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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew:

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #twinkification #jockification #straight to gay

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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When Nancy’s mom pulled her aside one day to ask her a favor, she never thought that it would involve tutoring the Steve Harrington. The basketball starter that had nearly every girl in their high school wrapped around his finger.

And sure, Mrs. Harrington was offering some really good pay, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do it. Because Steve was…a lot. He was cocky, he was weirdly aggressive when it came to his drug dealer best friend, and if his grades and lack of self-control were anything to go by, he was also dumb as hell.

Just because he was the hottest guy in school didn’t mean she wanted anything to do with him. But her mom didn’t really give her a choice, not when she had been vying for Mrs. Harrington’s friendship for years.

And that’s how she found herself on the Harrington doorstep on a Sunday, dreading how tedious trying to make someone with no attention span learn was going to be. She rang the doorbell, impatient for the whole thing to just be done with already.

She was surprised when it was Eddie Munson who answered the door, clad in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt that Nancy was pretty sure belonged to Steve, unless he had been a secret swimming champion in 1982. For a split second she thought she was at the wrong house, until she remembered that Eddie was supposed to be living in a trailer park.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, not even the slightest bit embarrassed to be caught without pants on at someone else’s house, “Uh, can I help you?”

“I’m here for Steve? Um, I’m his tutor? Nancy Wheeler?” She wasn’t sure why she said her own name like it was a question, but the way Eddie was staring her down had her uncharastically nervous.

But his eyes brightened at the word tutor. He stepped aside to let her in, “Oh yeah! He told me that was today, I guess we just lost track of time. Wait here. I’ll go get him. You want a muffin? I literally just made them, unless you're allergic to chocolate? But if you’re not they’re like, really good, my uncle’s recipe so you can trust it.”

He was talking a mile a minute as he led her into the house, happy in a way she never would have expected from him. In school he was so…defensive. Always willing to cut down anyone who made a comment about his weird sense of style. And there was also the little known fact that he sold freaking ketamine in the woods behind school with a small history of violence and theft. She kind of thought that the drug dealer whose wardrobe half consisted of skulls wouldn’t be the type of guy to bake muffins.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want one.

“Um, sure?” She said, jumping a little when Eddie suddenly tossed one her way.

Before she could even say thank you he was two-stepping his way up the stairs, whistling a tune that Nancy couldn’t help but smile at. If Eddie Munson could be so nice, then the odds of Steve turning out to not be a total dick were looking pretty good.

She could hear him slam a door open upstairs, voice loud and obnoxious, “Time to wake up sunshine! You got some learning to do!”

Nancy wandered over to the stairs as she ate, happily surprised at just how good it was. She couldn't hear much else, just a few groans and some shuffling, then something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle before the two of them made their way back downstairs.

Steve was just as disheveled as Eddie was, hair a mess as he blearily blinked into the light, like it wasn’t already noon. He at least had the decency to put on pants though, something that Eddie had decided was superfluous.

He waved at her as they came down, at least apologetic, “Hi, I’m Steve. Sorry about that. I was up late last night doing- I mean watching movies. Kind of let the day get away from me a little bit.”

He put out his hand for Nancy to shake and she couldn’t help but notice just how big they were. She took it, suddenly a little flustered as she spoke, “Nancy. And we’ve uh, actually met before. Believe it or not.”

Steve blinked at her, mind obviously racing to try and figure out when he’d seen her before, “Please don’t tell me we used to date.”

“No we didn’t but- wait. You don’t remember all the girls you’ve dated?” Nancy raised a brow at him, suddenly a lot less impressed. Just how big of a player was this guy?

But at least he had the good grace to look embarrassed, “I-well, it’s not like that. I-”

Eddie put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the midst of his stuttering sentence, “Stevie, stop while you're ahead. Now go get some food so your brain can actually function.”

Surprisingly, Steve obeyed, just like that. He just nodded and puttered into the kitchen, leaving Eddie and Nancy to follow him.

Eddie leaned over, stage-whispering in her ear, “He’s usually a lot more charming after he’s been conscious for more than 5 minutes. I swear.”

They rounded the corner, just in time to see Steve eat half a muffin in one bite. He moaned at the taste of it, and Nancy was suddenly blushing for the second time in one day.

He smiled at Eddie, hearts in his eyes, “How are you so good at everything?”

Nancy was starting to understand why her mom always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. If she didn’t know any better she’d say that Steve was seconds away from asking Eddie to ride into the sunset together.

Eddie shrugged, even though his face was positively pleased. Steve finished the rest of it with a dreamy sigh, eyes still locked on Eddie.

“God, I love-” Steve coughed mid sentence, and for a second Nancy was sincerely worried that he had managed to choke on a piece of muffin. But the next moment he was fine, glancing over at her before straightening, “Uh, when my parents are gone. You can eat anything you want. Thanks for making them dude.”

Eddie snorted, barely managing to keep his laughter inside, “No problem, dude. But now that you're functioning I’ll let you guys get to it. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Nancy wasn’t sure just what they would need him for, but Steve nodded anyway. It was almost weird, just how comfortable Eddie was in his house. She had half expected him to leave after he dragged Steve downstairs, especially since it was a school night, but the way he sprawled himself out on the couch said otherwise.

They set themselves up at the kitchen table, Nancy with their biology book in hand and Steve with a second muffin. She cracked her book open, internally preparing herself for an afternoon of frustration. So imagine her surprise when none came.

Because Steve Harrington was nothing like she expected. He wasn’t some undiscovered genius or anything, but he was diligent. He didn’t try to make a move on her, which her friends had definitely warned her about when they first heard she was tutoring him. He never got mad when he didn’t understand something, or even impatient. If anything he was just apologetic, a constant barrage of I’m sorry coming out of his mouth whenever he got something wrong that she already explained.

It was endearing to say the least. He even offered to drive her home after. She hadn’t realized that the offer included Eddie poking at him from the back seat and complaining about the music the whole ride home, but still. It was a nice gesture.

When her mom asked her how it went she didn’t even have to lie. It went great. Not even on the whole he wasn’t a dick side of things. He was making ground when it came to his schoolwork, he just needed a little bit of extra attention.

She found herself laying in bed that night with a smile on her face, more than excited to see Steve again. Maybe they’d even manage to get a little alone time, just so she could get to know him a bit better.

For strictly tutoring reasons, of course.

Part 1.5 Part 2 Part 3

From an unpublished chapter of this fic (But I'll probably add part two and the reveal here because it kind of works with tumblr formatting!)

#secret relationship steddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #nancy wheeler #the universe trapped in your skin #unrequited crush #sorry nancy #boy's taken #stranger things #season 1 rewrite #childhood friends au #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things season 1 rewrite #stranger things fic

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #platonic stobin #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington

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twice-inamillion · 7 months

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Forever Jihyo

Fluff, Smut (Wedding, lap dance, deep penetration, doggy style, creampie)

Chapter 210

5,180 Words

(Jihyo and OC’s wedding celebration in Hawaii. Consists of a small group of people close to the members and OC. Also a special performance from OC.)

Mina enters Jihyo’s room and sees a sleeping Jihyo, “Unnie, wake up.” After some poking, Jihyo slowly opens her eyes and asks, “What time is it?”

“It’s ten in the morning. We need to get ready. Today’s the big day,” as Mina opens the large blinds and the sliding door to let some fresh air in.

Jihyo stares at the window and mumbles, “Yes, today’s the day.

“Breakfast is ready,” shouts Momo. Today was her turn to make breakfast since you left early in the morning to meet up with your friends.

“How do you feel, Jihyo? Excited on being the first one to get married?” asks Nayeon.

“I’m happy but nervous. I want everything to go well.”

Chaeyoung shouts, “What’s there to be nervous about? Oppa can’t runway even if he wants to, haha.”

The members glare at Chaeyoung for her comment, and Tzuyu says, “Daddy wouldn’t run away; he loves us too much. Right?”

Mina responds, “Of course, he loves us and the babies.”

After breakfast, the members head out to the venue in golf carts, racing to be the first ones there. “Wow, the venue looks so pretty mommy.”

Jihyo replies, “Your daddy and I chose it for that reason, and it’s really private.”

After all the members arrive, they head inside and do the last-minute check on Jihyo’s dress and get their makeup done. During their makeup session, the members take selfies and photos of each other as memories. Jihyo smiles, watching her members having fun, and Jisoo comes to mind.

Suddenly, she hears small footsteps that make her think of her baby girl, and she looks at her phone for pictures of Jisoo. The footsteps get louder, making her a bit emotional, when she hears, “Umma!”

She turns around and sees Jisoo standing by the door. Jisoo holds her hands up and cries after not seeing Jihyo for a few days. “My baby,” running to Jisoo and picking her up. “I missed you.” Jisoo kisses Jihyo on the cheek, “Umma! Umma!”

“Jisoo was excited to see you, Jihyo,” says Jihyo’s mom. “I really missed her.”

Not long after, Ari and Hina also come along, holding hands with each other, Mina’s mom behind them. Ari tried to go with Jisoo, but Hina wouldn’t let her go, especially since the place they were was foreign. It wasn’t until they saw a glimpse of their mother that Hina let go of Ari’s hand. “U… Umma,” Hina rubbed her eyes and was about to cry. Not too far behind, Ari shows excitement to see her mother again, as well as her other aunties.

Mina hears Hina’s cry, hops off the high chair, and waddles (runs) her way to her children. She picks both up and is attacked by kisses from both of them.

“Seems like Hina is willing to put some extra effort is it’s for her mom. I haven’t seen her this active,” says Mina’s mom.

Mina walks to her mother, kisses her, and thanks her for watching her children while she was gone.

“Where’s Daeun?” asks Dahyun, wondering where her baby was.

Jihyo’s mom replies, “Chaeyoung’s mom is with her. She was sleeping and didn’t want to wake her up, so she has her in the stroller.” Dahyun gets off the chair and heads out to meet Daeun, “I’ll be right back.”

“What time did you all arrive?” asks Jihyo.

“Just before midnight. We didn’t want to call since we were tired and just wanted to rest, but these little ones woke up early, excited to see their mothers,” as Jihyo’s mom looked at the babies.

“Is that true?” asked Jihyo. Jisoo nods and gives her mother a big kiss. “Aww, my baby missed me.”

“Alright, girls, let’s give your mommies some space to prepare for their pictures. How about having some shaved ice. Your grandpa went to go get some.”

“Down… down….” the children wanted to be placed back on the floor. They hold their grandma’s hand and walk back towards the patio to meet their grandpa with the shaved ice.

The day continues, and the members are done with their makeup. They take selfies and pictures of each other throughout the day. They try to take photos of the beautiful landscape, the big ocean in the background, and the amazing view of the venue.

You have also been busy and have done some last-minute preparations for the ceremony when you hear a knock on the door, “Can I come in?”

“The door is unlocked,” you respond and see Samatha, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to see how you were doing. Can’t visit my best friend?”

“Yeah, just surprised it took you this long.”

“You know how it is, the girlfriend wanted to stay in longer,” and gives you a smirk.

“Yeah, I know,” smiling back.

“Excited for your wedding?”

“Of course, but nervous too.”

“Why, scared that your harem is going to get jealous?”

“Haha, don’t jinx it.”

“I’m just kidding. Anyway, why didn’t you invite your siblings? You know your older brother and younger sister have been asking about you. Your relationship with them wasn’t that bad, right?”

“We’re okay. We speak here and there but I wouldn’t want to see them, don’t want to get involved with my family if I can help it. You know how they are, remember.”

“Yeah, you’re right, but they are still your family.”

“Not by choice, just born into it. Why have they been talking about me?”

“Well… they know. Just the two.”

“You mean… about the wedding?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, how did they find out? I just hope they don’t show up. I don’t want them to make to complicate things.”

“You know how they are, your brother and sister like messing with you; maybe they keep tabs.”

“I don’t want them interfering with my personal life, especially with the members.”

“Oh yeah, that would be troublesome, especially with Sana since that’s her type, haha. They asked me how you were doing, but I just told them I didn’t know.”

“Thanks, even if they know I just want them to stay away.”

“Alright, man do sound too gloomy, it’s your wedding day. Just enjoy and make the most of it. You already have your honeymoon planned out, right?”

“Of course. We are heading out once the wedding is over,” showing a slight smile.

“Make sure to enjoy your honeymoon, but don’t go too crazy,” as she waves goodbye.

After the photoshoot, the guests begin to arrive at the venue. It isn’t a large wedding like those on television but enough to see friends and family.

The first to arrive are Jihyo’s family, consisting of her mom, dad, two sisters, and Jisoo. Then Mina’s mother, father, and the twins. The third person is Chaeyoung’s mother and Daeun who is in a stroller. The fourth group is Sana’s mother and father, who goes to check up on Sana’s condition.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the guests to arrive and make their way to their seats. Watching the seats get filled makes you a bit nervous and gives you an idea of how the members feel when they perform.

“Alright, everyone, gather around and start taking your seats. The ceremony is about to begin in a few minutes,” says the wedding planner.

As the groom, you’re the first one to make it to the altar and see familiar faces: Momo’s family, Tzuyu’s mom, Jihyo’s friend Sejeong, Somi, and other close friends.

Next to you is manager unnie, who has covered for you since you arrived at the company, your friend and now the person to ordain the wedding.

You wait before the altar as the music plays, signaling the bride and bridesmaids to come in. In comes the members in pairs in order from oldest to youngest, smiling at their parents and making their way alongside the altar.

Out comes Jihyo and her dad, walking at a slow pace. You can’t help but be in awe of how beautiful Jihyo looks. The closer she gets, you reminisce the memories you have made with her, happy ones and sad ones, each holding significant value to you both. Your heart beats faster, your hands start to sweat, and your eyes become watery.

They stop inches from you, and Jihyo’s dad walks to you and grabs your arm, “I know you’ll make her happy and protect her with all your might. You’re a great guy, but please don’t hurt her.” You place your hand on his shoulder and reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect her with my life.”

He walks towards Jihyo and says, “I don’t know what your future holds for you, and I know that twenty years from now, many things will have happened that we can’t predict. But whatever happens, and wherever you go, your Mum and I know you’ll always have each other’s love, and you’ll always have ours.” Jihyo tears up and hugs her dad, giving him one last kiss as his little girl.

He holds both your hands, “I know Jihyo will be an amazing wife, and I know that because if she’s anything like her mother, she’ll still be making you smile even 50 years on,” with a teary face and walks to his seat.

“Today is a happy day as we come to celebrate the union between two people who will become one. I’ve known these two for a long time, and I can tell you that their love is pure and real. I remember scolding them when they got together, but I eventually accepted the fact and assumed it was just a fling; over time, I would see how much in love they were. I’ve seen their relationship deepen over the years and bloom (looking at Jisoo). I am happy that they asked me to officiate their wedding here today,” and the audience clapped. “Thank you.” She continues her speech and eventually signals you for your speech. “Now, we will hear from the groom.”

You pull out a card from your pocket and look at Jihyo, “I remember the first time we met, you and Jeongyeon were playing a panic on Nayeon. She was chasing you around the hall, and I thought you were somewhat of a wild person. I was somewhat timid, but you easily approached me and invited me into your group. It was weird at first, but over time, I got used to having you around and thought of you as a little sister. Eventually, I left and didn’t think our friendship was going to last, but I was wrong. You messaged me often while abroad and kept me company during my loneliest times. Our relationship deepened, and we secretly became boyfriend and girlfriend, not telling anyone about it, even your closest friends. When I came back, I was scared of our relationship because of your job, but you said our love is what mattered. We had our ups and downs, but we always got through it, and look at us now, us standing here in front of our loved ones. I promise to make you happy and protect you and our family forever.” You see Jihyo tearing up and holding her hand.

Jihyo is given the mic and pulls out her card, “I remember the first time I met you; you were timid when you arrived at our company. I wanted to welcome you and invite you to our group, which I am thankful for because it was one of my best decisions. You were so nice to me, shared your snacks, and even helped us sneak in food while we were on a diet. I felt safe having you around. I know you saw me as a little sister, but I wanted to be more than that. While you were abroad, I knew it would be hard to keep in touch, but we made it work. You might not have known them, but having you around, even if not in person, kept me going during my most challenging moments. I remember the encouragement when I would share my bad days with you and how I should always look ahead. I remember how happy I was when you accepted being my boyfriend; it was the first time I asked a boy out, haha. I gave you hints, but I know you can be dense sometimes, so I took a leap of faith and looked at us now. We have made wonderful memories together; we even have our own bundle of joy (looking at Jisoo).

I know our relationship might not be typical, but I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Thank you for being my best friend, being there during my happiest and toughest moments, for cheering me on, and assuring me that everything is going to be okay. I’m the luckiest girl in the world for having someone like you in my life, and I want to spend it together with you, forever.”

“I know the both of you will make each other happy. If there is no objection, I will make this official and announce you both married by the powers given to me. You may both kiss the bride.”

The crowd applauds as you and Jihyo share a passionate and heartwarming kiss. You both wave and start to walk down the aisle and see Jisoo running, carrying a pouch of flower petals and throwing them in the air, “Umma, appa!”

Jisoo sits between the both of you while dinner is served and is having the best moment of her life after the photo session. She looks at the large amount of gifts placed on the table nearby, which is getting her excited. “Do you like it when they bring the presents?” asked Jihyo. Jisoo nods, “maybe we can open them later.”

Jihyo’s mother then stands up, grabs the mic, and says, “Let’s give a round of applause to the newlyweds.” Jihyo and you stand up and wave to the audience. “Thank you for being here today and being part of this beautiful moment. We also have more surprises to come, so please enjoy.”

You and Jihyo head to the back and get ready for your first dance as a married couple. Slow music begins to play, and you both walk to the middle of the stage. You hold her hand, place the other on her waist, and move back and forth to the rhythm of the music. “I love you, Jihyo.” “I love you, too.” “We are finally together.” “Yes, you're finally all mine.” She places her head on your chest as you continue to dance.

On the other side, the members can’t help but tear up watching the both of you together as husband and wife. “They look so happy together; it’s cute,” says Sana. “I wonder who’s next,” asks Chaeyoung. The members look at each other and giggle.” The dance ends, and everyone goes back to their seats.

“I want to give a toast to the newlyweds. I’m so happy for both of you on this special day. I know that my daughter, Jihyo, really loves him. I would hear his name often when they were younger and even more after she debuted. I remember when I met him for the first time, the way he would look at her, I knew they would last. Please treat each other with love and respect. You may have ups and downs, but as long as you both are there for each other, you will overcome any situation. Welcome to the family!” and holds her glass up. Everyone cheers. “Oh, by the way, I want more grandkids, so let me know if she isn’t treating you right. I’ll talk to her,” which makes everyone laugh, and Jihyo dies of embarrassment.

The night continues as people give their own toast, sharing memories of both the groom and the bride. Some of them are nice and sweet, and others are just funny.

After finishing their speech, they announce the father and daughter dance. You watch as Jihyo dances with her dad. During the dance, Jihyo gets emotional as her father tells her how much he loves her. “I love you so much, my little one; you grew up so fast. I still remember when I held you in my arms. I hope he makes you happy; just know I’m here for you, always.”

After their song ends, it’s your turn to dance with Jihyo’s mom and Jihyo with her younger sister. You grab onto her hand and her waist and begin to dance slowly. “Thank you for marrying Jihyo. She was such an active child that I feared she wouldn’t find anyone. Thank you for coming into my daughter’s life and giving us Jisoo. Please treat them well; I’m entrusting my little babies to you.” You hear Jihyo’s mom voice crack as she tries to hold back her tears. “Of course, I love her and will protect them with my life.”

The music ends, and the both of you walk back to your table. Dinner continues, and everyone is enjoying the food and waiting for the wedding cake to arrive. The members come up to your table, take selfies with both of you, and wish you the best. You then hear a subtle comment from Dahyun, “When will it be our wedding, but before you can say anything, Mina pouts, “You still need to give me my ring and point at her ring finger.” Jihyo laughs and says, “You still haven’t proposed? You’re bad. You can’t make a girl wait like that,” in a devilish manner. You look at Jisoo eating next to Jihyo in her high chair, “Jisoo, help Daddy!” Jisoo looks in your direction and laughs, which results in her noodles falling out of her mouth. She looks at noodles that fell on the floor and starts to babble while making a serious face. The members laugh and say, “Looks like Jisoo is mad at you too.”

After enjoying the food and the atmosphere, the announcer shouts, “It’s time for the groom to take off the garter from the bride!” Everyone looks with anticipation as Jihyo sits on the chair. You slowly get on your knees and aim for her left leg, going up her dress. You can see the nervousness on her face, but it changes completely when she feels your fingers aiming higher than just her garter. With a surprised face, she held your arms, “Oppa, not here. There’s people watching.” You look at her with a smile, “you’re not nervous anymore, right?” Her attitude changes, and she seems more comfortable. You continue to slide her garter down her leg until it reaches below the knee. For the last part, you use your teeth and cause everyone to laugh as Jihyo smacks your back, “Oppa, my parents are watching!” Jihyo turns around to see her dad laugh and her mom covering her sisters' eyes.

With the garter in your hands, you spin it around in the air with excitement. The crowd cheers, especially the members. Jihyo’s mom brings a chair for Jihyo; she gets on and holds her bouquet, “Who’s ready? Most women come up to the stage, including the members and the member’s mother, just for fun. Everyone waits for Jihyo to throw the bouquet of flowers, the people surrounding Jihyo from behind. She teases them by pretending to toss the bouquet but laughs when they reach up high to catch it. After a couple tries, she finally tosses the bouquet up high in the air, making everyone’s head look up in the air. The flowers fly across the stage from Jihyo’s force, missing the people next to her, and landing on Jeongyeon’s arms. Everyone looks at her with a surprised look as she seems shocked by what just happened. “Wait… I don’t want it,” and hands it over to Nayeon. The members laugh at Jeongyeon’s reaction and tease her at their table.

The music begins to play, and some guests come up to the stage to dance. Sana approaches Momo and Nayeon, grabs their hand, and pulls them to the stage. They dance to the first song, and when it is over, they return and get Dahyun and Chaeyoung to join. Jihyo laughs as she watches the members dance to the music, “Want to dance?” “What about Jisoo?” you ask. “Let's take her with us!”

You carry Jisoo in your arms and make your way down the stage. Jihyo moves towards the stage and dances with the rest of the members. With Jisoo in your arms, you grab hers and move along to the music. She laughs every time you spin around and asks you for a hug. Jihyo comes towards you and dances along with Jisoo.

After a couple of songs, Jisoo and the rest of the children fall asleep and get taken to one of the rooms to rest.

You perform a dance for the last two songs and have some of the members as backup dancers. The first dance is a mashup of various songs, both in English and in Korean. The guests are surprised by how well you move and applaud when you dance, as well as the dance machine. For the last dance, it's a solo dance, and you have a chair placed in the middle of the stage. This dance was something that the members chose for you as a bet and were first hesitant about. After some convincing and practice, it's time to do your solo performance. The announcer says, “We need a female volunteer for this performance!” Chaeyoung raises her hand but is told by my Nayeon that they must give someone else a chance. Immediately, Chaeyoung’s mom extends her hand, then some of the other of the mothers, including Samantha’s partner who immediately gets shut down, Sejeong, and Jeongyeon’s sister.

“Chaeyoung’s mom, chaeyoung’s mom,” shout the members while Chaeyoung herself is covering her face of embarrassment. “Please, no, don’t do it.”

Momo runs and escorts Chaeyoung’s mom to the chair in the middle of the stage. She places her arm on the armrest. “Alright everyone, this performance by the groom is something that the members choose, be advised.”

The music starts slowly, and you massage her shoulders behind the chair. She gets goosebumps to your touch, and you knee in front of her, grabbing her hand and kissing it. She covers her mouth, trying to stop herself from shouting but can’t stop herself when you hover over her thighs and place her hands on your butt. You put your arms around her shoulders and behind to grind above her. You can hear the members shouting, “It’s so hot! Grab his ass!” You let go, back up a couple of steps, rip off your white dress shirt, and throw it to the ground, causing the audience to shout even louder.

Meanwhile, chaeyoung can’t help but feel completely embarrassed watching her mother getting a lap dance from her oppa. Jeongyeon’s sister whistles when she sees your toned abs, causing Jeongyeon to glare in her direction. “I baby Sana found herself a good man; look how hot his body looks,” says Sana’s mom.

You walk around the chair, grab her hand, stand her up, and spin her around. Holding her hands, you get behind her and show her off to the audience. You turn and sit on the chair with her on your lap, making everyone scream again when you pretend to kiss her neck. You can hear her breath heavy and switch positions. You get on the floor and grind just above it, flip, and lay flat on the ground. You get up quickly and, in front of her, place her hands on your abs. She can help but look around and see the audience cheering for her to touch the abs. She caresses your abs, and once she gets comfortable, you get on top of her thighs, wrap your arms around her shoulders, and grind on her. She grabs your butt and gives it a couple of smacks. After a couple of seconds, you make her stand and guide her hands to wrap around your neck and you on her waist. The members shout in disbelief when you easily pick her up and wrap her legs around your waist. You talk a couple of steps to the side of the stage towards the member’s view and slowly place her on the ground. With her legs in the air, she tries to cover her face when she sees you grind on her in a mating press position. The audience again goes wild as you grind on her in different positions, and then the lights go dark.

The music stops, and there is a slight silence. The lights turn back on, and you can see Chaeyoung’s mom fanning herself with her hand and her face completely red.

The members can believe how good your performance was and are jealous of Chaeyoung’s mom. The mothers laugh at what they just saw, and the dads are glad their wives didn’t go up there. On the other hand, you take a couple of shots to cool yourself down and get positive feedback from multiple people. “Oppa, when will I get a dance like that?” asks Sana and Momo. “Haha, let me just process what I just did. I can’t believe I actually did that.

The party continues, and people have a good time. As time goes by, people begin to leave and say their goodbyes. “It was a great wedding; congratulations to you both.”

———

You and Jihyo take a helicopter ride to one of the other islands to get to your honeymoon house. Once you arrive at the location, you see your belongings in the living room as you carry Jihyo in your arms. You head to the master bedroom, open the door, and place Jihyo on the bed. Being both tipsy, you undress each other until you both are completely nude. With Jihyo flat on the bed and her beautiful body fully exposed, you give her a night to remember.

Jihyo moans as you play with her breast; she grabs your cheeks and says, “Just fuck me around. I’ve been horny since the lap dance.” Holding your member with your right hand, you align yourself to her entrance; she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you towards her, causing your cock to penetrate her. She arcs as she feels your feel length enter her tight body and shouts when she feels the head of your cock in the deepest part of her womb. “Fuck me rough, show the world that I’m your woman, your wife.” Seeing the lust in her eyes, you start out with a fast thrust. “Yes! Just like that, fuck me with your huge cock!” Hearing her moaning gets you pumped even more.

“Ahh, ahh, your fat cock feels so good!”

“You like being fucked by this cock?”

“Ahhh… yes! Your cock is so big, it stretches me out so well. Ahh fuck!”

“What about this?” You pull out your cock, only leaving the tip, and shove it back in.”

“Fuck… YES! Fuck me faster, harder, breed me!”

“Where do you want me cum?”

“Inside… cum inside.”

“I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I…I said cum inside; fill my cunt with your seed.”

After thrusting for some time, you both reach your orgasm. Jihyo shakes and arches her back when she reaches her peak. “Ahh…I…I’m cumming!”

You beat your meat stick enough to see her finish her orgasm, and once it's over, you get on top of her and penetrate her in one go. Her eyes go wide when she feels your length split her open. “I’m cumming!” Hearing that makes her grab onto your waist, ensuring you fill her up with your load. Jihyo’s eyes roll back when she feels her womb fill up with your baby batter, “Ahh… it feels so warm.”

With the first round being over, you focus on her breasts and attach yourself to one of her breasts. With her nipple in your mouth, you start to suckle, drinking her precious clear liquid and going down your throat.

After quenching your thirst, Jihyo turns over and gets on all fours, “Ready for the second round?” You give her a smile and a nice smack on the ass, making her moan. She wiggles her butt around, ready for your meat to pound again. With both hands, you open her cheeks and get a good view of her leaking slit and pucker hole. “I know what you’re thinking, but not today. Remember, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“Dang, maybe another time and slap her ass once more.” With your cock in hand, you collect some of the mixture of nectar and cum as lube and align yourself to her entrance. You push Jihyo’s back, making her ass lift up even more, and press your body on top of her. With your whole weight on her, Jihyo whines, “Ohh fuck, you’re heavy.” You don’t give her time to adjust as you thrust deep inside her. With every movement, she grunts, “Hmmm… fuck, hmm… so good.”

After much thrusting, she demands, “Get off; I’m going to ride you.” You pull out your cock and get off of Jihyo and turn over. Jihyo slowly gets on top of you, grabs your hardened cock, and aligns it to her entrance. She interlocks hands with you and watch as her cunt slowly swallows your cock. The feeling is euphoric, her walls tightening up as you invade her insides. “I can feel your cock going up my tummy,” as she traces her finger from her pelvis to her belly button. “Look, you can even see the bulge of your cock inside of her,” pointing at the tip of your cock. “It’s because your body is so tight.” She likes your compliment and starts to ride you at a medium pace. She likes watching you enjoy her body which makes her even more horny and increases the speed. With her body bouncing, you can’t help but admire her two pairs of melons as they jump and sway from side to side.

“Oppa, I’m about to cum, let's finish together.” You nod as she lifts herself and slams back with such force that it causes her to arch back and you to choke up. Her legs get tighter as she releases her love juice on your lower region, “Ahhh…I’m cumming!”

“Fuck! I’m cumming too!” as your floodgates open and gush into Jihyo’s womb. Jihyo then slips off your cock and onto the bed right next to you. “That felt so good, honey,” and rubs her head to your chest. You pull her next to you and cuddle until she falls asleep, “I’m going to make you the happiest wife.”

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Summary: You've been hired by SM Entertainment to take photos for NCT Dream's Candy album. But when Jisung is having some trouble delivering quality looks for the photos, you have to intervene and help the idol show his true face.

Warnings: !TopReader, !BottomJisung, Protected Sex, Dry Humping, Pet names

Wordcount: 3.2k

Requested from: @acidangel-fromasia

As a photographer in the industry, you’ve had to take many pictures for several people. All shapes, sizes, colors, orientations, it doesn’t matter as long as you get to hold a camera and make bank while doing it. But when you’re approached by an idol who can’t get over their camera shyness, it’s your job to help them get over it to deliver the best photos possible.

You arrived on the set that you were assigned by your company. Another SM boy group to deal with–they’re always such a handful… A colleague had to deal with almost 20 of them at the same time. Just thinking about it could give you a headache.

“Good Morning, y/n.” Someone walked up to you with coffee in a carrier.

You looked them up and down before accepting one of the coffees offered to you. “Who are you?” You asked while taking a slow sip of your new iced americano.

The younger man looked nervously at you, “I’m NCT Dream’s Manager, I’ll be working with you–”

You interrupted his mumbling, “That’s fantastic. It’s a pleasure to work with you and your group.” You were already irritated enough, you hated it more when people acted scared of you. You’re not a bad person or something!?

You went into the back room to put your supplies down and relax for a few moments while your camera crew was getting set up. Three women walked into the room shortly after, whispering to each other.

“Did you hear about the photographer we got this time? The company must hate us or something…” A woman in a green sweater said as she set down her bag and started unpacking makeup onto the table in the room.

“Yeah! I heard this guy is called the Devil’s Photographer. He’s crazy good with a camera, but he’s a nightmare to work with.” The next woman chimed, setting hair styling tools down.

The last of the three women, a very young and fresh face, just started at you through the mirror on the vanity desk. “Um… I don’t think this is nice to say.”

The other two women scoffed. “Well, aren’t you a suck-up? Maybe the lead photographer will give you selfie tips.”

You tried to sink into the seat you had in the corner of the room, wanting to stay out of their gossip. You turned your attention back to your phone with the emails explaining the people you’d be working with today.

“NCT DREAM (엔씨티 DREAM) is the 3rd sub-unit of the boy group NCT. The sub-unit consists of 7 members: Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jaemin and Jisung…” The email continued to explain their physical attributes as well as including prior photos of them so you could recognize them and begin analyzing their faces for good angles. One of them caught your eye, but not exactly for good reasons… He just looked so awkward in some of these photos, like he was scared of the lens. You hoped this kid was just having an off day and would behave so you could go home sooner than planned.

The set was made to the client company’s preferences you briefed your team about the theme and intention of the photo shoot. You heard the main doors to the studio open and turned to see seven handsome men walking into the studio, politely greeting the staff as they passed by and some flashing a smile. You followed them to the back room where their outfits, hair, and makeup stylists had finished getting prepared. When you stepped in, the room fell silent and everyone stared at you. You sipped your drink and cleared your throat.

“Hello, boys. I’m y/n, I’ll be your lead photographer today. I’ve been told what’s the intention of the photo shoot, but I would also appreciate your feedback when taking shots to make these better. Let’s work together on this.”

They were all very polite as they did their introduction, one at a time, to you. You took the time to start thinking about shots and how to capture their charms. Jeno and Jaemin seemed to stand out because of their muscular frames. Renjun and Chenle were both cute and refreshing, sort of like children. Haechan and Mark presented a level of professionalism, but also some mischief too. The last was the youngest, Jisung, who shyly shook your hand loosely which made your barely trying handshake look like a death grip in comparison.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, please come right out and we’ll get started.” You announced.

The boys cheered and agreed in their way before they sat down in their seats, waiting for their turn in the styling chairs. After twenty minutes, they emerged from the dressing room and started to get to work.

As the lead photographer, you didn’t have to hold the camera and you focused mostly on telling the other photographers on your team what you wanted from them. And everything was going super smoothly. There were duo pictures, group pictures, a tri pictures, but the issues started when the solo photos began.

The other 6 were fine, but the youngest seemed to have trouble keeping his composure in front of the camera. Every photo the junior photographer took was just… off. You couldn’t verbalize it for them to see, but you could see that Jisung wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera. The other members tried to cheer him on, in an attempt to make him feel confident. But it was only making more noise on your set, irritating you further.

“Okay, hand over the camera. I’ll take his photos.” You stood from your chair and walked over to the scene. The rest of your staff stood a fair distance away from you but wanted to watch you work. Most of your staff are students in college doing an internship, so they want to learn from the best, but you hate it when people hover over you while you work.

Jisung was seated on the floor next to a bed, and large gift boxes, wearing warm and cozy clothes. You could tell he was intimidated by you, everyone always made the same face, an awkward smile and barely being able to look at you for longer than a second.

“Jisung, right?” You spoke to him, attempting to be kind.

He nodded.

“You’re the last person for photos today, let’s not drag this out. Once we’re done, then you can go home. Otherwise, it's overtime for the both of us.” Your throat got dry at the mention of overtime…

“Sorry. I’m just a little…” His voice trailed off.

You pointed the camera at his face. “A little what? Camera shy? Aren’t you a pro idol by now?”

He plastered a fake smile on. “Y-Yes, I am. It just–”

You groaned seeing his expression. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take the picture. “Jisung, please tell me what’s wrong. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for the both of us to get through this, I’ll make it happen.”

Jisung’s face turned pink, starting from his ears and traveling to his cheeks. “I-I think you’re very handsome.”

“So I’m the distraction?” You sounded more irritated than you meant, but how could this guy say something like that? You stood up and called one of your staff to continue working on pictures. “He’s not leaving until I review all his pictures. I don’t care if I have to stay all night with him.” You stormed off into the dressing room, to avoid being a “distraction” to the idol. Taking a seat on the couch, you waited for your crew to call you back in to review the photos. But time went by… ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour passed.

You opened your eyes. The room was dark, but you could tell you were still in the dressing room. You stood up, dizzy from your nap, and the motion sensor turned the lights back on. Taking a moment to get used to the light again, you slowly realized the dressing room was clean. All the supplies from the stylists were gone. And not a soul in sight…

“Those bastards left me here…” You muttered.

You walked out of the dressing room to see the set with the lights still on. Your crew was gone except for one of your interns. He looked stressed going through the photos.

“Hey! What’s the idea of leaving me in there?” You shouted.

The intern almost jumped out of his skin. “S-Sir! I didn’t know you were awake yet.” The intern looked nervously between you and the monitor. “I… haven’t gotten any decent photos yet.”

You pinched your nose as you shuffled through the photos. They somehow got even worse after you’d left.

“Jisung is still here if you’d like to take another crack at it…” The intern pointed into the set, and you saw Jisung lying on the bed. Asleep.

You looked at the young college student. “Go ahead and get out of here. Go study or drink, or whatever you do at this hour.”

The intern didn’t hesitate to bolt for the door as you made your way into the set house. Jisung was sleeping soundly on the bed, softly snoring.

“Jisung.” You called.

He rolled over, turning away from you.

You moved closer and sat on one side of the bed. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Jisung, please wake up. We need to finish work.”

Jisung rolled into you, putting some of his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him.

“Jisung…” You whispered it this time, almost feeling bad for him. He looked genuinely comfortable in that moment. You looked around and saw your camera on top of the gift box nearby, but you’d have to reach for it.

You leaned forward, away from the bed, trying to grab the strap on the camera. Jisung’s body slowly slid with you, which made him squeeze you tighter and groan in protest. You reached again, but only an inch separated you from the edge of the camera. Jisung’s body slid further. You had to use one hand to hold him up and the other to reach for the camera. You made one more desperate attempt to reach for it with a lunge. You managed to grab the camera but you slipped off the bed with Jisung tumbling after you. You held his head as the two of you fell. When you landed, you managed to cushion his landing and somehow he didn’t wake up. You laid him on the floor completely, moving one leg at a time, and positioned him. Just as you pointed your camera at him, he rolled over to face you and his eyes peeked open just as the shutter clicked.

“Y-Y/n, what’s going on?!” Jisung tried shifting but realized he couldn’t in his position. “Why are you over me like this?”

You didn’t consider how you were sitting until you thought about his question. You’d positioned Jisung on his back with one of his hands above his head and you were hovering over his waist, Jisung’s other hand was gripping your shirt and he wouldn’t let go while you’d moved him earlier.

You attempted to explain yourself, “Before you get any weird thoughts–” Jisung squirmed under you and you slipped, landing firmly on his pelvis. His hands reacted and jumped to your waist to catch you. You heard a soft moan escape his lips when you landed on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hands glued to your waist.

“I’m… fine.”

Jisung was turning more red by the second. “This is kinda weird, huh? I really didn’t mean to offend you earlier by the way. I didn’t mean that you’re handsome–well I did mean that, but I didn’t mean that you being handsome was a distraction or anything!” Jisung was nervous and stumbling through his words, speaking too fast for his tongue to handle.

You moved to get up. “It’s whatever.”

Jisung pulled you back down to his pelvis. “It’s not whatever! I really mean it! You’re so handsome, it was a little hard for me to focus on the camera… Knowing you’re watching me.”

You felt how sincere he was between your thighs. You gently pushed your legs together, getting another high-pitched moan from him. He covered his mouth like a child getting caught swearing. “Are you enjoying me sitting here?”

Jisung looked like he was going to explode. “Would you hate me if I said yes?”

You shook your head. “I think I found a way to get your photo just right.”

Jisung looked up at you, with big eyes. “O-Okay…”

You moved a hand down his chest, slowly and sensually. “If you can focus on me, and take these good pictures. I’ll give you a special treat. How’s that?” You winked as you reached and squeezed hard on his cock in his pants, earning a louder moan from him.

Jisung shuddered under your touch, his legs quivering and bucking into you in agreement. “Y-Yes. I can do that!”

Jisung let you climb off of him, and you made it as sexy as possible. “Now, with each good photo you give me, I’ll lose a button. If I run out of buttons, you win and can have your prize. Every time I have to scold you, I put on a button. If all of my buttons are on, then no prize and we go home.” You unbuttoned the first two buttons on your shirt.

Jisung watched you in awe. You point him into his first pose, his facial expression is perfect! You took off a button, and Jisung’s eyes grew wider as he got to see more of you.

“Oh, what a good boy! Taking such good pictures for me.” You cooed.

He started fanning himself and looking around the room, trying not to start overheating from looking at you. You took 5 more perfect shorts and your button-up was completely open, and falling off your shoulders.

Jisung got closer to you. “Did I pass? Do I get my treat?” His eyes were full of desire as he imagined licking you all over your torso.

You pushed him gently. “Nope, I still have one more button.” You pointed to the button on your pants.

Jisung’s eyes opened wide. “T-That one too!?”

You nodded. “Final button. Make it perfect for me, good boy.”

You took Jisung’s last photo, his eyes were looking at the camera but he was focused on your body behind it. Bending and moving beautifully to make sure you get the perfect shot, just for him…

“All done now, pretty boy.” You put your camera down. You walked past Jisung, and he followed you, as you went to the bed on the set. You patted the bed. “Come here.”

Jisung almost launched himself at the bed to get to you.

You crawled onto the bed and sat on your knees, exposing the last button. “Why don’t you do it?”

Jisung’s hands shot to your waist as he fiddled with your pants. You took the knit hat off his head and slid his jacket off him. You heard the button pop off your pants and hit the floor. You look down at Jisung who looks back at you.

“I’m so sorry, I was so excited that it just… came off.” Jisung apologized.

You sucked your teeth. “Now, I gotta get you back for that.”

You pushed Jisung onto his back on the bed and positioned yourself between his legs. You leaned over him and brought your face to his. Jisung’s hands slid down your sides and stopped at your ass. Slowly move your lips onto his, making sure he is okay with it. Jisung met you halfway and pushed his lips into yours, slipping in his tongue not long after. His hands explored, one going to your neck to hold you into his kiss and the other felt your chest as he grinded himself into you. He moaned into your mouth at the friction when you pushed your dick against his, the fabric rubbing just right.

You knew better than to just fuck him there on the set in clothes that aren’t his and mess up the set that’s not yours, but he was too cute not to do something. You rutted against him, pressing your bodies together. Even lifting Jisung’s legs onto your shoulders and pressing into him more.

Jisung pulled away from you. “Take your pants off,” he commanded.

You looked at him, taken aback by his order. “Are you sure?”

Jisung nodded furiously, “I have… stuff with me we can use.” He climbed out from under you and ran to the dressing room, returning with a white bottle.

“Why–”

“It’s for emergencies,” he explained.

You chuckled as the both of you took off your clothes. Jisung looked embarrassed being naked in front of you, but you kissed him to make him feel comfortable.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We could get in trouble for this…” You told him.

Jisung kissed you.

“Greedy boy,” You smiled and took him onto the bed again.

You moved to grab the bottle but Jisung dutifully took it and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself at a pace that made you moan softly as you stroked yourself, his fingers only half in, stretching himself for what was to come. He used his other hand to give you a condom.

You put it on and lubed it generously. You could tell your length wasn't a good comparison to his fingers, it was much bigger. You pushed into him, softly and watched his expression for anything concerning. But all Jisung could do was moan for you, with every inch.

“You sound so sexy for me, baby," you whispered, "You take my cock so well."

He bucked back into you, an adorable whine leaving his lips as you continued to praise him, his head dipping down at how overwhelmed he was feeling, gripping the sheets for dear life. “H-hmm! Y/n, I'm– Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!"

You stopped moving, “now that’s too soon. Just a little more, for me?” You kissed his shoulders and up his neck.

Whimpers, moans, grunts, and skin-slapping echoed in the studio. No one else to hear how sweet Jisung’s voice was but you. Your orgasm was so close and so was his, from the way he squeeze your cock.

Jisung cried for you, "A-Ah! Y/n, please–"

"Hm, alright, baby. Come for me."

And it was what he needed to make a mess all over the covers of the bed, spots of white painting the sheets. He felt your hot cum through the latex, his groans also confirming the feeling. After making sure to milk both your orgasms with a few more thrusts, you pulled out carefully.

Jisung looked at you, breathing heavily, “Was… Was I good?"

You stifled a small laugh and kissed him. You slipped off the condom and hugged Jisung. “You did amazing, my pretty boy.”

Jisung called. “Y/n?”

You hummed in response to Jisung calling you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

You kissed his cheek. “As long as you’ll be only my model in the future. Honestly, I think this would be an amazing picture. Truly art, possibly my best work…”

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART SEVEN

Ken goes to therapy. He has a lotta feelings okay. Very Ken centric chapter. (Yay?) and (possibly) some of the most intense sex I’ve written sooo…let’s go. Probably the longest chapter I’ve written this far, too.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / there’s always smut there’s never not smut / lots of angst and angry feelings (Ken is trying to process all those hard human things because they’re getting to be too intense for him) / violent imaginative fears (domestic fighting, one instance of hitting 🛑 tread softly if you might be triggered by this (I don’t want anyone triggered or hurt!!)) / nightmares / rough sex / major overstim / size kink / sex toys / anal fingering / possessiveness / lots of crying tbh (Ken is emotional af) / dom!Ken / possibly bordering on some non-con ? Depending on how you view it / fuzzy sweet aftercare

Ken sat opposite the therapist, twiddling his thumbs, staring down at the floor. Occasionally he glanced up at the doctor sitting across from him, a kindly middle aged man (you had suggested he talk to a male therapist, saying maybe in some weird way it would help him deal with jealousy when having to be emotionally open with another man in the room), and he gave Ken a small smile.

“So when this strong jealous hits, what does it feel like?” The therapist asked. He had sensed Ken’s anxiety the moment he walked in the door and opted out of the sitting-with-the-clipboard-for-notes option, instead sitting comfortably in his chair, hoping a conversation-style approach would set Ken at ease.

“It’s like I’ll cease to exist if she leaves me.”

“And does anything help with that?”

“Sex does, kinda. Sometimes a lot, sometimes only for a minute.”

“Have you talked with your partner about it?”

“Yeah.”

“And how did that go?”

“She reassured me. She does every single time.”

“So this has become a consistent conversation?”

Ken paused, picking at nothing on his jeans. “I guess.”

“When was the last time you felt this way?”

“A couple days ago.”

“Did anything in particular happen to trigger it?”

“She’s having to take a class and her ex is in it.”

“Ahhhh.” The therapist mused, letting the silence sit for just a moment. “And you are worried about that?”

“I’m not worried she would do anything intentionally.”

“You’re afraid her former feelings might return for him, though.”

Ken nodded. “Yeah. I get she wouldn’t be able to help that, though. Feelings happen.”

“This is very true. Are you concerned about what might happen if those feelings return? Do you worry she would actually act on them?”

Ken frowned deeply. “I don’t think she would without talking to me first. But I don’t want them happening at all. The feelings, I mean. Because then there’s nothing I can….do.” The last word fell out as a whisper.

“You feel helpless in the relationship?” The therapist asked gently.

“Not…I.., I don’t know.”

“Have you ever been cheated on?”

“No. This is my first relationship.”

The therapist nodded. “Worries about someone leaving you are actually pretty normal, especially the first time you’re with someone.”

“Y/n told me that.”

“Has she ever shown any indication that she wants to leave you? Or that she ever might cheat on you?”

“No. I understand it’s all in my head. It still scares me, though.”

“Can I ask why you decided to come to me today? I assume this is the first time you’ve been in therapy?”

“Yeah…she’s just taking a lot of classes and she gets really stressed sometimes, especially because finals are like a month away.”

“I can understand that. You feel like your jealousy is interfering with her ability to study?”

“It stresses her out more.” Ken bit his lip. “I don’t want to do that to her.”

“So are you worried less about her randomly cheating on you, and more that you are pushing her away from you? Or, encouraging her potentially into the arms of another because she is getting stressed with how you handle your jealousy?”

Fuck. Ken hadn’t thought of it that way before. Now he was even more frightened.

When Ken didn’t answer, just stared down at the carpet, the therapist tried again. “It’s okay to be struggling with how you’re feeling. The fact that you’re working to understand why is healthy, it’s a great move on your part. It also shows her that you want to be supportive of her, and I’m sure that makes her less stressed.”

“I feel like sometimes I’m a bad person.”

“Why is that?”

“I hurt someone I care about before. She didn’t want me, and I….I tried to hurt her. I wanted to feel like I was in charge for once, but I was cruel.”

“Can I ask what you did?”

“It’s a long story.”

“That’s alright. You can tell me about it when you’re ready to.” The therapist paused, working to see how much he might be able to get Ken to explain without pressuring him and making him shut down. “Can I ask, when did this happen with your former friend?”

“Well, she’s still my friend, I guess. She’s really nice. But we don’t see each other.”

“I see.”

“It happened, I don’t know, maybe a half a year ago.”

“Was it around here?”

Ken shrugged. “Kinda.”

“Have you ever taken y/n to where that happened? Or revisited the area alone, just to see how the memories made you feel?”

Ken’s chest tightened. “No.”

“Do you think that is something you might be able to do? Sometimes being back in a physical place where we wronged someone can help us find closure, especially if the one we hurt has forgiven us, but we have been unable to forgive ourselves.”

“I don’t want to.” Ken quickly wiped away a small tear forming, pretending it was something in his eye.

“Do you think y/n would understand if you told her?”

“I’ve told her a little. She wasn’t upset.”

“Does she know the specifics?”

“Uh…no…she met my friend, though. They liked each other.”

“Well that’s really good. Do you think she might be willing to travel with you, be present with you if you decided to try and gain closure?”

“…..I don’t feel like that’s necessary.”

“Can I ask why?”

Ken was silent for a long time. The therapist respected letting him internally process as long as he needed.

“I just think it’s unnecessary.”

“How do you feel you are working to help the problem right now, other than coming to me? Is there anything you’ve tried?”

“Just sex.”

“And why does sex feel like something that can fix the issue for you?”

“Because I have her then.”

“Have her with you?”

“Have her focused only on me.”

“Does she enjoy those times with you? Do you feel like she gets stressed, maybe feeling like she has to have sex with you so you’ll calm down?”

Well, fuck. Ken hadn’t thought of that. That made him feel even worse, angry, even. Though he couldn’t place where the anger came from….oh, wait.

“No. She likes it. She always likes it.”

The therapist was taken aback slightly by the sudden, minor shift in Ken’s tone, noting the aggression suddenly appearing, but kept his external demeanor. Being surprised was a good thing. It meant his client was starting to break through their emotional barrier.

“And can I ask, why would you talking about her enjoying those sessions be something that makes you feel upset?”

“She has to like them.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s all I have to offer her.” The words tumbled out before Ken’s brain had even fully processed them, and he sat dumbstruck, his own sentence replaying in his head. He felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest.

“Ahhhhh. That sounds like that’s a lot of stress you’re dealing with, too. Feeling like you only have one certain thing of yourself to offer her that she sees as worthy of her time must be exhausting for you.”

Ken worked hard to hold back the new tears that were coming stronger than he knew what to do with.

“Do you feel that she actually only sees you as worth her time because of the sex?”

Ken shook his head genuinely. “No.”

“So that’s another lie you have told yourself.” The therapist kept his tone soft.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to know right now.”

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The walk home was torture. He tried so hard to think through everything they’d talked about as “healthily” as he could - the therapist’s words. But all he could think about was silencing everything for just a little while. He thought of getting home to tie you to the bed again and just fuck you for hours. Every time you were lying trapped underneath him was the only time he ever felt like he truly had any control over anything. But maybe today he needed to to be free to move however you pleased, to experience however you would wrap yourself around him or grasp onto his muscles or grab his hair. He could easily still keep you underneath him as long as he wanted with just his body weight.

The closer he got to the front door, however, the more overwhelmed he became, the voices in his head growing louder and louder, and suddenly he felt like he couldn’t even fuck you if he wanted to right now. He felt like he might collapse.

Ken opened the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to alert you he was home. Unfortunately, since the kitchen was very close to the entryway, you heard the moment he stepped inside.

“Hi, baby,” you said, turning while holding your coffee cup.

Ken froze, feeling embarrassed. He still didn’t know why he did, but he had worked to stop crying the entire walk home, without success. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks wet.

“Oh, Ken,” you said, setting down your cup and coming up to him, your hands on his face, your thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones. “It was a hard talk today?”

Ken nodded, hanging his head, his hands wrapping around your wrists. “I feel like I’m nothing to you, but I know better.”

“That’s okay.” Your voice was like a warm tea coating his aching chest. “I know you struggle with that. I can keep reminding you that you mean so much to me.”

“What if…like, I couldn’t offer you sex?”

You cocked your head, confused, but went with it. “I would still love you the same.”

He forced his eyes up to meet yours. “You mean it?”

“MMhmm. I do.”

He sniffed.

“Do you feel like I wouldn’t love you?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, looking down again.

“Do you need some rest? Anytime I get really upset and have cried really hard some time in bed always helps me.”

He nodded, and you took his hand in yours, leading him to the bedroom. You helped him out of his clothes leaving him only in his boxers and went to the closet, pulling something out.

“Here,” you said, walking over to the bed and tossing a huge comforter on top of it. “This is my extra soft, cozy one. I used to use it all the time on really hard days awhile ago. I had forgotten I had it until now.”

He smiled a little then, reaching his hand out to you. You went to sit on the bed next to him, keeping your feet on the floor. You kissed his palm as his hand went to rest of your face.

“I love you so very, very much, my love,” you cooed. “But I need to get back to studying. I have awhile yet to go. I had just taken a short break to make some caffeine when you came home.”

Came home. Okay. Focus on the good things, his therapist had suggested. “Listen to anything that makes you feel safe or calm, try to enjoy the moment while it’s happening. This might help when you get stressed out to remember those times and know you are safe.”

“I’m home with you,” he mumbled.

You didn’t understand but nodded. “Yes. You’re home with me.”

He hummed, snuggling underneath the covers. “Okay.”

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek before picking up your laptop from your desk and picking up a textbook, heading out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d study at the kitchen table while he rested.

The home was on fire. Ken rushed through the flames, yelling your name, panic rising every second he couldn’t find you as smoke filled his lungs. Finally he heard you as you screamed, and his heart jumped in his chest as he rounded the corner to find your hands restrained to the wall over your head, blindfolded. You weren’t screaming in terror, you were screaming with pleasure. A faceless man was holding your legs around his waist, fucking up into you violently. It seemed you had no idea about the flames about to consume you, or maybe even who the man was. Ken tried to make his legs moved, begged them to, but he was stuck on the spot. He cried out your name but it seemed you didn’t hear him, your head through back in ecstasy as you moaned in time with the man’s thrust. Ken found a rock next to him and threw it at the man. It bounced off of him as if he didn’t even know it had been thrown, but then the blank face slowly turned to stare at Ken, a wicked smile suddenly spreading across his face where a mouth hadn’t been a moment before.

Ken sat upright in bed, gasping, panicking as he grabbed at anything he could touch, stopping only when he realized he had only fisted his hands up in the comforter. He buried his face hands, shaking, trying to stop the sobs that threatened to take him over again. He couldn’t remember ever having a nightmare before. He’d heard of them, but couldn’t even remember having a dream, only knowing they were something that apparently were a normal thing for most people, yourself included.

He tried to pinpoint the emotions he was feeling - something else the therapist had suggested when he got overwhelmed. Okay. Angry. Scared. Angry. Heartbroken? Fuck. Really, really fucking angry. He fell back into the pillows only to realize the sheets were covered in sweat underneath him.

You would help him feel better. He could go to you and you would pause your homework to soothe him and pet him and sit on his lap while he held you and hid his face in your neck. You wouldn’t be mad at him, you’d be so kind and patient like you always were.

He didn’t deserve you.

He didn’t deserve anything good.

The idea of going to you quietly to ask for comfort left his mind as quickly as it floated in, being forced out by a memory he created himself that honestly would probably never happen: you ignoring him, you telling him to get over himself while he finally was trying to understand why he kept feeling so angry like you had asked him to, you yelling at him, throwing something at his face. Telling him to….

“I can’t leave,” he cried into the pillow. “You said this was our home.”

You laughed. “Our nothing. Get the fuck out.”

You slapped him. He felt like his entire being shattered.

Ken was gripping the pillow so tight that his wrist began to cramp. Why. WHY couldn’t he stop these horrific scenes that played through his head.

The therapist had told him to breathe, even showed him how to inhale for four seconds and exhale the same amount of time. The mental scenarios weren’t real. They just might feel real.

Maybe he did need to return to Barbieland for a day…? Maybe he was dealing with fear that throwing Barbie out of her home could rebound back onto him…

UGH. Fuck fuck. This was hard. This was way too fucking hard. How was this supposed to help him get better, especially when your soft, perfect body was right behind that door, just down the hallway. When your voice could be filling his ears and drowning out at least most of these horrible things he heard in his head. Your taste filling his mouth, the scent of you, every inch of you, making him feel drunk.

You looked up from your book, Ken standing in the doorway. Sweat covered his body, his hair erratic, his face still as wet as earlier.

The concerned look on your face soothed him…but just a little.

“What happened?” You asked gently.

“I had a nightmare.”

Oh shit. “I’m so sorry. Do you need to talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Wanna forget it.”

“I understand that. Do you want to come sit with me?”

“Want you with me.”

“Yes, Ken, that’s what I said-“

“Want you with me.”

Before you knew what was happening Ken had picked you up and set you on the kitchen counter where you became trapped between the cabinets and him. “Need you.”

“What did the therapist tell you to do when you feel like this?” You tried softly, reaching for the hand towel next to you and gently wiped at his chest to remove the cold sweat.

“It’s not working.”

“It doesn’t always work right away.”

He wanted to slam you into the cabinets, forcing his lips onto yours, making you stop talking about all the bullshit he had been fighting inside himself ever since that stupid appointment today. He knew that was the wrong thing to do.

“Can I ask what happens to you when you choose sex to deal with these emotions you’re struggling with?” The therapist had asked. “Anything in particular that seems to help at all?”

Ken didn’t want to answer. Would you call the sex violent is he asked? Or would it just be ‘rough’? He didn’t like the word violent…you had never told him that word, so it mustn’t be so. You would have told him. You would tell him if he ever hurt you.

“Ken?” The therapist had said, breaking through the long silence that had followed his question.

“I….I tend to be rough.”

“How does that help you?”

“I don’t have to think as much as usual. It helps block it all out.”

“It blocks all of it out?”

“Well…not everything, not always. But sometimes. Sometimes I get to have moments where everything becomes quiet except for her. I get to just hear her.”

And he desperately needed to hear you now. His strong hand ripped your crop top off, tearing the material from how hard he had pulled. You sighed as you watched it thrown to the floor.

“I liked that top,” you said.

“I’ll get you ten more,” Ken promised, biting down onto your nipple.

You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Oh, thank god. The exquisite pain of the way your nails dug into his skin, the taste of your flesh, the sound of your voice. His mind quieted for a second, and he heaved a sigh of relief as his tongue circled your nipple, his hands on your back, holding you into him.

“Do you feel like you take your anger out on her during sex?” The therapist’s words echoed in his head. God fucking dammit, not now. He had you in his arms. He would have you underneath him any second now. He didn’t need these fucking questions interrupting any of his time with you, especially these times.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you asked her if she feels that way?”

“She wouldn’t feel that way,” Ken forced himself not to sneer.

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because she likes it.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“She would tell me if she didn’t!”

He slammed you into the wall now, your legs wrapped around him, needing to fuck that horrible image from his nightmare out of his mind. You had pleaded with him not to tear the pajamas pants you had been wearing and he had pulled them off swiftly, laying them in a single piece on the table before picking you up again.

“You like this?” He asked, voice breathless but harsh. He was terrified of your answer, but now that the question was on his mind, he couldn’t make it go away. God, the last thing he wanted to do was actually hurt you.

“Yes, Ken,” your head fell back against the wall when he bucked his hips up unto yours, the thin fabric of his boxers not doing anything at all to hide how hard he was.

“You’d tell me if I was hurting you?”

“Yes, Ken,” you repeated.

“Aren’t you going to tell me you should be studying?”

“Need a break anyway.” You sighed, angling your hips a little to try to get better leverage of him rubbing against your folds. “You feel good.”

Against his usual judgment, Ken pulled his cock out of his boxers and tested his tip against your opening before he tried fingering you to see how wet you were for him. Your hands clamped his shoulders tighter.

“Do you think you can take me right now?” He breathed into your ear and you giggled because it tickled a little.

“I can try,” you said, one hand traveling to grip the back of his neck as he started to slide into you.

Your cry was loud, and Ken’s mind once again quieted for a single moment, and he bottomed out in you as he experienced one more second of relief.

“I need her loud,” he had confessed as the session was ending earlier that day. “It’s the only thing that ever fully drowns any of the bullshit out.”

He thrust up hard again and your forehead fell into his, your eyes closed, focusing on your breathing as he stretched you out a little sooner than you probably should have been. His hips started snapping into you in a quicker pace.

“Can I lay down,” you shuddered as the pain became more pleasurable. “Wanna be comfy with you.”

“Need you. Need you right here for just another minute.” Ken tried to slow his thrusts but struggled for control as he tried fucking that image from his nightmares out of his mind.

His head hurt from all of the stress he’d been trying to process from the day. His head fell into your shoulder, closing his eyes, your moans becoming louder as he tried angling himself to hit your special spot. He left wet kissing along your neck, hoping it would help dull any pain you might still be dealing with, and when his name fell from your lips in a blissed out sigh he sucked gently on your pulse point.

The nightmare slowly melted from his mind’s eye and he slowed his thrusts until he had stopped completely, staring into your eyes.

“You’d tell me if I ever hurt you, right?”

You nodded. “You’ve never hurt me, Ken.”

He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently.

He had been saving a special something for you, something he had wanted to use on a special night, maybe after he finally took you out on a proper date. But he needed to hear you, see you react to it now. Maybe that was selfish of him. For the moment, he had lost the motivation to care.

“Close your eyes,” he asked, kissing your temple, and you smiled, doing as he asked.

You heard a buzzing sound and felt yourself becoming wetter. You hadn’t told him but you’d used the vibrator on yourself in the shower while he had been in therapy, loving a moment of personal release where you didn’t have to think about anything for a moment.

Your eyes shot open when you felt the strong vibrations covering your clit… all the way down your vulva, sliding into your opening. Your body jerked and you grabbed one of Ken’s forearms as he leaned himself onto the bed with his hand but remained upright enough to watch the way your opening clenched around the toy.

“Holy…ahhh.what…”

It was one of those vibrators were it had a clit stimulator but curved downward so it had a dildo attached to it that could slide inside you and stay without having to be held. The stimulation against your g-spot was delicious but automatically a little overwhelming, your vision going dizzy for a second while you worked to adjust.

Ken leaned over you fully, pressing your hands into the bed beside your head, wrapping his fingers in your own.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

It filled you up enough to compare to two of his fingers while having almost more of an intensity than it was when Ken nipped at your clit.

You nodded, gasping, and he smiled down at you, kissing your lips.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he promised, slowly starting to kiss down your sternum.

“Alright, I’m going to ask you a hard question, Ken.” The therapist laced his fingers together. “What if she does end up leaving?”

“You don’t have the right to say that out loud.”

“It’s probably a good idea for us to address this idea head-on. Ignoring it, stuffing it inside makes it worse.”

“How does it help if I think about it?”

“Intentionally bringing up fears and talking through him often makes them less scary. You’re able to conquer the biggest aspects of those fears, learn exactly what fuels the, so they become easier to deal with when they come up.”

“I don’t want her to leave.”

“I know, I-“

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“Our bed,” he mumbled, his lips attaching to your hip bone. “My y/n.”

You didn’t hear him, your ears filled with the buzzing from the toy.

God, you were perfect, writhing underneath him, even giggling a little as his wet kisses as they got to your stomach then going back to bunching the comforter up in your hands when the vibrator caused another spark of pleasure. Ken had made sure to lay out the comforter over the entire bed so you’d be extra comfy, like you had said you wanted.

“Well now I’m worried she’ll throw me out if I can’t stop acting like this.” Ken leaned his elbows onto his knees, his face in his hands. “Why would you put that idea in my head-“

“You already had it there, you told me so yourself.” Ken saw the therapist cross his legs through his fingers. He hated him. Not that he had done anything wrong…he just…he hated all of this.

“I couldn’t handle it. I don’t know how on earth I’d handle it.” Ken loathed how his voice choked a bit.

“Our goal is to make sure, to the best of our ability, that that will never happen.”

“I can make her stay.”

“Mine.” Ken flipped you over onto your stomach, the pressure of the toy being pushed onto your clit more intense from laying on it making you cry into the comforter. “All mine.”

He dipped a finger into you from behind, turning it upward to caress your muscle opposite the toy. You let out a strangled, throaty groan.

“What if she grows to hate me.” Ken’s words weren’t a question, they were as if stating a fact that was already coming into existence. He glanced at the clock. Why was time ticking by so slowly in this god awful therapy room.

“I do think this one is all in your head. Based on what you’ve told me, it sounds like you’d have to really go too far for her to ever hate you.”

“I’ll figure out how to make that not happen.”

“Unfortunately, we only have so much control over -“

“I will make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Ken slipped his belt from underneath the comforter, his hand almost shaking. Somehow marking you with his mouth was never enough for him now. He needed more. He needed you to react more, and lately his lips claiming your skin had made you relax more than anything. He wanted to be a comfort to you the same way you were to him. Somehow his brain wouldn’t let him see things that way, though. He didn’t know if he was ever truly a comfort to you.

You’d promised him he’d never hurt you. Thank god, because he was desperate for this release.

Your mangled scream filled the room as he bought the belt down, alternating cheeks, harsh and without pause. Usually he would wait a few seconds in between each for you to catch you breath, especially the first couple times. Today he saw red as the conversation with the therapist wouldn’t stop echoing in his mind, your legs shaking almost violently, your ass cheeks clenching as he kept finger fucking you alongside the vibrator.

Your body shuddered hard and you bit into the comforter, your throat raw from your screams as your orgasm hit out of nowhere. Ken didn’t even realize you hit your climax until he felt the way your muscle spasmed, knowing exactly the way you felt every single time you peaked with him inside you. Oh fuck, how on earth had he not seen that coming, heard the way your voice always hit a higher pitch right before it happened? He dropped the belt, focusing solely on the way his fingers touched you, his free hand pushing into your lower back as your hips bucked up into him.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, loving how long this orgasm was lasting. “Come on my fingers as long as you need.”

Your entire body was shaking as you came down from your waves, Ken pulling his fingers out slowly, wrapping his lips around them.

“Ken,” you shivered. “The vibrator.”

“Mmhmmm?” He knew what you meant, but loved the way you were remaining in a zone of overstimulation. He leaned over onto you, pressing his hips into yours, his cock rubbing into your folds.

“Ahhhhh….no, please….”

“No, please, what?”

“Ken!”

“No, baby girl. I need you to tell me. Need to hear you say it.”

“Need a breather, please, please.”

Ken bit into your shoulder. “What if I don’t want to?”

Tears stung your eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want, for fuck’s sake. Just turn it off for a minute.”

That got his attention. He stood up and reached down to press the button and your tense body finally got to collapse fully into the mattress. Your ass was bright red, your fluids coating the toy and dripping down your pussy a little bit. Ken licked up the toy from the middle to your opening, pressing it a little harder into you, sucking on your opening. Your back arched and you made one of those kitten noises that always made him become impossibly harder.

God, he needed to fuck you. He had so many ideas now, his mind thankfully able to focus solely on you and what all he would do to you before letting you rest.

“Oh, god, please be gentle,” you whimpered as you felt your leg grabbed, knowing he was about to tie you up again.

“Just gonna make you feel good,” he promised.

You turned your head to see his eyes, a layered mix of anger and fear and….he was trying not to cry.

“Baby,” you said softly, your voice floating into his ears, and he looked at you. “What is it? What are you feeling right now?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s okay -“

“I don’t need to feel anything.”

“But you’re feeling a lot right now.”

He changed his mind. He’d tie you up later. He moved you onto your back and you kept your legs closed.

“Talk to me, Ken. Let’s work through this together.”

“Don’t want to talk about it. Want to fuck you.”

“You’ll get to -“

“We’ll talk later.”

“Promise?”

“Open your legs for me.”

“Ken -“

“Open. Them.”

You kept your legs closed, attempting to sit up but Ken leaned over you.

“I need your legs open, y/n.”

“You want them open.”

“No, I need it.”

You shook your head. “Not until you talk to me.”

Ken sighed. He dropped the belt you hadn’t notice he had been holding in his hand on the bed beside you and leaned on his forearms to kiss you.

“What are you feeling right now?” You asked against his lips.

That you’ll be gone when I come tomorrow from work. That this will be the last time I ever hold you, feel you, hear the noises you make because of me. “Nothing.”

“Baby, please.”

“Let me back inside you.” His eyes stared into yours. “I swear I’ll tell you everything later.”

“How much later?”

He kissed you deeply again, hand reaching to push itself between your folds. “Soon.”

You relented and relaxed your legs so Ken could pull them apart. The moment your wet, pink folds were visible to him, he brought the belt down in a single, stinging blow.

You weren’t sure how your body reacted other than you struggling for breath, your vision dark behind your tightly shut eyelids, an almost static-like audio blocking your ears from hearing anything else more a moment. You heard Ken’s voice bringing you back, feeling his weight on top of you.

“Such a good girl. You’re going to be fine. Ride it out for me. I’m here.”

Your eyes opened and a loud whimper escaped from deep in your throat.

“You’re going to feel so incredible in just a moment.” Ken’s voice was soft, trying to soothe you. He gently brushed a finger against your clit and you scratched at his back in response, trying to find any way to ground yourself, but then he moved down your body and licked his tongue up you.

“Touch me, please,” Ken asked, and without thinking your hands gratefully pulled on his hair, thankful for something to grip and jerk on. Ken hummed happily, going back to consume your core, and you wondered where he’d learned all of this, if he’d thought it up or if he had maybe read it somewhere.

Like the last time he spanked you before eating you out, everything was incredibly pleasurable, but today times ten, your body experiencing the intense pain somehow making the pleasure even greater, every nerve and fiber stimulated.

Your lower stomach muscles were clenching as he worked his magic, the build-up of your next orgasm almost painful, but still in the best way.

“Need you to come for me again. Need you nice and wet and relaxed.”

“Why?” You almost didn’t want to know, your body still working to process all of this.

“You’ll see.”

Your orgasm hit fast and hard again, barely able to come back down from your high when Ken inserted the vibrator again and turned it on. You felt like you were having to force your brain to focus to move your limbs as you tried reaching down to turn it off but Ken intercepted, grappling with your thrashing arms until he had them pressed into the mattress beside your head, climbing on top of you and holding one of your legs open and down with his knee gently so as not to hurt you.

“Baby, baby, I’ve got you.”

You screamed in frustration, trying to raise your arms to no avail. “What if I wasn’t letting you recover when you needed to?” You wailed.

Ken arched an eyebrow and smiled down at you. “You have.”

“Not THIS much.”

“True. You’ll have to surprise me with it sometime.” Ken carefully turned you over onto your stomach again, holding your arms behind you. “Just ride it out, baby girl. You’ve got this.”

“Pleeaasee Ken. Please, please, please.” You almost sobbed with relief when the vibrator was turned off although it remained firmly within you, deep inside your walls while still covering your clit.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay. Take your time.” Ken lay beside you, propped up on his arm, his fingers gliding up and down your back to soothe you.

He enjoyed the moment as long as his head let him. The quiet broken only by your jagged breaths and little noises as you worked to calm your body’s quivering, the softness and warmth of your skin underneath his fingers.

The voices began again, a sickening layered mix of everything he’d heard the therapist ask today. The one question threatening to overtake him completely, repeating itself, becoming more cruel each time he heard it.

“What if she does leave? What if she does leave? What if she leaves? What if she’s already left? She’s made the plans. She’s gone.”

Ken laid his head next to yours, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Tell me you love me.”

You mumbled something through your panting, your nails still gripping the comforter, trying to ground yourself.

“Please. I need it.”

“Love you.” The words were almost incoherent.

“Again.” Silence. “Please.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes remained closed, feeling so incredibly tired that you were sure if Ken left you alone that you’d probably fall asleep within moments.

You felt your left leg being pulled toward the bed post again as the silky tie wrapped around it tightly then being attached to the post.

You can’t not be thinking about him when he’s not around, when you’re in class, when he’s at work…he wrapped the second tie around your right ankle, jerking a little harder than he meant to when he pulled the knot tight. He thought about you all the time, nonstop…he needed to make sure you always had a constant reminder of him.

He needed to make sure he made you sore.

The vibrator turned on again and your upper back grew tight as you felt like you might tear through the comforter while trying to hold onto something. You felt not one, but two of Ken’s fingers push inside you, your tight muscle stretching around them.

“How does this feel?” He asked.

“Ss..so..much…” You felt a third finger join his first two and your back arched. “I…so…full…”

“Mmmmmmm.” Ken watched at the way your muscle worked to relax around his fingers and the vibrator, being stretched out slowly. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me, remember?”

Oh. Dear. God. He wasn’t going to actually try and fuck you!!??!

“Ken, please think about this. You’re not going to fit.”

“That’s why I’m stretching you out with my fingers.” His free hand roamed over your lower back and ass. “I’m gonna fit inside you just fine.”

“But you won’t, though.”

“Just trust me.” He removed his fingers from you to spread your wetness around your ass hole, easily visible due to how wide your legs were being held open. He wouldn’t do anything without making sure you were okay with it, and he probably needed to wait for another day because he didn’t want to push you too much over your edge, but his focus kept snapping back to how this was the only area of you no one else had ever claimed before. No one else had touched you here, fucked you here. Maybe, if one day you relented, he could make you his in a way no one else had.

He tested just the tip of his thumb into that muscle and your legs went rigid.

“Is this okay?” He asked, genuinely wanting to make sure you were okay.

You were shocked how much it felt so good, a new pleasure you hadn’t exactly experienced before filling your entire lower region.

“Yes,” You breathed.

He rubbed his thumb just inside, moving it in small circles, and your vaginal opening clamped down onto the vibratory harder.

Fuucckk. Fuck fuck. Ken saw and heard how beautiful you’d be, experiencing anal sex for the first time with him, breaking you in by fucking you while fingering your virgin hole so you could orgasm around him before he’d sink his cock into-

No, focus here, now. He knew when you were nearing exhaustion and despite imagining how hot it would be to actually push you past what was comfortable for you because god, what if you loved it, what if he could pleasure you longer than usual after that, and he’d jerk himself off roughly in the shower while creating those scenarios in his head…he needed to make sure he kept himself in control, make sure you didn’t get hurt in any way.

He pulled his thumb out and pushed his throbbing cock against your opening partially taken up by the vibrator.

“Are you ready for me, y/n?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, jerking against the leg restraints, wanting to plead for another break from the vibrator before going forward but also needing to feel exactly what this was about to be like.

“I’ll go slow.” He pushed his tip in then and you keened, Ken gasping loudly between how insanely tight you were, pressing into his member almost painfully, and the vibrator on the underside of his cock sending chills through his entire body. He gripped onto your hips, forcing himself still so he wouldn’t bottom out in you and hurt you. Your gasp sounded almost strangled, like you’d had the wind knocked out of you.

“Breathe, baby.”

“It hurts, ahhh, ugh, Ken, Ken…”

Please, please don’t make me stop, he thought. “Do I need to stop?”

Your voice was like velvet. “No. It hurts but it’s so fucking amazing.”

Ken pushed further inside, stopping again when your scream filled his ears - god, yes, please, so perfect, your voice only rising so loudly only for him - waiting for you to calm down a little again before going deeper.

He shut his eyes tightly trying not to cum right then. He’d never felt anything so tight, the vibrations exquisite, your voice finally fully drowning out all the awful fucking conversations and anxieties of the day. Finally, everything was quiet.

Finally, everything was just you.

He bottom out after the fourth time he thrust forward, needed to feel every inch of you as he leaned over you, holding himself up on his forearms. You lay groaning under him and he used his thumb to encourage the slightest turn of your head without straining your neck, kissing you so sweetly it felt contradictory to the amount of intense stimulation you were experiencing otherwise.

His thrusts were tender, almost intoxicated in nature, pulling almost all the way out before bottoming out inside you again, but everything somehow felt different this time.

You’d made love to him in the past, but he hadn’t been able to feel that “perfect” connection he kept hearing about in stupid romance movies, like it was some sort of magic that only existed in fiction. He didn’t know why today, but he finally felt connected to you. Like his lips were created specifically for yours and vice versa, your body only existed in this state of pleasure because of him, and obviously he had only ever felt anything like this with you.

You had tried to prepare yourself for Ken’s jealousy-fueled anxiety to consume him as soon as he cock was in you, his thrusts rough and his eyes blazing as you’d have to get used to the pain - albeit really, really good pain - until it subsided and everything only existed in a state of pleasure, but you hadn’t expected this: languid and sweet and god, you were thankful for it. You’d never been stretched this much, never had someone somehow this deep inside you, even if it only felt like it was the deepest you’d ever felt.

His hips picked up their pace but only a little, your bodies somehow seeming to move as one. Ken’s head fell into the pillow right next to where you were facing him, wanting to watch you but his eyes closing, feeling a little overstimulated himself.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he panted into the pillow. “You’re always so fucking good to me.”

“I need to come, Ken.” Your voice was weak.

He opened his eyes then. “Tell me what you need.”

He fucked your through your orgasm, sucking on your neck hard to mark you on this special occasion as your muscles clenched and spasmed in such a way that if you weren’t tied up and held down under Ken’d bodyweight that you would have ended up in the fetal position from your body automatically trying to curl up and away from how intense everything was.

Your whimpers mixed with a couple tears that rolled down your cheeks sent Ken over the edge, him finally losing what little control he’d held onto as he bottomed out into you over and over again until the waves calmed, and his body shook on top of your trembling frame.

He wanted to stay there and just kiss your neck and back, losing himself in you while his head swam with the aftermath of his pleasure, but he forced himself to stand up and pull himself out, removing the vibratory from you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, your body still shaking, because usually you’d have been able to calm down more by now.

“Y,y yes,” you stuttered. “Need…I don’t…kno-“

Ken ripped your ties off and turned you onto your back, your limbs limply falling onto the bed.

“I’ve got you,” Ken promised. He turned on the shower and coaxed you to sit up, your full bodyweight leaning against his chest while he held you after he’d brought you a glass of water.

He carried you into the shower and had tossed in one of those fruity scented shower bombs that you always loved after a long day at school. He crossed his legs in a way to where he could cuddle you while you rested on his lap without having to sit on the cold tile floor, and held your head tenderly while you leaned against him, bordering back and forth between being awake and drifting off to sleep.

Had he intentionally exhausted you to this extreme of a point to make sure he wouldn’t have to talk about all these stupidly hard emotions like he’d promised he would? He would keep his promise, he couldn’t ever imagine lying to you, but he didn’t want to do it today. He couldn’t.

But he would, no matter how much he didn’t want to, as soon as you asked him.

“What do you want for dinner?” He asked, lips against your forehead.

“Mmmm…chocolate.”

He smiled. “Chocolate what? Cake? Ice cream? Just a bar of it?”

“Everything.” Your giggle was sleepy and weak, but it was perfect to him.

“Then I’ll get you everything,” he promised. “Also, whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’d like to ask if maybe you’d like to go on a trip with me.”

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One day I’ll have a consistent art style….. that day is not today

Lumine may act more innocently but she definitely starts shit too

Nahida put them in it

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OOC: hey folks! Just wanted to give an ooc message. It’s a little late for new year’s, but still.

Thank you for following this little project. I’ve been consistently blown away by the following I have here. Thank you for supporting me both with likes, reblogs, and fun tags, but with merch as well. It means so much to me. I have like 300 asks in my inbox and so many of them made me laugh when I got them, or made my mind go crazy with ideas. I’ve developed a lot of this setting in large part due to submissions making me think about it.

I’m on the last day of a week long PTO I booked. I got a lot of stuff done behind the scenes, a couple projects I’m keeping secret for now but I hope you’ll see before too long. I also adjusted (hopefully for the final time) the button designs (including all the poster styles that weren’t available before), and did some writing. I wish I’d been able to sit down and just queue dozens of asks but alas - life and time don’t stop when you’re on vacation. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope someday I can do this full time (along with some other OPN-related things) so I can have a faster turnaround on that stuff. Going forward I might be a bit more choosy simply due to the amount.

I have a lot of ideas for things I want to do with this project and I hope I get to do even half of them. We’ve hinted at one of them already. I’m really excited for the future of this, and I hope you will be too.

As a final note, soon I’ll be adjusting the prices of the stuff in the shop. The stickers and buttons may increase in price by about 50 cents a piece, but sticker shipping cost will decrease. That may be in the next few days. Check out the ko-fi for prints of my posters, stickers, or buttons, or to just send good vibes.

Thank you all for your support and love. Reading tags is my favorite thing in the world currently. Over the rest of today, please feel free to send me any ooc asks you like (or reply to this post) about the setting or requesting something you’d like to see - more about a certain topic, or the interview for a certain poster, whatever. I’ll try and get to them sooner rather than later.

Finally - thank you so much to my co-writer for helping and being a sounding board. I appreciate you.

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WALK : jeff the killer x fem!reader one-shot

a/n: this is my FIRST TIME writing smut, please be gentle

summary: NSFW (MINORS DNI), knife play, established relationship, jeff being flirtatious, reader is horny, PRAISE, blood, slight voyeurism, not proof-read

The sunlight softly hit your face through the trees. Your boyfriend, Jeff, was pacing ahead of you slightly and you couldn’t catch up. Today you two were taking a walk, it’s something you like to do alone but Jeff wanted to join you today.

“J, Slow down!” You yelled after Jeff. His head snapped to look back at you, a puzzled look painting his face.

“Do I walk too fast for you?” He smirked, his teeth peeking through his slashed skin. Jeff’s love language must be teasing because he enjoys getting a reaction out of you. This time, you stayed quiet and kept walking towards him.

“Should I carry you, Princess?” He obviously meant the nickname in a teasing way, hinting at the fact that maybe you’re walking so slow because you don’t want to walk at all.

“No. What’s the point of taking a walk if I’m just gonna be carried the whole time?” You shot down his request, but that never stopped Jeff. This relationship between you two consisted of Jeff doing whatever he wants most of the time. Like just days before today, you and Jeff got into an argument because he was gone for days. Doing what? Who knows. Jeff’s a serial killer, and you understand that, but he doesn’t have to disappear for days. So, Jeff ran and scooped you up into his arms bridal style.

“You said you didn’t want to be carried and now you’re not fighting back.” Jeff laughed and quickly kissed your cheek. You rolled your eyes and looked away at the trees surrounding you two, the sun shining down, and the fact that not a single person was in sight. This gave you the bright idea to wrap your arms around Jeff and have some fun too, by teasing your perverted boyfriend.

“You make me feel so safe, thank you.” You topped off your words with a small kiss on his jawline. You know what you’re doing to him. Jeff has this “problem” where he’s really overprotective and possessive. There have been many times where Jeff’s gotten off to the thought of protecting you or “claiming” you. The fact that Jeff’s a serial killer just adds to it because he wants you to love him and feel safe with him, despite what he’s notorious for. Right now, those words and that kiss were sticking on Jeff and his heart was beating fast.

When you pulled back to look at Jeff, you could see a small tint of pink flaring his cheeks. Your boyfriend couldn’t control himself, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was long and drawn out, your lips still being connected while Jeff carefully put you down. You pulled away to catch your breath and Jeff tried pulling you back in.

“J, you’re so greedy.” You giggled at him. You were holding his face in your hands and looking into his dark, open eyes.

“I’ll always be greedy when it comes to you, Babe.” His words spilled from his mouth like a slur, then his lips met yours. His tongue grazed your lip, begging to be let in. You returned his advances and found his tongue exploring your mouth. Your cheeks were hot and your mind was messy. Jeff took your hands in his and slowly guided you to a tree, pinning you against it and pushing up on you.

“I need more of you, so much more.” Jeff breathed against your ear, slowly kissing down your neck.

“I know, J.” A gentle moan escaped from you with your words. You pulled Jeff in for another kiss, his warmth enthralling you. Amidst Jeff’s warm hands trailing up your figure, you felt sudden cold contact. You hadn’t realized that Jeff reached in his pocket to take out his knife, now using it to cut open your top, exposing your breasts.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to see, Baby!” Jeff backed away to admire you before closing the gap with another kiss, slowly trailing down to your neck.

“Jeff. What the fuck.” You stuttered your words out amongst many moans. Jeff didn’t acknowledge you, his hands were exploring your body and your neck was his current point of interest. You couldn’t deny that this was your fault or that you felt good, you were just embarrassed. You’ve never done it in a forest before, the thought of this exchange being so public felt shameful, but exciting? You never stopped moaning and whimpering against Jeff, every single sound you made was heaven to his ears and a sign that he was doing something right.

This exchange developed fast. Jeff loved the sounds you made while he kissed your neck, but he wanted more. Jeff got on his knees, you truly loved seeing him like this and he loved serving you. Jeff knew what he wanted, he planned it out in his head from the beginning. Jeff took his knife again, bringing it up to you, then cutting your pants and underwear off.

“Holy shit! What are you doing?” You yelped after the sudden movement. You know you told Jeff he makes you feel safe but you didn’t expect him to pull a knife out, especially during a time like this.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. You said you feel safe with me and you know I’d never throw that away.” He smiled, gazing up at you. You trusted your boyfriend completely but you had no idea what he was trying to do.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” He ended his sentence with a laugh and suddenly penetrated you with the same knife he cut your clothes with, now using the handle of the weapon to pleasure you. You moaned with every pump, in and out. You didn’t notice through the excitement that Jeff began licking at your clit and that his hand gripping the sharp blade was oozing blood. Jeff was paining himself to please you, slicing his hand open and draining out onto the grass beneath you.

“Jeff. Stop. Please.” You breathed out with each moan and whimper. Your legs were shaking, struggling to hold you up. You felt so good, but you couldn’t stand to watch your boyfriend cut his hand open for you to feel this good.

“Hand,” was all you could stutter out. Jeff paused on your clit for a moment to look up at you.

“Ah shit! You’re just so pretty, Princess. I couldn’t resist.” Jeff acknowledged his bloodied hand and pulled the weapon handle out of you.

“You want to finish though, don’t you?” Jeff doted on you. You met his question with a whimper of approval.

“Okay, Baby.” He pocketed his knife and began trailing kisses up your thigh. Jeff used his non-bloodied hand to insert two fingers inside of you and begin pumping you with pleasure, his tongue finding your clit with the same quick pace from before. Your legs were sore and could barely hold up anymore but through your orgasm you could barely feel the pain. You moaned out Jeff’s name and quickly finished on his fingers inside of you. Jeff licked up your mess on his fingers and stood up to meet your gaze.

“You did so well, Babe. Let’s go home now.” Jeff softly whispered in your ear, picking you up bridal style again. You two walked home and Jeff peppered your face with kisses the entire time, telling you how pretty you are. He made sure to also let you know that you’re his, multiple times.

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Justice Warriors

Today (May 22), I’m keynoting Public Knowledge’s Emerging Tech conference in DC.

Tomorrow (May 23), I’ll be in TORONTO for a book launch for Red Team Blues that’s part of WEPFest, a benefit for the West End Phoenix, onstage with Dave Bidini (The Rheostatics), Ron Diebert (Citizen Lab) and the whistleblower Dr Nancy Olivieri.

The internet did not create Matt Bors, but the internet would be a much poorer place without Bors and his acerbic, scorchingly funny webcomics, which he publishes at The Nib (a site he founded), amongst some of the web’s most iconic humor:

https://thenib.com/

Founding The Nib and creating a home for all those great webcomics would be legacy enough for one creator, but Bors monumental accomplishment with The Nib is topped by his savage creation, Mr Gotcha, the single most effective rebuttal to the most annoying Reply Guys on the whole internet:

https://thenib.com/mister-gotcha/

Dayenu: if he had only founded The Nib, it would be enough. If he had only created Mr Gotcha, it would be enough. But Bors continues to amaze and delight. In Justice Warriors, a graphic novel he co-produced with Ben Clarkson, we get a distillate of all the weird, crazed things both grotesque and lovable about the net of a thousand lies:

https://membership.thenib.com/products/justice-warriors

Justice Warriors is what you’d get if you put Judge Dredd in a blender with Transmetropolitan and set it to chunky. The setup: the elites of a wasted, tormented world have retreated into Bubble City, beneath a hermetically sealed zone. Within Bubble City, everything is run according to the priorities of the descendants of the most internet-poisoned freaks of the modern internet, click- and clout-chasing mushminds full of corporate-washed platitudes about self-care, diversity and equity, wrapped around come-ons for sugary drinks and dubious dropshipper crapola.

Outside of Bubble City is the Unoccupied Zone, which is very much occupied with a teeming assortment of motley mutants, themselves gripped by endless crazes, fads, and trending subjects. The Uzzers are Bubble City’s hated underclass, viciously policed by the Bubble City cops, who mow them down with impunity, crying about their impending PTSD as they work the trigger.

Justice Warriors is a cop buddy-story dreamed up by Very Online, very angry creators who live in a present-day world where reality is consistently stupider than satire. As Bors told Cy Beltran in Comics Beat, “The current moment is so many things at once, it’s an omni-crisis of politics and attention — that’s what felt important to tap into, that sense of frenzy you can barely keep up with.”

https://www.comicsbeat.com/matt-bors-justice-warriors-interview/

That’s the feeling of Justice Warriors, all right. As Bors puts it, they tackle “social media derangement, celebrity culture, investment schemes, mass movements, and A.I.” in a tale with more sight-gags, densely packed literary references, and savage takedowns per page than anything you’ve ever read.

The art in this book is spectacular, styled a bit like those ultra-busy Al Jaffee full-page MAD Magazine spreads, or the Moss Eisley Cantina, or the wild alien scenes from Ben Hatke’s YA classic Zita the Space Girl kids’ graphic novels:

https://memex.craphound.com/2012/06/25/zita-the-space-girl-delightful-kids-science-fiction-comic-thats-part-vaughn-bode-part-mos-eisley-cantina/

But Justice Warriors is grosser, busier, and more frenetic than any of them. As Bors describes it, they created “a chaotic mutant-infested city that tops the most sensory-overloading cities in all of comics and animation.”

Justice Warriors is a mind-altering experience. If you liked Bubble, Jordan Morris and Sarah Morgan’s apocalyptic comedy podcast/graphic novel, you’ll love Justice Warriors:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/21/podcasting-as-a-visual-medium/#huntr

This is a comic book the internet needs. In a century, when our mutant descendants wonder how it all went wrong, they can use Justice Warriors as a Rosetta Stone to make sense of the detritus of our civilization.

Catch me on tour with Red Team Blues in DC, Toronto, Oxford, Hay, Manchester, Nottingham, London, and Berlin!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/22/libras-assemble/#the-uz

[Image ID: A panel from Justice Warriors depicting a mob of motley mutants protesting over the financialization of bread. One shouts, 'Stabilize the economy!' Another shouts, 'Bread is not money!']

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haiii i’m here for a matchup😈 i love ur writing

i’ll give the basics first: pronouns are she/her, i’m 5’11, my personality type is entj so8, i wear thin rectangular glasses, and my hair is naturally curly but yknow i fry that shit with heat so it’s straight and more manageable😍😍

people say i’m unapproachable because i “look cool” but idk if that’s true, i know i look unapproachable but that’s because i have the WORST resting bitch face ever it’s crazy💀 i dress pretty minimalistic and androgynous, my closet consists of the same pieces of clothing repeated cuz i’m lazy but sometimes i dress more fem. i’m pretty nice i think, i like helping people in any way i can, but i take more of a logical approach rather than an emotional approach. the only thing i enjoy other than hanging out with friends is music— you will not see me without my earbuds i live off of it. i also have severe adhd if that makes a difference💀

i don’t know how to describe myself in depth so i hope this is enough to match me with someone. answer this whenever you get the chance tyyyyyyyyyy✨✨✨✨✨✨

I match you with EREN YEAGER

First off you guys would be THAT couple

absolutely stunning, both you could literally pass as models

To be honest at first Eren is a little intimidated

Your gorgeous but you also look like you could pummel him to the ground

Which in his defense is pretty hot 🤷🏻‍♀️

He admires how you can be mature in situations but on his side he’s very emotional

As long as you’re allowed to be vulnerable with him he has no problem

He likes to play with your hair and tells you all the damn time

“Your natural hair is better.” “Babe can you leave your hair like this for today.”

Don’t get me started on your glasses because this man will have his fun

Always taking them off your face, wearing them or holding them above your head

Or even when your busy doing something, he has this habit where he just pushes up your glasses

No words shared just a common gesture

He gets pouty whenever he wants to talk to you and notices your bumping your music

He usually just asks to share the earbud because he really just wants be close to you

He finds your style comforting and honestly he’s always stealing your clothes

Your shirts, pants ,everything is going missing and there’s only one culprit

“What? You take my hoodies.” “I’ll wash it and give it back! Just let me wear it today.”

The days you doll yourself up he’s fascinated

He can’t keep his lips or hands off of you, he gets sooooo much more clinger

Constantly complimenting you and telling you how pretty you are

He likes helping you unwind though, taking off your makeup and just turning in and cuddling with you

A relationship with Eren is full of love and fun. He’s got a big heart and isn’t afraid to show his love for you either

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As Long as You Are Part 5

ALaYA Masterlist | Main Masterlist | send me things!

Author's Note: Hi! The social media blurb that goes with Part 4/5 very much goes with them. You'll notice connections between comments/photos and what goes on in this part! thank you to @stellarossii (and one of my irl friends who thought I needed translations for a book) who made sure the Italian was correct. this is less of a chapter and more of a long winded headcanon!!! Please keep that in mind

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

POV: Third Person.

Warnings: fluff. like so much fluff. swearing, mentions of anxiety, depersonalization, time skips/writing is all over the place. This has not been proofread for mistakes

Word Count: 5770 🤪

THIS Instagram blurb goes with this chapter! :)

Harry x musician!reader: Late Night Talking

It’s safe to say Y/N did not wake up refreshed and ready to start the day, because after she collapsed in her bed she was only able to get a couple good hours of sleep. The rest of the night consisted of her tossing and turning, thinking about the day ahead of her. Which was meeting up with Harry and Mitch. Officially. Auden was going to be there but Y/N was unsure if she would randomly disappear again which made her nervous. But part of her was also happy at the idea of hanging out with Harry.

Y/N had two options: go to the studio and be anxious there or she could stay at her apartment and be anxious in the comfort of her own home. The latter sounded the best to her. So she climbed back into bed and set a timer for 3:30 P.M. which was when she actually had to get up and get ready.

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Direct message: harrystyles

Hey! Thank you for letting us drop in on you like thatI do apologize if it wasn’t a great time to do so Honestly I was planning on just leaving and letting you know after But right when I sent the “nice show” message Auden came and grabbed us

good morning or i guess afternoon now i will be honest with you, it wasn’t the ~best~ time BUT i am really happy i got to meet you. and mitch

He wouldn’t stop talking about your guitar and overall talent I think you have a new fan And I’m really happy I got to meet you too In person You still on for later tonight?

yep! i’m just chilling right now don’t even know what i’m going to do in the studio today so… it’ll probably be boring just a heads up

I’m the one who wanted to chill at the studio with you so don’t stress I am also amazing at bugging people so I’ll keep you on your toes This sweatshirt is really comfy by the way Might have to steal the brand for my merch

i still can’t believe that you bought my merch like will THE harry styles be walking around with my sweatshirt?

I already have And I’m pretty sure there will be proof because I saw some people taking pictures outside of the gym

you’re taking a mini two day break AND YOU GO TO THE GYM??? not to be a bitch but that is NOT icon behavior that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)

I don’t know what any of that meant I’m not well versed in the social media culture

oh my goodness. “the social media culture” YOU’RE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND YOU TALK LIKE A GRANDPA am i about to give you a lesson on social media. so you can actually be cultured?

Please do. I’ll be taking notes

when someone says something that would typically be associated with negative connotations but uses affectionate in parentheses, it’s more of a compliment than an insult. or it can be used in the sense of like “but it’s still okay” i said “that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)” meaning that although you GO TO THE GYM FOR FUN, i still respect you.

So essentially you’re saying “no offense”

uhhh yeah, i guess so? But it can be used as a compliment: one man’s trash (derogatory), is another man’s trash (affectionate)

Ugh, this is why I’m never on social media. You guys give me headaches

harry, honey, whether you like it or not, you’re a social media presence

Is “honey” affectionate or derogatory in this context?

OH MY GOSH I’M DONE WITH YOU (it was used affectionately)

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Y/N was so accustomed to calling Auden “honey” that she hadn’t realized she said it to Harry until it was too late. Should I say sorry? Is he uncomfortable? What if he thinks I’m trying to hit on him? His response didn’t indicate that I had. But we won’t allow for “possibly”.

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okay i just need to make sure that you know i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything with the honey comment. auden and i call each other that all the time

No, no, no You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all!I thought it was kind of sweet Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄

oh my gosh! you used an emoji!! harry styles used an emoji!! Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄 ↳ STOP ARE YOU SERIOUS

Yeah, why not? I’ve got Y/N merch, doesn’t that come with a nickname too?

for you? sure but i’m drawing a blank you’ve put me on the spot i can call you chouchou. mon petite chouchou. sweetheart. literally means "my little cabbage". “MES CHOUX!” “MY CABBAGES”

Okay, I kind of dig it But I do not understand that reference? My cabbages?

because of that i’m just gonna call you chou now. cabbage YOU’VE NEVER SEEN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER???? (animated show)

Oh! The anime? Yeah, I saw like the first season but never got farther than that

Oh! The anime? ↳ oof you say that in front of certain people and they’ll throw you off of a bridge there have been discussions over whether it’s an anime or not since it aired. in like… 2005 but you need to finish it. we should watch it!! or at least i’ll force you to watch it while i’m working in the studio

Thank you for the warning because I’d rather not be thrown off a bridge I'd love to watch AvatarStart a little studio watch party?

stop i'd love that can we please?

I mean... I am the one who suggested it

okay okay okay i have to get ready now, i shall see you shortly

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Y/N threw her phone on the bed and began to run around her apartment putting on random clothes that she knew she’d be comfortable in because she was running late. She’d like to say she didn’t realize how much time she spent talking to Harry, but she did realize. In fact, she had ignored her alarm more than once and was suffering the consequences.

She sent a text to Auden making sure that she was going to be there and wasn’t going to leave her alone with Harry and Mitch again. Auden promised Y/N that leaving her alone was not her intention. Though the following message was sent with a little winky face, which could have meant multiple things. But Y/N knew Auden. She knew Auden well. Well enough to know that it was a false promise and that she had intended to leave her alone with Harry. Auden did mention this time that she couldn’t stay into the night because she had other summer classes the next day “unlike some people”.

The subway ride to the village didn’t normally feel like a long time, but that time it did. Y/N knew the only reason that everything was taking longer was because she was in a rush. She glanced at the time on her phone, worried that Harry was going to be locked outside before she could get there.

Which was exactly what happened.

Sprinting as fast as she could down the street, Y/N’s book bag would bounce against her back with every stride, arms were flailing, wind was aggressively smacking her in the face, and her breathing was ragged. But she got there. Even if it was a bit later than intended.

“Hi… I’m… sorry… for… oh boy.” She was trying to get the words out between gasps. “Oh gosh. Thanks, ugh, thanks for waiting.” Y/N rested her hands against her knees in an attempt to slow down her heart rate.

“Geeze, what were you doing? Running all the way from your apartment?”

“No,” she said offended, “I sprinted down the sidewalk. Sorry I don’t go to the gym on my free days.” Y/N joked, moving closer to Harry, nudging his arm with hers. Which earned her a small smile. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.”

“Wow, and just like that, she’s alive again."

“Okay this show is pretty damn good.”

“I can’t believe you’ve only ever seen the first two episodes!”

Auden had arrived around an hour after Y/N and Harry got in, and easily made herself comfortable in the small studio space, chilling next to Harry while Y/N was over at the workstation. Once Y/N had mentioned Harry hadn’t seen most of Avatar, Auden had immediately taken out her laptop and started from the very beginning of the show. Making sure Harry was watching, adding in random anecdotes throughout.

“Did you know that the voice actor for Aang was also Pablo from The Backyardigans?” Which Harry didn’t know, and also didn’t know what or who The Backyardigans were. Which made him lose a considerable amount of “coolness points” according to Auden.

“I told him that he’s the cabbage man. My lil homme chou.”

“Your little homme chou?” Auden asked, a huge smirk on her face. Luckily Harry wasn’t paying attention at that point, he was too focused on “emo boy”. The name he had given Zuko.

“A homme chou.”

“Hmm… I think Harry’s more of a Sokka?”

“Sokka’s pretty cool.” Harry chimed in after hearing his name.

“Right? You’re Sokka and Y/N can be Suki!”

“Auden…” Y/N warned her friend not to go any further.

“Who’s Suki?” Harry asked.

“You’ll actually get there pretty soon. I think she makes an appearance in the first season.”

“Oh cool! I’m excited.”

Mitch was unfortunately unable to attend the little studio hangout as Sarah needed help with their baby. Something Y/N didn’t want to get in the way of. "Family comes first" was the message she had told Harry to pass along to them, which he gladly did.

“Harry, it’s been great, but I do lowkey have to go. Which means I do have to take my laptop back.” Auden stood up, cracking her back in the process before leaning in to close the Netflix tab and shutting down her laptop.

“Do I not get a say in this?” Harry asked.

“What? Get a say in me leaving or you no longer having a screen to watch Avatar on?”

“... Avatar.”

“Goodness. Do you not have your own Netflix account or something? You’re rich enough to have thousands of Netflix accounts, don’t try mooching off of me.” Auden argued back in a joking way. “Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, good luck working on… whatever you’ve been working on while Harry and I have been watching Avatar.” Auden walked the short distance to her friend before leaning over Y/N’s shoulder, looking at what she had been working on. “Wait,” Auden whispered, “is this the song you’ve been working on?” Y/N doesn’t do anything other than nod and continue to jot down lyrics in her notebook and move things around on her computer screen.

“I think I’m almost done with it, but I’m not really sure of the specifics. Like the instruments and closing. I think I want strings and piano and that’s it.” Y/N makes a few more marks in her notebook before fully turning her attention to Auden. “You said you were leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little late for me.”

“Okie, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N stood up to give her a hug goodbye, adding an “I love you.” before Auden disappeared out the door.

“So, is it bother Y/N o’clock?” Y/N spun around in her chair and looked over to the couch Harry was stretched out on.

“Mmm not yet, I’m in the groove and I think there’s something I want to run by you in a little bit. So you continue to watch Avatar and I’m gonna try to finish this up. Sound good?”

Harry beamed and said, “Sounds wonderful.” and pulled out his phone to start watching the show.

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Around 30 minutes in, Y/N stopped because her phone kept going off due to Instagram notifications. Though she had a fanbase, Y/N was rarely ever tagged in anything, so the fact that there were multiple notifications one after the other coming in was a confusing sight. So she opened the app and looked at what was causing all of the fuss. It turned out to be the guy next to her. Not Harry himself sending her messages, but she was being tagged in photos of him in New York, at her concert, most not even of her.

She also noticed her follower account went up by a couple thousand. Which a month ago would have been exciting, but now it just made her anxious thinking that people were following her because she had some sort of connection to Harry Styles. She looked at the recent followers, a lot being Harry fan accounts.

“Do you think people are gonna be upset?”

“Hmmm?” Harry mumbled before looking away from the video on his phone and toward Y/N.

“Do you think people are gonna be upset? That like, you’re hanging out with me?” she clarified.

“I asked to visit, I decided to come, if anything happens it’s my fault.” He answered, as if it was common knowledge.

“Everyone is either talking about or asking how we know each other. I’m not sure what the deal is.” Y/N held up her phone and pointed to one of the photos she was tagged in. A photo of Harry, not her.

He laughed a little and smirked before saying, “You’re not used to this sort of publicity, are you?”

“Harry, I literally write music from my single bedroom apartment. The most media attention I’ve gotten is when a sample I posted on TikTok went viral. So no, I am most definitely not used to this sort of attention.”

“That’s valid, but let them talk. Just tell me if they start hounding you though, I don’t want that happening. Okay?” Y/N nodded and smiled, a smile which Harry returned. “So… should we stop goofing around now? I wanted to ask you about that song you showed me earlier.”

The last time Y/N checked the clock on her phone it read: 9:47 P.M. which was right when they started to work on the song. However the next thing she knew it was past midnight.

“Holy shit. Harry, it’s fucking 1 A.M.”

“Wait what?”

“It’s 1 A.M.” she repeated.

“We really got in the groove didn’t we.” Which was less of a question and more of a statement as it was very clear they did ‘get in the groove‘. “Are there any 24/7 food locations near here?” Harry questioned, standing from his chair and stretching in the process. “I haven’t eaten anything in a while.”

“It’s New York City, of course there are 24/7 diners. But, I can take you to one of the best 24/7 bodegas close to here. Plus, I haven’t seen Tony in a hot minute.”

“Tony?”

“I’ll tell you on the way there. Do you have cash with you?”

“What? No, why?” Harry asked, confused at her sudden excitement.

“Geeze,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes before getting out her wallet and smacking a $5 bill into his chest. “I thought famous rich people always carried around wads of cash with them” Y/N’s hand was still holding the money to Harry’s chest, waiting for him to take it. Which he didn’t. “Harry, take the money, there’s a card minimum at most bodegas, you’ll need cash.” she explained.

“Hmph,” he grumbled, taking the money from her hand.

“Thank you, now let’s go.” she said, dragging him by the sleeve out of the studio.

On the way over, Y/N explained that the bodega they were going to was called Colucci’s Deli and Grocery, but the “locals” (mostly students) just called it Tony’s. Antonio Colucci, Y/N described, was an old time worn Italian immigrant who was always making jokes and chatting with anyone, and everyone, who walked through the doors. He had unofficially become the grandfather to the NYU students who passed by, making sure they were okay, asking them about their classes, about their life, about their families. “It might seem funny, okay? But he truly cares about us”. She explained further that he let his favorites (making it clear that she was one of them) have packages delivered to the store for safekeeping, and even knew what frequent customers got to eat. And before he cou deven ask any question they were already at the store. Y/N quickly walked ahead of Harry and opened the door which let out a faint ring as she stepped through the threshold.

“Tony?” Y/N shouted immediately, as if barging into a bodega at 1 A.M. was a common occurrence for her.

“Y/N, stop, people are going to–” and before Harry could even finish his sentence, a deep Italian accented voice replied to her yell.

“Is that my Y/N L/N?” from the back room stepped a man exactly like Y/N described. He was on the shorter side with deeply tanned skin, a small grey mustache above his lip, and matching grey hair on his head. He was wearing an apron that Harry assumed was once white but was now covered in a smattering of different colored stains.

Tony moved out from behind the counter, shuffling as quickly as his old age could carry him before stopping in front of Y/N. He rested his hands on her shoulders and smiled as if he really was her grandfather. One who hadn’t seen his granddaughter in far too long. The creases at the corners of his eyes became more prominent, making it clear that his happiness was indeed genuine.

“Le cose belle arrivano quando non le cerchi,” —the beautiful things that come when you don’t look for them— “and I was not looking. Because she came through that door and I didn’t even see.” Tony said, glancing at Harry, then to Y/N, then back at Harry, smiling like he knew something they didn’t. But Y/N knew what he was implying.

“Basta, basta” —stop, stop— “about both things, Tony.” Y/N laughed. “You’re too kind to me. And we’re not together. This is Harry, he’s just a friend who was nice enough to visit me.” she patted Harry on his arm.

“Vedremo…” —we’ll see— Antonio looked at Harry once more before turning his attention back to Y/N. “So, why are you here so late? More music?”

“Isn’t it always? We got a little carried away and didn’t realize the time. We’re here for some food and then we’ll get out of your hair.” Y/N smiled at the old man who waved his hands frantically as if she had said something ridiculous.

“No, no, no. You never bother. Mi piace vederti,” —I enjoy seeing you— Tony leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, “don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite. La mia bellissima nipote.” —my beautiful granddaughter— a wide smile covered Y/N’s face and she looked back at Harry as if to say “I told you so”.

And she was right. Not that Harry would have said it to her face, but he initially thought that she was exaggerating how much Tony cared for those who passed through his store. But from the time Harry spent in Italy he understood what was being said, and there was no doubt in his mind that Tony saw Y/N as a granddaughter.

When she turned back to continue talking to Tony, Harry realized that he hadn’t witnessed an interaction like that in far too long. At least one he was lucky to be a part of. And it made him so glad he stayed a couple extra days.

The casualness of everything Y/N did, the subtle comfort in her demeanor that made everyone enjoy her presence, and the fact that she was straight-up kind. Y/N didn’t say anything more than his name to Tony, she didn’t post about him, she didn’t ask for anything. She was normal and she was nice and she was something Harry didn’t realize he was longing for until it was right there, she was right there. Harry didn’t know what kind of longing it was, whether platonic or something more, it didn’t matter. What he did know was he did not want to lose whatever kind of relationship was being built there, in that moment, in that bodega with the small Italian grandpa and the girl who shoved a five dollar bill into Harry’s chest.

“Harry?” a small voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he looked over to where Y/N stood, she had moved over to the counter which Tony was then behind.

“I already ordered mine, what would you like?” Harry drifted closer to Y/N, and took a peek at the sandwich in her hand.

“Whatever you’re having looks good.”

Y/N nodded and smiled before saying, “He’ll have The Classic!”

After Tony finished making their sandwiches and said their goodbyes, Harry noticed that there were a few other late-night shoppers in the store with them; something he hadn’t noticed before as he was too entertained by the interactions between Y/N and Tony.

“So,” Harry started, “you speak Italian?”

“Mmm… sure, we’ll say I do.”

Harry chuckled, “that’s kind of cryptic.”

“Well maybe it’s so you’ll never know how much Italian I understand. You speak Italian right? Like you were there for a while?” Harry nodded in response. “Maybe I’m not telling you how much I understand so if you think I know less than I actually do and you shit-talk me to someone in Italian, I’ll know what you said.” After she finished her dramatics, Y/N turned to Harry, walking backwards to face him and smirked.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” she said, “you’re here with me.”

And frankly, Harry didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Should we do this again tomorrow?” Harry asked, as if they didn’t have plans to do the same thing again.

“I like the sound of that.” Y/N said, going along with the joke.

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Harry asked and Y/N��s heart melted.

“I’ll be okay, it’s a subway ride away and then you’d have to go back to wherever you’re staying. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“Well I have a car picking me up—”

“Oh he’s Mr. Fancy,” Y/N cut in and Harry glared at her before smiling.

“As I was saying, there’s a car picking me up to bring me back to the hotel we’re staying at. I’m more than happy to bring you back to your apartment. I just want to make sure you arrive safely.”

“Are you insisting?” she asked.

“If I insist, is that the only way that you’re going to go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then yes, I am insisting you let me take you back home.” as much as Harry wanted to stay up with Y/N, he knew they both needed sleep and he’d see her again anyway. He wouldn’t say it, because he didn’t want to seem creepy, but he wanted to spend as much time getting to know her in person as he could. He’d be away for a while and the only time he knew he would be back in New York wasn’t for a while.

“Then let’s go, homme chou.”

That night Y/N went to bed with a huge smile on her face, and nothing was able to wipe it away.

The night passed quickly, too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but it meant that it was Monday. And Monday meant teaching, and on this particular Monday it also meant hanging out with Harry again.

Teaching went by quickly and smoothly, although this time Auden would look at Y/N and wiggle her eyebrows and point to her phone. Which was Auden clearly trying to distract Y/N with the fact they were seeing Harry two days in a row.

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Direct Message: harrystyles

Hey, I'm stopping by one of those cold pressed juice places. Did you or Auden want anything?

i'll take one whatever you're having :) auden said "as much as I’d love for Harry Styles to hand deliver a drink to me, a cold pressed green drink is not one that I want” so that sounds like a no from her is mitch coming this time?

Wow, there really is no love for me is there? I text you to see if you want a drink and all I get back is "Is MItcH CoMiNG?" Really feeling the love Y/N And no he's not, the baby is sick

did you just do the spongebob mocking meme at me??? noooo not the little jones-rowland baby

So what if I did?

you didn't know (affectionate) but you know that spongebob meme? who ARE you? and what did you do to the cabbage man?

I looked up memes when I got back to the hotel, okay?? Most of the articles were like "memes your kids are probably referencing" and "how to keep up with gen-z references"

STOP THAT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER READ "Breaking News: Harry Styles Does Research on Gen-Z Memes" "i'm sorry but the old harry can't come to the phone right now. why? oh, 'cause he's dead" I CAN'T stop this is amazing

Are you judging me??? I will spit in your green drink

ew ew ew okay never mind proud of you for doing your "history of memes" homework does this mean i can stop explaining viral videos and trends to you? old man.

... ...

harry? wow, he's so old he might have just collapsed and passed away on the sidewalk

So impatient Goodness old man. ↳ I am only three years older than you. If I'm old you're also old I'm here by the way You have two minutes to get down here before I actually spit in your drink

🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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Even though Auden said she didn't want a green drink she continued asking for a sip of Y/N's until she caved just so her friend would shut up. If Y/N had to explain how Auden's taste test went, she'd just open YouTube and search Brittany Broski's kombucha reaction. Because that was exactly how Auden reacted to the juice. And then she collected all of her things and ran off to the bathroom, texting Y/N to tell Harry she had to go meet up with some classmates for a project. And to NOT mention that the green drink didn’t sit well with her.

It had been around 15 minutes since Auden left and Y/N was silent, the green drink long finished and as was her ability to focus on the song in front of her. She was moving the dials up and down on the workstation absentmindedly, too focused on thinking about how much her life had changed in so little time.

Y/N was silent once again, she moved the dials up and down on the workstation, not paying attention to what she was doing, “Do you ever feel that like, you’re not really there?” she asked.

Harry’s soft strumming of Y/N’s guitar suddenly stopped and a voice cut through the momentary silence, “What do you mean?”

“Like, you’re living your life, right? But you’re also barely there?”

“Explain.”

“No, sorry. I don’t want to get all personal or anything, that’s not what you came here for. So, what I like to do for the melody is add in—”

“No,” he cut off, “I’m interested in what you were saying.”

“You sure?

“Of course, go on.”

“Okay… So like, sometimes it happens on stage, where you’re just not really knowing what’s happening. And the only reason you’re able to finish a show is because it’s become muscle memory? Or there are conversations you can’t remember, because… when you were having them, your mind was, I guess, just trying to make it to the next sentence. Just trying to carry on without anyone noticing how you’re attempting to pull off “fine”. And maybe it’s believable, but if it’s not… I guess it’s more fun for people to ignore it. I guess you’re more enjoyable when you laugh a lot. Even if it’s not real.”

“Woah…”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” Y/N put her hands out in front of her and waved them, like doing so could rewind time and take back the last minute. “I was just starting to feel that way. And sometimes, I guess, it helps to talk about it?” Harry sat there, listening, not wanting to interrupt her rambling, “Normally I talk to Auden, but she’s not here and I didn’t want to seem rude to just step out and call her. This whole experience is just so… it’s so weird to me. You’re this incredibly famous musician, and I can’t believe you’re here. Like, in front of me. A literal… arms length away.” Y/N finished. She sunk into her chair and spun away from him, hands covering her face.

“Thank you.” Harry responded. He moved closer and stretched his arms towards Y/N. He then took the side of her chair and rotated it so she’s facing him again.

Opening her hands to peek through Y/N asked, “What?”

“Thank you for sharing that. I’m not sure I totally understand what that feels like, but some of it I could definitely relate to.”

“Oh…”

“If we’re getting personal, thank you for treating me like a regular person. I know that might be cliché, but sometimes it’s hard to meet new people who actually talk to you like you’re a friend or someone new they were just introduced to. There’s none of that awkwardness… of them feeling they have to put on a façade in order to seem “cooler” or as if they’re trying to get on your good side.

“Like, I’m just some random guy who got famous, sometimes I’m not even sure I deserve it. It’s hard sometimes, being able to like, connect with others. I dunno if they’re going to go tell my secrets if I get close to them or just use me. Which I know is kind of shitty to think. I dunno…” he trailed off.

“Is it my turn to say thank you now? Are we in a group therapy session?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, “you’re the one who started it.”

“I’m just saying!” she threw her hands in the air signaling her surrender. Y/N leaned back in her chair, and spoke again, “But I actually mean it, thank you for sharing. Also, that wasn’t very kind to yourself Mr ‘you deserve the space you’ve created in this industry’ was it?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, looking at Harry in mock irritation.

“You can’t use my words against me!”

“Says who? The referees of rebuttals?”

“I dunno… I’m sure there’s an instruction manual somewhere that talks about arguments between friends.” Harry said, pulling out his phone to see if there was such a thing.

“Wait… are we friends?” Y/N sat up straighter in her chair, a huge smile taking over her face.

Harry turned his attention to the girl in front of him before he spoke, “I thought that was clear when I continued to talk to you for the past like, two weeks and then followed you to a random 24/7 bodega at 1 A.M.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” She asked incredulously, voice raising. “You never said anything!”

“Well I just assumed!” He said laughing, his voice level matching hers. “Do you normally take people who aren’t your friends to random-ass bodegas?”

“Well… no, but—”

“See!” Harry pointed out.

“And Tony’s is not a random-ass bodega,” she shouted.

“Oh my goodness.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of everything. “I’m kind of sad that I have to leave.” Harry finally admitted out loud.

“Really?” Y/N’s heart rate began to pick up.

“Yeah, I’ve had a wonderful time. This has truly been entertaining and an overall great experience. I’ll have to bug you whenever I’m back in New York.” Harry looked at Y/N. Actually looked at her this time. Taking in her features, her eye color, the way her hair was styled and the other minute details that made her, her.

“Well, you can bother me whenever. You don’t have to limit your presence to just NYC.” Her heart rate wasn’t slowing down, if anything it was speeding up.

He was right there. So close. His hand was still near the arm rest and if she spun her chair just a bit more to the right her knee would bump into his. But she didn’t want to move, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling or if he was thinking the same things. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Was she starting to have feelings for him? No, that couldn’t be. She was herself and he was Harry. And even if he did feel whatever she was feeling, he was going back to the UK and would be there for a while. They would only have a phone to connect them.

“Hey?” Y/N’s vision came back into focus and she noticed she was looking past him at the wall instead. “You okay?” all she did was nod, which was apparently unconvincing as he asked a follow up question, “What’s going through your head?”

“I dunno,” Y/N deflated and put her face in her hands, steadying her elbows on her knees. “This whole thing has been so weird. You’re going back to the UK and I feel, I guess, guilty for wanting you to stay longer?” a hand rested against her back, gently pulling her forward until her forehead rested on Harry’s chest, his hand carefully making comforting circular motions as if to say “it’s okay”.

Harry rested his head against the top of hers, mumbling, “I wish I could stay longer too. But when I come back we’ll record that song, okay?” just loud enough for her to hear it.

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to drive you back to your apartment again?”

“Can we just stay like this for a moment? I think I’m too comfortable to get out of this position.” A laugh reverberated through Harry’s chest, which was an answer in and of itself.

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If you got this far, that last conversation was HEAVILY inspired by GIA Margaret’s song ‘barely there’. I took her lyrics and mixed them in with that conversation which will make sense later down the line. I am not claiming that as my own.

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Even in such disastrous events, Sylvia must still escort the two lover birds idiots. (AO3)

Kinda a sequel to this

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Sylvia Sherwood is a veteran spy.

Yes, she might have not been in the field for several years ever since she became WISE Handler Ostanian division, but still, she IS a spy who has been trained physically and mentally to prepare herself for any unfavorable conditions.

Thus, she will NOT scream like some schoolgirl, even when she is being carried bridal style by a younger woman, whose body is smaller than hers.

At most, she will just hold her breath while forcing her erratic heartbeat to stay beating steady, when the lithe woman jumps from one skyscraper to another.

Wait.

The Full Metal Lady widens her eyes when she cannot see any other skyscrapers in front of her, and yet, The Thorn Princess doesn't slow down her run.

In fact, she sped up. (How is THAT even possible???!!)

"Uuuh….. excuse me…."

"Please hold on tight, Ma'am"

Sylvia instinctively tightens her hold on the younger one's bare shoulder; she might accidentally scratch them.

"Wait for a second. You don't plan to-....."

Yor leaps.

KYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

Sylvia's soul finally returns to her body when Yor put her gently on the bed of a room.

She is blinking rapidly to assess her location.

The room is clean. Only consist of twin beds, a small table with one chair, a simple wardrobe, and a bathroom.

"This is an apartment at the border of Berlint."

Thorn Princess answers her silent question when effortlessly lifting the wardrobe, table, and chair to block the door.

"Lo-.., Twilight prepared this place, and told me to bring you here until he finishes the 'clean up' at your office."

The younger one then retrieves a briefcase and first aid kit box.

She places the briefcase near her arm, "He also said that you might need this for extra protection, in case I was busy engaging your pursuer."

A briefcase gun. She nods.

Of course, Twilight would go to such a length when preparing backup plans.

Yor then open the first aid kit and kneel near her injured leg and start inspecting it.

"May I?"

Sylvia nods, giving her permission to the younger one to remove the makeshift bandages and her stockings.

She hisses upon touch, and immediately understands that she won't be walking for several months ahead.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. The day has turned worse and worse with each passing minute.

"Ma'am, I think-..."

"Sylvia."

With a disastrous day such as today, she had enough formality.

"Huh?"

"You can call me Sylvia, Yor."

Yor blinks and reluctantly nods, "O-okay. Well, uhh…. It looks like the bullet went through, but it grazed the femur….."

"Fractured bone."

Yor nods and then gives her a bright smile, "But the fragments are still aligned. That means I can stitch the flesh wounds to slow down the bleeding until the situation is clear and you can get proper medical help."

Ah, such positivity. So cute

Sylvia chuckles. "Don't worry. I've been in a worse situation."

"Of course," She sees Yor frowns, "But this is still going to hurt."

"I'll live. Please carry on."

"I'll do it as fast as I can."

She nods her approval, hugs the pillow, and bites on it.

True to her words, the painful process ends fast enough to Sylvia's relief.

After bandaging the wounds tightly, the Forger's mother then gives her a glass of water which she gulps down hungrily.

To her surprise, the next thing Yor does is open the bathroom door to retrieve Sylvia's German Shepherd.

The dog immediately comes to her and licks her hand worriedly.

Sylvia can't help but chuckle, "Relax boy, Mama will live."

The red-haired woman then turns her attention back to her savior, who currently is sitting stiffly near the door.

Sylvia can see how hard the younger one is to look calm, but honestly, she won't fool anyone with how visible her fidgeting is, keep looking in the direction of the ongoing battles at WISE HQ.

Wearing emotions in her sleeves, huh? I wonder how she can keep her job a secret from anyone up until now. Me included. Sylvia shakes her head in disbelief.

She then clears her throat, "Thank you so much for your help. I'll be fine now. You can go help your husband."

Yor's head snaps at her, and she stammers, "Uuh… but Lo-.., I mean, Twilight asked me to guard you."

Sylvia clicks her tongue.

That foolish idiot!!

She shakes her head and sighs, "That idiot just doesn't want to see you get hurt."

"Huh?"

Upon receiving questioning looks from a pair of ruby orbs, Sylvia pinches the bridge of her nose again. She can feel the tingling feeling at her temple, a sign of upcoming migraine that has nothing to do with the immense pain of fractured bone, or blood loss.

These two really are going to be the end of me.

"Tell me Yor, did Twilight specifically tell you to take the longer route and bring me to this place via that specific window?"

Yor nods.

"That means he has done his meticulous preparations to distract the enemies. Aside from false routes, there must be numerous traps surrounding each entrance; if not on the whole building itself; and cover any access to come to this room. Trust me. This place is the safest place in the whole city."

It needs several seconds for Yor to chew the information before a realization sinks in and she starts to scowl.

Sylvia raises her hand in a calming motion, "Ah, but please don't kill him. I think I understand his reasons."

Yor mutters through gritted teeth, "He promises to stop keeping things to himself."

"Please be patient with him, Yor. He….." She sighs, "I can still remember his devastated face clear as day, when he tore this city brick by brick searching for you, during the war of your assassins organization."

"But that was different."

"Was it?" She challenges the assassin, "Didn't you quite literally throw your body in the line of harm so that he can live?"

She sees the younger one inattentively caress the ribs under her left breast, most definitely the location of her mortal wound.

Sylvia smiles somberly, "You know that he has lost everything in his past, Yor. He will break beyond repair if he loses you. So please be patient with him."

She sees Yor frown before muttering, "Sorry…"

The elder one chuckles, "Don't. I guess that's why both of you are meant for each other."

Sylvia sees how Yor is still conflicted though.

Oh heaven, have mercy. Do I really have to chaperone these two again?

She takes a deep calming breath, "On second thought, I think I understand why that idiot agent of mine wants to keep you away from our business. It is already a disgrace for us to be blindsided by this typical trojan horse scheme. Asking for help from an enemy country assassin would make us lose our dignity completely."

"Uum…. Actually, Shopkeeper said that Garden is only returning the favor," Yor chimes in.

"Hmm…. Twilight was doing a solo act at that time, though that information is classified," The elder one starts to talk under her breath, "But, drastic times call for drastic measures. I need my loyal agents to stay alive to show them how a real spy works. If these bastards want to play rough, then I'll gladly show them why I got the name Full Metal Lady."

She then returns her attention to the assassin in front of her, "And there are your justifications."

When Yor blinks confusedly, Sylvia takes another deep breath, "I'm asking your help to bring my loyal agents safely from the commotions at the HQ; including your husband; so that I can have a proper revenge."

Yor's face immediately brightens and she salutes, "On it, Ma'am!"

The assassin immediately stands up.

Sylvia thinks that Yor will bolt to help Twilight right away, but she is wrong.

First, Yor rearranges the makeshift barricades to block the one and only safe entry of the room. Second, she ensures Sylvia has the basic needs within arm's reach: energy bars, water, and even urinals and wipes (did Twilight really prepare that?!). Third: she makes sure the German Shepherd has enough kibbles and water and also prepares folded sheets for the dog to rest.

Yor double-checks everything, making sure all is prepared accordingly, and that Sylvia is comfortable in her current immobile position. Only after that then she perches at the window ready to depart.

Sylvia is actually quite amazed.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Yor looks at her. She pauses for a while before giving the Handler a grateful smile, "And thank you so much, Ms. Sylvia."

She then jumps down from the 3rd story building.

Sylvia blinks astonishingly before chuckling. This woman is not as gullible as people believe, huh?

A whining from her right makes the red-haired lady look down, and pet her dog.

"Yes boy, she is your friend, Bond's master."

Another whining.

"Yep. One of a kind indeed."

Sylvia now understands why Twilight falls head over heels for her.

As he should.

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So, I'm thinking the internal conflict in WISE is just like the internal conflict that happened in SHIELD during Captain America Winter Soldier. There might be infiltration from the enemy's agency, or SSS, or just some greedy people within WISE that have become ambitious. *shrugs*

And yes. I hc Sylvia will always get a headache because these two lover birds are idiots. But she loves them nonetheless. I once wrote a one-shot exploring this hc

These two lovely fics also share similar hc:

A case study of mr. Fishy

It’s just the light coming on

Totally love it!

#spy x family #sxf fic #sxf drabble #sylvia sherwood #Handler #yor forger #thorn princess #loid forger #agent twilight #twiyor #fluff #comedy #sisterly bond

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