the city pass by outside. Placing your other palm atop the back of his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you say, “Thank you so much. I really appreciate you.”

“As I do you.”

fun fact that didn’t make it in the fic: nanami didn’t say it, but he thinks you’re ruthless for going after a curse with a broom. and maybe a bit insane. but he’s certainly not put off by it.

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Serendipity - Part III. (Harry Styles)

a/n: hey guys!! thank you so much for those who read the last part and took the time to like/reblog/leave feedback! i want to stress how important it is that you guys do any of these things bc these are the only things that writers can use to see how their works are doing so PLEASE!! take that 30 sec to like/reblog and if you enjoyed, PLEASE leave a few words!! with this being said, here is part 3, hope you guys will enjoy it!

pairing: Harry x OC (Annalise Lloyd)

word count: 10k

warning: it gets a little steamy? not too much tho

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Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it.

The kitchen was utter disaster before Harry has finally gotten around to clean up after cooking. Wiping all surfaces clean and washing every dish he used in the process he quickly sets his dining table for three people before diving into one of his wardrobes, mining after the board games he keeps around. There’s an impressive pile of them, all kinds and he really hopes they’ll be able to find something Benji likes. Checking the time he sees that he has only about twenty minutes left before his guests arrive, so he locks himself up in the bathroom. Washing away all the smells from the kitchen, he walks out with a clean towel wrapped around his waist, thinking about a suitable fit for the occasion.

Lis has texted him earlier to ask about the required dress code and he set it as casual/comfortable so now he has to dress according to that as well.

Pulling on a pair of light-washed jeans he pairs it with a simple white t-shirt and a grey cardigan. It’s a simple outfit, but he feels like it’s just perfect for the occasion. Checking the time once again he notes that he has only a few minutes left, when the doorbell rings. He steps to the intercom and sees through the security camera that it’s her.

“Hey, just park behind the Rover,” he instructs talking into the intercom and opening up the gate for her.

Quickly, he checks himself out one last time in the mirror next to the front door before opening it up, watching her car pull up behind his, the engine shutting before the door of the driver seat opens. Annalise appears in his sight with a warm smile, wearing jeans and a black, baggy jumper, her hair up in a loose ponytail.

“Hey!” she calls out before stepping to one of the back seats, opening up the door to help Benji out. Harry can’t push down the smile when he sees the little boy hop out of his seat holding a little blue envelope. He is wearing a white and blue checkered button-up with black jeans, looking like a little gentleman, Harry notes. He doesn’t seem shy or startled to be at a new place meeting someone he has only seen once before. Annalise takes his hand and the two of them walk up to Harry who is holding the door open for them.

“Hello!” Benji greets him with a sweet smile as they walk up the few stairs to the front door.

“Hi Benji. Nice to see you again,” Harry nods with a smile before looking up at Lis. “You too,” he adds.

“Thanks for having up,” she smiles, leading Benji inside as Harry closes the door. “Shoes,” she tells Benji, who takes off his sneakers without a fuss. Harry doesn’t have the heart to tell them they could have kept their shoes on, it doesn’t matter to him. Instead, he reaches into the small wardrobe in the hallway, fishing out slippers for them. Luckily, he has a few child ones as well, since some of his friends bring their kids around so he got a few just in case. Now it comes handy.

“Thank you,” Annalise smiles before instructing the little boy to put on his pair.

“This is for you,” Benji holds out the envelope for Harry, who looks down at it in surprise.

“Oh, thank you!” he answers, feeling startled and curious about what’s inside. He fidgets it open and pulls out the drawing that was hidden inside.

It’s a car, that he is sure about. A quite cool looking car if he is being honest. The coloring is a little off the lines and the portions are not quite right, but it’s a nice drawing, he thinks to himself. In the right corner of the page he sees the name BENJI spelt out, the letters looking a little wobbly and crooked, but it’s crystal clear.

“You drew this?” Harry questions raising his eyebrows at the little boy. Benji nods with a proud smile. “Wow, it’s amazing. Where should I put it?” he muses holding the drawing up as Benji looks around.

“Mommy always puts my drawings on the fridge,” he then answers and Harry nods.

“That’s a nice place. I think it’ll look good on my fridge. Come on, help me put it up.”

The boy follows him without a word, walking into the spacious kitchen, right to his fridge. He takes a magnet and hangs it in the middle as they all look at the new decoration

“Thank you, I think it looks great here,” Harry concludes and Benji nods in agreement.

“Benji, why don’t you wash your hand quickly before we eat?” Annalise tells him before looking at Harry. “Where’s a bathroom?”

“See that door on the left? That’s the one,” Harry explains to Benji and he nods again, running off to do his duty.

“He insisted bringing the drawing when I told him we’d be coming here today,” Annalise shares with Harry and he smiles at her, feeling touched.

“Very thoughtful.”

“Is there anything you need help with around here?” she asks, her eyes roaming around the kitchen and Harry is thankful he cleaned up after he was done with the cooking.

“No, everything is set and done. You just enjoy your time here,” he smirks and she smiles at him thankfully before Benji returns from the bathroom. “You like chicken strips, Benji?” he asks the boy upon his arrival. His eyes glisten at the mention of food, nodding eagerly as Annalise chuckles.

“That’s all he orders when we go to KFC,” she lets Harry in who grins down at Benji.

“Then this is your lucky day.”

Annalise helps Harry bring the food to the table and they all take their seats, Benji eyeing everything on the table with hungry eyes. They dig into it and Harry is relieved to see that his guests are enjoying the meal.

Harry was never afraid he wouldn’t get along well with the little boy, he is amazing around kids, easy to create a bond with them under any circumstances. It doesn’t take him long to get him to talk about school, his friends and what he likes doing in his freetime, making sure he pays enough attention to Lis as well. His home often feels empty during the days, he only has company over mostly in the evenings, but that doesn’t happen often either. So having them around brings a warm feeling to his chest as their chatter fills the room.

“So then we won and Eddy’s mum took us out to have pizza so it was great,” Benji finishes another story, his plate has emptied out not so long ago. As Harry peeks over at Lis, he sees how lovingly she is looking down at the little boy sitting across her. It’s clearer than daylight that Benji is her whole wide world and he has no problem being second after the boy. He thinks that’s just how it should be anyway and the thought that some men ever thought otherwise… it irks his buttons for sure.

“Benji, why don’t you go ahead and choose a game from the pile while we clean up the table?” Annalise tells him once everyone is done eating. He cheers in excitement and runs straight to the hoard of games waiting for him in the living room.

Harry and Lis clean the table and bring all the dirty dishes to the sink, she starts washing them without a word.

“You don’t have to,” Harry tells her, but she shakes her head.

“You cooked, I’m cleaning. Just put the leftover away,” she says smiling at him.

Harry packs away what was left from the lunch and then leans against the counter next to Lis. His eyes wander over her form, just the sight of her in the comfort of his home bubbles something deep inside him he’s been looking for for some time now. This warmth in his chest, the domesticity of such a simple thing of having her washing the dishes makes the house feel more of a home than ever.

“Do you cook often?” she asks, glancing at him shortly.

“Not as often as I probably should,” he admits. “I don’t find the time for it that often. When I’m home I tend to feel a little restless, like I should be doing something else, working on something, so I end up in my studio room down in the basement, recording something I won’t even use later.”

“Sounds like you overwork yourself.”

“Don’t have anything else to put my energy into just yet,” he shrugs his shoulders simply. “Well, at least that’s how it used to be,” he adds, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet her gaze. A soft blush tints her cheeks before she turns back to the sink, finishing up the washing.

Annalise just chuckles when Benji chooses to play with UNO out of all the games Harry has to offer, but neither of them questions his choice. The three of them make themselves comfortable in the living room, Lis and Benji sit on the couch while Harry takes one of his armchairs while Benji mixes the cards. They seem to be a little too big for his hands, but he manages to finish the task just fine. They play round after round and Harry lets Benji win as much as possible, always pretending to be bummed that he lost the game. Only twice does Lis win, but Benji doesn’t mind that he has to share the victory with his mum, he has great manners, Harry notes once again.

Lis finds herself watching Harry with a fluttering heart. Every time he interacts with Benji something inside her chest feels to be growing. The way he treats the little boy, how he doesn’t seem to mind having him in the spotlight and the way he looks genuinely interested in anything Benji tells him about makes her completely forget about the doubts she was heaving before arriving. Even though she decided to be open to whatever fate has for her about Harry, she couldn’t just magically overcome all her fears from her previous experiences. She did think about canceling today, feeling reluctant if it would be a good idea or not, but now she couldn’t be happier with her choice.

Benji announces that he needs to use the toilet for something big, as he phrases, making Harry smile before he runs off to do his business.

“Sorry, he can be quite blunt sometimes,” Lis explains leaning back while Harry shuffles the cards once again.

“S’fine. He is great,” he grins, eyes meeting hers and the lock for a little longer than they intended, but they both find it hard to look away.

“Thanks for today. He is having a great time.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry he would let you know if he didn’t,” she chuckles making him laugh. “As I said, he can be pretty blunt.”

“I think it’s great. That he is not afraid to say what’s on his mind. I’m sure he doesn’t have trouble making friends.”

“He does not. He has this group of friends, it’s the five of them, all boys, they are like a little gang and I feel like Benji is some kind of leader. But not like a bossy one. They were all over at ours for his birthday and I was afraid he would act like a little king, but he always made sure to include everyone.” “That’s amazing. You taught him so well, Lis. Really, you should be very proud of yourself.” Not knowing how long Benji will take, he dares to take his seat next to Lis, he turns to face her, pulling a leg up, his knee brushing against the side of her thigh. The urge to just lean in and kiss her is growing, but he tells him he needs to keep himself at bay, not sure how far he is allowed to go.

She feels his hesitation, she sees the way he glances down at her lips longingly and she wants to give in. She almost does, because her attraction towards Harry grows with each passing moment, but just when she is about to give in, she hears Benji flush the toilet, kind of breaking the moment. Licking her lips she takes a deep breath to get her into the right mindset before Benji arrives back.

“Can we build a card castle?” Benji asks excited as he runs back into the living room, not even noticing that Harry has taken his spot on the couch. He kneels down next to the coffee table, taking the cards and starting anyway.

Harry pays one last lingering look to Lis before turning his attention back at the boy, lending him a helping hand in the building process.

It’s way past five by the time Annalise and Benji are getting ready to leave. Benji managed to convince them to watch a movie once he got bored with the cards, so they ended up in Harry’s movie room, which completely blew his mind away and they watched Zootopia.

Now Benji is rambling about his football game coming up next weekend and how he’ll score the most goals for sure.

“Will you come to see me, Harry?” he asks with bright eyes, the question catches him by surprise, but Lis as well. Harry glances up at her immediately, not sure what to say.

“Oh, Benji, Harry might have work that day—“

“I would love to,” he blurts out and it’s the truth. “I-If it’s fine by you as well,” he adds, still looking at her.

“Are you sure you’re not busy?”

“Lis, I wouldn’t say it if I was busy. I think I can make it work, but I’ll check back with you later this week, alright?”

“Yeah. Sure,” she nods, clearly surprised how quickly Benji grew a liking to him.

“Yay! See you later then, Harry!” Benji cheers, waving goodbye to Harry who feels touched by this little gesture. He runs down the stairs and jolts right towards the car, Lis following him behind.

Harry watches her help him into the car, shutting the door once he is all buckled up and instead of getting into the car as well, she walks back up to Harry who is still standing at the door. When she walks up the stairs she pushes him a little back into the house so they fall out of Benji’s sight, Harry is a little puzzled, but he quickly forgets about his racing thoughts once Annalise’s lips meet his in a sweet kiss.

Pushing his surprise aside he is quick to recover, arms circling around her waist while hers cup his cheeks gently. It’s not a long kiss, neither a passionate one, but it’s exactly what they both needed. Their lips move in sync and he hesitantly, but licks her bottom lip before their tongues meet in the middle.

“Lunch sometime this week?” she asks, quite out of breath, the smallest smile tugging on her plump lips.

“Yeah, I-I’ll text you?” he breathes out, lips still tingling from the kiss he has been dreaming about for quite a while now.

“Okay,” she chuckles, placing a soft peck to his lips before turning around and going back to her car.

Harry stands at the door, stunned and completely blown away as he watches them leave, Benji waves in his way one last time before they disappear, out the gate, out of his sight.

“You are oddly quiet, but like, in a good way” Chloé states, eyes examining her best friend as they are sitting comfortably on a bench at the nearby park they often take Benji out. It has a nice and popular playground right in the middle and Benji loves playing with the kids from around the neighborhood here.

Annalise just smirks innocently, shrugging her shoulder, fingers digging into the apple slices in the box she packed as a snack.

“You also haven’t told me about a certain singer lately, but from the glow on your face, I assume things are going great?” she nudges her, happy to see Lis so happy and careless.

“I guess,” she shortly nods, still avoiding to look at her best friend.

“Elaborate. You know I’m too nosy not to know every little detail,” Chloé teases her, making her laugh.

“Oh, I know how nosy you are, don’t worry.”

“So? How is our favorite singer?”

“He is… fine. We’ve been getting close.”

“Which means…?”

“Which means that we’ve been meeting up constantly.”

“For fuck’s sake, Lis, would you just give me the whole thing? Why do I have to pull it out of you word by word?”

“What do you want to know?” Annalise chuckles at her impatient friend.

“How big?” she bluntly asks, making Lis gasp at the question.

“That I don’t know and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“How mean! I deserve to know it! Though I’m disappointed you haven’t jumped his bones yet.”

“What were you expecting? We’ve been seeing each other for a little over a month only. In mother time, that’s like… two days,” she jokes.

“Stop with this bullshit. You might be a mother, but you’re still a 25 year-old hot bitch.”

“Hearing you call me a mother and a bitch in the same sentence is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously on-point,” Chloé scoffs. “Alright, so tell me, what’s stopping you from sleeping with him? You know you can always bring Benji over for a sleepover so you can shag Mr. One Direction.”

“And now you are mentioning Benji and shagging in the same sentence, would you stop?” Annalise chuckles, stuffing another slice of apple into her mouth.

“I’m just trying to get you laid!”

“Well, I don’t need help, okay?” she retorts, but her fast response gets Chloé to think.

“Wait, you have something planned already, right?” Annalise doesn’t answer, her eyes dart over to Benji at the swings playing with two other little boys, but the blush on her cheeks gives her away. “Oh shit! You have something planned! Tell me!”

“Why would I tell you when you’ll just make fun of me?” she sighs, finally turning to face her.

“I would never make fun of you shagging the hottest singer in Britain. No, in the whole world, probably.”

Huffing to herself, Lis looks around, making sure no one hears what they are talking about, before turning back to Chloé.

“Benji has a sleepover birthday party next weekend. I thought I would… ask Harry if he wants to come over. I’d cook something, get some wine… you know. A kind of cozy date night.”

“That’s literally the sweetest shit ever,” Chloé sighs. “Now I feel horribly single.”

“Stop it!” Lis chuckles. “You have at least five men waiting for your call.”

“Yeah, whatever. So, does this late night involve the dirty deed?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” she admits shyly. It’s been so long since she was intimate with anyone, she sometimes feels like a silly teenage girl, especially when it comes to Harry. He makes her feel things she thought she would never experience.

“Go girl! Get that D!” Chloé cheers, making Lis gasp at her bluntness once again.

“Chlo! There are kids around!”

“If a kid knows what the D means, their childhood is already ruined, so don’t come for me.”

“Chloé! Come see what I can do!” Benji emerges from the group of kids, dragging Chloé with himself, leaving Annalise alone on the bench.

Now that she said her plans with Harry out loud, she can’t help but feel nervous. What if it’s too soon? Or what if Harry is not even free that evening? Scared that her dream date might go down the drain, she grabs her phone from her bag and dials his number.

“Hey!” he greets her cheerfully, always so happy to hear from her.

“Hi, am I bothering you?”

“No, I’m just in the car. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask if… you had any plans next Saturday.”

“I have a studio session until six, but I’m free after that. What do you have in mind?” Harry asks, a little surprised she asked him out, but it’s clearly making his chest warm up, knowing that she is thinking about him too.

“Benji was invited to a birthday party and it’s a sleepover… So I’ll have the house for myself. I thought I could cook something, we could have some wine, you know.” She nervously scratches the bench next to her thigh, nervous to hear his reaction to the idea.

“Oh, that sounds perfect! But if you’re cooking, let me take care of the wine. What kind do you like?”

“Um, I’m not an expert. Bring whatever you like, I’m sure I’ll be fine with that too.”

“Okay, but I won’t be the one to drink it,” he chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t drink and drive, Love.”

“Why—“ she cuts herself off realizing what Harry meant. He didn’t think it would involve him staying the night, so now she has to bring that up as well. Just great. “Harry, you wouldn’t have to drive,” she says, hoping her tone gives away the real meaning behind her words.

“Oh,” Harry breathes out, clearly surprised. “Are you sure?”

“I am. So, bring whatever you like.”

“Alright. Great,” he says and she just knows he is grinning ear to ear. “Saturday it is then. Does lunch on Wednesday still stand?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “See you later then.”

Annalise’s hand slides down her sides, smoothing the fabric softly on her frame, her eyes cautiously examining the outfit. She’s changed about three times now, feeling so nervous that she finds something in everything he puts on. She knows she is running out of time, but she still can’t put her critiques aside. She wants to look perfect for Harry.

At last, she forces herself to stay in the white satin dress that hugs her curves just perfectly. She doesn’t like it that her arms are on display, but since the oven has been on for hours now, the whole place feels so hot and she doesn’t want to sweat out of her clothes for sure. She quickly brushes her hair and fixes some smudged mascara off from under her eyes before shuffling into the kitchen to check the chicken in the oven. It’s coming together perfectly, the top is already starting to look nice and crisp, she’ll just give it a few more minutes before turning the heat off.

She puts on some soft music quietly to fill the silence, and quickly fixes the pillows on the couch just when the doorbell rings, making her jump a little. Taking a deep breath she rushes over and swings it open, revealing Harry standing on the doormat, wearing black and white checkered pants with a black button down shirt, the first few buttons left undone to give her a teasing look of his tattooed chest. He is holding two bottles of champagnes in his left hand as he smirks down at her.

“Hey, come in!” she breathes out in excitement.

“Hi,” he smiles and as he steps inside, he leans down, kissing her lips softly. “You look beautiful,” he compliments her, making her blush in a heartbeat.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” He nods smiling as she locks the door and turns to her holding the bottles up.

“Couldn’t really decide, so I brought a white and a red one.”

Her eyes fall on the bottles and though she is not an expert, she can tell those wines cannot be bought in a Tesco, they must cost a fortune.

“Harry you shouldn’t have—“ “None of that,” he cuts her off. “Just want you to have a nice evening, okay?”

Breathing out, her features softens as she steps closer and places a soft peck to his lips.

“Food is almost done. Would you mind helping me set the table?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

While Annalise takes the chicken out and finishes up the last touches, Harry sets the table carefully and opens one of the wines, filling two glasses. He helps her carry the food to the dining table and can’t help but notice how nervous she seems.

“Hey,” he softly says putting a hand to her knee gently as they sit at the table. “Stop worrying, okay? No pressure.” “I’m sorry, it’s just… been so long that I’ve been in this position,” she breathes out nervously.

“I just want you to have a good time, alright? I’m happy with just being around you, honestly.” “I hate how understanding you always are,” she chuckles and he raises his eyebrows at him.

“What do you mean?” he asks in amusement.

“It’s just… this voice in the back of my mind keeps telling me to keep my guards up, but you literally give me no reason to do that, being such a gentleman and all. So I’m having this… nonsense conflict with myself,” she admits chuckling. “Sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

“No, I get it. Totally. I’m sorry that you feel that way and… I just want you to know that we have time. Whenever you finally let go of your doubts, I’ll be happy about it, but I’ll stay here in the meanwhile as well.”

For a moment, she feels like she is about to start crying. No one has ever made her feel this safe, especially not a man she was dating, but Harry managed to bring her this sense of comfort from the very first moment. Even when she was planning to never see him again, her heart was aching to leave such a wonderful man.

“Thank you,” she breathes out and leaning closer, she kisses him. It’s a longer one, but not too hard, more of a lingering touch of their lips. Harry’s hand reaches up to cup her face and as his thumb runs along her cheekbone a shiver runs down her spine.

Pulling back she takes a deep breath to settle herself in reality.

“Alright. Um… let’s eat, I’m starving.”

As the wine diminishes gradually, the more loose they both become, keeping up the conversation without any breaks. Nothing is off-topic, they can talk about anything and everything. Harry insists taking up on the washing duty, so while he is elbows deep in the sink, Lis stands next to her with a kitchen towel to dry the dishes. They both feel a little giddy, but thanks to the food, neither of them drunk just yet. It’s the perfect amount of tipsy, her cheeks are flushed and his fingertips are buzzing. The fear she felt earlier about where the night would head has slowly turned into pure desire. She wants this, she wants him, more than she has wanted anyone in her life.

“Thank you for the amazing food,” he murmurs once everything is spotless and clean. His hands find her waist, pulling her against his chest, her fingertips dance across his chest until they find the soft curls at the back of his neck.

“Mm, thanks for the amazing wine,” she comments cheekily, making him chuckle before he dips his head down and captures her lips in a sweet kiss.

It starts innocently, so light and delicate, but soon enough they both grow hungrier, needing more and more. His fingers dig into the small of her back, wrinkling the soft fabric of her dress as he turns them until she is trapped between him and the counter behind her. She buries her fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful in each hand, making him moan from the gentle tugging. He is quick to hoist her up, making her sit on the countertop and her knees part on their own, letting him stand close to her.

His lips travel down to her jawline, down her neck and delicate collarbone, leaving lustful kisses everywhere he can, making her get wetter with each touch he leaves on her soft skin.

“Harry,” she breathes out when his ring clad fingers dig into her thighs, pulling her forward so her center meets his hips and it’s clear just how excited he is about the situation.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he breathes out against her neck before his lips return to hers, kissing her harder than ever.

“Don’t fucking stop. Just… take this to the bedroom, yea?” she pants and he nods, pushing himself away a little so she can hop off the counter.

She leads the way up to the bedroom and though Harry would love to look around in this very intimate space of hers, he is a little too occupied at the moment. Before she could reach the bed he grabs the end of her dress and pulls it off swiftly, leaving her in her matching bra and thong, something she bought especially for this occasion.

“Lis, fuck,” he whines, so whipped by how amazing she looks.

“Let’s get rid of this as well,” she whispers, biting into her bottom lip as her fingers work fast on his buttons, the shirt soon joining her dress somewhere on the floor. She can’t stop herself from running her palms up and down his chest, feeling the heat of his body under her skin, making her lose her breath.

He grabs a hold of her thighs easily, earning a small squeak from her as he walks the rest of the way to the bed and throws her to it, getting on top of her without hesitation. His lips are quick to meet the soft skin on her neck once again, nipping it gently, making her back arch from sensation. The kisses wander down her collarbone, the swell of her breasts and he just can’t get enough of her. He is taking his time with the exposed skin, a hand sliding between her back and the mattress, working on the clasp.

“Is this okay?” he pants the question and she nods immediately. The clasp comes undone and she wiggles her shoulders until the straps slide down her arms. He is the one to grab the bra and throw it away. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he breathes out at the sight of her exposed chest, making her tremble from his words. She has never been so praised and appreciated before, Harry makes her feel like she really is the only woman to exist.

A hand comes up to cup her left breast while kissing her right one until his lips wrap around her pebbled nipple, sucking on it gently.

“Fuck! Yes!” she moans, her fingers lacing through his hair. She is completely lost in him, all she sees, hears and feels is Harry and at that moment she is convinced that it’s what has to happen. She wouldn’t be anywhere else with anyone else than him right now.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she pulls him up so their lips meet again in a hungry, demanding kiss as her hands slide down to his pants, eager to get it undone as fast as possible. Once it’s done, he is quick to push them down his long legs, leaving him in only his boxer briefs, a moan escaping his pink, swollen lips when his erection meets her heated core once he is right above her.

That’s it. That’s the moment from where there’s no turning back, not that any of them want to, they are both so desperate to get closer, they wouldn’t want it to end for anything.

Her hands move down his chest until her fingers reach the elastic band of his underwear. She hooks her pointing fingers into it on both sides and just as she is about to pull them down, her phone starts ringing.

“Fuck,” she pulls away, her chest heaving wildly and he is just as big of a mess as she is. Reaching for the device on the nightstand, her eyes go wide seeing the caller. “Fuck, oh my God, I need to take this. It’s Sylvia, she is the mom where Benji is sleeping over,” she jabbers, grabbing the covers to pull over her chest out of instinct.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Harry nods, trying his best to catch his breath.

“Sylvia! Hi! Everything alright?” she starts answering the call.

“Hey, sorry to call you so late, but Benji is not feeling too good.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“He says his tummy hurts, tried to give him some tea, but I didn’t know what kind of medicine you use, so I didn’t give him anything. He says he wants to go home.”

“Oh, shit. Okay, uh, I can’t drive, I’ve had some wine already,” she breathes out in frustration, feeling her panic taking over.

“Oh, it’s alright, Pete can take him home if it’s alright by you.”

“Yes, thank you so much! Thank you for calling!”

“It’s alright. I’ll get him ready and I think they’ll be home in about fifteen.”

“Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience,” she apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it. I hope he’ll feel better!”

The call ends, leaving Lis in a frantic state and Harry knows something is wrong.

“What happened?” he asks sitting up on the bed.

“I, uhh—Benji, he is not feeling well so the birthday kid’s dad is bringing him home,” she answers, already getting out of the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt and shorts from a pile of clothes near her wardrobe. “Shit,” she curses when she struggles to put on the sweatshirt, her arm getting stuck in it.

“Hey, slow down, it’s all fine. Go get whatever medicine he needs, can I help with anything?” Harry stands up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and he gets dressed as well.

“Um, there is a blue blanket he likes to sleep with when he is sick. Can you find that for me? It’s in there somewhere,” she gestures towards her wardrobe and Harry nods, starting his search right away. “Harry I’m so sorry, this—“

“Don’t worry about it. Just do what you need to do,” he shushes her and she sends him a thankful look before running out to get everything ready by the time Benji arrives.

Annalise is already outside when the car arrives, greeting Pete with soft thank you’s as she helps Benji out of the car. He looks tired and a frown tugs on his sweet features now, he clearly doesn’t feel well.

“Oh baby, come on,” she coos at him softly. “Thank you Pete!”

“No problem. Get well, Champ!” the man waves before them off before getting in the car and driving away.

“What hurts, Sweety?” she asks Benji as they walk inside.

“My tummy!” he whispers frowning.

“Alright, I’ll get you some medicine and then you can sleep, alright?”

“Harry?” he asks, looking a little surprised, finding the man standing in the kitchen, the blue blanket in his hands.

“Hi Benji. Not feeling good?” he asks softly, looking down at the little boy with nothing but patience and sympathy. Benji shakes his head pouting.

“Here,” Harry softly says and hands the boy the blanket, who mumbles a soft thank you.

“Mummy, can I sleep with you?” he pleads looking up at Lis.

“Yeah, of course, come on. Let’s get you settled.” She gives him his medication, gets him changed and makes him comfortable in her bed, tucked in his blue blanket.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” she whispers softly, kissing his forehead. He nods into the pillow, already drifting off to sleep. Walking out she closes the door quietly, heading back down where Harry is sitting at the kitchen island. He hears her footsteps and he stands up from the stool, feeling a little lost after everything that just happened.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting it,” she apologizes right away, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry. How is he?”

“We’ll see in the morning. Maybe he just ate something that upset his stomach.”

“That’s good,” he nods, brushing his palms down his thighs. “I’ll, um, call a taxi and leave—“

“Don’t!” she finds herself replying right away, surprising the both of them. “I-I… I don’t want you to leave, I just…”

“I could… stay on the couch,” he offers, eyes softening on her. “If it’s alright for me to still spend the night.”

“Of course. I want you here. I’m sorry our night got ruined.”

“Don’t even say that.” He takes her hands and pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her hunched frame.

“I just… I’m sorry, this is… This is my life, and—“

“I know,” he cuts her off. “And honestly, I’m fine with it, okay? Don’t worry about me. Benji needed you, we’ll have another time to ourselves, alright? I loved tonight nevertheless, don’t try to convince yourself otherwise.”

She nods quietly, his lips meet her forehead before she tilts her head back and kisses him.

“It’s a pullout. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket,” she tells him. While she gathers the necessities, he moves the small coffee table aside and pulls the couch out. Annalise brings him everything he needs and makes sure he is at least comfortable now that he was forced to spend the night in the living room.

“Thank you for being so understanding,” she whispers, kissing him one last time.

“Always,” he murmurs, his nose nudging against hers playfully. “Good night.”

“Good night, Harry.”

With one last peck she leaves. Benji is all curled up in her bed and as she lies beside him, her thoughts relentlessly go out to the man sleeping on the couch right now. Even with the unpleasant turn of events, tonight has been everything she could dream of. If only they had more time alone…

Benji is still asleep, spread out on the bed when Annalise wakes up. Rubbing her eyes she sees that it’s only barely past eight, so Benji will be asleep a little longer for sure. She carefully gets out of the bed and ties her hair up, trying her best to tame her messy locks. When she walks out of the room she hears glasses clinking downstairs and arriving to the kitchen she is surprised to see Harry there, deep in focus as he is trying to figure out how to make the coffee machine work.

“Morning!” she smiles walking inside. He turns in the direction of her voice, a smile playing on his pink lips. He is wearing the same clothes as last night, but his hair is now messy, eyes a little puffy from his sleep.

“Hey! Sorry for barging into the kitchen alone, just wanted to make some coffee.”

“It’s alright,” she smiles back and stepping closer she steals a quick kiss. “Let me help.”

The two of them move around each other, Harry finishes up the coffees after Lis has showed him how to make the machine work, and in the meanwhile she makes some toasties quickly. Then they sit at the kitchen island, eating silently and appreciating this moment they have to themselves in the morning.

“Lis, I wanted to talk about something.”

“Yeah?” she turns to him, sipping on her coffee.

“I’m… flying to LA in two days.”

She stops chewing as his words sink in. All this time she almost completely forgot that Harry’s life is not always based in London. They were just lucky enough to have some time to themselves with him staying in the same place for a longer time.

“Oh. Okay.”

“It’s gonna be two weeks. I have some important meetings and stuff to take care of.”

“Sure, understandable.”

He puts his mug down and turns to her fully. She does the same, their eyes meeting and they both seem anxious and fragile in the moment. Reaching out he takes her hands between his warm palms, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I want you to know that while I’ll be away, I will… I won’t be…” He doesn’t seem to find the right words and she finds it cute, a smile tugging on her lips. “Fuck, what I’m trying to say is that I think of us as… that we are exclusive. This is what I’m trying to say, that I won’t be… looking for someone else?”

“You are so cute when you are nervous,” she chuckles.

“Sorry, it always feels so weird to talk about this kind of stuff,” he admits breathing out shakily. “But anyway, this was my way of saying that I see us as a… couple.”

“That’s cool, because I see us the same way,” she smiles. “And I’m glad you won’t be looking for someone else in LA,” she adds chuckling, making him laugh as well.

“I’m sorry I need to leave though,” he breathes out, his hands finding her knees. His fingers start drawing little circles to her exposed skin.

“It’s fine, I understand,” she smiles gently. It’s not that she likes the idea of him being so far away, but just like she has her own baggage, he comes with his own as well and she is more than ready to accept him just as he is.

Leaning in he kisses her lips softly and just as he is about to drag it out a little, footsteps are heard from the stairs and he leans back just in time before Benji appears.

“Hey baby. Feeling better?”

“Yes. I’m hungry!” he states, climbing to the third stool at the kitchen island. “Hi Harry,” he nods in his way, not even caring about why he is here in the morning.

“Mornin’ Benji,” he smirks at the boy as Lis goes to make some more toasties for him.

Following breakfast Benji is off to clean up his room a little, so Harry and Lis have some alone time. Annalise walks Harry out to his car and they stop before he would get inside, turning to Lis for a kiss.

“Stay safe, okay? Need you back in one piece,” she tells him, feeling shy, but warm at the same time from being able to say that to him.

“Oh you do?” he smirks down at her teasingly, kissing her softly as his hands find her waist, pulling her close to him.

“I do,” she smiles. “So, see you in two weeks?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you though. Thanks for the breakfast.”

He presses one last kiss to her lips, forcing himself not to drag it any longer because if he did, he knows he won’t be able to leave anytime soon. She steps away from the car as he gets in, smiling at each other through the window before he starts the car. She watches him drive away with a heavy heart, thinking about how hard it will be to not see him for two weeks. But there’s nothing she can do about it.

Harry has always felt like he had different lives in different cities. He is like another man in London, in New York and in LA, the three cities where he mostly spends his time. It’s not exactly a change in him whenever he is in another place, more like the people that surround him and he hasn’t had any hustle switching whenever he was traveling.

However, for the first time in years, he finds himself being an outsider in LA, his heart lusting to go back to London, to Annalise.

One meeting follows the other, he has a few fittings and an interview as well, joined with a photoshoot. He finds himself rather lucky to be so busy, otherwise he would surely feel the homesick kicking in harder than ever. He hasn’t had any problem with it since he was nineteen, he has gotten used to living all over the place. It took him quite some time to accept that he has to be away with his mum and sister, but now he has to go over the same thing with Annalise, knowing that she won’t be able to travel with him, but still, he is planning on the long run with her, so he has no other choice than get used to it.

The bar is packed, after all it’s a Friday night. That’s exactly why Harry didn’t want to come out, but he was kind of forced. Sitting in the corner of the booth he is trying to let loose and enjoy his time with his friends, nursing a beer that’s been sitting on the table in front of him for a while now.

When Jeff returns from the call he had to make quickly outside, he eyes Harry suspiciously. It’s not like him to be so closed off and distant, he is usually the first one to ask for a round of shots, but not tonight.

“Everything alright, mate?” he asks grabbing Harry’s attention.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” “So why the long face then?”

“Just… not in the mood, I guess,” he shrugs it off, but he can’t fool someone who has known him as long as Jeff.

“Okay, does this have anything to do with the songs you’ve been writing?”

“Who told you?” he smirks in disbelief as Jeff takes a sip from his beer.

“Mitch might be quiet, but he surely likes to gossip,” he chuckles lightly. “So, who is the girl?”

“Met her on New Year’s Eve. Thought I would never see her again, but then we ran into each other and… I haven’t stopped thinking about her since then,” he truthfully admits. “She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Jeff. So not like anyone else I’ve ever known.”

“Woah, she really got you.”

“Yeah,” he nods chuckling. “I’m just so afraid of messing it up.”

“Why would you? It sounds like it’s heading in the right direction.”

“She… She has a kid so it’s a little complicated. I just really don’t want to mess anything up, because it would be twice as bad. I would hate to know I disappointed Benji.”

“Wait, so you met the kid too?”

“I did, he is a fun little guy,” he chuckles thinking back at the time he has spent with Benji. From the time they played UNO at his house, through the football game Harry went to just as he promised, all the way to when he took Benji and Lis to their favorite pizza place one afternoon when Lis told Harry through the phone that he’s had a shitty day. Harry didn’t hesitate to end his meeting a little early just so he could pick them up and take them to their favorite place for a slice. He will never forget the shine in both Benji’s and Annalise’s eyes that day. Right then he knew he would do anything for the both of them without a second thought. The fact that he was falling for Lis faster and deeper than ever kind of scares him, but he is ready to give the feeling everything he has.

“Man, you are whipped!” Jeff chuckles leaning back in his seat. “Should I be planning your hiatus?” he asks half-jokingly, though they both know if Harry were to decide to take some time off, Jeff would support him no matter what’s the reason behind it.

“No, not yet. We are still just trying to make it work,” Harry smiles at him, just the thought of being an official couple with Lis makes his heart beat ten times faster.

“Look, just make sure you communicate. You know you sometimes suck in that, but I think that’s what she needs the most.” “Yeah, I know.”

“She is responsible for a kid too, she needs to know exactly what you think, she probably doesn’t have any time or energy to play games.”

“I don’t want to play games with her.”

“Great. Then use your head, think and then talk. It can’t turn out too bad if you follow these easy steps.”

Harry nods, taking a mental note, hoping he won’t forget about the advice when he needs it the most.

The conversation around them carries on and Jeff soon abandons their discussion, leaving Harry with his own thoughts. He has been thinking about Annalise continuously ever since he left her house that morning and his time apart from her just made him realize how deeply he feels for her truly. Every second, every minute, he just wants to know what she’s doing and if she’s alright. Their little FaceTime calls have been his favorite parts of his days and in all honesty, he can’t wait to get back to London and hold her in his arms.

Excusing himself from his group of friends, he walks out of the bar to the street, finding himself a secluded spot on the corner. He does some quick math in his head coming to the conclusion that she is probably already up, getting ready for work, so he decides to just call her without texting first. Luckily, Annalise has been up for a while when the call arrives, a wide smile tugging on her lips as she answers it right away.

“Hey!” she greets him, her voice alone warms his chest.

“Hi, I didn’t wake you, right?”

“No, I just finished my morning coffee. Where are you?”

“Just out with a few friends.”

“So then why are you calling me?” she chuckles softly.

“Because… I missed your voice, so I called you,” he admits a little shyly, a blush warming his cheeks that she can’t see now, unfortunately. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too, Harry. But you’ll be back soon, right?”

“Yes. I can’t wait to see you again and kiss you again.”

“Why are you being so cheesy all of a sudden?” she laughs, but secretly, she loves knowing he feels the same way as she does.

“Sometimes I’m cheesy. You don’t like it?” he smirks, hearing her laugh through the line.

“I like it, don’t worry.”

“How was your day yesterday?” he asks and then he just listens to her talking.

With a crowded bar behind him, a group of people waiting for his return, he still stays outside listening to Annalise tell him about the smallest things that happened to her lately. And he loves every second of it. If only she didn’t have to leave to work, he would willingly and happily stay there and talk to her for hours.

“Alright, I need to help Benji get ready. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, tell Benji I said hi.”

“Will do. Take care!”

“You too. Bye.”

As the call ends, he stays put for a little longer, opening up his camera roll, scrolling down a little until he finds the photo he took of Lis at one of their lunch dates. She is laughing wholeheartedly, wearing her scrubs and an oversized zip-up hoodie, cheeks slightly blushed from something he said. He hasn’t been the kind to set up personal photos as his lockscreen, but looking at this picture the urge is stronger than ever, though he knows he can’t. Fans are always so eagle-eyed when it comes to paparazzi photos, he doesn’t want them to start speculating if they accidentally get a glimpse of his screen. Instead, he opens up his text thread with Lis and types her a quick message.

Harry: Miss you. Have a great day Xx.

Just a few moments later comes her reply.

Lis: Miss you too, can’t wait to see you again :)

Lis: Harry, forgot I had a parents’ meeting in Benji’s school tomorrow. Can’t make it to the airport :(

Harry: Don’t worry about it. When will you be off?

Lis: God knows… these stuff last forever ugh

Harry: Just text me whenever it ended and I can come over or something

Lis: Will do and I’m so sorry!

Harry: It’s all good :)

 Harry can’t help but sigh as he rereads the texts he exchanged just before his plane took off. He was really looking forward to meet Lis as soon as she got off work, but her parental duties come first as always and though he knows she can’t do anything about it, the situation still upsets him. He had a dinner reservation for the two of them since she said Benji would stay over at Chloé’s for the night, giving the whole evening and night to them, but it all just went down the drain when her text found him while he was packing to leave.

When the plane touches down and Harry makes his way through the terminal, he still finds himself looking around, hoping to see Annalise’s bright eyes, though he sees nothing but strangers around him.

Arriving home he breezes through the packing quite fast since he has been doing it a lot in the past decade. He makes a quick trip to the nearby Tesco to fill up his fridge and he buys some snacks in hopes Lis will call soon and he can be over so they can watch a movie and hopefully stay unbothered for the rest of the night.

Around seven, he shoots her a quick what’s up? text that stays unanswered, but also unread. He figures she is still stuck at the meeting so he tries to make himself busy with sorting out some emails he has been delaying to answer to in the past two days. Hour passes after hour and Harry’s hope to see Lis slowly starts to vanish. When the clock strikes nine he figures she won’t be calling anytime soon since it’s a weekday and he knows she doesn’t like staying up late when she has work the next day.

He is just about to give up on the waiting and take a shower, get ready to bed when his phone finally chimes. He basically throws himself at it, opening it faster than light.

Lis: let me in? :)

He stares down at the screen a tad bit longer, his breath caught in his throat as he realizes that he should do something. Dropping the phone to the couch he rushes to the front door, seeing her standing at the gate through the security cameras, so he quickly opens it for her, throwing the door open.

Lis walks up to the house with rushed steps, both of them smiling widely and Harry still can’t believe she just showed up.

“What happened to texting me when you’re done?” he asks in disbelief.

“Thought I would surprise you,” she giggles just as they meet halfway and Harry doesn’t hesitate to envelope her in his arms, lips pressing to hers so hard she bends backwards, right into his hands that press into her waist.

“I’m proper surprised, baby,” he smirks against her lips, making her chuckle.

“Yeah? Do you want to be even more surprised?” Harry’s eyebrows rise.

“Always.”

“I’m wearing a corset and tights under this,” she whispers in excitement and his eyes light up like it’s Christmas day.

Without a word he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder to bring her inside, she laughs loudly, feeling like a rag doll, but she doesn’t mind it a bit. Not tonight.

When the front door closes behind them and her feet meet the floor again, he stares down at her with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. She is wearing a little black dress with a thin trench coat on top, paired with nude heels, her hair is pinned up with a hairclip and she is wearing only a thin layer of makeup, barely anything. Harry looks down at her and thinks to himself: he will never find another woman like her. Not that he wants to.

“Before we do anything, let me set an alarm, because I won’t be thinking about it once I get started with you. When do you need to leave in the morning to pick Benji up before work?” he asks, quickly shuffling into the living room to grab his phone from the coffee table.

“We don’t need an alarm,” she softly says, making him arch his eyebrows. “Benji is staying at Chloé’s and she is taking him to school as well and I have the day off tomorrow.”

“Really?” he asks, stunned that they have a whole day to themselves.

“Yeah. I just need to pick Benji up from school in the afternoon.”

“What months is this?” he then suddenly asks, earning a puzzled look from Annalise.

“Um, what?”

“Just asking because I’m pretty sure it must be the 1st of February and my fucking birthday to have you all to myself for this long,” he states and she can’t help but laugh at him. Walking over to him, she grabs the phone from his hands and tosses it to the couch beside them before curling her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his hard chest.

“Consider this a late birthday gift, if you’d like. We weren’t too close back then, so I wasn’t able to give you anything.”

“You mean you were trying to keep yourself away from me back then, right?” he teases her, but she just rolls her eyes at his comment.

“You want me to keep myself away from you now, Styles?” she cheekily challenges and he shakes his head immediately, hands latching onto her waist to keep her close in case she wants to move away.

“Not at all. In fact, let’s just get rid of this quickly,” he mumbles, hands working fast to slip the coat off her shoulders and then he simply grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up with a swift movement, leaving her in said corset with a matching set of lingerie. His lips part and he almost gasp at how amazing she looks, even though she feels a little shy in this revealing outfit.

“Thank God for whoever invented corsets,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes glued to her body as she chuckles lightly.

“You gotta help me get out of it though, it needs more than two hands,” she admits stepping closer to kiss his lips shortly.

“Wait, then who helped you put it on?” he asks, feeling his possessive side kick in immediately.

“It was just Chloé. She also didn’t hold back the teasing about me finally getting railed tonight,” she adds with an awkward chuckle. She is not used to talking about sex this openly, especially since she hasn’t done it in ages. Following their failed attempt last time, she’s been stressing even more about her first time with Harry. He has been nothing but the best to her in every sense, she just wants to show him how much it means to her, make him feel good and treat him like he deserves to be treated.  

The way she just openly said that she is about to get railed by him does some unholy things to him, though he can’t not notice the hint of anxiousness in her eyes. Cupping her cheeks in his hands he lifts her head up so she is forced to look into his eyes.

“You alright? Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, wanting nothing else than to make her feel safe around him.

“I am. It’s just been a while since I was with someone. I don’t want to… disappoint you.” Her voice dies into a whisper and she licks her dry lips, her nerves taking over her. Harry smiles down at her softly.

“You can never disappoint. Just be honest and open with me, yeah? I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. Tell me what you like and want and I’ll do all that. I’ll do the same, deal?”

A sense of relief washes over her, knowing that she has found the man she’s been looking for so long and he is right there in front of her, ready to please her. Nodding her head shortly she takes a deep breath.

“Harry?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I want… you to take me up to your bedroom,” she tells him and he doesn’t need more. His hands move down to the back of her thigh as he urges her to jump. Her legs wrap around his waist as her lips crash down against his in a passionate, meaningful kiss while he walks up to his bedroom, shutting the world out and giving all of him to the woman he is falling hard for.

NEXT PART (coming on 6th of february)

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