#just one tiny phone call ruined everything. ruined my plan

[harrywavycurly]

Ohhh sarahhh I’ve been thinking about this all week and it’s just what if Harry was our sugar daddy and we needed something in a time crunch and didn’t tell him?? So we bought it ourselves and he finds out?? But like make it fluffy??🫠🫠🩷

Hiii babes!!! Sugar daddy Harry? I’m listening 👀🤤 also I’ve never written him as a sugar daddy so I went with him just being his regular famous self so hope that’s okay with you? Also the thing you end up buying is the first idea that came to my mind for needing to buy it in a time crunch, hope you enjoy!💖

CW: Mentions of a slight panic attack, talks about money

A/N: You and Harry have a very special relationship and you did something he might not be too happy about, not gonna lie this is a tiny bit dramatic but also fluffy so hope you enjoy✨

You’re anxious, you keep looking at the clock on the stove in your kitchen knowing that any minute now your boyfriend will be walking through your door because it’s Sunday and you and Harry have been spending every Sunday afternoon together since you started dating almost a year ago. It’s the one day a week the two of you don’t make plans and just see where the day takes you, sometimes the two of you end up at the beach soaking up some sun while reading or sometimes you don’t even leave your apartment and just enjoy each others company. But today you’re on edge because you did something the day before that might have the man that’s usually all dimpled grins and soft loving gazes when it comes to you to be a little mad or upset with you when he finds out. Because that’s the thing, you know he’s going to find out because you’re going to tell him but you just don’t know when because Harry looks forward to his Sunday afternoons with you and you just don’t want to ruin the day for him.

It’s not as if you did something so wrong that he’ll be angry, Harry very rarely gets angry especially with you. The issue is that your relationship with Harry isn’t like any other relationship you’ve been in before and it oddly enough has nothing to do with the fact he’s Harry Styles, a world famous musician, it has to do with the fact Harry enjoys paying for everything. When you met him almost a year ago you didn’t even expect him to even notice you in the crowded bar let alone find you interesting enough to want to ask for your phone number but he did. It was around your fourth date with him that he decided to let you know exactly what he was looking for because he could tell he was already starting to like you so it would be better to put everything out in the open so you could tell him if this was something you would even be interested in.

You knew Harry had money, even if you didn’t know who he was you would’ve been able to tell simply by the way he dressed and the cars he drove when he felt like driving himself and not calling for his personal driver or by the expensive dates he took you on. You just never thought he would be looking for someone to spend his money on because you were used to men wanting you to contribute to paying for things in someway such as covering the bill on some dates or paying for gas when you’d go on road trips so Harry telling you he was looking for someone to dote on and spoil in terms of money took you by surprise. He made it a point to explain that aside from the money aspect of things, everything else he wanted in a relationship was pretty normal or as normal as he could offer due to his sometimes hectic lifestyle. But it was an easy decision to make because you liked Harry and wanted to see where this could go so you told him you were happy to give it a go and the smile he gave you was all the reassurance you needed that you made the right choice.

Harry told you he’d be patient with you as this type of relationship can take time to get used to and patient he was, he would just give you a playful glare and softly pinch your elbow when you’d reach for your wallet at the checkout of a store or sometimes he would simply distract you with a hand on the side of your neck pulling you in for a kiss that would leave you breathless and your mind a bit of a muddled mess letting him quickly place his card down without you noticing. You learned that Harry not only wanted to pay for things he knew you considered luxury items such as a new Gucci bag or some designer sunglasses but he got the most joy out of buying you things you actually needed such as your weekly groceries or your rent, that being the latest thing he was adamant on wanting to take over for you.

Harry’s whole thing with wanting to pay for everything is that it not only makes your life a little less stressful but it makes him feel needed. Harry has explained that at the end of the day that’s really what he craves the most, knowing that you actually need him and that’s just his personality, he has this desire to be wanted and needed by you so much that money is actually a small but still important part of it all. So when he finds out what you did while he won’t be angry, you can’t help but think he will be a little annoyed and upset with you.

“Hey baby.” Harry’s arms wrapping around your waist makes you jump the tinniest bit having not heard him even come in due to being lost in your thoughts. “You okay?” He asks as he places his lips to the side of your head while he pulls you closer so your back is flush with his chest.

“I’m good yeah I just didn’t hear you come in.” You explain as you bring your hands up and place them over his. He just hums in response as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck making you smile. “What did you want to do today?” You ask as he loosens his hold on your waist and gives your neck a soft kiss before lifting his head allowing you to turn around in his arms.

“There she is.” You smile as Harry looks down at you with a soft smile as his bright eyes slowly roam over your face before they land on yours and you don’t miss the way the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch as he fights back a smirk when you feel your cheeks get warm, because even after almost a year you still find yourself getting flustered when he stares at you. “How was your day with the girls? Didn’t get into too much trouble did you love?” You feel your anxiousness begin to resurface at the mention of yesterday causing you to look away from him and wiggle out of his hold so you can walk towards your fridge and pull out a bottle of water.

“Uhm it was-” You start to explain as you go to turn around so your back is facing the fridge but Harry is already standing in front of you making your words get lost in your throat, his facial expression is one of confusion but also worry as he takes the bottle from your hands so he can place it on the counter behind him before turning his attention back to you.

“What happened?” You want to melt at how concerned he sounds but all you do is feel a sense of guilt for causing him to worry, you look down at your feet but he only allows it for a moment before his index finger is under your chin gently tilting your head up so you’re looking at him. “What happened baby? Did someone do-”

“No no it’s nothing like that I just.” You mentally curse yourself when you feel a familiar stinging at the back of your eyes and a lump forming in your throat. “I don’t want to make you upset because you’re so good to me-I didn’t think I just did it and I know we have rules for this but I just forgot about it and then I was in a rush and and I panicked I’m sorry I’m so sor-” Harry’s hands cupping the sides of your face as he bends his knees a bit so he’s eye level with you brings your rambling to a stop as his thumbs ever so gently wipe away the few tears that escape when you blink at him a few times.

“Sweetheart I need you to take a few deep breaths for me okay?” Harry’s voice is soothing but with the smallest hint of sternness that he knows you need in moments like this so you’ll be more inclined to do what he asks. “Breathe in,” you mimic him as he takes a deep breath and holds it a few seconds. “Good girl now let it out but slowly.” He smiles when you slowly breathe out and repeat that process a few more times before you feel your heartbeat begin to go back to normal as he unbends his knees and stands up straighter and you just swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes look down at Harry’s forearms only to see your hands tightly wrapped around them in an attempt to feel grounded to something.

“Look at me please.” You instantly snap your eyes up to meet his stare, the soft smile he gives you makes your heart flutter in your chest. “What’s got you so worked up hmm?” He asks before he leans down and presses his lips against your forehead making you let out a sigh at his comforting gesture.

“I bought something last night that was expensive and I did it without even bringing it up to you.” You want to close your eyes so you don’t have to see his reaction to your confession but you don’t, you just watch him slowly nod his head but when you don’t elaborate further he quirks a brow at you.

“Is that it?” The way he calmly asks the question takes you by surprise, so you drop your hands from his forearms and Harry knows you’re going to try to get out of his grasp so he drops his hands from your face and quickly wraps them around your wrists. “What did you buy?” He asks as you stare at him with a look of almost disbelief on your face making Harry just tilt his head to the side a bit as he waits for you to answer.

“Concert tickets uh are you-you not mad at me?” Harry can’t help the chuckle that comes out of him as he shakes his head at you.

“Mad? No baby I’m not mad at you.” He can’t help but feel a little bad for somehow giving you the impression that you buying something without telling him would cause him to be mad at you resulting in you almost having a full on panic attack while trying to tell him about it.

“I used my own money and everything though and I know we have rules-”

“And what are those rules love?” You watch with slightly wide eyes as Harry brings your hands up to his lips as he asks you the question, you feel his lips on your knuckles as he patiently waits for you to recite the rules to him.

“I’m not supposed to spend my own money unless we talked about it before hand.” Your voice isn’t as shaky as you tell Harry the main rule the two of you have regarding money, he just smiles and nods as he lets go of your wrists so he can place his hands on your hips.

“And did we talk about these concert tickets?” You slowly shake your head as you place your palms flat against Harry’s chest feeling the soft material of his worn out t shirt. “Are you sure? You don’t normally break the rules love so just tell me what happened.” The deepness of his voice makes you relax as you feel his hands give your hips a little squeeze encouraging you to speak.

“I don’t think we did? I just forgot they were going on sale and then I got the email about it so without really thinking I got online and then I was in the ticket queue for like half an hour and then my card was the only one saved and I only had five minutes to complete the checkout so I just-”

“Panicked?”

“Yes.” You can’t really say much else because it’s the truth, you were in a rush and in the moment you didn’t think to even call Harry because what if by the time he gave you his card information the timer went out? Then you’d have to do the whole process all over again and it was already stressful.

“You have one of my cards in your wallet baby why didn’t you just use that to buy them?” He’s not asking in a mean way he’s just genuinely curious as to why you didn’t try to use the card you carry around with you.

“Well that’s the uh other thing.” Harry already knows what you’re going to say before you say it so he just lets out a sigh and shakes his head playfully at you.

“You left it at your friend’s house didn’t you?” When you just nod your head at him he lets out a breathy laugh as one of his hands comes up to the side of your neck. “What am I going to do with you?” You still find yourself in a bit of shock that he’s not mad or even a little annoyed with you so you just shrug and look at his chest where his cross pendant lays against his shirt.

“If it uhm makes you feel better I got really crappy seats.” Harry lets out a scoff making you look at him as your hands go from his chest to the tops of his shoulders.

“Why would that make me feel better?” You feel him pull you a little closer as he leans back against your counter.

“Because I broke the rules so it can be my punishment?” Harry rubs his lips together as it all begins to click for him what exactly is going on in your mind. When the two of you first started dating he knew you were new to this type of situation but he’s not quite sure where along the lines he gave you the impression that if you broke a rule that you were going to be reprimanded for it because when it comes to you Harry doesn’t think he has it in him to punish you, especially in a way that would make you unhappy.

“Rules can get broken every now and then love it’s okay.” He explains as his hands slide from your hips to your lower back. “I don’t want you to think you’re going to be punished when it happens though because that’s not how this works.” You feel his hands slowly begin to run up and down your back making you relax under his touch. “I do things for you to make your life a little easier but I also just want to make you happy because that’s what makes me happy.” His tone is extra soft as he reminds you why he does the things he does for you.

“You make me very happy.” Harry smiles at your words as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“Good.” Is all he says before you feel his lips on yours making your hands go from his shoulders to the back of his neck pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. “You know I’m not going to let you keep your shitty seats right? I’m going to have to fix that.” He tells you when he finally pulls away and you just nod because of course Harry isn’t going to let you go to a concert and have bad seats.

“Okay.”

“Where is the show at?”

“The Forum.”

“Oh really? I’m sort of familiar with that venue.” You just playfully roll your eyes at Harry’s teasing tone making him laugh as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek. “Where are your seats?”

“Uh section 233.” Harry nods as you begin playing with the hair at the back of his neck. “I got four tickets.”

“Am I invited?” He asks with a playful smirk and you just nod. “And you wanted me to sit in a shitty seat?” He jokes as you bring your hands from around his neck to try to hide your face making Harry laugh as your cheeks get warm from embarrassment. “Just give me the details and I’ll handle it baby.” He wraps his hands around your wrists so he can pull your hands away from your face.

“Okay.” You say with a nod while Harry gives you a warm smile. “Can we have a lazy day?” You ask expecting him to just nod and pull you into his arms so he can hold you a bit but to your surprise he shakes his head as he stands up and drops your hands from his.

“Sorry love we have a few errands to run.” You raise an eyebrow as he grabs one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours before leading you out of the kitchen and towards your front door. “Firstly we need to go get your wallet and then I’m thinking a little shopping?” The mention of shopping lets you know this is Harry’s way of getting to spend money on you to sort of make up for the money you spent yesterday but you also won’t be surprised if later in the week he sends you the amount you spent on the tickets to put back into your account.

“Then we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie?” Harry turns to look at you before he grabs his keys from the table by your front door, he can’t help the grin that takes over his face at how adorable you look standing there asking him for a cuddle.

“Yes then we can have a cuddle.” He answers before he leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips making you smile. “I love you sweetheart you know that right?” You nod as he gives your hand a nice squeeze.

“I know and I love you too.” He can’t help himself when he steals another kiss from you making you giggle when he pulls away.

“Good now let’s get going.”

[motheyes]

my hips hurt from sitting and laying. they’d hurt if i was walking more. they always hurt regardless

[coupranghae808]

Birthday Blues

Pairing: Seungcheol x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warning: Slight cursing, birthday blue depression

Summary: Seungcheol is always on time to self-congratulate himself on his birthday, you'd imagine he would do the same for others, except his timing wasn't perfect on Carat's birthday or even your birthday. But how can you rely on him to remember your birthday if he doesn't know?

A/N: This is my first ff, so bear with me y’all

The first year dating Seungcheol was a strange yet overwhelming journey, to say the least. As sweet as the first dates, first kisses, first "I love yous," first intimacy, and first everything, together really tested your small inexperienced heart, but as your first boyfriend, Seungcheol did everything in his power to ease the journey. I mean that's what the first year is all about, right? Getting to know each other and building trust on an intimate level. One fact that you learned about Seungcheol throughout your relationship was that Seungcheol always tends to be on standby minutes before his birthday to receive early birthday messages. In fact, the first couple weeks you two started dating, his brothers all warned you if you failed to congratulate him at midnight on the dot, he would become a sulky monster against you until the end of existence. Although they make it sound like an over exaggeration, sulky Seungcheol is truly a force to be reckoned with. It's not every day he gets showered in love and attention, so he always expects special treatment on his special day. You'd imagine he would do the same for others, except his timing wasn't perfect on Carat's birthday or even your birthday. But how can you rely on him to remember your birthday if he doesn't know?

The morning sunshine peeked through the windows, waking you from deep slumber. Tossing and turning in Seungcheol bed, hoping for early snuggles, your eyes opened, and you realized you were all alone in the empty bed. He must've left early for work It's not the best way to start the day, but you weren't going to let this ruin your day. The day immediately started with a phone call, not from Seungcheol but none other than your mother herself.

"Hello-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!"

"Aw thank you mom-"

Meanwhile, in the distance, Kkuma's ears perk up to the sound of your voice and dashes towards your end of the bed. She interrupts your conversation with sweet (aggressive) kisses; you have to calm her down with gentle pats brushing through her white fur.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!"

"Wow, again thanks mom. That's all really sweet to say at 7 am."

"Oh please, can't I just celebrate my kid? It feels like just yesterday you were crying and screaming like a baby and now your__ years old. Gosh. Anyways, hopefully my gift arrives safely in the mail today. Any plans today? Maybe with that boyfriend of yours? Hmmm?"

Of course. Ever since you revealed your newfound partner to people, your mom especially, constantly pesters for any details about him or your relationship. However, dating a worldwide idol doesn't make your relationship any easier, so both of you agreed to be careful about what you share while protecting each other.

"His name is Seungcheol, and no, he hasn't mentioned anything to me, so I'll probably go on with my usual day."

"Ehhh? No, I'm sure he has something in mind like a surprise! *Gasp* How romantic would that be!?"

"Yeah sure. Look mom, I should really get going for today. Thanks for the birthday wishes."

"Yes, yes! Go on, come visit soon sweetie!"

"Alright, Love you-"

*Call Ended*

… Wow, for one who loves to yap, she was quick to end the call

You turned your attention back to Kkuma and cupped her fluffy tiny head in your hands.

"Do you think dad knows about today?" You asked.

There was a moment of silence as if she was seriously contemplating the question until she licked your nose as a pity response.

"Yeah, I'm not sure either. I'll try to ignore it, I suppose."

The mixed internal conflict running in your mind was condensed and released in the form of a heavy sign. Indulging in the peaceful hour, your eyes wander around his room, which eventually lands on the clock, reading 7:30 am!!

"Shit! How is it already 7:30? I'm going to be late- oh sorry hun."

The commute from Seungcheol place to your work only takes 15 minutes, but that wasn't even enough time to get ready. Kkuma, who becomes slightly concerned, watches you running left and right across Seungcheol’s place like a crazy maniac. It was a race against the clock, and there was only time for you to wash, dress, and gather your belongings. You miraculously managed to arrive in the nick of time. However, the moment you parked yourself dark storm clouds began to shroud the sky, and all your efforts to look put together were drenched, all in vain, by the cursed rain. To make matters worse, you misplaced your key card, which locked you out of the building.

Darn, I must've forgotten it back at Seungcheol's place. I almost made it too. Now what?

Sulking on your forgetfulness, you slowly approached the front doors, where you had to negotiate access into the building with security. To the security guards, you seem like an insane freak straight out of a horror film. It took several calls to your department to finally convince them. Once inside, you received several puzzled stares passing by as you trudged your way up the office. You finally arrived 30 minutes late to your desk only to soon be summoned by your authorities for a stern lecturing. You sat obediently through a literal bully session for your incompetence, selfishness, and inactive efforts that discourages your teams to meet deadlines. You've clearly seen better days before. Despite the cursed mishaps, you mask your disheartened feelings with a brave face and push forward. You mentally longed for Seungcheol to comfort you through this humiliating moment. Right on cue, when you attempted to contact him, your phone was on the verge of death, and you just so happened to forget your phone charger behind. *PerfecT*.

Meanwhile, in the practice rooms of HYBE INSIGHT, the seventeen members rehearsed their dance routine once more in preparation for their next comeback. After the dance coach instructed a 10-minute break, the members sat huddled together and took a moment to organize a celebratory party (but really an excuse to drink).

"This might be last minute, but why don't we have the party tonight? We could do it after practice at Mingyu and Wonwoo’s place." Hoshi exclaims.

"What dude? Just because I can cook multiple servings doesn't mean I'm gonna serve all your hungry asses," Mingyu argues. "Let's just go out to that new restaurant down the road."

"Oh, that sounds better! What’s the place called again? I'll get reservations ready," Seungcheol says as he searches for his phone.

"But Hyung, I thought you'd be busy tonight?" Seungkwan assumes with a confused face. This news alters all the members' attention towards him. Together their curiosity pierced Seungcheol for answers.

"Uh, nope. Why would you think that?

"Today is (insert bdate) right? I’m pretty sure that’s her birthday, so I figured you guys were going to celebrate."

"Birthday… I had no idea. She never said anything about a birthday." Seungcheol pauses in disbelief.

"What are you serious? You forgot?" Vernon hissed as he knocked him back into reality.

"Wait no, she never told me about her birthday. I need to call her."

His fingers fidgets through his phone to search for your contact. Seconds go by, and the ringtone eventually reaches voicemail. He hits the messages app in panic and spams texts nonstop, but there is still no response.

"Guys I think I really fucked up, she isn't responding back to me," Seungcheol whined while running his head through his hair. "What do I do now?"

"Hey, calm down it's not entirely too late, just-"

" Alright boys, break time is over now. Let's get in position for the last set." Seungcheol eyes widen

"I've got an idea hyung, let's get this over with so we can get out sooner."

After work, you stepped outside the building as the last person to finish. You had to work overtime to compensate for your tardiness this morning. You don't overlook the dark empty scenery before you. You let the cold breeze carry you toward your car and slump into your seat. This rarely isolated atmosphere allowed you to shed a few tears before you started your engine. You were well aware of your chronic case of birthday blues, yet each birthday seems worse than the last. Although you don't mind the attention people typically receive on their birthday, it breaks your heart knowing that most people in your life don't acknowledge you. You obviously can't blame Seungcheol; it was a miscommunication on your part, but you can help to feel unworthy, especially from the heck of a day you had. You just remind yourself that the day is finally over and you can ignore it like a regular old day.

You debated whether you should head straight home or back to Seungcheol place. Every fiber in your body wanted to return home, but you realized you still needed to pick up some essential items you had left behind after learning from your rookie mistakes today. You had no idea of Seungcheol's whereabouts; for all you could tell, he could still be practicing with the boys, asleep, or at home waiting for you. You prayed that wasn't the case because you weren't sure if you were emotionally prepared to confront and mask your weak self.

I'm just going to grab my stuff then leave without him knowing. Yeah… that's the plan

You stand facing Seungcheol's door and take a deep breath before entering. You glance up at the ceiling asking the universe for this impending fate to be in your favor for once. Once you stepped inside, the room was completely dark. There was a faint illumination from another room that piqued your interest. You silently slipped off your shoes and found a trail of rose petals on the floor leading to the light.

" Kkuma, no! Don't eat the roses, those are for Y/Nie. She should be here at any moment…*sigh* I hope she's safe." Seungcheol trembled while making some sort of commotion in the kitchen.

Now that you know Seungcheol is home, you wonder if it's too late to abort the mission, but your conscience reasoned that there is no turning back now. You haven't seen Seungcheol at all today, and he is expecting you. You tread carefully over the roses, following to the end of the trail and witness a sight to behold.

A candle-lit room with a soft romantic tune and the sweet aroma of all your favorite dishes traveled across the kitchen. Despite the pilling dishes in the sink, you realized his place was more polished than you remembered, decorated in fact. The dining table was set almost exactly similar to an elegant restaurant with wine, dinnerware, flowers, and even more candles. Then your attention averts to the man on the ground being all loving and affectionate with his daughter. She barks to alert your presence and struggles to escape her father's embrace.

"Hey…" he said breathlessly. He immediately stands and rushes to your side. You both stare lovingly until his arms engulf you in a warm hug.

"I missed you," he breaks the silence without letting go of you. "You didn't respond to any of my calls… l'm-"

Before he could finish his thought, you knew you had to clear the air.

"Yeah. Sorry, I had a bit of a rough day, and I left my charger here before I left for work," you release the hug to show him your inactive phone when you stare back at his gentle eyes. "So, My phone was basically dead the whole day."

"Oh…" He realizes. He struggles to find the right words to phrase his next thought.

"Look, babe. I'm not gonna pretend with you, especially when I *deep sigh* completely forgot your birthday. I'm so sorry." His voice cracked softly as he spoke the last sentence. He tilts his head up to hide his tears from rolling down his face.

"Oh, how did you uh, find out?" you stuttered.

"You were hiding it from me?"

" No I-"you left a sigh and avoided his eyes. "It's complicated, I didn't purposefully hide it from you… You see I don't exactly have a great relationship with my birthday. I don't know; I just always seem to dread the day because each year, I'm reminded I'm getting older and there’s still so much I haven’t accomplished… It makes me feel like a failure every time. When I was younger, every time I invited people to celebrate my birthday, I always felt guilty for forcing them into a party they would rather not be wasting time at, so I always found myself lonely on my birthday… I guess that's why I rarely tell people about my birthday."

You look back at Seungcheol's bloodshot eyes staring into you whilst he processes your words. His intense stare made you quiver and shrink in size. Before you could look away, Seungcheol slumped his head on your shoulder, and you could feel his hot tears staining your skin.

"You- How dare those shitty people make you hate yourself on YOUR DAY." You laugh in between your tears. Seungcheol takes a deep breath and kisses your tears. "Look I get it growing up sucks, but you can't be so hard on yourself. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, so it breaks my heart that you think that lowly of yourself."

You both probably spent a good minute hugging each other to digest each other's words when a soft beeping alarm from the oven catches both your attention. Seungcheol smiles and runs his hands from your shoulders to your hands, dragging you to the sound.

"I might not be the best first boyfriend, but I couldn't let the day end without celebrating it with my girl, so I, uh, tried to make you a cake and set up this special dinner."

He swears he saw the whole universe in your eyes when your eyes sparkled at his words. Together, you decorated the cake, danced hysterically to the music, sipped on wine, and dined with take-out before feasting dessert. All the early inconveniences that ruined you initially washed away with Seungcheol. Now Seungcheol lights the candles on the cake while singing to you.

" Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Y/N, Happy birthday to you~ Make a wish."

You clasped your hands together while taking a few seconds carefully deciding your precious wish. Once you mentally lock it in, you blow the flames out and watch the smoke dissipate between you and Seungcheol.

" What did you wish for?"

"I can't say if I want it to come true hmm?"

[caesium-55]

Lewis just wants to sleep. He's tired. He just arrived yesterday from Las Vegas and he needs to grant himself a lazy day or else, he'll go insane. He already planned out a perfect morning. You, on the bed with him in the most innocent sense—Lewis wouldn't mind sex because sex is nice and all but he also loved just resting with you and basking in your existence and your being—freely drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, no annoying alarm waiting to ruin his morning with that god-awful buzzing nose, basking in the silence and peace of a morning in the quiet part of Monaco, and letting the hours pass by without care. Then, when you both get sick of the sheets, you go down and grab breakfast in that café just across the building that sells amazing crepes.

But he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty and panic sinks in his system quickly. He glances around the room. Sunlight peeks through the tiny gap of the black out curtains in the window. Besides the night lamp, it's the only source of light in the room. Your phone is not on the bedside table, Lewis notes. That means you slipped away from the bed and left the room some time ago without Lewis noticing. Usually, he'd feel it if you even just twitched and he'd wake up in a heartbeat, but the jet lag and the exhaustion that engulfed his entire body must have stopped him from doing so.

He sits up and rubs his face with his palms. He decides to follow after you downstairs.

The door abruptly opens with a loud bang, making Lewis flinch and turn his head towards. Lewis's face transitions from sleepy to shocked to confused.

You're wearing a gown that greatly resembles the type of gowns that the female cast of Netflix's Bridgerton wore in the show. It's a mixture of lilac and pink, both are pretty colors. Your hair is fixed into an elegant half-do with a plastic tiara to complete everything. On one hand, you carry a portable Bluetooth speaker. In the other, a microphone. You sport the most serious facial expression in the universe but nothing about you screams seriousness at all. Especially not with the funky-shaped eyeglasses that sit on the bridge of your nose.

You slam your hand against the light switch next to the door and the entire room brightens. Lewis chuckles at the sight of you, eyes twinkling with mirth. The room never feels more alive than it does now.

"Ta-da."

"Good morning, baby."

The intro of the song starts blaring through the speaker. A strong beat of drums. Then, you began to sing.

“After the war I went back to New York

A-after the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Lewis worked next door—"

"Baby, you practice medicine—"

"Even though we started at the very same time

Lewis Hamilton began to climb

How to account for his rise to the top?"

You point the mic towards him. Lewis smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

"Man, the man is non-stop."

Lewis chuckles, amused. You are getting into it. You put your mic on your mouth again.

"Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me

Are you aware that we're making hist'ry?

This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation

The liberty behind deliberation (Non-stop!)

I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

With my assistant counsel

Co-counsel—"

Lewis tries to leave the sheets so he can get his phone and capture you in video. You stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hamilton, sit down."

"I'm sat."

You begin pacing around the room, hands waving around in theatrical fluorish.

"Our client Levi Weeks is innocent

Call your first witness

That's all you had to say

Okay

One more thing–"

You walk up to him and Lewis waits for your next move.

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?"

"Because I am?"

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Soon that attitude may be your doom!"

Lewis shakes his head at you.

"Why do you drive like you're running out of time?

Drive day and night like you're running out of time?

Every day you fight, like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime."

Your number ends with you doing a dramatic pose and Lewis bursts out laughing, the sound mixing with the fading music.

"I love you so much. You have no idea."

This is far from the ideal morning he's planned out. This is not quiet. This is not peaceful. This is boisterous and obnoxious and too much energy so early in the day and every bone in Lewis's body still screams exhaustion.

But Lewis wouldn't trade this morning over the peaceful morning in his mind. Not when you looked so happy singing and rapping that Hamilton song. You theater nerd. God, Lewis didn't know he was physically capable of loving a person this much.

"Hey baby, if we get a son, can we name him Alexander?"

"Whatever you want."

Lewis wishes this morning will never end.

[yoo-jeongneon]

you were not in my plans.. | j.ww (teaser)

× minors/ageless/empty blogs dni. you will be blocked. ×

× main masterlist × pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader (afab for smut) genre: romance, comedy, drama warnings: best man!wonwoo, wedding planner!reader, jeongcheol are the fiancés, wonwoo is cheol's best man, past one night stand, (sort-of)strangers-to-lovers, awkward situations, romantic/sexual tension, smut/eventual smut, explicit language, more tba.. projected word count: 5k-10k, but could be more teaser word count: 806 drop me an ask/comment if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

× from cakes ruined at the last minute to entourage arguments at boutiques, being a wedding planner has been such an experience that you're quite literally prepared for anything at this point.. apart from finding out the best man for your new clients' wedding is the guy you had a one-night stand with six weeks ago. you weren't prepared for that. ×

A sweltering day at the height of summer. No cloud to be seen in the sky, it's the middle of the day, and the bag you're carrying may as well have clumps of lead in it.

For the first meeting with new clients, it's always pertinent to you to bring everything you feel is absolutely necessary. Magazines, portfolios, your laptop for research and the star of it all: your planner.

Old thing, it was. You've had it with you since you first started this career and somehow you hadn't filled it to its brim. With each new planning session you wept a shadow of a tear at the thought of needing to replace it, but today is not that day.

When you arrive at the house, you first take note of its exterior, then pull out your phone and whip straight to your emails just to make sure you have got the right address..

One check, brilliant. No need to amble around aimlessly.

Popping your phone back in your pocket, you readjust the stone on your shoulder before trudging up to the front door. A loud huff leaves your lips as you press the doorbell, then shift gears to a polite smile, ready to tackle the first of many meetings.

Within seconds the door opens. A man with blonde hair beams at the sight of you. "Ah! You must be the wedding planner!"

Your teeth gleam to challenge the sun as you extend your right hand, "That would be me! N, it's nice to meet you."

"Hi, N." He takes your hand and shakes it. "I'm Seungcheol." Seungcheol lets go then yells into the house, "Jeonghan! It's N, the wedding planner!"

"Oh! Give me one second," calls another man's voice. Immediately you register the names to make sure you don't forget them.

Seungcheol looks back at you. "Come in!" His smile grows and he steps to the side. You give him an appreciative nod and take one step into the house.

The scent of cooking wafts straight into your airspace and you catch a tiny glimpse of a man scurrying around in the kitchen. Seungcheol moves to stand beside you and says, "Oh! By the way, my best man is here."

This catches you by surprise, though it's not entirely uncommon. You have had clients in the past have their friends and relatives sit with them during meetings.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's in the living ro- Oh, there he is."

Seungcheol gestures vaguely past your shoulder and you pivot.

In the doorway to the living room, a man with dark, tousled hair, wearing a simple, casual outfit with a pair of glasses, stands with his shoulder pressed against the frame. At that moment, Jeonghan calls for Seungcheol, and Seungcheol is gone in a flash.

The second you lock eyes, something feels off.

The best man stares at you for an incomprehensible amount of time, to the point you cock a brow and defensively say, "Can I help you?" It's not exactly the best foot forward to make enemies right out the gate, but this man's eyes are a little too fixed on your person for your liking..

When the words leave your lips, he becomes a ghost. He averts his gaze and looks directly at the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets and gnawing at his lip. "S- Sorry." There's something else he wants to say but just won't.

For some reason, it's bothering you.

But not just that.. he's bothering you.

Not really because he stared at you - though that was rather uncomfortable - no, there's something else.

You look askance and delicately place your bag on the floor. This is now starting to eat away at you and you don't understand where this has come from.

Taking a chance to look at him again, you start trying to place what exactly it is that is so.. bizarre about this meeting.

It's almost as if you've met before.

Before you can fit the puzzle together, the fiancés leave the kitchen; Jeonghan greets you, elated to finally get started with the planning. He notices the man in the doorway and makes a gentle, playful quip about it.

"Oh, I see you've met the best man," he giggles.

"N- Not exactly.." you fumble to say, which in and of itself is incredibly ridiculous.

The best man steps forward and makes himself known. You give him his full attention, and trip at the sight of his outstretched hand.

"Hi. I'm Wonwoo."

His tone is polite, neutral and almost suave. A hint of a smile clips through the corners of his mouth and it's then that it finally clicks.

Two tequila shots. Dancing. A bed. His voice.

When you take his hand, lightning strikes on his face.

"Hi. I'm N."

Familiarity, with a fresh side of what the absolute fuck.

× yoo-jeongneon ×

[squidsandthings]

"your brain must be an awful place" skk

A deep rumbling from his car made Chuuya’s head turn towards the parked vehicle. There was bright light and all encompassing sound. Chuuya flew and gravity left him for a moment. His world crashed from bright light into darkness. When he woke it was to the smell of burning rubber and the sight of massacred metal. He winced as he stood up, he wasn’t severely harmed, just swirled slightly, but the car…the car was broken and battered, ruined, and awful. Chuuya stumbled towards its remains along the way pulling out his phone, which survived the blast. He punched in the numbers to call Mori muttering curses under his breath.

“Chuuya? What a coincidence I was just about to call you, Can I help you with something?”

The smooth voice of his boss greeted Chuuya’s ears as his hands began to piece through the wreckage that was his car. 

“Yeah, someone placed a damn bomb under my car, I wasn’t in it, but, it still blew the car to fucking pieces,”

Chuuya explained as he dug through the rubble. He blinked as his hands closed around a note it was charred but there was something drawn on it Chuuya couldn’t quite make out.

Over the receiver Chuuya heard what sounded like laughter? It was muffled but Chuuya would swear Mori was chuckling as he spoke:

“Oh? How interesting. Chuuya, I think I might have an idea of who targeted your car, but let me ask you a question first... Have you seen Dazai at all today?”

Mori’s question sent Chuuya’s mind swirling back to earlier in the day. He hissed into the receiver.

“What? Well, yeah. Is that bastard responsible for this? I’ll kick that lanky walking corpse’s ass.” Chuuya fumed. 

Chuuya had seen Dazai earlier that day. It was weird, even for Dazai. Chuuya had found Dazai sprawled out on Chuuya’s couch, in Chuuya’s apartment. That wasn’t the weird part. What was weird was that there were no bandages around Dazai’s eyes. Chuuya felt the swirling feelings he felt in his gut when he saw Dazai’s face, completely bare, return to him. His mouth went dry. 

What had Dazai said to him as Chuuya kicked the mackerel out of his apartment? He stumbled as the memory played in his mind.

“Chuuya’s so mad~ He should be careful. All that anger in his tiny body might make him explode, and I won’t be there to clean him up after,”

Dazai’s voice rang in his ears. His grip on the paper in his hands tightened. Mori’s voice pulled him out of the scene in his mind.

“Well, I wouldn’t know Chuuya, no one’s seen Dazai all day, besides you, and we have reason to suspect Dazai intends to leave the-”

Chuuya didn’t hear the rest of Mori’s sentence the phone clattered to the floor, crushed in a bright red instinctive glow of Chuuya’s hand, it clattered to the floor.

Broken.

Worthless.

Chuuya kicked the scrap metal in front of him, the swirling in his gut bubbling over into a pain all encompassing exploding inside him. He opened the crumpled piece of paper he found in the wreckage. On it he could now make out a drawing of a slug and a signature, he didn't need to read the name. Broken laughter came in a shattered bursts from his throat.

This was a joke right?

Another stupid plan of Dazai’s. That bastard was always thinking. No matter how much Chuuya tried to understand to see inside that mind…he never could. Chuuya pretended not to notice the hot tears starting to fall from his eyes. Dazai was always scheming. Chuuya thought he would have learned to see through it by now. He was just a pawn in someone else's game once again. A cruel joke concocted like all the others in that head of Dazai’s. Dazai who despite everything was one of the few things Chuuya had left, after the Sheep, after the Flags, after Murase, after everything he still had that annoying bastard.

Until he didn’t.

“If this is a joke your brain concocted you bastard, then your brain must be an awful place,” He whispered to empty air

Chuuya needed a drink. A strong one.

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 2: Do they know it's Christmas?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: mentions of death (minor character DEATH), swearing, a bit of angst(?), the magical one bed trope.

Tag list: @littlebadariell @xoxabs88xox @alexxavicry @tayrae515 @shrimping-for-all @mak-32 @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @harper1666

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Bradley can be a dick sometimes. He always finds a way of messing around with you. But he eventually gives in and helps you put your story together. And it this is the result: 

You two have been dating for seven months now, after Rooster confessed at the BBQ party Maverick threw at his house on the 4th of July. He saw you there, being so happy, careless and free, a side of you that he didn’t get to see that often these days due to work. He just risked it all and confessed. Afortunately, you also had feelings for him. You've been keeping it a secret so the two of you could still work together. You've talked about confessing everything to your family recently and agreed to tell them on Christmas. But Slider's call ruined the surprise. 

And that's it. 

You two know each other since you were toddlers, all the other important tiny details you know them already. 

"Have you talked to Rebecca recently?" you ask Rooster when you arrive at the airport. He said that he was going to leave the car in the parking lot, in case the whole lie you just made doesn’t work and you have to go back home immediately.

"Yeah, but I did all the talking" he says, opening the trunk and getting your bags. "It's been almost a year" 

"Yeah. A year already…"

Rebecca, Iceman's daughter, lost her husband almost a year ago. John was a marine, served in Afghanistan for several months before he was killed in action. Jessica, their daughter who was four at that time, would never see her dad again. You and Rooster try to tell her stories about her dad, show her old videos that you have on your phone from when she was a baby, and just try your best so she doesn’t forget the memories she has with him. It’s difficult, and you know that when she grows up, the only reminders she’ll have from his dad are the ones you and Rooster had played during years on a screen. 

Rebecca, Rooster and you practically grew up together. You were there when she met John in high school, when she asked him to go on a date, when they made it official, when he asked her to prom, when he asked her to marry him… You’ve always been there. And when Jessica came into this world, you were also there. The little girl was kind enough to come to the world in July, you and Rooster had been on a 3-day leave at the time. She was the prettiest, tiniest and most perfect baby you had ever laid your eyes on. As her ‘auntie’ it was your mission to be the cool, loving relative who would always take care of her. There was nothing in this world you could’ve done to stop her tiny eyes from shedding tears last New Year’s Eve, when her mom ran away from the room after a phone call. Iceman had tried to explain to her in the best way possible that her dad would never come home… but how do you tell that to a child without destroying her childhood? You can’t.

"I can't wait to see our little princess" he says, trying to lift the mood. 

"She must be taller now" 

He nods and moves to the inside of the airport. Jessica it’s, probably, the only topic of conversation you can have with him without arguing. And possibly, the only thing that would make you agree on something.

In the plane, you try not to think too much about the fact that you’re about to lie to your family for a whole week. You’ve never been one to lie and chances of getting caught are higher than you want to admit. 

“Did Becca send you that picture from Disney World?” asks Rooster, pulling you out of your thoughts. Rooster and you thought that it would be a wonderful idea to give Jessica an early Christmas present and send her and her mom on a 3 day trip to Disney World. They’ll come back tomorrow.

“What picture?” 

He gets his phone and opens Rebecca’s chat. “She sent it to me a while ago, maybe she forgot to send it to you” 

“Or maybe she knows about the ‘relationship’ already and thinks that sending the picture to one of us is enough” 

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Here it is!” he turns the phone so you can see your pretty princess wearing a disney costume. Well, actually prince because she is wearing Prince Adam’s clothes. And she even has a red rose. “She’s so cute” 

“She goes to the best place in the world to be a princess and decides to dress as a prince. That’s my niece” you laugh, sending the picture to your phone. 

“Our niece. Don’t keep her all to yourself” 

Noticing that the daily dose of kindness reserved to talk to Rooster is running out, you put on your earphones and take a nap. It’s going to be stressful once you get off the plane, you don’t want to tire yourself before the big show. 

“Do you see my father?” you ask, three hours and a long nap later, when you land. “He should be around here” 

“If you can’t see him, how am I supposed to?” 

“Because you’re a giant and I'm not?” you deadpan. 

“I fucking hate yo- Oh there he is. Smile” he says, grabbing your bag with one hand and your hand with the other, while approaching Slider. “How can you be so old and still have better hair than me?” he jokes. 

“Because I’m better than you. Period.” your father says, hugging you close. “My little girl, look at you! Prettier than ever” 

“Dad, don’t flatter me i’m not telling you what I got you for Christmas” 

“Damn, it never works” he moves away from you and pats Rooster on the back. “Nice to see you, Bradshaw” 

“Bradshaw? C’mon, Slider. You’ve never called me that”

“Well, you’ve never dated my daughter before so now I have to act a little different around you. I need to scare you” he says. 

“You know you can’t scare me, right?” Rooster states, putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him. You can smell his cologne. “Maybe when I was six, but I’m older now” 

“You sure? Let me try this then” he stands in front of him, looking eye to eye, and dropping his characteristic smile that always accompanies him. “You hurt my daughter, make her sad or cry and I will make sure the only thing you fly for the rest of your life is a commercial plane” 

You can almost hear Rooster swallowing in fear. 

“Did I make myself clear, son?” 

“Yes, sir” 

And then, just like that, your father smiles again. “Great! Let’s go home, kids. Maverick is already there” he walks away, turning every so often to make sure you are still walking behind him. 

“You better convince him that you broke up with me” he whisper-yells at you. “Because otherwise, he’s gonna chop my dick off” 

“I thought he said you’re gonna be flying with American Airlines” you remember him, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh my god, I’m so dead” 

You arrive at Iceman’s house. It’s surrounded by snow, Christmas decorations and some inflatables such as Snowmen, Santa Claus, fake gifts… Iceman went all out this year. Maybe, in a way, it’s to try and regain the Christmas spirit rather than remembering this time of the year as a sad one. 

“Look at the lovey-dovey couple!” you hear Nick, Iceman’s younger son, yelling from the door. He is just like his father. 

“You could come and say hi to your friends, you know” you shout for him to hear you. 

“Oh, no, please. I don’t want to see your disgusting behavior up close” he fake gags, as if the whole situation could make him want to vomit more than you. 

“We’re only holding hands?” tells Rooster, raising them as a proof. 

“That’s enough for me” he runs into the house, making you roll your eyes. 

“He didn’t get that from me” Sarah tries to blame Nick’s behavior on her husband. 

“Oh my Sarah, it’s been so long” you hug her, she is the only aunt you’ve ever had. And she was the cool type. 

“Please, you need to come home more often! I’m surrounded by aviators” she complains.

“Aunt Sarah, I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s also an aviator” laughs Rooster, hugging her. 

“But she’s my girl, it’s different. Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here!” 

You go inside and see a lot of pictures on the walls, half of your life displayed in pictures in a house that wasn’t yours, but whose owners were as proud of you as if you were her own daughter. You walk through the house, feeling a tightness in your chest when the memories from the last time you were here come to your mind. It’s been a year, but you can remember it as if it was yesterday. 

You move to the kitchen to find Maverick and Iceman drinking hot chocolate from Christmas-themed mugs. When they see you, they hug you and ask you about the station you’re at, your job, but none of them seems to be really interested in your relationship with Rooster. Weird, but you’ll gladly accept that rather than a full interrogation. 

All of you sit down, Sarah giving you some hot chocolate too. Talking about everything that has been going on, the new things that are happening in their lives, learning about new hobbies, friends… Just filling up each other makes you feel at home. This is what Christmas feels like. 

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” asks Iceman sipping his chocolate. 

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring it up. And I don’t wanna be the prying old woman here but when are you going to tell us how everything happened? Because as far as I can tell my dears, you two have been always arguing.” Sarah is a bit skeptical about the whole relationship thing and, honestly, you can’t blame her. She’s been like your second mom. 

And you really hope that your biological mom never finds out about this. She’s having a wonderful holiday with her husband in Hawaii. 

You look at Rooster, moving your hand to squeeze his and take a deep breath. “Well, you know. Sometimes things are not what they seem to be” 

“So how long has this been going on?” Maverick questions, leaving his mug on the kitchen counter and beginning the interrogation you so stupidly had thought wouldn’t come. 

But you don’t really care too much about the answers. You’ve prepared them with Rooster, you know what to say, how to act, how to smile. You’re not worried about it. And Rooster seems to be a great actor, too. He’s not smiling the same way you are, but his little actions are more credible: how he looks at you when you talk, nodding so you know he’s listening, squeezing your hand from time to time, offers you his mug of chocolate when you finish yours. He even takes a napkin and cleans some chocolate from the corner of your mouth. 

They should nominate you two to an Oscar after this. 

“It’s disgusting to see how cute you are together” your father blurts out. It makes you snort. 

“Thank you, dad. I’m glad you approve it” you roll your eyes, getting up from the stool and walking to get your bag. “I’m going to my room, need to unpack my things” 

“I’ll take them to your room, princess.” Rooster offers, using that stupid nickname that makes your insides turn in disgust. 

“Oh, about that. You’re in Rooster’s room” Sarah says, walking behind you to your ‘boyfriend’s’ room. “I mean, you’re probably done dirtier things than sleeping on the same bed” 

“Sarah, let’s just not talk about our sexual lives, okay?” begs Rooster, following her upstairs. 

She opens the door for you, entering and explaining where the blankets are in case you need some more, but you can’t listen to her. Your whole attention is on the queen size bed with a Christmas themed quilt in red, green and yellow colors. It has dozens of pillows on it, and it seems rather comfortable. 

But there’s only one bed. 

“You sure you don’t want us to sleep in separate bedrooms? We can do that, we want to be respectful.” you offer, but Sarah just laughs. 

“Honey, I’ve been waiting years for this moment. Not you dating each other, that’s still a bit weird but i’ll get used to it I guess. You’ve never brought a partner for Christmas. And I was scared that you would end up alone, actually. Rooster, you’ve always talked about how you wanted a relationship like the one your parents had, but yet you dated that annoying Mindy girl-” 

“Mandy” he clarifies.

“Whatever. She was a horrendous girl and I don’t want to hear about her ever again. And you, Thena. Have you ever been in a relationship? Because you’ve never told me or Terry about it. And she’s your mom!” 

“Sarah, I d-don’t think this is the moment for this-” you stutter a bit, not wanting to talk about the lack of romance in your life. 

“Oh sweetheart, it’s true. You’ve never had a boy-” 

Rooster yawns very dramatically, stretching his arms over his head. “Aunt Sarah, it’s been a tiring day, we’re going to sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay? And you’re wrong. She’s dating me, she has a relationship now. So, please, don’t make my girl more uncomfortable than she already is, thank you” rumbles Rooster while pushing her out of the room and closing the door. You hear the click of the lock and you feel like you’re able to breathe again. 

“Thank you” you mutter. 

“I didn’t do it for you. I’m really tired” he stands next to you, looking at the bed like it was an enemy aircraft that needed to be destroyed. “I’ll sleep on the floor” 

“You’re not sleeping on the floor. I’ll do it” you argue. 

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, you’re gonna be complaining about your back hurting you tomorrow and I don’t wanna hear it” 

“There’s room enough for the two of us, you know” you say, really tired and just wanting to get some sleep. 

“Try again tomorrow, princess. Today, I’m sleeping on the floor” 

He doesn’t let you say anything more, getting the fluffiest pillows from the bed, a few blankets and lays them on the floor next to the bed. You try your best not to throw a pillow at him for being so stubborn. He could sleep perfectly on the bed, but he has to be an idiot and try to be a gentleman. ‘Well then, gentleman, I hope your back hurts like shit tomorrow’ you think, grabbing your things and going to the bathroom to change into your pjs. 

Once you come out, Rooster has turned off the lights, and is laying on the floor, looking at his phone. “The door is still locked, in case anyone tries to enter tomorrow morning” he informs you, locking his phone once you’re in bed. 

“Thanks, Bradshaw” you adjust the pillows and cover yourself with the blankets, closing your eyes ready to fall asleep. 

“Is it true?” inquires the man, his voice a bit louder than a whisper, but you’re still able to hear it. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” his voice is a bit louder, and you can hear the curiosity in his voice. 

“I don’t think that’s your business” you reply, turning around and thinking that the conversation has ended. 

But not for him. “Well, I need to know, because if you’ve never been in a relationship there’s a lot of things I should do differently around our family” 

“Why do you care so much about it?” 

He moves up from the floor, sitting on the bed and turning the bedside lamp on. “If they know I’m your first boyfriend, they’re expecting me to treat you like a queen. And I need to up my game” 

“Rooster, we’re faking it, in case you forgot” 

He sighs, his hand scratching the scars on his cheek. “Can you please answer my question?” 

“Fine, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Happy now?” you hide yourself below the blankets, not wanting to speak more about the matter. 

“I’m beginning to think that you are, actually, allergic to the whole human emotional spectrum” 

You uncover yourself and kick him with all your strength, making him fall from the bed. “At least I didn’t get dumped” you tease him.

“At least I’ve had some love in my life” he mocks. 

“I hate you” 

“Ditto, princess” he says, and before he can even finish the sentence, you throw a pillow at him and cover yourself with the blankets. 

It doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore.

[where-dreamers-go]

"Future Treasure Seekers" Riley Poole x Reader

(A/N: And we’re back with the third/last prequel to the Riley Poole series. This one happens after “Lunch Rescue” and before Part One “Charlotte”. Here we have what happens when Ben talks with Reader about their feelings for Riley and Ben’s theory about the treasure’s first clue.

I tagged the same people from the series, I hope that’s okay. Some have changed though..

Also: HAPPY 2,000 FOLLOWERS!!! <3

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst in beginning. Fluff. Mutual pining. Use of (Y/N) for your name. Two different point of views.

Word Count: 3,491 words)

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Adult life could be anything if given the specific circumstances. The good, the bad, and the neutral.

Living next door to your best friend tended to be an enlightening addition to living in an apartment complex. It not only saved you two on phone bills, but also a quick travel distance when wanting to catch up with the other’s life.

“Better than the frozen meal you had yesterday?” You quipped from the other end of the small table.

“Yeah.” Ben admitted, “The edges were burnt.”

“I hate when that happens. Or when I randomly find a piece of corn in something.”

“That brownie?”

“It was weird. Never having that again. I’ll make my own.”

Chuckling, Ben took a sip of his drink. “At least you know what you like now.”

“True.”

“And you’ve learned a lot. Learned about yourself.”

You nodded before frowning slightly.

Where’s he going with this? You wondered suspiciously, hesitant to take another bite of dinner.

“There’s still a lot out there you haven’t experienced.”

“Why do I feel like you’re going to give me a big brother talk of life advice?” You asked, fully suspicious of your friend.

“Because I am.” Ben stated firmly. “You clearly like Riley.”

“Ben.” You set down the utensil.

“I like to see my friends happy.” He continued.

“Me too, but—”

“What are you afraid of?”

You sighed, slouching back into the chair. Time to be honest. “I don’t want to ruin anything. As it is, I’m having to learn that getting older means drifting away from friends I’ve made in school. I don’t want to push him away or make things awkward times a million. I can’t—,” you swallowed. “I don’t want to risk losing Riley because of . . . me.”

Quiet filled the space at the small dining table. You could see the twinge of sadness in Ben’s eyes.

“You’re a good friend, (Y/N). Maybe too good?” Ben inquired.

Staring down at your unfinished dinner, you grumbled somberly.

Maybe if I was brave enough, I’d do something.

. . .

Attempting to put on a light jacket while simultaneously slipping on your shoes tended to take longer in the mornings. As early as it was, you still tried. One elbow bracing by the front door, one shoe refusing to cooperate, and growing determination was how your morning began.

It only became odd with an urgent series of familiar knocks from the other side of the front door.

What the—?

Peering through the peephole, your confusion remained steady at the sight of Ben Gates.

It’s not even eight o’ clock yet, you thought as you unlocked and opened the door.

“Ben?”

“(Y/N),” he greeted brightly. “I think I figured it out.”

You opened your mouth to response, but he was just getting started.

“The Charlotte. It’s not a place and it’s certainly not just a thing. The Charlotte is a ship. A ship that was sailing through the Atlantic years ago.”

“It’s a ship?”

“Yeah. I’ve been researching to know where it was built, what it was supposedly carrying, and it’s destination.”

You shoved your foot into your shoe. “So, where’d it port?”

Ben stuck up his finger and announced, “That’s just it. The Charlotte never did.”

“Well, dang. Okay, um…”

“We just need to figure out where she landed.”

“Ben,” you said firmly. “I have to go in to work today.”

His eyes widened in realization. “Right. Of course.” Ben nodded, thoughts no doubt rushing through his mind. “I’ll call Riley. He’ll work it out on the computer and we’ll let you know everything when you’re off work.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You smiled. “Hopefully my workday goes by fast.”

Ben returned your smile and said with every ounce of determination and hope, “We’re going to find the Charlotte.”

. . .

The afternoon had been full of excited chatter and theories flying around.

Too bad I couldn’t have been here sooner, Riley thought.

Sitting at the small dining table in Ben’s apartment, Riley Poole waited for the results on his laptop. Tracking models took time, but Riley’s was up-to-date. He pushed up his glasses on his nose and waited patiently.

Much more patiently than his friend, Ben, who stood looking over his shoulder in anticipation. His gaze glued onto the tracking model as it moved North into the Arctic Circle.

Looming with crossed arms and no commentary, stood Ian by the kitchen counter.

I’m not sure if it’s comforting or alarming that he’s quiet. Maybe both, if possible.

Half a minute more and the tracking model stopped and delivered its results.

Breaths were held.

Riley blinked.

“There she is,” Ben announced in awe.

“And no one even knows its there?” Riley inquired, squinting at the screen.

“Let’s hope not.” Ian said.

“We have to go.” Ben urged. “All of us.”

“Certainly.”

“Okay, but how are we going to afford proper equipment? For the arctic?” Riley asked.

“I’ll take care of the costs,” Ian announced confidently and shared a smile with Ben. Although each smile was vastly different, one seemingly smug and the other grateful.

“Thank you.” Ben said genuinely.

How much money does he have? The ticket prices alone could be questionable. Then again, I don’t know how much equipment we’ll need. Or if we can get it there. Riley sat back in the chair.

“Okay.” Ben exhaled. Taking quick steps over to a less cluttered part of the table, Ben picked up his cell phone and started dialing.

“Who are you calling?” Ian raised an eyebrow as he took a closer look at Riley’s computer.

“(Y/N).” Ben revealed simply.

“Ben, (Y/N)’s at work.” Riley reminded his excited friend. “The exhibition is still new.”

“I know,” he waved off his friend gently. “It’s close enough.”

(Y/N)’s going to flip when they find out we tracked down a ship, Riley thought with a growing smile. Or run around.

Phone at his ear, Ben waited for a response while moving about the space.

Glancing at his laptop again, Riley checked the time.

They don’t work late today, do they?

“(Y/N).” Ben’s voice filled the apartment with his enthusiasm. Yet that did not stop the man’s feet as he crossed from one side the room to the next. “It’s about Charlotte.”

Riley smirked, fully knowing that there was no way you wouldn’t know what the phone call was all about.

“Okay. I won’t.”

Riley spoke loudly towards Ben, “How fast can you come home? Ben is pacing.”

Ben stopped abruptly and gave Riley a complex expression that made him suddenly self-conscious of his question.

Was that weird to ask? Riley wondered as he awaited your reply.

“They’ll be back soon,” Ben confirmed with a grin that soon dropped, “and . . . I wasn’t pacing the whole floor. No.”

Riley chuckled just as Ian covered his mouth to suppress a laugh.

Treasure, he thought. It could be anything.

Riley looked over to his laptop screen feeling more free and like himself than he ever had. For, he had helped and contributed.

Ben’s theory has to be right.

. . .

Everything’s going to be all right. You got this.

Being rushed usually involved tardiness and unwanted appointments. Strict deadlines as well.

Shouldering open your apartment door, you had a building excitement. One you knew would likely be tiny in comparison to your best friend’s next door.

After practically throwing your things onto the coffee table, you pocketed your keys and cell phone before heading right back out into the hall.

Stepping up to Ben’s door with a raised hand, it opened before you could knock.

“We know where the Charlotte could be,” Ben announced holding the door wide open.

You hadn’t seen him that happy before, practically about to giggle in glee. If Ben was one to giggle that was.

“Hi to you too.” You chuckled as you walked inside.

Ben’s apartment had a buzz of activity even with only two other people present. Ian stood off to the side, seemingly waiting, and Riley sat on the couch with a bright smile.

“Hi, Ian,” you greeted. “Has Ben filled your ears with enough history today?”

“Almost,” the man smirked. His expression could be read as both amused and confident with everything that had transpired that day.

“We’re one step closer.” Ben said after he closed the door and walked towards Ian. “I just know it.”

“Who would be silly enough to doubt you.” You added. “Certainly not me.” You made your way towards the small dining table where Riley sat with his laptop.

“Not me,” Riley raised his hand.

“And I’m guessing you helped?”

“With the computer. Yeah.”

“Yeah. Big deal,” you said and went in for a hug that Riley almost stood up for. “That’s awesome.”

“Not as big as when we actually find treasure.” Riley stated with a smile as you pulled out of the hug and sat in a chair beside him. “It could be worth millions.”

“If it’s a ship, it could have historical artifacts. Not just including the ship itself.” You said with a grin. “And you managed to find it on the computer?”

“I have a tracking model,” Riley gestured to his laptop.

“Oh dang.”

“We’ll be going to the Arctic Circle.” Ben revealed to you. “An area without much activity.”

“Or any at all,�� Riley murmured.

“With who knows how many layers of snow and ice,” you added.

“Which is why we need a team.” Ian announced.

Right, you thought and mentally figured the four of you were not enough.

“I have people in mind.”

That’s convenient, you thought as you looked between the confident Ian and the ever-grinning Ben. And makes this a lot easier. Hopefully.

“But…uh. This is happening soon?” You asked, unsure of the chances of your participation. “Or do we not know yet?”

Ben turned to you with a firm point of a finger. “You’re coming too.”

“I have work. The exhibit has barely been up for over a week. Wouldn’t it be weird if I just took off?”

“You’re great at what you do. They have to let you have time off. The exhibit is perfect. They can handle a few days without you. Hopefully.” Riley added, “They can email someone else.”

Overwhelmed with his compliments, you bumped his knee with yours.

“Thank you.”

Turning at the sound of Ben’s chuckle, you caught Ian rolling his eyes. It only made you overtly aware of your knee still touching Riley’s.

You tore your gaze away from everyone and grumbled in thought, If I’m going to do this… I’m going to have to juggle some things around or something. Without letting people know specifics.

“But, you can make it work?” Ben asked, fully attentive.

Feeling yourself internally caving to the idea of discovering history, you said, “If anything, I haven’t called out sick in months. I could use sick days. I’ll talk with them tomorrow or…when we know for sure when we’re going.”

“Excellent,” Ian said with a determined nod. “I’ll make some calls.”

. . . 

Things were moving fast. Tickets were bought and plans were made. Phone calls were more common and expected between friends.

Check list in hand, you sat on your bed thoughtfully. Curtains closed to conceal the city lights of the city. Luggage sitting on the floor as other items were strategically scattered in your room.

Less than a week stood between you and the possibility of discovering treasure. That left you with much to settle and organize.

Thank goodness you weren’t doing it alone.

“You have a good hat, right? To keep you warm?” You asked into the phone.

“Yeah. Found it in the pocket of my coat.” Riley replied.

“Good place to find it.”

“Speaking of finding things. You have extra batteries, right? Extra film?”

“I have some somewhere,” you muttered, hopping off the bed to venture out of your bedroom and into a makeshift office. Shuffling through a set of drawers took a few moments. “Yup. There’s the right kind too.”

“Nice. Are those from your storm prep stash?”

“Yeah. I’ll get more when we come back.”

“From the Arctic Circle.”

You walked back into your bedroom and placed the pack of batteries by your camera bag.

“So much for traveling extra light. Snow…lots of layers and just-in-case items.”

“Like a bag for all of my chargers.”

“Extra long socks and snacks.”

“Mittens and gloves.”

“And we’ll be wearing most of it. I don’t know what we’ll be carrying.”

“Whatever Ian supplies, I guess,” Riley muttered. “He acted as if getting everything was easy.”

“For him it might.”

“How much money does he have?”

“Don’t know. Don’t think we’ll ever find out.” You stated while marking over a checkmark on your list again. “Equipment alone is a lot.”

“In the thousands, probably. Ben said something about us not having to worry about walking. What’s with that? Did Ian hire dog sled teams too?”

“I have no idea, but Ben’s happy.”

“I’m happy.”

“I know.” You smiled and set your list aside. “And it’s really cool that you found it with the tracking model.”

“Well, uh, if it’s right then we’ll all be shoving snow to get to whatever’s in the ship.”

“It’ll be a lot of work.”

“Hopefully not too much.” Riley added, “We’re looking for treasure not doing hard labor. Then we can spend it however we want.”

However we want, you mused over his words. You had no idea what you would buy first if rewarded with money for your treasure seeking efforts.

“Speaking of spending. Do you think Ian will treat everyone to food?” You asked, glancing at your secret savings in an old notebook.

“Uh. Let’s not push our luck. No matter how nice that’d be.”

“I’ll bring snacks then.”

. . .

Late afternoon light filled corners of your apartment. Time was ticking down to when you would all leave to search for the Charlotte. An air of change circled through the air.

Even your day at work had felt different. The feeling continued inside your apartment where Riley had left his bags in your spare room.

Definitely different, you thought as you made sure you had your basic essentials. Keys, check. Phone and IDs, got them.

“Why do you have to go back?” Riley asked, standing behind your couch.

You tilted your head.

“I mean—you just got off work.” He clarified quickly.

“I just need to give them a few things from my office. I would have done that earlier, but I didn’t know they needed that too. Museum stuff…no big deal, but I’ll be back in no time.” You twisted your keyring between your fingers. “Make yourself at home. The money for the pizza is on the counter if they beat me here.”

Riley nodded. Blue eyes following your movements to the front door.

And it’ll give me time to wrap my mind around Riley staying in my apartment tonight.

. . . 

Looking over his electronics, all were either plugged in to charge or packed away. Riley was thankful that the outlet by the spare bed was visible and connected to a surge protector.

They really know how to use their space, Riley thought as he looked about the spare room. An office, bedroom, and probably storage area. He eyed the closet beside a desk. Not wanting to intrude in your space, Riley kept his distance. Yet he could clearly see the setup around the desk with a calendar stuck to the wall with important dates marked in various colors. This is definitely theirs.

Out of the many times Riley had visited your apartment, he had never been inside alone. Being surrounded by everything that had your specific touch to it was intriguing. Then again, Riley had never been hours away from starting a search for treasure and he certainly had never been in the spare room knowing full well that was where he would sleep for the night.

Sleeping over. Riley thought as he wiped his palms over his jeans and exhaled slowly. It’s just Ben’s place has no room. And he’ll probably be on the phone with Ian every other hour. It’s fine. It’s just us then we leave in the morning. Riley swallowed. And I’ve never had breakfast here either. It’s fine.

Quiet hadn’t fully settled in your apartment. The television was set to an animal documentary. Riley hadn’t thought of changing it even as he sat down to watch.

He had to keep his mind busy, for the moment, away from the treasure and you. Waiting was all he really could do and not just because you called an order for pizza.

Blinking, Riley refocused on the show.

“ . . . now grown, he will do his best to attract a mate.”

Riley threw his head back into the couch cushion and uttered, “You and me both, buddy.”

Ben better not give me that talk again after this, he thought as he bounced his leg anxiously. Who am I kidding? He probably has one prepared.

A knock on the door startled Riley off of the couch.

The pizza had arrived.

. . .

A jingle of keys and a shove, you walked back into your apartment. The smell of pizza clinging to the air.

“Hey,” Riley stood from the couch, “did you get everything done?”

“Uh. Yeah. Everything’s good.” You answered and closed the door. Words left you oddly from feeling a little warm at the sight of Riley in your home and comfortable. You could get used to that image. “So…where are you hiding the pizza? I can smell it.”

“Oven. Keeping all the heat from escaping.” He headed straight for the small kitchen area.

“Thank you.” Setting your keys and such down on the kitchen counter, you watched Riley retrieve the pizza box.

“You’re thanking me?” Riley lifted the cardboard lid. “I’d be bunking with a sleep-deprived Ben if it weren’t for you.”

“Who says I’m not sleep-deprived?”

“I can tell.”

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed two plates from an overhead cabinet.

“For one,” Riley continued, “you’re talking coherently.”

“We’re about to eat pizza. So I don’t know how long that’ll last.”

With a quick smile, Riley distributed a couple of slices for the both of you and headed to the small dining table nearby. “But seriously, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem. You’re always welcome here.” You said and quickly added, “Treasure or no treasure.”

“Hopefully we find something.” Riley said after a bite of pizza.

You nodded, thoughtful.

“Even a small fortune.”

Laughing in agreement, you stated, “It’d be a great addition to my vacation.”

Blue eyes peered up. “You used your vacation days?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great! The exhibition will be up for a few months anyway.” Riley exclaimed. “Maybe we’ll find something you could add to a new exhibition.”

“That would be really cool and a bonus considering I don’t exactly have a substitute for my position, but it’ll be fine.”

Both agreeing, you returned to eating. Thankfully the pizza hadn’t gone to room temperature while you were on route back.

The general silence was comforting. Perhaps it was the busy day or the adventure planned ahead of you, but you liked sitting down with Riley without needing to fill in the space with words.

Don’t go off on imagination overdrive while he’s here. Just eat your pizza. You thought to yourself, glad Ben wasn’t there to add commentary for just once. At least Riley’s comfortable here. I just gotta go over my list again after cleaning up. Set out a pair of socks for the flight.

“Hey.” Riley’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

You glanced up.

“You have everything packed except your phone. You haven’t forgotten anything.”

You sat up straighter. “Did I say something out loud?”

“No.” A smile curved his lips. “You had that overthinking look.”

. . .

Nighttime was a particular thing. It gave freedom to how one used their time away from work and offered a more suitable atmosphere for sleep.

Walking out of the bathroom and ready for sleep, you found Riley asleep on the couch. The television was still on and hushed forest sounds emitted from it.

I guess he didn’t head to bed after all. You mused, or I took that long in the bathroom.

Quietly, you knelt down by the couch. “Riley?” You touched his shoulder gently.

“Hmm?” Drowsy eyes glanced your way.

“Time for bed.”

Nodding and closing his eyes again, Riley pushed himself up. Then, with shuffling feet, he headed away from you and the couch.

You watched on.

“Left, Riley,” you instructed as he had been walking towards your room. You covered your own chuckle while Riley redirected himself to the spare room. “Sweet dreams.”

And don’t think too much about where he was heading, you thought to yourself and knowing full well that would be an extremely difficult task to follow through. Riley being adorable and finding treasure among friends, this could be fun. I might be too excited to sleep. Anything can happen.

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Fifteen

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“I…what?” I asked incredulously.

Harry giggled again. “You’re coming to see me, my love.”

“To…to London?”

“Mmhm. Well, just outside. Not actually in London.”

“When?” I laughed, thinking surely he was joking with me.

“The seventeenth,” he replied with certainty.

I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. “Wait…what’s going on, Harry?”

“I told you. You’re coming here. I have it all arranged.”

“What?” I breathed. “How?”

“Well, I have my ways,” he teased. “Plus, I had a lot of help from your best friend.”

“My best…Lorelei?”

“Of course.”

“What does she have to do with it?”

“Everything, really. I’ve been chatting with her, and she’s helped me plan this little holiday for you. For us.”

The way he said “us” seemed to ooze through me like warm syrup and I felt my senses ignite with excitement.

“Are you kidding?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Nope. Your plane leaves at…4PM on the seventeenth. You’ll arrive here the next morning and I’ll have a car pick you up.”

“Harry…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have you back home by Christmas. To be with your girls.”

“Harry.”

“Please don’t say no, baby.”

“I…I wasn’t…” I murmured.

“Cause it’s all planned. Lorelei said you had the time off work and she’ll stay with the kids until they go to their dad’s.”

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

“And I wanna see you,” Harry continued. “I need to see you.”

“Me too,” I said softly.

“Good. You’re coming then?”

“Yes,” I agreed, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I might’ve even felt a tear trickle down my cheek. “I can’t wait.”

I heard Harry breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll be counting the days.”

The hallway outside her office was quiet, so I knew she wasn’t on the phone. I peeked my head around the door frame, knocking lightly.

“Hey,” she greeted when she lifted her head from her computer she’d been focused on.

“I have a question,” I said, stepping into her office.

“About what?”

“Well, I was wondering…” I strode across the room and sat in the chair across from her, crossing my legs. “Do you think it’s cold enough for thermal pajamas in London this time of year, or would I be alright sleeping in the nude?”

A wide smile slowly spread across Lorelei’s pretty face. “I think as long as you have a warm body beside you, nude is perfectly acceptable.”

I smirked. “Ya think?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “Besides, I think even considering anything else would be deemed as rude. I mean…given the circumstances.”

I cracked a smile, letting out a tiny chuckle. “How long have you known about this, Lor?” I asked her, leaning forward and resting my elbows on her desk.

“Um…since after Thanksgiving?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lorelei raised a brow. “What, and ruin the surprise?”

“Well…” I threw up my hands and sat back. “He surprised me alright. You both did.”

“Yay!” Lor clapped her hands, clearly proud of herself. “When did he tell you?”

“Last night.”

“He’s so excited,” she grinned. “Absolutely giddy.”

“He is?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “He’s a great guy, Stace. And so funny. I had such a hard time keeping a straight face when you’d come in and we’d been on the phone.”

“Wait…” I furrowed my brows. “You were talking to him here?”

“Yeah. You know, when you’d catch me on the phone laughing?”

“That was him? But…I thought that was your Australia guy.”

“No, silly,” Lor waved her hand. “That was a diversion.”

“So…there was no Australian guy?”

“Oh, there was. He just…never called.” Lorelei looked down at her desk, pretending to sweep something away with her fingertips.

“Oh Lor. I’m sorry,” I offered softly.

She shook her head and blinked. “No worries. I’m over it.” She looked up at me. “And Harry’s been a great distraction. This has been fun planning for you.”

“It has?”

“Yeah. He’s nuts about you.”

I smiled and bit my lip. “What all does he have planned?”

“Nope,” Lorelei mimed a zipper across her lips. “I’m not telling you anything. I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

“Damn,” I crossed my arms and feigned a pout.

“I will tell you one thing though.”

“What?”

“It’s gonna be the most amazing Christmas you’ve ever had.”

“Christmas!” I widened my eyes as I sat up. “I have to get him a gift!”

“No,” Lorelei shook her blonde curls again. “He knew you were gonna say that. And he insists you don’t get him anything.”

“Why not?” I frowned.

“Because your coming to see him is his gift.”

I sighed and sat back again. “Oh, Lor.”

“What?”

“I can’t believe he did this. That you did this.” I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.

“Oh, hush you,” said Lorelei. “What are best friends for?”

I looked down at my hands folded in my lap. “I thought you were jealous of me,” I whispered.

“Oh I was,” she admitted. “I am.”

I gazed up at her with a pout. She grinned.

“Maybe jealous isn’t the right word. But I’m happy for you, I really am. And I’m proud of you.”

“Proud? Why?”

“Look at you,” she said. “You’ve taken such a massive step. Two years ago you were a mess. If you had met someone then, you probably would have pushed him away because you had this guard up. But now…not only have you let someone in, but you’ve let yourself fall in love again. And now you’re flying across the ocean to be with him.”

I felt my stomach flip and I swallowed hard. “I’m so nervous, Lor.”

“Why? You’ve slept with him before.”

“Not about that…about…the love part. I haven’t told him yet.”

My friend beamed at me. “It’s alright, doll. It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

With a groan I ran my fingers through my hair. “Ugh. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“You won’t.”

“I might.”

“How do you reckon?”

“It’s just…he’s so amazing, and I…”

“And so are you,” Lorelei declared.

“I have so much baggage,” I grimaced.

Lorelei chuckled. “And he doesn’t? He’s a bloody rockstar.”

“Good point,” I sighed, though I was still wringing my hands.

“C’mon, doll,” my best friend voiced as she rose from her chair. “You’re getting yourself worked up over nothing. Let’s go take an early lunch.”

“Margaritas?” I asked her hopefully.

Lor nodded. “Margaritas.”

“I’m so jealous!” exclaimed Emery with a huff as she plopped face down on my bed next to my suitcase.

“Of what?” I asked from the bathroom where I was gathering my toiletries.

“I wanna go to England,” she pouted, resting her chin on her hands.

I smirked at her as I returned to the bedroom. “Sorry, sweet girl. Maybe one day.”

Em groaned and grabbed my pillow.

“Will you hand me those shoes?” I asked her.

Her head still turned away from me, she reached for the flats I had lying next to her and let them fall on her other side, completely missing my outreached hand.

“Emery,” I scowled.

“What?” She lifted her head and saw the look on my face. “Sorry.”

Handing me the shoes properly, she sat up and sighed.

“Are you really that upset I’m leaving?” I eyed her.

“No. Kinda.”

“I thought you liked Harry,” I remarked, hoping the mention of his name would ease her mind.

“I do! But…I wanna see him too.”

Sitting on the bed next to her, I patted her leg. “Remember when you asked if Harry was my boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Well…he kinda is. But we haven’t seen each other in a while, and we miss each other. So he wants to spend some time with me. Alone.”

Emery sucked in her lips.

“Do you understand?”

My daughter nodded, her lips slowly spreading into a smile.

“I knew he had a crush on you,” she giggled.

Grabbing my pillow and rising from the bed, I playfully bopped her on the head. “You did not.”

“Yeah I did. I could tell.”

I stared at her for a moment, my hands on my hips. “Sometimes I think you are wise far beyond your years, Em.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re very smart for your age. And quite observant.”

Emery beamed at me and shrugged. Then she sat quietly and watched me finish packing for my trip. I didn’t bother to tell her my stomach was in knots, but I made sure I packed some Tums.

Just then, Lorelei, who had been watching television in the den with Jasmine walked in, holding my cell phone.

“It’s your mom,” she said.

“My mother?” I gasped. “Oh God, I haven’t told her.”

“Don’t worry, I did.”

“You what? Why?”

Gesturing her hand, she rolled her eyes. “Just talk to her, I’ll explain later.”

Taking a deep breath, I let it out, accepting the phone hesitantly. “Hi, Mom.”

“Stacey. Why did I have to hear from Lorelei that you’re leaving the country?”

“Sorry,” I said shamefully. “I just…it was kind of a last minute decision.”

My mom laughed. I was taken aback. I’d heard my mom laugh before, but this was different.

“No it wasn’t Stacey. I know all about it.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I just wanted to wish you a safe trip. Lorelei’s gonna call me if she needs anything.”

I felt my body relax. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome. I love you, sweetheart. I want you to be happy. Have a good time.”

“I…thanks. I love you, too.”

“Oh and Stacey?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t feel like you have to stay if you don’t want to. You can come home.”

I let out a nervous, unexpected chuckle. “I doubt I will. But thanks.”

“You like this guy a lot,” she said. Not a question, but a statement.

“I do.”

“I’m glad.”

When I hung up, I realized I had tears in my eyes. I quickly wiped them with the back of my hand. I looked at Lorelei who was keeping Emery busy with a game on her phone. She gazed up at me and smiled.

“Thank you,” I mouthed.

She nodded. It was all she needed to say.

Harry had told me a car would pick me up at the airport. Although I knew he wasn’t going to be in the car waiting for me, I couldn’t hide my disappointment when they driver opened the door for me. Shaking my head, I climbed inside, my purse in my lap. Butterflies danced in my tummy as I looked out the car window, watching the city go by until finally the countryside came into view.

My eyes widened when the driver slowed, and we approached a large house set back from the road. As he turned onto the driveway, I noticed the building was trimmed in lights and I imagined it looked lovely at nighttime.

When I climbed out of the car, stood beside it and took in the view. That was when I saw the sign. Marchburrough Inn - Bed and Breakfast.

A B&B! How quaint. How romantic. How-

“It’s about time you got here.”

My thoughts were broken by the sound of his voice. He stood in the doorway in an oatmeal colored sweater and jeans, the cutest grin on his face I’d ever seen.

“What’s with the weather, Styles?” I joked. “This is England. I thought there’d be snow or something.”

“It is unseasonably warm,” he agreed, pushing himself off the door frame with his shoulder. “I reckon you’ve brought the Texas weather with you.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault,” I sneered.

“Right, ‘ere you are, Missus,” I heard the driver say as he handed me my suitcase.

“I’ll take that,” grinned Harry, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

It seemed time and distance had suddenly taken a chill pill as soon as he was two feet in front of me. I thought I heard the driver say goodbye, or have a nice holiday, or something to that nature. But I couldn’t focus on anything in that moment but green eyes and the scent of his cologne.

“Hi,” he greeted me lowly.

“Hi.” I shrugged. “I’m here.”

Harry nodded, taking me in with his eyes before reaching out and pulling me into a warm hug.

“Ah, I’ve missed you,” he sighed, his breath tickling my hair.

“I’ve miss you too. You smell good.”

“You feel good.”

I smiled, my lips and nose pressed to his neck as we swayed gently in our embrace. I heard Harry hum softly until he kissed me next to my ear.

“C’mon. I’ll show you inside.”

He took my hand and I followed him over the threshold were he set down my luggage. Right away I could see that I’d only seen a glimpse of holiday decorating outside. The entry way was aglow with bows and wreaths, a lovely garland draped down the banister that led upstairs.

“How pretty,” I commented.

“Oh, wait til you see,” said Harry, pulling me to the left.

I gasped when we reached the living room. In the corner stood a massive Christmas tree, all done up in red and gold. Underneath were even wrapped presents, though I figured they were just empty boxes placed there for the effect. Across the fireplace mantel was another garland, adorned with lights, a display of candles and gold ornaments set atop.

“Stunning,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” agreed Harry, though his eyes were fixed on me.

I blushed as he lifted his hand to push a strand of hair from my face. I bit my lip and looked down.

“So,” I let out another breath. “I’ve never stayed at a bed and breakfast before. How many other guests are staying, do you know?”

“None,” replied Harry, his expression unchanged.

“None?” I looked around the room. “Where’s the owner?”

“Gone. On holiday.”

“Huh?”

Harry laughed lightly, scratching his nose. “It’s just us, love.”

I opened my mouth, my lips forming into an O shape, but the sound was delayed. “Oh,” I finally said.

Pulling me to him once again, Harry lifted my chin and kissed me. It was a long kiss, soft yet very eager. My fingers caught in his hair as I felt my body relax and melt into him. When he finally broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily.

“I’ll show you to our room,” he rasped.

“‘kay,” I nodded.

I watched him take my bag and I followed him up the stairs to the last room at the end of the hall. And for the second time in twenty minutes, I gasped. The room was gorgeous, absolutely the most beautiful room I’d ever seen. It was very masculine with dark woods but balanced with feminine touches of white linens and a satin headboard. On one side of the room stood a fireplace like the one downstairs, though it held no Christmas paraphernalia. Past it was a set of french doors that looked like they led to a balcony.

“Nice, innit?” grinned Harry, setting my suitcase on the bed.

I felt a sudden overwhelming sensation come over me and I couldn’t move.

“Baby…” he sounded, walking around the bed towards me. “You okay?”

I realized when his hand reached out to wipe a tear that I was crying.

“I’m sorry,” I swallowed, lifting my hand to touch his arm. “It’s just…you’re so romantic. This is so wonderful. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“Well, you deserve it,” Harry smiled. “But I’m kinda glad I’m the first.”

I chuckled slightly, squeezing his hand.

“So, I reckon you’re horribly jet lagged. Are you hungry, or would you like to take a nap first?”

“Oh,” I sighed. It hadn’t dawned on me until that moment just how tired I was. I’d slept on the plane, but not well. “Um…to be honest a nap sounds amazing.”

“Alright.”

“But…I don’t wanna ruin our time together.”

“No worries,” Harry shook his head. “If you’re tired, you should sleep.”

“That bed does look inviting,” I nodded.

“‘Course it does,” Harry wiggled his brows.

With a playful poke to his ribs, I unzipped my suitcase. Then I made my way to the adjoining bathroom that, no surprise, had a jacuzzi tub. When I returned, Harry already had the covers pulled down for me and was lying on one side.

“I’m sorry I’m so sleepy,” I yawned as I climbed in next to him.

“Shh, don’t be sorry. I’m just so glad you’re here.”

Harry held me close, dotting soft kisses on my lips, nose and forehead until I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the aroma of coffee and the soft clink of dishes. Rolling over onto my back, I stretched, taking a moment to remember where I was. Then I saw him standing at the foot of the bed, a tray on the ottoman in front of him.

“Hey,” I said with a yawn as I sat up.

His eyes shifted to me, a smile spreading across his face.

“I knew you’d probably want coffee,” he gestured at the carafe and cup in his hands. Then adding cream, he handed it to me.

“Thank you.” I breathed in the scent before taking a hefty sip.

“There’s sandwiches too,” he pointed, “and a bit of fruit. What would you like?”

I eyed the tray, then looked back at him.

“Both,” I commented. “But I’d also like to know that the rest of this trip doesn’t consist of you waiting on me hand and foot.”

Harry made a face, considering my words. “What if I want to?”

“You don’t have to.”

Harry sat down next to me on the bed, handing me a plate of sandwich triangles, grapes, strawberries and kiwis.

“But I want to,” he said with a frown.

“Fine,” I agreed with a sigh. “But just know that it’s not required.”

I set my coffee on the nightstand next to me and grabbed a strawberry, bringing it to my mouth. I could see Harry staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I watched him watch me.

“You have no idea how glad I am you’re here,” he remarked, his voice edged with longing. I knew because it was the same longing I felt.

Dropping the end of the strawberry on my plate, I leaned over, taking his face in my hands.

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded before placing a kiss on his lips.

After my lunch, Harry showed me around the rest of the house. I felt like I was intruding, going into the other empty bedrooms, rooms where strangers had shared their own memories, and perhaps left them behind. The kitchen was huge, completely modernized with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. Through the door was a beautiful dining room, large enough to sit twelve. I ogled over the chandelier and place settings done in red and gold.

When we made it back to our room, Harry turned to me with a grin. “I’ve saved the best part for last,” he said.

Taking my hand, he led me to the french doors. The crisp air hit me in the face, and I realized the temperature must have dropped some since I’d arrived. But stepping out onto the veranda, I saw what Harry was talking about. It was the most beautiful, serene scene I’d ever witnessed with my own eyes.

The house itself had lovely grounds, complete with a pool and pristine shrubbery. But it was what was past the yard that took my breath away. Our balcony looked out over a lake, trimmed in rocks and trees, the sun shimmering on the water like diamonds. It looked like something from a painting.

“Wow,” I whispered.

I felt Harry’s arms wrap around me, pulling me to his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

“I’m hoping if it doesn’t get too cold, we could eat dinner out here tonight.”

I turned around in his arms then, my hands on his chest. Without a word, I looked at him, really looked at him, taking in his beauty. Then I ran my hands up and around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his mouth. He responded with an audible sigh, sliding his tongue inside and kissing me deeply.

I felt the chill behind me, but my front was covered in warmth as Harry guided me into the bedroom, shutting the doors.

“God, I’ve missed kissing you,” he groaned, his hands in my hair.

“Me too,” I agreed as his lips travelled down my neck.

“Thing is…” he added between kisses, “it actually hasn’t been that long. But it feels like forever.”

“I know.”

Before I realized it, I had slowly been pushing Harry back and his legs were now hitting the end of the bed. Or perhaps he had been pulling me. Either way, we were together, no desire to separate.

“Stacey…baby…” he cooed in my ear.

“Hmm?” I asked, my fingers finding the edge of his sweater.

“I feel like…” he swallowed hard and looked at me, his eyes piercing. “I want you so bad. But you only just got here. I just…don’t wanna rush it, you know? We have so much time to spend together.”

Reading his face, I slowly nodded. “I agree.”

Harry ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” I explained. “I understand.”

“I’m not sure you do.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “Harry, it’s okay. We can take our time.”

Lowering his head to my neck, he kissed it again, leaving a trail to my lips. I giggled lightly as he pecked, his hands gently tickling my sides. I really did understand what he meant. True, I would have gone to bed with him right then and there. But sometimes adding a little anticipation makes it sweeter.

“So what would you like to do?” I asked him, a little bit teasingly.

With a smirk, he shrugged. “They got Netflix downstairs.”

I laughed. “Sounds good.”

We ended up watching a drama that had come out the year before. I snuggled up next to Harry on the couch, but halfway through it he started getting up every so often to go into the kitchen. I suspected he was getting started on dinner. Part of me wanted to ask, but I remembered his comment earlier about wanting to wait on me.

When the movie was over, however, and Harry hadn’t returned from the kitchen, I got up to find him. He was stirring something on the stove before opening the oven to look in on something inside.

“Do you need any help, sugar?” I asked him.

I saw him jump slightly before turning around with big eyes. “Um, no…baby…um thanks. But no, I got it covered.”

I pouted, leaning against the countertop. “You’ve been gone a while. You missed the end of the movie.”

“Did I? Sorry, love.”

“What do you need me to do?” I inquired again.

“Nothing. Really. I’m just…working on dinner.” He gave me his dazzling dimpled smile as he grabbed a dish cloth. “You can go start another movie if you like.”

“But I’m lonely in there,” I whined, dramatically sticking out my bottom lip.

His dimple still showing, he shook his head. “You stop with that.”

“With what?” I asked, walking around the counter. I stopped in front of him and reached for his waist.

“That lip,” he replied, his voice low.

Teasing him, I stuck it out further, tilting my head to the side. Harry made a half groan, half chuckle before kissing me hard, sucking on my bottom lip.

“That’s a little better.”

“Good, now get outta here.” I squeaked when Harry patted me on the behind. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Okay.”

I danced into the living room and chose a light-hearted comedy. Harry joined me ten minutes later, tickling me until I fell back on the couch.

“You’re a brat,” he quipped, pinning me down.

“No, I’m not.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he remarked.

“It is,” I said. “You’ve continuously surprised me since I met you, Harry.”

Loosening his grip on my arms, his weight shifted to his hips. It took all I had in me not to moan as I felt it between my own legs.

“Really?”

I studied his face for a moment. Surely he knew how incredible he was. He had millions of fans that proved that everyday. I was just one person.

“Really.”

The look on his face then was like none other he’d ever given me. Though he didn’t smile, I could feel the joy emitting from him. A slight intensity, as though he had something on the tip of his tongue, but not yet ready to put it into words. My stomach flipped as he leaned closer to me. I lifted my hand to touch a curl that had fallen on his forehead. He relaxed at my touch, letting out a deep sigh.

“Harry, I-“ I stopped myself. I couldn’t say it. Could I?

Harry’s eyes sparkled as he stared at me, silently urging me to continue.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I said.

Harry blinked slowly as his mouth turned up in a smile.

“Thank you,” he murmured, lowering his head so his nose ever so slightly touched my cheek. “But that’s not what you were gonna say.”

I swallowed hard, lifting my other hand to drag my fingers across his jaw. “Close enough.”

His breath tickled my skin, his mouth not quite touching mine. My own breath caught in my throat before I let it out in staccato beats. Harry’s nose grazed my cheek again as he made his way down to my neck and back up, still never allowing his lips to caress me. I felt my toes curl with excitement and anticipation as heat rose from my entire body. Finally, his eyes met mine again and he locked them there, his chest rising and falling.

“You have beautiful eyes, too,” he declared.

He’d just leaned in to kiss my lips when I heard a beeping sound from the kitchen.

“Shit,” Harry cursed, rising from the sofa. “Gotta check on the dinner.”

As soon as he left the room, my body felt a thousand degrees colder.

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[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Ok I know your inbox must be super full! But I never have sent you anything before and I found the wotc series… it was a really great read and loved the fictional world of this monarchy. I also loved seeing Leo in a different setting, very creative. And I also just am a big fan of your page, it’s hard to find people with the same interest in historical royal figures. 🫶🫶🥹but anyway I saw the recent picts of Leo with Felipe at the military base, and I had a thought. What if Alix surprised Leo by keeping her visit hush hush. Like they are busy at this point, doing their own things for their respective governments that it’s just long night phone calls and letters (yes letters because I feel like Alix would love to write handwritten letter) Sofia in the back just like, “you know you can send that letter in a matter of seconds but if you want to wait one to two business days to hear from Leo that’s fine with me” 🤣

Alix probably has some meeting she’s going to in France with her father, and Spain borders France, so I just imagine her working with St. John and Leonor’s secretary to just pop in announced for a quick lunch with her girl. Alix would arrive that the base and St. John and the others would have to be very careful to not ruin the plan. Because St. John is a very recognizable fellow. And Leonor probably would have noticed him from a distance. Luckily upon arrival Alix just hides out with Leonor’s secretary. They talk about everything till lunch time comes around. Alix is equally as nervous because she’s never surprised Leonor like this.

Alix walks into the canteen, spotting Leonor at the table, back to her chatting with her friends. She’s kind and sweet and a little red around the cheek due to her maneuver. Alix sighs, looks at St. John who just smiles and wishes her well. Holding a tray of food in one hand she makes her way to the table. The other cadets all stop, their eyes wide as they watch the princess of Volograd walk to their table.

Leonor picks up on their faces, mouth still moving as she pops a fruit in her mouth, blond eyebrows raising. “What is it?”. But right as she’s asking Another voice speaks.

“Excuse me your royal highness but is this seat taken? You see I just landed here a few hours ago and I need a guide”

Of course Leo knows who it is. She’s overjoyed to see Alix, she immediately drops her tray and pulls Alix in for a hug, she has half a mind to kiss her but then she remembers she’s with her friends and fellow cadets and she’d rather not. So she just settles for hand holding, a lot of it. Alix talks and makes jokes with her friends. They think Alix’s accent is really cool, foreign.

It’s only for an hour and once Alix has to leave Leo doesn’t want to let her go. But she does and she’s glad she’s got to Alix for a tiny bit. “Your sister has been texting me nonstop” Alix comments, “I better call her and let her know how it went”. As Alix is walking away leo can her talk to Sofia, no doubt somewhere in wales with a book in her hand and the phone in the other.

“It went surprisingly well”

“What do you mean did she cry?? Is that a bad thing she didn’t? “

She can imagine Sofia’s laughter.

This was longer than I intended. 😭 🫶

OMG Hi! I’m so glad you are a fan of my blog and what you said means a lot to me, really!

This ask is literally everything like— Alix planning away with St. John (an iconic duo in and of itself) and then Leo’s sweet reunion with her and I can just imagine the fluff AAH SO AWESOME! And Sofia being Sofia kills me, I wonder if she is like this in real life too? Wow this was everything and 1000000% happened in the series.

I’m sure I can speak for 🇪🇸 too but I love all of the WOTC fans so much for submitting little bits of fluffy details for this amazing universe and encourage you to flood my inbox with all of this awesomeness! Thank you so much for asking and sorry this took a LONG time to answer! 🤍

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

sung-woo is a rich successful man. he married, re-married, cheated, and did all the things men do when they’re young and dumb. until the birth of his only daughter, lee syelle. when she was born, she was tiny. really, tiny but that never stopped her from being the imaginative kid she always was.

from an early age, syelle wanted to be a doctor and her dreams finally came true when she graduated from a highly pristine college with her degree in nursing and became a registered nurse at the tender age of 22.

sung-woo was so proud of his daughter. he’s always been proud of her. most rich parents raise spoiled brats but not sung-woo. his raised syelle to be respectful, kind, and humble. his only hiccup? marrying his daughter off to her crush, jeon jungkook.

the deal was business-related but he couldn’t help but notice his daughter’s inquisitive eyes when she saw him passing by. in such a short amount of time, she was in love all over again and quickly took a liking to jungkook much to his reluctance.

so like usual, sung-woo pays a PI to look into jungkook and when it came back that was being unfaithful to his daughter he was once again starting from scratch with her love life until he received the horrid news of his daughter’s death.

his little princess. his bright young girl died from a broken heart and he immediately blamed himself. he should’ve checked in with her more. he should’ve called and visited more.

until a detective reveals a certain video coming from an unknown number:

hey sweetie! don’t worry, he’s doing just fine 😉

sung-woo clicks on the file and what he saw was outright disgusting. he couldn’t believe his eyes and to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, he zoomed in close and there it was: jungkook, his daughter’s husband, and y/n his private investigator in bed having sex.

he wonders if this video was intentional. could jungkook be the vile and cruel? livid, sung-woo slams his daughter’s phone on his desk and lets out a anguished “HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO MY DAUGHTER!!! THEY KILLED MY DAUGHTER!!!”

and then…tears.

“i won’t kill him. no…i want him to live with this. i want him to live with the fact that they both are responsible for killing my sweet little girl. karma will catch up with them. no one can be happy forever”

as jungkook stands over you with his hands wrapped around your neck, you aren’t sure what to think. you usually like when he does this because his intention is for pleasure. this time, his intention is to kill you for once again ruining his life that he participated in.

your hands frantically reach up to hit jungkook in his face. your eyes begin to bulge from their sockets the tighter jungkook squeezes your neck and then once he’s killed you he plans to kill himself. but not before seeing the ugly truth you’ve been hiding all along.

*ding dong*

jungkook lets go of your neck when he hears the doorbell ring, you’re gasping for air. choking on your throat from how fast you’re inhaling as much air as you can before making a beeline for the front door and when you do, there is jorja standing on the other side.

“girl did you see the news?! she’s dead! she’s fucking dead!” jorja says in a panic and when jungkook sees jorja’s shocked eyes he realizes that you both know each other. she caressed syelle’s hair when she cried to her but jorja knew everything from the beginning.

“what the hell is he doing her, y/n?” jorja nervously asks.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE JORJA?!” Jungkook screams with agony, she talked to you like you’ve been friends for a long time. “You wanna know know what the fuck I am doing here? I WAS FUCKING THIS WHORE WHEN MY WIFE DIED!” He cries falling to his knees.

He can’t live with this guilt, you should just kill him like you probably wanted to. “KILL ME YN JUST FUCKIN KILL ME!” He begs you, he’s the reason she died from a broken heart.

Her young heart gave out.

And it feels like his will too, at any given moment. How the hell do you know jorja. Does hoseok know about anything? “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU YN?!” He questions you before getting up and he wants to kill you.

The red angry marks around your neck are proof of jungkooks rage.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! AND HOW DO YOU KNOW JORJA?!” He demands, screaming like a mad man. Oh he’s going to go crazy.

Is there a knife? He wants to kill himself.

“I can’t kill you yn but I’ll kill myself- she’s dead because I COULDNT KEEP IT IN MY PANTS!? OH MY GOD.” He freaks out over and over, the truth is she’s dead because of him, not because of you or anyone.

Because of his infidelity.

Syelle is dead because of Jungkook.

“I NEED MY ANSWER!”

[the-eclectic-fox]

Comic Con Eve

I used to have a blog where I talked about art stuff and life stuff. I closed it down cause no one was visiting it, but I kind of miss doing work recaps and just having a place for all my word vomit.

I'm a very angry and tired person today. I'm super warm, but my hands are like ice, yet somehow also clammy. And clammy hands drive me mental so I'm constantly washing my hands and wiping my hands (which is awesome when you're covered in cat hair). So this should go well.

Today is set-up for Comic Con, and set up days are ALWAYS a nightmare (only comparable to tear-downs). Trying to get into the building, getting everything off the truck, FINDING a cart, getting our passes (they screw this part up every year for me), finding our table (also, screwed up every year), and finally getting everything set up.

Then my friend and her dad will be staying with us for the weekend (she volunteers for me, he volunteers for the doctor who society), and I love them dearly, but you can't have any kind of schedule or plan with him around.

Then, my body decided after 2.5 hours of sleep that it was ready to get up. So I've been up since 2am. And starting at 9:45am were the phone calls. Literally between 9:45am and 2:30pm I've had NINE PHONE CALLS, and I'm waiting on MORE! I have crippling anxiety, if my phone rings when I'm not expecting it - it causes a panic attack and sometimes impromptu vomiting. Mental health issues are great.

GI flare started yesterday, plus I have a super weak cold but having the two at the same time is mildly terrifying. If I sneeze or cough at the wrong time I am ruining EVERYONE'S day. But the funny (and sad) thing about it was I've been doing SO good with my diet, I haven't had attacks in months! Then, this week between con prep, house prep, and being sick ...this dumb-ass forgot to eat ...for 5 days. I last ate Sunday ...and it's Friday afternoon and I still haven't eaten anything. I am surviving solely on Tea caffeine (I'm not a coffee drinker) and spite. So the attack was my own stupidity. Sigh. Will I get the chance to eat tonight? Who the hell knows! Yay con! (This is why vendors always look frazzled - I'm not the only one with horror stories about prep)

Comic con fuck-up aside, I got bumped up to the vendor area in the Featured Artist wall! Instead of the tiny room no one can ever find where they stuff all the artists. So I have hope this year! I also have tons of new stuff, and did a complete overhaul to my prints.

This year I will still have prints, only limited to 5 of each and once sold out they're done! But I will also have lanyards, key chains, bookmarks, stickers, cups, shirts, tank tops, and hats. I'm super excited for the lanyards and key chains since this is the first time I've ever made them!

Highlight of it all? I get to see my best friend, my nails are a bangin' shade of orange, and after con starts HUNTING SEASON! I have three of them this year! And also in 2 weeks I will see my parents cause we are taking the last two days of bird camp to hunt birds on my parents property with my dad. Always a highlight of comic con.

[lamarckianenterprises]

Penasaran (Short Story) Genderuwo=Indonesian Incubus/Sucubbus

Once upon a time, in a cramped, and rundown alley I called home. There was a kindly old lady who lived in a little white house on the corner of the street. Almost every day: after school, when my parents were away, or when my so-called friends ditched me, I would spend my time with her.

There, seated on her front porch, I would enjoy the little cookies she served while I admired her garden, and listened to her stories. About the war, her husband, the life they lived together, and her misadventures both before and after his death. We certainly made a strange pair, but in that tiny patch of green, it felt like I had found a home away from home. Albeit one within walking distance of my actual home.

But those days wouldn’t last forever, and on a pleasant afternoon just like any other, my mother asked me to sit down, and told me my father had found a new job in another part of town, and that we would be moving to follow him. In hindsight it was the best thing that could have happened to me, but to my young mind the thought of moving away from all I had ever known was simply world shattering.

Later that afternoon, I went to that grandmother’s house for the last time. There we ate, we drank, and I talked about what I learned in school, about the flowers she was growing in her garden. Anything and everything that came to mind except for my leaving. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell her, but the words simply couldn’t come out of my mouth, as pathetic as it sounds I just couldn’t say goodbye.

Instead I whiled away my time and let my worries drift further from my mind until the sun hung low on the horizon. I said my goodbyes, and she said the same joke as always, “You know, you really should come inside one of these days. The genderuwo (tl: incubus) I keep would love to see you.” I didn’t quite know what that word meant at the time, so I laughed it off as usual, and made my way back home.

I don’t remember seeing her after that, we didn’t make a big deal about moving away, and in time we simply disappeared from her life (or her from mine really?). We weren’t family after all, and I was too young to have my own phone, and too dumb to ask for an address to send letters to. In the end there was simply nothing left to bind us together. And when I finally grew old enough to reach out to her online, I learned that she had passed away, and that the home I knew was little more than an abandoned ruin.

*

And that’s where it should have ended. But a couple of years ago, I walked past that old alleyway after a job interview that went south. And I was struck by a hideous urge for nostalgia that sent me walking down a familiar path. Or at least it should have been familiar, but the wide green fields I ran through were gone, the little corner stores had all moved, and the homes were now filled with people I did not know, who looked at me as if I did not belong.

‘But,’ I thought, ‘there would still be that house in the corner.’ Granted the worn out paint would have been more grey than white by now, the patio chairs would be nowhere in sight, the verdant garden she had lovingly tended to was almost certainly gone, and no one would be there, but I thought it would still be my home nonetheless.

In hindsight, I’m not entirely sure what I planned to do there, perhaps I wanted to pay my respects, or maybe I just needed to see that there really was nothing to go back to. But when I got to her old home, I saw that the door was open, and that the lights were on. There was someone inside of that dusty ruin, and in that moment, it almost felt like she was inviting me in again, after all this time.

Still, I took a moment to glance down the street, hoping to find something, anything that would stop me. A judgemental gaze from a nearby window, a pair of children whispering to each other about me, or a neighbourhood watch man walking intently in my direction, but there was no one there. I took my first few steps forward, and soon my shoes pressed down against the tiled floor, as I peered into the home I never knew.

*

The hallway itself made for a sorry sight. Gone were the picture frames that once proudly held her life’s story in vivid greys, and sepias. And so were the ominous masks and strange instruments that once inspired both wonder and fear. Their absence now left the walls bare save for the little holes left behind by the nails they once hung from, and their faint outlines still staining the wall.

I stepped lightly down the hall, leaving behind a trail of shoe prints in my wake, as I took in a deep breath of the musty air, and let out a hacking cough. My mind naturally drifted to the exacting care my mother took to scrub our floors clean of the dust and grime that otherwise infested the alleyway, and the smell of freshly baked goods and incense that once wafted out from this now hollowed hall.

My downward gaze drifted to the ornate wooden cabinet that once dominated the far end of the hall, now reduced to a wreck tilted back on three legs. I thought about making my way down there, and finally slake my childhood curiosity by throwing its double doors wide open. But I didn’t want to rush, there were still other doors to open, and plenty of questions I could have answered.

Instead I turned around, and opened the door beside me to gaze into her kitchen, or what was left of it. Little remained by now save for the ageing white wood and dusty black ‘marble’ of the countertop, and the dim white bulb that struggled to illuminate the rest of the barren room. It seemed that her relatives had long since made off with anything that was still of worth.

I could still imagine it though, what the room must have looked like before all this. In that empty space between the countertop and the wall I could see the gas oven that she fussed over to keep its metal surface practically gleaming, on the empty wall above it I could see pots and pans for every occasion, neatly hanging from little pins, or perhaps arranged on wooden shelves, accompanied by a extensively marked calendar or clock at the far end. And beside the cracked windows, I could see the rectangular planter that must have lied there, and the row of herbs and spices that once obscured the kitchen from view way back when.

It would have been quite a sight to see in my youth, but by now it was just another empty room. And another door to walk past as I made my way to the fallen cabinet. Before I ungracefully wrenched its ancient doors open to reveal the emptiness inside. Whatever wonders it once contained was long gone by now, save for the crumbling newspaper still clinging to its shelves.

It made me laugh, having another childhood curiosity of mine go unanswered like this, and it almost made me want to turn around and leave right then and there. But there was still one more door I could open and one more question to answer.

I took in a deep breath as I approached her bedroom door, and began to push its heavy wooden form open. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see behind it, a snarling beast locked up in chains? An arch tempter assuming the form of an old flame? Or perhaps just her tucked into bed for the night, as if nothing happened.

But instead there was just a dusty room, lit up by a flickering yellow light. With cracked yellowing walls, and greying stone tiles. Left empty save for the rusted metal bed frame pressed up against the wall that held an old mattress. And the broken picture frame lying atop it still loosely holding a sheaf of glossy paper, where I could see a familiar figure smiling up at me in full, if faded colours.

[mercurygguk]

midnight call (m) | jjk

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

word count; 3,027

rating; 18+

warnings; drabble for risqué – phone sex, swearing, dirty talk, masturbating (f. & m.), degrading names, a teeny tiny bit of fluff

a/n; this drabble takes place before risqué 3 so jk and oc are not dating at this point yet – however, this phone call is a few days before jk confessing in pt 3!! here’s a link if you wanna know what oc’s lingerie looks like :))

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it’s late at night on a thursday. the time in the upper corner of your phone has just passed midnight. you almost just back home from dinner with some friends. the moment you stepped through the door of your parents’ big mansion, silence and darkness surrounded you. your father was probably already asleep in his bed down the hall, so you had tiptoed your way upstairs to your bedroom. spending the evening with your friends was fun but taking a long hot shower was the only thing you could think of at the moment.

after showering, you’re wrapped in a fluffy towel and wandering around in your bedroom, getting ready for bed. you’re humming to yourself as you go through your night routine for your face, put some oil in your hair and blow dry it, and treat your recently bared nails with a nicely scented hand-lotion.

remember, ladies, self care is vital.

before getting dressed for bed, you sneak a glance at your phone to see if there are any new notifications. there are a few from instagram and twitter, a single text from your mom which you ignore for now. a rush of excitement runs through you when you spot the notification from the one person you were hoping to see the name of.

[12:17 am] jungkook😙: Hey, some of the meetings here had to be rescheduled, so I need to stay for a few more days. I’ll be back Sunday evening. Dinner at my place then? As an apology for canceling tomorrow :)

disappointment replaces the excitement in your chest almost instantly as you read his text a few times. he was supposed to be back tomorrow around the afternoon hours. you had been planning on going to his place after your dinner date with your father and you had really been looking forward to it. not that you were planning on doing anything special but he’s been gone since monday evening and you kind of miss him. besides, you always look forward to seeing jungkook; to kiss him, to cuddle him, to feel his body against yours ... feel his hands all over you, his lips too. the praises he always whispers in your ear whenever you cum around his fingers or his cock, the way he feels inside of you, the way he always takes such good care of you after completely ruining you.

maybe you should show him what he’s missing out on now that he’s staying out of town for another few days.

instead of replying right away, you drop the towel on the floor and move to the drawer with your underwear. in the far back of the drawer, you fish out a set of lingerie you haven’t used yet. you bought it a while back because you thought it was cute but you completely forgot about it not too long after. it might be of use now, you think to yourself as you slip it on. there’s a playful smirk spreading upon your lips as you make sure it hugs your body perfectly before applying a bit of lip gloss to your lips. you grab your phone and pose in front of the mirror, snapping a few photos of yourself in the lingerie and studying each one down to every detail. it’s a baby pink lingerie set – the bra has thin straps and the cups are made of very thin mesh fabric, flower details sprawled across it. it leaves very little to the imagination and so does the panties. you know he will easily be able to see almost everything in this photo. the flowers on the bra barely cover up your nipples and the thin waistband of the panties does wonders to your body shape.

once you’re happy with a photo, you open the text from jungkook. you send the photo and quickly type out a text, the very first thing that comes to mind. a mischievous grin grows on your face as you type ‘miss your cock <3′ and hit send before you can talk yourself out of it.

hopefully he’s still awake or this will be a waste of time and sexy lingerie.

after sending the photo and the text, you put your phone down on your nightstand and crawl onto your bed, still dressed in lingerie – you know… just in case he calls or texts you back and asks for more photos. you stare at the ceiling of your bedroom for what feels like hours before your phone goes off. you grab it off the nightstand, bringing it up to look at the caller-id. jungkook’s photo flashes across the screen and you can’t help but let out a tiny laugh, feeling a wave of victory run through your entire body. you had a feeling he’d call you after that photo.

“hey, kook,” you casually greet him after picking up.

“why did you send me that photo?” jungkook asks, not even sparing a second to greet you back. his voice is raspy, so hoarse and raspy that you’d almost believe he just woke up from a nap. a tingling feeling shoots through your stomach at the sound as you smirk softly to yourself. your eyes follow your hand as it runs over the swell of your breast and down the front of your torso, all the way down to the waistband of your panties.

“why? you don’t like it?”

“like it?” jungkook scoffs, chuckling cockily on the other end, “baby, you’re killing me.”

the words he speaks cause your smirk to turn into a smile.

“what are you doing right now?” he then asks, the question flowing through the speaker just as your fingertips dip under the waistband of your panties. you inhale a sharp but soft breath of air when you feel your middle finger brush over your clit.

“i’m in bed,” you softly tell him, “thinking about you.”

you can’t see it but jungkook is smirking on the other end, phone pressed to his ear as he stares at the ceiling. he heard the sharp inhale you just took and after weeks of having you in the most intimate ways, he knows exactly why and when you’d make that sound.

“is that so?” he hums, bringing the phone away from his ear and putting it on speaker so he can look at the photo you sent him. god, you’re gorgeous. that pink set with flower details is such a goodie girl lingerie but sending a photo like that definitely isn’t. neither is the way you’re sitting in front of the mirror; legs spread as you’re leaning back on one hand, the other holding the phone to snap the photo. the pink color of the mesh fabric does wonders to your skin, making you glow in confidence and beauty, and he can spot hints of your nipples behind the flower details. pretty, sensitive, nipples that he’d do anything to run his tongue over right this moment.

you snap him from his thoughts as you let out a light hum in response to his question. his smirk grows, the feeling of his cock growing hard in his boxers not going unnoticed at all.

“baby, tell me something,” jungkook hums as he listens intently, ears picking up some soft but very quiet whimpers, “are you touching yourself right now?”

he waits for your response despite knowing the answer already. but he still finds himself hoping, fingers crossed and mind praying to whoever is upstairs that you’re touching yourself right now to the thought of him.

“y-yes.”

jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding onto, smirk growing into a grin as he pictures you in your bed; dressed in that pretty pink set of lingerie, hand down your panties and playing with yourself as you think of him, think of what he can do to you, think of how he feels against you and inside of you, over you and under you – everywhere.

“need some help getting off?” jungkook asks.

it seems the words strike a cord within you because you gasp softly into the phone and the sound goes directly to jungkook’s cock, blood rushing to the tip.

“yes, please,” you breathe, “wish it was your fingers instead of my own.”

“yeah?”

you nod on the other end of the line before quickly realizing he can’t see you, “yeah, fuck- love having your fingers in me, kook.”

the words and his name leave your lips in a moan and he can only imagine how you’re desperately working your fingers against your clit, trying to get off while he talks to you.

“god, i love it when you moan my name,” jungkook groans, his own hand pulling his boxers down just enough to let him wrap it around his hard length. he hisses softly as he brushes his fingers over the tip, collecting the precum there to use as lube. he slowly begins to squeeze and pump himself, immediately imagining your tight and wet hole instead of his hand.

“mhm, kook,” you whimper, sounding needy and desperate.

“tell me what you’re doing,” he orders, “tell me where your fingers are.”

“on my clit, shit- they’re on my c-clit…“

jungkook’s teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he listens intently, the breathless sound of you trying to get your words out. he didn’t expect you to keep your fingers on your clit, he had been sure you’d already be fingering yourself at this point. maybe not.

“alright, baby, run your finger between your folds,” he tells you, “can you do that for me?”

“yes,” you whisper, doing as he told you. your middle finger dips between your folds, intense wetness engulfing it. how are you already so fucking soaked from this short conversation with jungkook? no way his voice alone is enough to have you wet like a waterfall.

“how wet are you?” he curiously asks.

you bite your lip tightly before answering, “so wet, jungkook, you wouldn’t believe how wet i am right now.”

“shit, ____,” jungkook hisses, “finger yourself. imagine it’s my cock. i bet i’d slide right inside that wet cunt of yours.”

a small whimper escapes your lips as you slip your middle finger inside of yourself, slowly pumping it in and out. your mind is filled with jungkook; his naked body against yours, cock edged between your legs, sliding in and out of you in such a deliciously slow pace that you’re begging him for more. your finger isn’t enough, it’s nowhere near the same as jungkook’s veiny, hard cock.

“kook,” you moan, his name sounding so much better when it comes from your mouth, “it’s not enough- i-it’s nothing compared to your cock.”

jungkook’s chest fills with pride as a smirk grows upon his lips, voice almost cooing at you. “oh, i know, baby. but you gotta try.”

“c-can i add another finger? please?”

the begging tone of your voice has jungkook hissing as he tightens his grip around his length, imagining your walls around him. he absolutely loves it when you become so needy that you’ll beg for permission to pleasure yourself, the bratty attitude you usually sport in these moments gone and nowhere to be seen as you beg for his approval.

“yes,” he breathes, just as weak as you – he loves it when you beg but he can’t hold it for long tonight, feeling rather needy himself, “fuck, yes, add two if you want. wanna hear you cum, baby.

after being granted permission, you add another finger, moaning at the feeling, pumping your fingers in and out of your warmth. jungkook’s heavy breathing travels through the phone, reaching your ear and causing goosebumps to rise upon your skin.

“are you… oh my god- are touching yourself?” you ask him curiously, pleasure cutting you off before you can get your question out.

jungkook smiles, “of course i am. how can i not after seeing that photo?”

the thought of jungkook getting himself off on the other end has you smiling and moaning in response, your walls tightening around your fingers. jungkook feels a shot of arousal shoot through his body and straight to his cock as you whimper his name, sounding so desperate for him and his thick, throbbing cock.

god, he misses being balls deep in your clenching, wet pussy.

“shit, the things i’d do to you if i was there right now,” jungkook groans as he quickens the pace of his bobbing hand, working himself closer and closer to the edge.

“what would y-you do?” you ask, wanting to know exactly what you’d be in for if he was here with you instead of in a hotel room in another city.

“first i’d eat you out,” he promptly says, his mind taking complete control as he imagines the scenario, “i’d taste that delicious, little pussy of yours until you’re begging me to stop. then i’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for days, make you cry because my cock just feels too good for you to bear. i’d have you on your hands and knees, your face in the sheets and ass in the air – your pretty, little hole all exposed and ready for me to use as i please.”

“fuck…” you cry, your orgasm coming at you with force as you continue fingering yourself closer and closer to your high. “i’m so close-“

“don’t cum before i tell you to,” jungkook growls, hand working hard to get him closer to cumming. he wants to hear you cum when he’s on the verge of it himself. an impatient whine leaves you at his words.

“but-“

“____.”

you slow down the pumping motion of your fingers, letting out a shaky breath as you try to hold yourself back from letting go, from jumping off the edge of the pleasure that’s been building up within you. you hear jungkook hissing on the other end of the line, quiet swearing words leaving his lips as he works himself to the high he’s been desperately chasing ever since he heard you moan his name through the phone.

listening to him pleasuring himself has your heart beating wildly in your chest, hammering against your rib cage and causing your blood to pump around in your veins, heat filling your body and spreading through your skin. the picture you have in your mind of him is unbearable; he’s on his hotel bed, boxers pulled down just enough to let him work his length without struggle. his head is thrown back, black curly hair a mess on the pillows and teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes tightly shut. he’s probably fucking his own hand, imagining it’s your pussy, swallowing him whole.

“please,” you whimper as your thumb carefully begins to slowly circle your clit, the motion just torturous enough to have you begging again. “jungkook- please, i wanna cum so bad, please!”

“fuck, baby,” jungkook groans, “listen to yourself.”

your back arches off the bed as you’re writhing against the sheets, trying your very hardest not to cum right this instant. jungkook lets out a breathless chuckle on the other end.

“you sound so fucking desperate,” he taunts, “begging to cum like the little slut you are.”

“jungkook, please let me cum,” you whine his name and plead for permission, growing impatient.

the pleading tone of your words travels through the phone and into jungkook’s ear, shooting a shot of pleasure through his body and straight to his cock. his hips buck at the sensation, his hand tightening around his length as he feels himself reach a high so intense he has to bite his bottom lip to prevent a loud moan from escaping.

“now,” he tells you, completely breathless, “cum now.”

a gasping yet relieved moan emits from your lips as you apply pressure to your clit, the orgasm you’ve held back for a few minutes hitting you so hard you have to drop your phone and cover your mouth before a row of whimpering, gasping moans leave you.

the muffled sounds of your orgasm reach jungkook on the other end, sounding like music to his ears as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, feeling himself release all of his cum onto his lower abdomen. he glances down, spotting the white drops of cum on his tanned skin. the things he’d do to watch you lick it all up right now.

“holy shit,” he breathes, chuckling to himself just as you bring the phone back to your ear.

“that was…” you begin.

“fucking hot,” jungkook finishes your sentence. “you had me making a mess here, baby.”

you grin, feeling some sort of pride in you at the thought of jungkook cumming all over himself because of you. if only you had witnessed it yourself instead of having to imagine it all in your head.

“sorry,” you sing-song causing jungkook to chuckle in amusement. you can hear him rummage around his hotel room before the sound of the shower running fills your ear.

“you’re not sorry at all,” he tells you with a chuckle, knowing you well enough to know that you are, in fact, not sorry at all for making him cum all over himself and his sheets. “wouldn’t mind if you had been here to clean it up though.”

“i’m sure you wouldn’t,” you laugh, “go shower already, it sounds like you need it.”

the grin on jungkook’s face is evident in his voice, “i really do. sleep tight, baby.”

“you too, kook.”

after hanging up, you get off your bed to go clean yourself up. you get dressed in one of jungkook’s big t-shirts that you stole from his closet one day when staying over. exhaustion fills your entire body as you finally get settled underneath the duvet. you grab your phone, wanting to check social media one last time before sleep but a new text from jungkook catches your attention instead, a smile spreading across your face and excitement back in your stomach as you read it.

[01:27 am] jungkook😙: No more photos or I’ll have to catch an early flight home. See you Sunday, baby. Goodnight :)

[infernalodie]

𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 (𝐩𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵?“

Inspo: NF - Trauma

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Male!reader x Cassie Howard (mentioned)

Summary: Sleepless nights, cruel thoughts, traumatized, you’d been knocked down to a single atom. And you wanted justice for what Cassie had done to you.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst, PTSD episodes, discussion of trauma, heavy dialogue on self-harm, and substance abuse. Just very graphic and direct with a lot of descriptions of everything.

Part One - Previous Part

Words 1897

DNI IF YOUR YOUNGER THAN 18 AND SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

“Mr. Y/LN, can you please read off the text message you sent to Miss Howard 2 months ago after the incident.”

Your hand cupped over your mouth was removed as you turned to the small screen on the stand. “Stay the fuck away from me or else.” You read off, looking back at Cassie’s lawyer, Mr. Kelly.

“I must ask what did you mean when you said ‘or else’?”

This court case had been going on for around 2 weeks now. There’d been witnesses from all your friends, telling the court about who you were as a person and your past relationships. Cassie had yet to be taken up to the stand as your lawyer told you that with all the evidence you guys had, it would blow her out of the water. And so far, you believed it as well.

Clicking your tongue, you exhaled heavily. “I had been planning on calling the police,” you explained. “I didn’t trust her being near me after the party.”

“Okay, I must ask for everyone’s sake,” Mr. Kelly sighed. “Why didn’t you? She had shown up and there were no police called to your residence. So, why did you let her in and why didn’t you call the police?”

“Well, it’s hard to do when she broke into my house and stole my phone.” Your words shocked the crowd sitting in the pews. Which held a lot of your friends and even Lexi and Suze, who at this point, weren’t on anyone’s side for the time being. Something that you understood, but knew you wouldn’t ever take a step close to that family anymore. Not after everything you’ve gone through.

“And did you attempt to get it back?”

“What kind of question is that?” You frowned. “Of course I did, but I knew she would spin it to be in her favour.”

“In what way?”

“In the way that she would want me dead!” You exclaimed. “If I didn’t speak up, if I was labelled an abuser, I might as well be dead. All my scholarships, all my friends, family, they’re gone. If I wanted a job, yeah, that would be a shitty situation for me down the line. So, no. I didn’t try to take my phone back because I didn’t want to have my life ruined as much as it is.”

Mr. Kelly, just for a moment, had a look of guilt. You understood that a lot of lawyers didn’t get to choose who they represented. It could be murderers who were guilty, and they would still have to try and defend them in some shape or form. And you didn’t know if Mr. Kelly wished to defend Cassie or not. What you did know is that a lot of people - a lot of men, had been looking at you as a beacon of hope in some way.

When the man sat down, your lawyer, Mr. Harrow stood from his seat and slowly walked to the centre of the room. “We all know Miss Howard arrived at your house late at night and stole your phone,” Harrow said. “But when you did get your phone, what did you do?”

“Cassie, please get out of my house.”

The blonde standing opposite of you held no form of guilt in her eyes. Just pure anger from all the bullshit you’ve thrown at her for the past few days. From getting a restraining order to taking her to court because of what she did to you.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what I can do to make it up to you!” She yelled, trying to step towards you. When you tried to step back, your heel hooked onto the edge of the glass coffee table, sending you tumbling to the ground. Crying out as your body collapsed through the thin sheet of glass that caused tiny shards to cut and nip at your skin.

“Did she purposely cause you to do that?” Harrow asked.

“Objection, hearsay,” Kelly stepped in.

“Overruled.” Judge Kain dismissed, turning her gaze to you, motioning with her hand for you to continue.

You licked your lips. “No, she didn’t.”

“And how many stitches did it take to seal up your back from the glass?”

Clenching your jaw, you closed your eyes. “113.”

Harrow let out a slow exhale through his nose. “What happened after that?” He inquired. “Did she help you?”

“No,” you answered. “She ran out of the house as I was bleeding out. Ms. Perez was luckily coming by and saved me.”

“Did Ms. Howard help pay for the medical bills?” Harrow asked, looking down at the sheet in his hand.

“No.” You answered softly, clearing your throat.

“Did her sister or mother help pay for the medical bills?”

“No.”

“Who helped pay for them?”

“Ms. Perez.”

“How much money do you need?” Was the first question Maddy had asked you since you were cleared from the hospital to go home.

Leading to where you are now, sitting in the bathtub with Maddy cleaning your stitches with such delicacy that you could just allow yourself to be soothed by the cotton brushing against your cold skin. But her question wasn’t just endearing, it was aggravating.

“Maddy, I don’t need your money, ‘kay?” You hissed. “I don’t want you to spend money on me and then it turns out I lose this case or some shit.”

But your comment was enough to have Maddy grab your chin harshly. A yelp slipped past your squished lips as your girlfriend glared down at you. “Don’t you ever say some dumb shit like that against or I’ll re-open these stitches, alright?”

You hummed, lowering your head with Maddy cupping your cheek. “Y/n, we have all the evidence on our side, alright?” She said. “We got the test results from your doctor, we have witnesses, we have the DNA on your clothes. There’s no doubt that her leaving her after last night will give us a bigger advantage if camera’s caught her. Me paying for the bills will help when I go up on the stand. The Jury will already be favouriting me over Cassie or anyone else she has to go onto the stand.”

It may have been off-putting that Maddy had practically thought about all of this, but it was Maddy and since that night, she had been dealing with everything for you. Helping you with the school as you didn’t go to the actual school anymore. She got you the living essentials when you ran out and she comforted you on the nights when you had nightmares and couldn’t sleep properly. She’s seen the most broken and traumatized part of you and Maddy wanted justice.

“Ms. Perez, the night you found Mr. Y/L/N in the bathroom, did you take him to the hospital to confirm that he was drugged?” Kelly asked, standing by his table.

“We didn’t because I wanted to get him home as soon as I could so he could clean up,” Maddy answered. “We went a day after when he told me what happened.”

“And what did happen, Ms. Perez?”

Just as hard as it was for you to talk about, it was just as hard for Maddy. Although you’ve protected her and she’s done the same, there was a pang of guilt in her heart after that night. Maddy knew she could’ve done something and she knew she could’ve stopped Cassie before she violated your body the way she did.

“He had been sitting in the living room at the party,” she explained. “Cassie came up and they made conversation and she gave him a drink halfway through. When he started feeling dizzy and numb, she took him upstairs to the bathroom where she proceeded to...” Maddy’s eyes flickered to yours, finding you with your head bent down and body shaking with choked sobs.

She hated seeing you like this. She hated waking up in the middle night because of your screams from the nightmares. She hated that no matter what she did, no matter how much comfort she laid upon you, there would never be anything to fix the scars Cassie caused. Cassie ruined your future, ruined your body, and destroyed your entire mind. There was nothing that could undo the damage created.

“She proceeded to have her way with him and told him she would say it was abuse if he tried to stop her-”

“Objection, hearsay.”

Maddy clamped her lips shut, holding back the onslaught of comments begging to get out. She hated Cassie. She hated Kelly, and she hated the fact that this wasn’t over yet. With all the evidence given, this should be over and done with.

“Overruled!” Kain growled, glaring at Kelly.

“Ms. Perez, can you confirm that Mr. Y/L/N has been put onto anti-depressants?” Harrow inquired.

She nodded. “He is.”

“Can you please say why this is the case?”

Inhaling deeply, Maddy sent a sparing glance at you. Still finding your head bowed in either embarrassment or shame. “I found him with box cutters in the bathtub a week ago,” she answered. “He said he was scared that if Cassie won, she would destroy his life further. So, he didn’t want to live through that.”

“Did he follow through on harming himself?” Harrow asked carefully, having gotten to know you and Maddy quite well and understanding how traumatizing this is- For not only you but for Maddy as well. She’s suffered just as much as you have.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Maddy nodded. “He made cuts along the veins,” she recalled, face scrunching up at the horrifying images that appeared. “I got him out of the tub and called the police before he could lose too much blood.”

“And did he ever have any types of thoughts like this prior to the party ever happening?”

Maddy shook her head with a small chuckle. “No, he was always so happy.” She smiled. “He was always willing to be there for me and the rest of our friends if we ever needed him. Was great at school, was responsible, and he was someone you could rely on and trust. And now, he is broken and I don’t know how I am supposed to save him.”

Harrow glanced over at Cassie who was in a fit of tears before he looked back at the Judge. “That’ll be all, your Honor.”

“I think I have heard enough of this horrific situation that has taken place.” Judge Kain took her glasses off. “From the amount of evidence given and the unanimous decision by the jury, Ms. Howard, you will be tried as an adult for drugging and forcibly sexually assaulting Mr. Y/L/N. You will serve 24 years in prison with no parole.”

And when she hit the gavel against the desk, you felt your entire body shut down. The dam holding you up finally shattering and leaving you in a fit of tears. Relief washed through your system as you felt the arms of your lawyer wrap around you.

Then Maddy was by your side, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We did it, baby,” she whispered. “The bitch got what she deserved.”

But even though that may be the truth, Cassie left opened wounds on your physic. Wounds that wouldn’t ever be able to be patched over.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"