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manicpixiefelix · 4 months

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never wanted anything from you (except everything you had)

{ One-Shot AU for head, heart, hand. }

@saintbeau asked: I know you said in the Canon ending, up until a certain point, Oliver was planning to let the reader live. If he'd never decided to kill them, do you think they'd suffer a similar fate as Farleigh and be forced out? Or do you think there's ever a possibility of 'the pet coming with the house' so to speak? I think to a degree Oliver's yearning to take Felix's place could lead him to essentially slotting himself alongside the reader if they'd allow it.

Summary: After the death of your best friend and his sister, you can't bring yourself to stay at Saltburn, even when their grieving mother wishes you would. However, after several years away to process and grow, you find yourself back in touch with Oliver Quick, who's changed so much in the time you've spent apart. Fate certainly has a funny was of working out, so you're not entirely surprised to end up back at the place you'd once called home.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons. Oliver/Reader are endgame here.

Warnings: Very poor relationship with reader's parents. SALTBURN-CANON ENDING; Felix & Venetia are still dead, but we get a happy ending this time. Also not sure if it needs a warning but Oliver does admit to killing Felix.

A/N: 4162 words. This got away from me. this ends up being so painfully fluffy. it's VERY Oliver/Reader, Oliver's less of a bastardman and he doesn't kill Elspeth but her health is failing significantly like it does in the movie. i think i might have made him a better person as compared to the film, but it's still canon compliant mostly. it ends so fluffy and happy tho, i love it omg. AGAIN THIS IS NOT CANON TO head, heart, hand.

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There is no world where you stay where Oliver wins.

But there's a world where you leave, heart too heavy with grief, where you transfer from Oxford and spend time as an adult reconnecting with your own family, where he finds you again. Your parents don't respect you as family, but you're granted access to their lives, to be in their line of sight; you become almost like a live-in assistant who takes meals with them but for whom they show no outward affection.

It's all you have left.

You tell yourself it's enough.

"That Catton fellow offed himself," your father says it with such idleness, as if reporting the weather.

"Sir James?" You almost choke on your breakfast, and father peers down his nose at you over his morning paper, giving you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yes, sorry, I forgot you knew him -"

"Surely it doesn't say that he offed himself," your mother frowned, tugging at the corner of the paper to try and get a look at the article. They bicker lightly, charmingly, in the middle of this cafe about the death of your best friend's father, and what the article is saying or implying, but you just wonder about Elspeth.

Later, when you search through old papers and memories and notebooks, you find the number for Saltburn and call. Duncan's voice is familiar, as is yours to him.

"Captain," the old nickname is so gentle on his tongue, the most gentle you'd ever heard him be about anything. Then, as quickly as you'd heard it, the gentleness is replaced with apology, letting you know that Elspeth is unavailable, but that you'd be welcome to attend Sir James' funeral. You know you'd never be able to bring yourself to attend.

It's Oliver who reaches out, deliberate, in the months that follow. It's slow going, too formal for how intimately, how messily you knew each other for those few months in the Spring and Summer. He apologises, says he saw you on the cover of a tabloid trailing a pair of aging socialites and looked further into it.

"You looked -" he tells you over dinner in the city, beautiful, settled, no more of his youthful awkwardness; it had only been a few years, but how glad you were to see him, "fucking miserable," he says so gently, taking your face in his hands. Oh fuck, you'd missed him, missed his touch, missed how clearly he could see you - you burst into tears in the restaurant.

Dating Oliver makes you feel like a whole new person, raw, relearning yourself, realising you'd been living like a ghost since you'd left Saltburn. Your hyper competency had needed an outlet and your parents had provided that, but you were barely a person, to them or to yourself. Now you were learning who you were, alone.

Quieter. More focused and driven in your professional endeavours. As dangerously charming as Farleigh ever was. The memory of Venetia peeking through in your wickedly sharp wit. An echo of Felix in the affection you carried with you, in your smile, in your laugh. A living ghost, learning to love and embrace the ways in which you were haunted, rather than grieving for them.

You spend nights in his little flat, take refuge from your own life in his, and Oliver's the one who informs you that Elspeth has moved into town, leaving Saltburn echoing and empty, if not for the skeleton crew that maintains it.

"She wants to see you," there's a strange look in his eyes when he says it, something conflicted, almost dark, but when you smile, he too lights up.

Elspeth holds you for a very long time. In the middle of a cafe in walking distance for your both it turns out, there's tears in her eyes, and a joyful smile, and she doesn't let you go even as Oliver goes and order you all drinks.

"So beautiful, you've always been so beautiful," she murmurs, long, elegant fingers feather light against your features, no care for propriety here, "you're so grown up." It's like she's trying to connect the person you are now with the memory she has of you. Tears are welling in your own eyes.

"I'm sorry I left, mum." There's a lump in your throat and her tears start to fall as she takes your face gently, cradling you against her, laughing through her bittersweet memories.

"I never blamed you, pet, never," she assures, voice wet with tears but reassuring nonetheless. Oliver sits down on your other side, wordlessly leaning into you both, resting his head on your shoulder. The three of you stay like that for a long moment. You can hear Elspeth sniffling quietly.

The moment breaks, she lets you go, and when you sit back up, Oliver takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and resting your joined hands on the table. Immediately Elspeth's eyes focus upon them, and she gives a warm smile to your both.

"I cannot believe you've found each other again," and she sounds so genuinely joyful, "it's funny how the universe works out." Oliver gives a faint, bashful smile, leaning into you, bumping your shoulder for a bit.

"I'm a lucky man," there's something wonderfully, desperately loving in his eyes when he looks at you in this moment. It is, to him, the total and complete truth. Before you're overwhelmed by your urge to kiss him, however, Elspeth continues.

"After all that's happened, I am glad luck, and life, have brought you both back to me; I was just saying to dear Ollie the other day," Elspeth rests her cool, well manicured hand on your free hand, sitting on the table, "the two of you should come stay at Saltburn again."

Something constricts in your throat, grip on Oliver's hand tightening momentarily.

"I know," Elspeth is quick to move her hand to your shoulder, seeing the way your expression changes, drops, "but that house still holds so much love for you, my dear pet," and she takes a deep, shaky breath, finally admitting, "and I can't bring myself to be there alone."

Looking to Oliver, he gives you a gentle smile, nothing but sweet warmth and reassurance; he's changed so much since Saltburn, so sweet, so sublime. That version of Oliver didn't know how to love you or Felix in a way that was good for any of you, you came to realise, but this Oliver, oh this Oliver had crafted himself a home in your heart with love you didn't think anyone other than Felix had been capable of.

"It can be our home again," he murmurs, a sentiment Elspeth echoes like she hadn't even realised that was what she had wanted from you both;

"It can be your home again."

The drive to Saltburn feels like a memory, of young laughter and loud music and Summer sweat whipped away by the wind in Felix's convertible. The car you'd chosen to take with you is far more sensible, but still relatively ostentatious, and when you ask Oliver to drive, he of course obliges you. Still, the music is loud, and the day is warm, and even if the two of you are quiet, there's still a warm hand on your knee.

And you still feel loved.

Saltburn creaks and echoes with familiarity.

The doors open, and though you don't recognise the footmen either side of the entrance, you certainly recognise Duncan. He's older, of course, as are you. There's a touch of grey by his temples, and he's paler than you remember, but still prim, still gaunt and haunting -

"Mister Quick," until his eyes fall on you, and he softens almost imperceptibly, but you see it, you hear it in his voice, "and Captain Y/N," almost like it's an in-joke between you both by now.

"It's good to see you, Duncan," you tell him sincerely, and for the briefest moment he actually smiles.

"And you as well."

Everything's the same, just as Elspeth had assured you both. Everything's the same, just as when you'd left. Fled. Alone all those years ago.

Coming back, hand in hand with Oliver, it feels surreal.

Grand foyer, red staircase, secluded alcove that you and Venetia used to tease Felix about regarding his 'accidental' bout of cousin fingering, Henry Seventh's cabinet, the arch Felix claimed his grandmother haunted, the Green Room, gardens through the windows, Rubens that Felix never cared for but you had always appreciated. Still broken piano. Blue Room; still blue. The King's bedroom, not that you cared for Henry the Eighth, but Felix always liked to bring it up. The long gallery. Portraits of Cattons you had never cared for. Shakespeare's folios that you and Felix had spent a Winter going through, just to brag that you had, without realising how few people would care.

Sir James' teddy was absent from it's usual chair. Something about that makes something ache in your chest, just a little. So you look away, to the maze beyond the windows that you never want to go in again.

You know this house, this route, like the back of your hand even now. Oliver holds your hand tightly as you rest your hand on the intricate doorknob of the midnight blue door that you both remember so well.

"Are you okay?" Oliver's voice is quiet, is reverential, as you hesitate. Nodding once, you push open the door.

It still smells like Felix. His things are still here, still a bit of a mess. Books and knickknacks and photos. His wardrobe door is still ajar, the way you know you left it when you'd been scrambling to pack your own garments when you'd last been here, and his clothes still hang there, frozen, a moment in time.

It aches, but it doesn't... hurt. Not like you thought it would. It almost seems silly, to have this preserved for so long.

"Can we stay in here, Duncan?" You call out, knowing he must be around somewhere, he always was.

"I thought you might," Elspeth's gentle voice from the doorway makes you and Oliver both jump. But she's smiling at you both, and once the shock has worn off, you can't help but laugh. It sets you all off, laughing warmly, fondly, all three in Felix's perfectly untouched room.

Elspeth does, however, let you know that they've had the bathroom redone. She doesn't say it's because of Venetia, but you're quietly grateful nonetheless. You don't know if you could bring yourself to bath in there if all you could think about was Venetia's blood across the bathroom floor. It's different now.

When you try out the new tub, still claw-footed, still deep and soothing, there comes a knock at the door you'd left ajar out of habit.

"Mind if I join you?" It's Oliver, with a teasing little smile and hope in his eyes. He does not wait at the door like you know he once had, he is bold, he is unapologetic, he is confident in his love. Enthusiastically you wave him over, delighted to create new, better memories in this bathroom that no longer resembles the one you know.

There's still this strange kind of divide; Oliver, at times, still acts like a guest. Saltburn's been your home for too long for you to feel uncomfortable within it's walls, but Oliver's still always asking permission. For everything. He asks if he can borrow some of Felix's old clothes and looks relieved when you look at him like it's an absurd request.

"He's not going to be wearing them."

Elspeth gets this look in her eyes whenever she recognises any of Felix's clothes on Oliver, fond and nostalgic as she tells him she's glad they're no longer gathering dust.

"Beautiful clothes for a beautiful boy," she liked to say.

It takes you a few weeks to realise Elspeth's ulterior motives. Her health is failing. She has no family left. She needs people. As Oliver had pointed out so long ago, you were both desperate to be needed. Much like when you were younger, your own parents had no qualms about you living your life at Saltburn without them; they'd hire another assistant. The email they'd sent back to you did however note that you had been the best assistant either of them had ever had. It's the nicest thing they'd ever said to you.

Elspeth speaks to you alone one morning during the fall, the grounds turning all shades of golds and oranges.

"I..." your thoughts are moving too fast, her offer was so simple yet so overwhelming, "can't take Saltburn." A deep sigh escapes her, and she looks out over the grounds, but pets your knee, "I won't leave," you try to placate her, "you, or Saltburn, if you'd like me to stay; I'll be like Duncan -" this gets her to laugh, fond and bright, "but I think it will complicate things with my own family."

She tells you she understands. Her voice is getting weaker by the day. Then, after another long moment of gentle silence and contemplation, she speaks carefully.

"And Oliver?"

Part of you kind of knew this was coming.

"He might love Saltburn more than me," you admitted with a chuckle, "and he loves you dearly, you know that right?"

"He's such a strange, beautiful creature," Elspeth muses fondly, "I don't know if James even looked at me the way he looks at you," she smiles at you, expression turning soft and nostalgic for just a moment, "Felix used to look at you like that, didn't he?"

"In his own way," you agreed, unable to look her in the eyes while knowing exactly what she meant, exactly what she could see in this moment.

"They say we have more than one soulmate in our lives, pet," she says softly, reassuringly, and you look up once more. There's gentle hope and fragments of old grief that wrap around your heart as she continues, giving your knee a faint squeeze, "I think you're one of the lucky ones."

And your mind settles back on Oliver, how good, how kind, how loving he's been in the year since you'd reconnected. Finally, you're able to smile.

"I think so too."

Oliver seems genuinely surprised when you and Elspeth approach him with the offer. He keeps looking at you, confused. All you can do is smile, assure him that you want Saltburn to be in his name.

"I'm not abandoning you," you laugh, "I'll be here as long as you'll have me, help take care of any paperwork or maintenance or, well, calling people to take care of those things."

"They're a good house pet," Elspeth actually teases, while Oliver is still silent, looking at you in awe. He stutters through a verbal agreement, and Elspeth delightedly says she'll get the contract drawn up in the next few days.

"Why me?" Oliver finally asks, and Elspeth stands, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"You've worked hard all your life, Ollie, I can see that in you," she murmurs, "and you loved the ones so dear to me. I know you will love this home, and my darling Y/N, and one day I know it will be a family home again."

Oliver is quiet during supper, he keeps looking at you with this unreadable expression, almost grateful, but somehow intrigued. There's something lighter about him now, less tension carried in his shoulders, a small smile he can't quite get rid of. After you all eat, he offers you his arm and asks you to stroll the grounds in the moonlight.

"I thought it'd be you," his voice is so soft. The moon makes him glow. He's wearing the pale, linen shirt of Felix's that catches the light so beautifully.

"I could tell," you can't help but smirk, gently ribbing him. When he laughs, it almost sounds disbelieving.

"Saltburn was your home first."

"Saltburn is a place," you tell him, "my home was always the people in it."

"Felix was your home," he remembers when you'd told him that, how wide Felix had smiled when he'd heard it.

"And now," you're surprised by how your voice catches as you realise what you're about to say, "it's you."

"You love me," Oliver turns with wide, adoring eyes, while you can't help your shy smile.

"Of course I love you, you know I love you -"

"You love me-love me," he sounds like he's discovered the meaning of life, like he can see it in your eyes. Then, very suddenly, a whole new realisation seemed to wash over him, "I think I actually want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Oh! Is this -?

"I don't have a ring, fuck-!" Before he can get any further, you're kissing him, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to make him taste how much you fucking love him. Giddy and burning with desire, you feel like a teenager again, overwhelmed with delight and affection in this old house you call a home.

When you suggest that you meet his parents, properly this time, Oliver makes a face like he's bitten a lemon. It's a beautiful, cool mid-morning at the beginning of Winter, grey light reaching through the curtains to caress you and your fiancé, wrapped up in Egyptian cotton sheets.

"I've met them before," you remind him gently, hand splayed out across his chest as he looks at the ceiling, "I don't hold that Summer against you."

"Felix stopped... trusting me," his voice barely breaks a whisper, "he stopped loving me because of them," it trembles, catching, and you see tears in his eyes. A flush was rising up his cheeks, grief and a strange kind of fury overwhelming him it seemed, much to your surprise, "you should hold that Summer against me, should hate me, should -" it's spilling from him now, with such speed, such anger that it's almost frightening.

"Ollie, love -"

"I wasn't in my right mind, I was sick and obsessed and- and- and I can't believe I hurt you like that -"

"What are you talking about?"

Through his tears, his grief, his outburst, Oliver threw his arm over his face, unable to look at you, unable to look at anything in this room he now seemed to regret being in.

"I just wanted him to love me too," Oliver choked out, "I know you tried to help me - I can't believe I hurt you, I know you loved him - but I didn't want him to love anyone if he didn't love me."

"Oliver."

"I put the cocaine in his wine. I gave him the bottle. I left him there."

To your surprise, as much as the news hurts, it comes in a dull wave of grief, not the sharp, stinging kind you were braced for. What you don't expect is the sympathy that wells up inside of you for the man who just admitted to killing your best friend.

But you had spent years grieving for Felix, had come to terms with it, made peace with it. It's a shock to the system, of course, to learn he was murdered, but you can see the hurt, the guilt that Oliver had been carrying with him, and knows how it feels to be overwhelmed with love for Felix Catton to the point where you'd do unspeakable things with him in your heart. You'd ruined lived over one-word insults spat in his direction because that was who you were, that was what you did.

And you knew Oliver Quick, who he was, how he operated, the kind of desperate jealousy and need to be needed that became dangerous or perverse when they went unsated. Neither of you were the people you once were.

Carefully, you drape yourself over Oliver as he wept, wrapping him up tightly in a hug with one arm, other reaching up to brush through his dark, messy hair.

"Loving Felix makes us do terrible things," you murmur softly, fingers carding through his hair, "you took someone special from this world, but we can't change that."

"Why the fuck are you being so nice right now?" Oliver groans, voice full of disbelief, "I just told you -"

"You loved Felix and he stopped loving you back; you were drunk, and obsessive, and out of your mind with some psychosexual desire. You killed the man you loved, that we loved," you recount firmly, and he quiets down, still sniffling, "do you regret it?"

"Yes," he whispers.

"Are you lying?"

A long pause follows.

"I don't know."

"Did you ever stop loving him?"

"I don't think I ever will," then, moving his arm, he reaches out for your face, gently cupping your jaw. His eyes are bright red, smudged tear tracks shining on his cheeks, "I don't think you will either." You shake your head, confirming as much, before you turn your face and press a kiss to his palm.

"You're not that same person, Oliver, neither am I. The version of me from that Summer might never forgive the Ollie that killed Fi, but I know you now, and I know you love me, and you'll love this house, and the memory of Felix, just like I will."

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you're not a saint, and you're not a devil. You can't change the past. You're just a human, full of flaws, but you're better than you used to be, I know."

"I love you." He coaxes you forward, bringing you in for a passionate, messy kiss, murmuring against your lips, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Still, you keep this revelation between the two of you. Elspeth never needed to know.

It was a small ceremony at the beginning of Spring on the grounds of the Saltburn Estate. Elspeth was barely able to get out of bed anymore, so the location was more for her sake than anything else. She'd insisted on taking the reigns for planning the wedding though, looking through folders and magazines with you and Oliver at her bedside.

A beautiful flower archway, Duncan officiating, and only your families as guests. At your suggestion and reassurance, Oliver had worked hard to repair his relationship with his family.

"You don't have to lie about being important anymore," you'd smirked at him, "you're inheriting the Saltburn Estate, you're marrying into my family; you're Oliver Quick, that means something."

Oliver's family had marvelled at the estate the minute they arrived at the property; his sisters and their partners seemed shocked and delighted.

"Is this your place?" One had asked you, eyes bright and incredulous as you and Oliver were giving them all the tour.

"Ollie's actually," you give him arm a squeeze as you give him a proud smile, watching as he ducks his head, flush with embarrassment.

"This is you house, Ollie?! What the fuck!?" Another shouted, even as her own partner laughed while asking her to tone it down.

Before the wedding even begins, his oldest sister has talked him into letting she and her children visit in the Summer.

It comes as a surprise when your own parents show up, though you suspect it's because Elspeth personally called to invite them, not because of you. They too are impressed by the house, but less so than the Quicks; they'd been there for gatherings in years past, after all.

When your grandmother arrives, however, that's when it all becomes real for you. Unlike your parents, she dotes on you. Your grandfather had been the head of the business when he'd been alive; your grandmother was a dedicated professional, but always a romantic at heart, which is where your mother claimed to have gotten her artistic proclivities from.

Oliver says you have the same, beautiful eyes, and she chuckles.

"He's a charmer, I see," she teases, but wraps him up in a hug. "You be good to them, Mister Quick," your grandmother tells him in a faux-stern voice as she leans out of the hug, "we're the kind of family you don't want to get on the wrong side of." Despite how she's waving a finger at him and doing her best angry glare, Oliver can't help but cast you a fond smile, wrapping an arm around you.

"I'm aware, ma'am; every day I feel lucky to have Y/N by my side."

This seems to sate your grandmother, who pets his cheek fondly, and tells you that you've got a good one.

"I think so too."

It's a beautiful, perfect day, the best day of your life so far, where the worst day is now but a mere memory. All that matters is Oliver Quick, and the love in his eyes as he looks at you, as he promises you;

"This house will be full of people who love you for the rest of your life."

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lovysmtalks · 3 years

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Oh, How I wish

same TW as the first chapter, very much cursing :)

Thank you all for the support on this book

chapter II

as the class finished, Marinette rushed out of class making it to the back of school, dialing the number her best friend, Chloe

"Hhhh, what do you want Mari, don't tell me you actually went to school, sugar I thought we were skipping today?" The voice of the pollen queen said

"Get yourself something pretty, were going on a trip to Gotham, well I said I'm going alone but I'll bring you along the way, same with Luka and Kagami."

After a little pause

"WHOOOO VACATION, NO IDIOTS TO DEAL WITH!" Chloe yelled probably making her staff hear her

"Yes my flower. You're going to have a surprise when you see, make your bags, we're having the plane on Monday."

"Wha-" "Bye!"

Marinette took a deep breath. Today was a good day. The weekend is knocking at the door so she has to get ready.

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Mari was sitting on her balcony, with a notebook on her lap

' I've took Spanish classes when I was younger, I wonder if I could write a song in it, let's change the vibe from all this ugly emotions that I've felt those past 2 years.' Marinette thought, she wanted to make something new, not just sad 'i hate my life' songs.

"Ah! That's it, I'll write something about my experience in Gotham, I hope it won't be bad tho" she says as she looks up at the night sky

Tomorrow it's the day she is leaving.

If you asked her to do this two years ago, she wouldn't have blinked an eye to choose the class. But I guess with time people change, and she'll be a hypocrite if she said she stayed the same.

But it still hurt. She doesn't want to show her soft side anymore, it only hurt her and her supposed friends called it a lie.

All Mari could do is sigh and get up from the balcony and go back inside.

-----------------Monday-----------------

Marinette got up a bit too late, she jumped out of her bed falling and hitting her face in the process

Tikki and Plagg were crazy laughing, probably tearing up a bit

Mari got up from the floor and ran to the bathroom to clean her bloody nose and to rapidly do her makeup

"You think she's ok? That was a pretty hard hit" says Plagg through his laughs

"She most likely is, not the first time this happened" laughs Tikki as they both fly to the bathroom

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Mari ran to the airport, seeing as Chloe was nonstop calling her and sending her angry messages about how she should stop staying up all night playing Cookie Run Kingdom

Once she got a sight of where the blonde girl was waiting with her suitcase

Quickly Marinette thought she should do something to get her attention, so she started running- jumping on a window gently and then on Chloe, making Chloe lay flat on the floor

The whole part of the airport where they were just started, trying to recover from the shock of what the small girl just did

"Mommy! Mommy! Did you see what she did?! It was pretty! She's very pretty too!" A little boy said while pointing at the two girls who were laying on the floor while Marinette was laughing in Chloe's shoulder

"Y-yes sweetheart, it was very pretty ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᵗ" said the mother, the last part being a bit shaky and quite

One Chloe woke up from her small pass out from the shock-

"MARINETTE CHENG WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" she yelled as she got up, almost falling back down but being catched by Mari

"Hello to you too my flower, I just wanted to make my entrance know, but you weren't paying attention" Marinette made some puppy dog eyes to Chloe

"I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU ALL MORNING YOU! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR- YOUR CLOTHES, SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE STYLE?-" Chloe's rant was stopped by Mari peppering a kiss on the blonde's forehead

"Relax my queen, I decided to have a small change in style, getting my rebellious arc you know?" Mari winked at her

Chloe's cheeks pout as they blushed a bit

"Y-You look pretty." She turned around and started walking with her suitcase behind her

(what Marinette was wearing └|∵|┐♪)

Mari giggled at the blonde and started running after Chloe, grabbing her by the arm and started running together towards to where the plane entrance was

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Once they landed, the girls took a taxi to where their hotel was

The girls looked a bit amazed at how big it was, but it wasn't that much of a shock since Marinette knew how rich those bastards probably were.

The two of them entered the hotel, the boy at reception couldn't get his eyes off Marinette, his eyes were only on her eyes and lips, they were covered in a dark shade of faded black lipstick and her eyes were covered in a shade of bringht white and classic batwig eyeliner, making her eyes pop their beauty even more.

"Uhm are you listening?" Giggled Chloe, catching on to what was happening

"OH- uh, YEA! of course!" He said rapidly as he looked for the key of their rooms

The boy had black hair, styled backwards, probably too elegant for a receptionist.

Marinette finally looked at what was happening and their eyes met

It was like the whole world stopped, and everyone else disappeared

The boy's eyes a jade shade of green, they could make anyone fall in love at the first sight, compared to Marinette's, who once we're very soft hearted, they now looked as they were a goddesses, very strong shade of blue, could get anyone on their knees and begging to be honest.

A finger click made the both of them come back to reality

"Ahem you two, it's getting late and I'm tired" laughed Chloe as the boy was still looking at Mari who turned around quickly in embarrassment.

The boy smirked flirty at her as the two of the girls started to walk to the lift

Once they were gone, the young man dropped to the floor and started breathing heavily, trying to calm his heart down

A whistle was heard from on the other side of the reception

"Damn, my lil bro got turned on by eye contact, didn't know you were that much submissive." Laughed an older guy

The receptionist got up quickly and gived the man a killing stare and he threw the first thing he got to hand

"Shut the fuck up Dick."

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Back with the girls

They finally got to the second floor where their rooms were, once they got to put the keys in the doors-

"So you like black haired dudes now?"

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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VALERIE - Part IX. (Harry Styles)

yall are gonna hate me for this but it needed to be done IM SORRY! also, i can’t believe valerie is ending this week, just one more part to go! can’twait to read your reactions and thoughts on this part, even though i know yall gonna be upset lmao

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Some days it truly feels like the universe has plotted against you to make every possible thing go wrong. As if it wants to see just how much you can take before breaking, experiment how long it can dance on your nerves before you end up one of those crazy people who shout at random strangers on the bus for no actual reason.

Starting the day you overslept awfully leaving you only ten minutes before you had to leave. In your hurry you ended up putting on socks that do not match and you were forced to buy a sandwich on your way as breakfast, but you promised you wouldn’t buy packed sandwiches for a reason, this one tasted like it’s been sitting on the shelf for weeks. Maybe it really has been.

You made it to work successfully, but then you realized that you’ve left your notebook at home, the one that had quite a lot of important information you need for your work, so you spent your first hour at work emailing different people for things you should now, explaining that you just left your notebook at home. Some didn’t really give a fuck and just answered you normally, but others didn’t shy away from commenting that you should be more responsible and careful.

This alone gave just the perfect foundation for the day. It was all downhill from then. Your boss loaded twice as much work on you than usually, everything with close deadlines, throwing even more anxiety into the mix as if you didn’t have enough already.

You met up with Marcus at lunch, but that didn’t go as planned either. It’s been getting more and more frustrating with him, the two of you have already had at least five fights this week and it’s only wednesday. It seems like even the smallest things push you over the edge these days and you easily pick a fight over anything. It didn’t happen differently this time either and by the time you got back to the office you were fuming. Worst part is that you always have a hard time ending a fight and tend to continue it through texts, the same thing happened today as well.

Now it’s a few minutes past five and you’re getting ready to go home, get changed and head to family dinner since today is Valerie’s first birthday, but even on the bus you’re still furiously typing away on your phone, sending a reply to Marcus, wanting nothing more than to throw the device right ot the window.

At one point you decide you’ve had enough. Turning your phone off you sink it into the depth of your bag and just try to focus on breathing, because even the smallest things seem to be hard tasks in such an upsetting state of mind.

These past few weeks things have taken an absurdly wrong turn between you and Marcus and you don’t know what to do about the whole situation. Every night you go to bed thinking that you should just let go of him, would do a favor for the both of you, but then that stupid little voice in the back of your mind tells you that if you break up with Marcus it’s game over for you, you’ll spend the rest of your life alone. It all ends up with you violently holding onto the pieces of what’s left from your relationship and you’ve been trying to figure out where it went wrong, but you have absolutely no idea.

After you changed into a pair of light washed jeans, a bright orange sweater and your black leather jacket it’s time for you to leave, though you already know you’ll be late. With a sigh deep you decided to turn your phone back on when you were sitting in the Uber, immediately deleting the notifications about the messages Marcus left you and going straight for the few ones from Rosa, your mom and Harry. They all arrived not too long ago asking when you’d be arriving, so you quickly typed your sorry and told them you’re on your way, you just got caught up at work. For Harry, you add something else too:

“Save me a seat and order me a tequila.”

His response came quickly.

“Done. Both.”

You let out a chuckle seeing his message. He knows you too well.

Walking into the small restaurant you don’t have a hard time spotting your family, three tables have been pushed together to make enough room in the back, taking up the small, kind of separated area of the place. Rosa smiles widely when she spots you, Valerie standing on her thighs, hands on the table as she is trying to snatch one of the glasses away, but her dad is pushing it further from her grasp.

“Sorry for being late,” you huff out and take the seat right next to Harry who watches you with a smile. “Well hello there, birthday girl! You’re so big now!” you babble at Valerie who giggles at you before her attention is averted once again.

You feel Harry’s elbow poking your side and turning to him you see him nod at the two shots on the table.

“Oh, fantastic. You’re drinking too?”

“No, I’m driving. Both for you.”

“If I didn’t have such a shitty day I would question what kind of alcoholic you think I am, but I kinda need both,” you sigh, taking the first one and downing it faster than ever. From the corner of your eyes you see your mother’s disapproving look, but you decide to ignore it for now.

“Wanna talk about it?” Harry asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry, but you shake your head, the alcohol still burning your throat.

“Not now. Can you give me a lift home tho?”

“Sure,” he nods, turning back to the conversation at the table.

You somehow succeed in putting everything that happened today behind and just focus on the time spent with your family. It helps that seemingly Harry works hard all evening to tell you about random things, just occupying your thoughts as much as he can. It’s nice to relax a little and forget everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders recently.

“It’s so crazy she is one already,” you sigh when you and Harry are walking to his car.

“Right? It makes me feel incredibly old,” Harry huffs as he fishes his car keys out of his pocket.

“How old are you even?” you ask laughing, realizing you don’t even know how old he exactly is. There are quite a few things, small details you’ve just never gotten around to find out about Harry.

“I’m turning 27 in February. Wild, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, you’re basically a grandpa,” you tease him and he narrows his eyes at you, but you can’t miss the little smile hiding in the corners of his mouth.

“That makes you a grandma, because you’re turning 25 in April, don’t you?”

“You know when my birthday is?” It takes you by surprise, you don’t remember ever telling him when your birthday is.

The two of you reach his car and he clears his throat unlocking it. Seems like he doesn’t really want to answer, but your burning gaze on him kind of forces him into it.

“Uh, I do. I wanted to meet up with Steven last year the day you had your birthday party, but he said he had plans already. Tried to lure him into cancelling, but he didn’t even want to share where he was going. Then he admitted that it was your birthday party, but you told him and Rosa not to even mention it to me so I don’t show up.”

Your stomach drops hearing his version of a story you’ve only known from your own point of view. You remember that you indeed told them not to tell Harry about it, but now it seems like such a hate crime, when in real life, it was still when the two of you hated each other with passion.

“I’m… Harry I’m sorry. That was--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiles at you, starting the car. “We left it all behind, didn’t we?”

His smile seems genuine, but you still feel guilty for being such a bitch. It reminded you how much time and energy the two of you wasted for years hating each other when you could have been just like you are now. If only things happened in a different way…

Arriving at your building Harry parks the car and stops it. As the engine stops, the silence that’s been thickening the air just becomes even more obvious. He is waiting for you to say something about what’s gotten you so upset today, you know that, but you don’t feel like sitting around in his car.

“Want to come up for a little bit?” you ask and it’s a hidden message that you want to talk in the comfort of your own home. Luckily, Harry understands it right away and nodding he tells you to lead the way.

You make some tea and the two of you sit on your couch, Harry is sitting sideways so he can see you while you bring your knees up to your chest, staring down at the mug in your hands.

“I had a fight with Marcus,” you quietly start.

“Oh.”

“And… it wasn’t the first time. We’ve been constantly fighting lately and I’m just… so tired of it.”

Saying it out loud for the first time, having someone listen to you brings you an odd sense of relief, and it doesn’t feel weird that you’re talking to Harry about all of it. He has proven himself to be a great listener.

“We’ve been fighting constantly, over the smallest things and my… my patience is running short, at this point.”

You’re talking slowly, carefully putting your thoughts into words, trying your best to interpret them for Harry after boiling them only in your own head for so long.

“I just… I have no idea what I should do.”

“It seems like the relationship is not making you happy anymore,” Harry softly speaks up and you have nothing to bring up against what he just said. “So why are you trying to continue it?”

You were expecting the question, you just knew he would ask it, but it still brings a painful, stinging sensation into your chest as you try to find the words to answer him.

“Because…” you breath out and slowly turning your head, your eyes meet his gaze. “If I can’t make it work with him… then… who is it gonna be? There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me, that he is literally my last choice, that if I mess this up it’s gonna be over for me.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Harry tells you tilting his head.

“Do I?” you chuckle bitterly, turning your gaze to the ceiling before you look back at him. “Because I don’t think I do. I’ve been literally feeling so miserable for weeks, yet I still can’t get me to move on, because I think I’m gonna die alone.”

“That’s not gonna happen, don’t say that. You’ll find the right person for you, you just… have to be patient.”

“But that’s the thing. I have lost my patience. I’m done, over it.” The tears form in your eyes in just a few seconds and the next thing you know is that you’re crying. “I’ve been trying so hard in my whole life, but somehow I always ended up… not being enough, or thrown away, stepped over, left behind. No matter what I did, I always ended up alone and I can’t help but notice a pattern in it. It has to be me, what else?”

“It’s not you, okay? You just had a few bad experiences.”

“Not a few,” you huff closing your eyes. “All of them are bad. I was… I was never enough for anyone and now that I found a guy that seemed to be just perfect… I’m ruining it.”

“I don’t think you’re ruining anything.”

“Then explain to me what’s happening, Harry!” you snap in despair and Harry stares back at you at a loss of words at first.

“Do you have feelings for him?” he then asks. You can’t answer right away and it tells him a lot.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“That sounded more like a no.”

“Okay, alright. No, I don’t. But… I could develop feelings eventually, couldn’t I?”

“That’s not how it works, Y/N. You can’t just torture yourself hoping that one day you wake up and you’ll be in love with him. It’s not gonna happen and you’re just wasting your time.”

“How do you know it’s not gonna happen? What makes you so sure of that I will not end up alone?”

Harry stays quiet, her green eyes are staring right into your soul and for a moment you forget about your misery. This man alone holds such a power over you, it’s starting to scare you.

“I know it, because… I know you. And I see you. You’re literally the funniest girl I know, so easy to talk with, you always know when to crack a joke and when you have to be serious. You have so much love for others, you care about your loved ones and you’re always there for your friends and family. You make it so easy for others to get comfortable around you and you make everyone feel safe around you.”

You listen to him intently, drinking up every word that leaves his lips. Harry looks down at his hands as he continues.

“And you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful, it always baffles me when I see you.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“It’s the truth,” Harry chuckles lightly, he brushes his knuckles together nervously. “Every time you walk in, you just… make everyone turn their head at you, and I always wonder if you even notice that. The way you walk, your smile, your laugh, Y/N, you make every man go crazy about you.”

“You’re just saying that because you are trying to cheer me up,” you sniff, wiping a few more tears away from your eyes.

“I’m definitely not,” he chuckles and his eyes finally find yours. “I remember when we first met.”

“When you walked in on me changing,” you sigh, the memories living vividly in your mind.

“Yeah. I remember how… breathless I felt when I saw you standing there, your dress handing a little on your frame because of the zipper. I forgot my name for a moment. I offered to help with the zipper because I just… wanted to touch you in any kind of way. So I knew that you were real.”

“Harry…”

“I know this sounds made up, but I’m telling you, this is the truth. And I know I didn’t act like that for a long time, but I always thought that you were an amazing person and I know that any guy would be so lucky and incredibly happy to be with you. I hate the thought of you thinking otherwise of yourself, when you are literally such a delight and… just a gift to all of us. I don’t know what’s really been going on between you and Marcus, but if he can’t see your worth and can’t make you feel like you deserve… he is not worthy of your time.”

You feel your throat closing up, but you’re not sure Harry knows the reason behind it when the tears start rolling down your cheeks again.

Because it might look like his words touched you and made you tear up, but in reality, a bittersweet feeling has taken completely over you. If this is how he thinks about you, why did he act like that when he had the chance to be with you? Why didn’t he want you to stay? What did you do that made him want to throw you out?

It’s a spiral straight down and you can’t stop yourself from falling. Harry has always been the biggest mystery of your life, and now you’re just even more sure it was something you did or said that made him want to run.

He reaches out and easily scoops you into his arms and you let him hold you tight, face buried into his chest. You hold onto his shirt as the silent cries escape your lips. You want him to want you. You want him to mean all those things he just told you, but you just can’t seem to move on from the past even though you’ve agreed to forget about it. It keeps bugging you in the back of your mind that no matter what he says, you weren’t good enough to make him want to stay with you when he had the chance.

***

It doesn’t get better after that night. Harry stayed until after midnight, made sure you got into bed and told you he’ll check in on you the next day. And so he did.

You felt guilty for loading all of it on Harry, so you decided it was the last time you ever talked about Marcus or your love life in general with him. You easily made yourself believe that he didn’t really care about it and he just listened to you because he was trying to be nice. It seemed the best to just try and forget about it all.

For a while you were contemplating breaking up with Marcus, but you didn’t have the strength to do it, telling yourself you have to give it another chance and some more patience. However it’s ending up to be quite draining, you gotta admit, but you are starting to get used to feeling numb every day.

Rosa invites you over, because she went through her closet and found some stuff she thought you’d like, so you head over not long after you get home from work. She mentioned that Harry would be over watching some kind of football game with Steven, so you are not surprised to see his car parking on their driveway.

“Hi guys!” you greet them when Rosa lets you in, the game is already on so they just wave in your way, intently watching the TV.

“Come on, I have everything in the bedroom,” Rosa nods in your way and you follow her upstairs. Valerie greets you with a loud shriek as you walk in, she is sitting in her crib, surrounded with a bunch of toys, seemingly having a great time.

“Hi there, Princess!” you coo at her, caressing her cheek before you sit on the edge of the bed that’s filled with piles of clothes. “What’s the big sorting?” you ask, grabbing a cardigan and taking a look at it.

“I just have way too much stuff, can’t fit new stuff into my wardrobe, so I needed to sort it all out.”

The two of you go through everything and just catch up while you try on what you like. At the end, you are just sitting on the bed playing with Valerie. You can tell there’s something Rosa wants to share, but she seems reserved about saying it out loud.

“So, the other day we were talking with Steven about how crazy it is that Val is over one year old,” she starts, eyes glued to the little girl, handing her another building block as Valerie works on… whatever it’s going to be when it's finished.

“Yeah, that’s what we talked about with Harry after her birthday dinner. Makes us feel old,” you chuckle.

“Exactly,” she sighs chuckling. “So then we talked about, maybe… having another kid sometime soon.”

You perk up and looking at Rosa you see the shy smile on her lips and you gasp, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not pregnant,” she assures you, but then adds: “Not yet.”

“Oh my God, so you’re trying for another baby?” you whisper, even though there’s no chance of the guys hearing the two of you. You can hear the sound of the TV up here, they have no clue what you’re talking about.

“I mean, it can take some time, so we thought we could… start now.”

“That’s fantastic!” you breathe out, truly happy for your sister. You just know Valerie will be such a good big sister. “Val, you want a baby sister or baby brother?” you ask her and she looks at you with a serious expression, holding out one of the blocks.

“Baba!” she exclaims.

“Yes, baba!” you chuckle. She’s been learning kind of real words lately and it won’t take too long before she’ll be bossing around everyone in the house.

When it’s getting late you pack the clothes you choose and head down to leave. The guys are still on the couch, but Harry’s head perks up when he hears your footsteps.

“You want me to give you a ride?”

“Um, I’m fine, don’t want to bother you while the game is on.”

“It’s ending in five. If you can wait a little it’s alright.”

“Okay,” you nod smiling so instead of going to the front door you stop in the kitchen to wait for Harry.

Rosa puts Valerie into her high chair and gets a banana for her while you check your phone just when Marcus calls you. Hesitantly, but you answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, just wanted to check in if the weekend is still on.”

“Uh, sure. It is.”

“Great. I’ll have to check again with my boss, but I think I’ll be able to pick you up.”

“Great. Talk to you later.”

“Bye, babe.”

The call ends and you find yourself facing a curious looking Rosa on the other side of the kitchen island.

“Marcus?” she asks and you nod. “How are things going?” You’ve only mentioned it to her that it’s been hard between the two of you, but you definitely didn’t go into details. Harry was the first and last person to hear the whole story.

“Um… neutral, I guess?”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I know, but I’m just trying to figure it out. We are spending the weekend together, I hope it’ll help us to get a little more… settled? I guess, I don’t know,” you stammer, nervously fidgeting with your phone in your hands.

“That’s nice, was it his idea?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to know that Marcus is making the right attempts to smooth things out.”

“Attempts?” Harry’s voice makes both of you look in his way as he stands at the door, seemingly confused about what he just heard. “You’re still with Marcus?”

“Harry, I…”

“No, don’t try to explain it. I thought I talked sense into you last time.” He is clearly pissed, not holding back how upset he is to get the news that you are still dating Marcus. But on the other hand you can also feel yourself getting angry how he tries to control your life.

“You did, but I never said I’ll break things off with him.”

“Well, it surely sounded like you made up your mind,” he huffs.

“Well, I didn’t,” you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“What the fuck, Y/N! You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” he snaps gesturing in your way. “I thought we were over this!”

“We? What do you mean we?” you grimace and now you are raising your voice as well. “Harry, there’s no we! This is my relationship and it’s nice that you care, but you can’t tell me what to do!”

Harry is vivid. He needs everything in him not to burst right then and there and for a moment you think he’s gonna just explode. But when he speaks up again his voice is quiet, however you can feel all the anger and frustration behind it.

“Get in the car, we’re leaving.”

“What?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N!” he barks making you jump. Rosa and Steven, who arrived to the kitchen in the middle of this madness, are just watching the scene unfold, completely unable to even say a word.

Slowly, you slide off the stool and grabbing the bag filled with clothes you turn to Rosa.

“Thanks for… these,” you mumble before walking out, Harry following you right behind.

Nothing is said as the two of you get into the car, Harry is clearly on the verge of anger outburst, but you’re pretty upset yourself. The drive back to your place is painfully quiet, but you can’t stop staring at his hands gripping the wheel. HIs fingers and knuckles are turning white from the way he is basically crushing the wheel in his hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had his grip’s imprint on it by the time you arrive to your building.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he snaps once the car is parked.

“Would you stop pretending like you have a saying in what I do?”

“I do have a saying in it! Because when you break again I’ll be the one picking you up from the ground!”

“Well, sorry it’s such an inconvenience to be my friend. But don’t worry, I won’t come to you again,” you snap back with a grimace and try to open the door, but it’s locked. “Let me out, Harry!”

“Fuck no, not until we talk about this,” he scoffs and it’s the last straw for you.

“There’s nothing to talk about! It’s none of your business, Harry! Stop pretending like you care!”

“I do care!” he shouts back so forcefully you are taken aback, sinking into your seat. “Of course I fucking care! How would I not?! I care about you so fucking much, how do you not see it?!”

At this point, you’re certain Harry has lost all self control and he is about to load he has been holding back out on you, while you’re just sitting there, staring at him completely speechless over how his whole being is filled with anger and fury.

“Stop fucking telling me that I don’t care when all I think about is you! Every damn day! I can’t fucking stop thinking about you, because every time my mind snaps right back to you when I’m trying to think about something else! Do you know how fucking painful it is?! See you fucking waste your time with that dickhead when I want to be with you?!”

Eyes widened you forget to even breathe as the words leave his lips and soon enough realization hits him hard about what he just said. His chest is violently waving, eyes staring straight ahead. Next time he speaks up the shouting is over, he is clearly shocked at his own behavior.

“Y/N, I-- what you told me last time, about ending up alone, that wasn’t the first time you told me all of that.”

“What?” you gasp.

“You broke down the same way at the wedding. Told me all about how you think you are just simply unlovable and will probably die alone.” His eyes snap down at his hands on his lap as he continues. “I was shocked how you’d ever think that way about yourself, because I was… I was already falling in love with you and I barely just met you that night. I couldn’t imagine what happened to you that made you believe that nonsense. I never felt like that with anyone else before and it was so fucking scary. Every time you looked at me or touched me, I could feel… the sparks. The fucking sparks, Y/N,” he lets out a bitter chuckle. “I never believed in that, but you made me feel that way. Then… one thing happened after the other and we were up in my room. I saw the way you looked at me, like I was your fucking everything and I have never experienced that. You fell asleep in my arms and I told myself that this is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you listen in complete shock as Harry is still avoiding to look at you.

“I wanted to be the person who shows you how lovable and amazing you are, how worthy you are to be loved. Like I found my mission all of a sudden.”

“Then what the fuck happened in the morning?” you ask choking out the words. Harry finally turns to face you and you see his watery eyes. He was crying.

“You fell asleep and I was just watching you… and I realized that… sooner or later I would do something to hurt you. Because that’s what I always do and I didn’t want that. You didn’t deserve that, but I just knew I won’t be able to give you what you wanted and needed. And you told me all about how you just want to be loved and… I didn’t want to disappoint you in any way.”

He rubs his eyes turning back to look straight ahead and you see his lips tremble before he speaks up again.

“I said all those stuff so you’d have a reason to hate me and you wouldn’t try to stay with me.”

“This is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you chuckle bitterly as the tears keep rolling down your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how fucking horrible I felt after that? I felt so ashamed for fucking weeks, Harry!”

“I-I know. I mean, I figured.”

“You made me feel unwanted and dirty, it took me so long to build my confidence back and be able to think of myself as more than just some used rug that was thrown out!”

Harry sits there in complete silence and just lets you load everything out on him, because he knows that’s what he deserves. He has tried to punish himself in so many different ways for what he did to you, but he knew he had to face you someday. Now the time has come and he is done trying to run away from the consequences of his actions in the past.

“I was blaming myself all this time, thinking that I must have done something wrong, when in reality it was you! It was fucking you!”

“I know, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it to end like this.”

“You didn’t mean it to end like this?” you snap. “You literally continued to treat me like shit for years! If it wasn’t for Valerie, you’d still be a complete dick to me! And what was your intention with this now, huh? Why did you tell me all of this now?!”

“Because I couldn’t stop… seeing you be so unhappy with someone who clearly doesn’t deserve you in any way. I’m selfish and I realized that I made a mistake, but I now know what I should have done, because…” He finally turns to face you again, you see a tear roll down his cheek as he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I’m fucking done pretending like I don’t.”

You stare back at him, breath caught in your throat and it’s the breaking point. You reach over to his side and unlock the doors so you can open yours and you jump out of the car wanting to get as far away from him as possible. He can’t just throw all of this on you after everything the two of you went through, that’s not how it works. Does he even mean it? How are you supposed to believe him after years of hatred?

You try to get inside the building, but he is quick to catch up with you, he grabs your upper arm and pulls back, but you yank his hold away.

“Where are you going?!” he snaps towering above you.

“Home. And don’t fucking touch me!”

“But I literally just told you I love you, you’re not gonna say anything about that?”

At first you plan on not even answering, you make your way towards the door, but then you change your mind. Turning around you unload on him once again.

“You don’t have the right to tell me you love me! Not after all the shit I took from you! How am I supposed to believe it when you literally made me feel like shit for all these years, saying the meanest stuff to me every damn time we met! I was avoiding you like the plague because I can’t even count how many times you made me cry calling me names and treating me so fucking horrible! No, you are not just gonna waltz in here, tell me that I have to break up with my boyfriend because you’ve been in love with me all along. I don’t fucking believe you, Harry. So stay the fuck away from me,” you tell him and push your way inside. This time he doesn’t follow.

By the time you reach your front you’re sobbing, barely seeing from your own tears. With shaking hands you unlock the door and get inside shutting the door behind you before you collapse on the floor.

Harry lives in delusion if he thinks he can just unload all of this on you and make everything right magically. Not after more than three years of the shit you took from him. How are you supposed to believe that he is telling the truth? If he loved you all along, how could he treat you like that? That’s not what love should feel like. All those countless times when you came home after seeing him and you couldn’t help but cry after some of his meanest comments… and now he is trying to make you believe he did it all to protect you from him? Bullshit.

It doesn’t work like that and now he is gonna have to face the consequences of his actions.

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Hey! I swear I saw [Ronen Rubinstein] last night but it was just [JB Rozen]. The [25] year old [he/him] is a [firefighter] living in central Chicago. I hear most people associate them with [tight shirts and worn hoodies, ray bans, flamingo pool floats and the smell of sunscreen, tall americano, superhero complex with a side of irresistible puppy eyes]. **Pau / 23 / she/her / EST / 4/10

Trigger Warnings: Parental Death; Substance Abuse; Overdose

Full name: Jude Benjamin. Rozen Nickname: JB Place of birth: Chicago, IL Date of Birth/Age: July 31, 1996 / 25 Sexuality: Bisexual, Homoromantic

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Born and raised in CHICAGO

His father is a DISTRICT ATTORNEY and his mother was a TEACHER

In school, JB was in TRACK AND FIELD teams, winning National Relay Championship his Junior year

Received a full scholarship to UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO

He got into a bad CAR ACCIDENT Senior year driving under the influence

His MOM passed away Senior year when they were driving back home and having an argument — he still feels like his father blames him for her death.

To cope with the guilt, JB became ADDICTED to prescription drugs like codeine, Vicodin and Oxycontin which were first prescribed to him to manage pain from the accident, and later Valium, Xanax, Diazepam and Klonopin to help him with anxiety and stress in the aftermath

Although he was granted an extension to his scholarship due to the circumstances, JB DROPPED OUT after his first semester

He was 20 when he OVERDOSED intentionally

His father sent him to a private REHABILITATION CENTER for 3 months

Road to RECOVERY hasn’t been easy or smooth but JB is now 3 years clean

He decided to join CHICAGO FIRE DEPARTMENT as a way of paying it forward — the Fire Department was the first to respond both to the accident with his mom and his overdose

Has an 8-year-old PIT BULL named LUCY (seen [X] [X] [X]) after The Beatle’s song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Has a series of TATTOOS (seen [X] [X]) and EARRINGS (seen [X] [X]) though he seldom wears them during the week for work

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

JB was very popular and overconfident in High School. He was very outgoing, funny and spontaneous.

After his mother’s accident, JB isolated himself. He grew distant, quiet, anxious, nervous, and paranoid. He strongly believed he would hurt anyone close to him. Even if he wasn’t violent, he was very defensive.

Sober JB is a hybrid of his past. He’s slowly regaining back his confidence. Although still dealing with anxiety and guilt, he is working on rebuilding relationships. He is genuinely good-hearted and often doesn’t put his own safety first at work which has earn him a reckless reputation. He keeps a tiny black notebook in which he is keeping track of the people he saved.

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Extended Family/Cousins Message for Plotting Childhood/High School Friends They could’ve remained friends all this time or are just reuniting now again — think of Ride or Dies, teammates, neighbors, family friends, classmates Exes/Flings JB was in a long-distance relationship most through High School and hasn’t really been in a serious relationship since — think of unrequited, one night stands, fwb Other First Responders Paramedics, Law enforcement, etc. Roommate Looking for a potential roommate! JB could definitely afford his own place but I feel like he would prefer having some company — they’re young and wild and free! Ok. Not so wild anymore but still! Must at least like pups tho. Sounding Board, Mentor or Sponsor Someone who’s helped him get through his addiction as a role model, big brother/sister figure

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booksinsteadofdrugs · 3 years

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my thoughts on captain america: civil war (2016)

wow i haven't watched this movie in a while everyone looks so different

okay yeah, start the movie with bucky being tortured why not, it's not like i feel bad enough for him already

seb... babe i love you but who made you say отвечач instead of отвечать (okay okay, i'm just joking i know it's a small pronouncation mistake)

steve&nat teaching wanda how to watch her back during a mission is so cute (also wow, my queen has come a long way since this movie)

"he's cute go on pet him" SAM STOP PQJDOWBDIW

i feel like rumlow could've been used more in these movies why did they just kill him off like that

"who's the homeless person on the couch" i love howard

"if that's true you'll be a great man someday" and he did become a great man howard, he did, indeed

tony feels guilty about sokovia, wanda feels guilty about lagos and bucky feels guilty about his past. give them a break marvel

zemo switching into his own accent as soon as he got the hydra agent tied up lmao

"compromise where you can, and where you can't, don't. even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. even when the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree and say no. you move." sharon believed that with her whole heart and look what they did to her now I'M MAD

"staying together is more important than how we stay together" and she gave her life for them at the end no matter how much she didn't want to go

THE KING HAS ARRIVED (we miss you chadwick)

''we have orders to shoot on sight" meanwhile bucky: oooh lemme get some plums

ok so caramel chocolate bars are bucky's favourite, that's good to know

awww bucky couldn't even control his strength in this movie (throwing people off the stairs, hitting them with bricks, punching the shit out of them) and now he is barely even using his metal arm bc he's scared of killing people AWW MY BABY

i swear to god if sam wasn't there to save these two's asses all the time *eye roll*

oOOHHH THE CHASING SCENE WAS SO GOOD

when bucky grabbed that motorcycle we all felt something right?

i remembered how much it broke my heart when rhodey said "congratulations sam, you're a criminal"

vision cooking for wanda is still the cutest thing in this movie

"so you like cats" SAM

the fact that they were so scared of bucky that they had to put him in an extremely protected capsule thing... THE POWER HE HOLDS

"pregnant?" "uh, definitely not" and a few years later we see morgan wearing her mother's helmet WHY AM I MAKING MYSELF CRY

i love how steve was actually about to sign the accords until tony mentioned wanda

i forgot how much i wanted to punch zemo in this movie, he was literally so desperate to find bucky that he had to turn 7 billion people against him

"let's talk about your home, not romania, certainly not brooklyn no" well, we have some news for you zemo

the look on bucky's face when he sees the notebook and how he immediately starts screaming after hearing "рассвет" hurts my soul

BUCKYNAT BUCKYNAT BUCKYNAT

sebastian looked so ripped in this movie holy moly

wtf he really is like a death machine he could've easily killed steve in that helicopter scene

OH I FORGOT THIS WAS TOM'S FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE MCU WTF

"it's so hard for me to believe she is someone's aunt", "we come in all shapes and sizes you know" AUNT MAY I ADORE YOU

"i retire for like what 5 minutes and it all goes to shit" well he's not wrong

"move or you will be moved" ayo always steals the show with one line (tfaws spoilers guess?)

the scene that started it all guys "can you move your seat up" "no"

"thinks for thanking of me" SCOTT LANG IS A TREASURE ALRIGHT

"suit up" YEAH AND DON'T THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES SHARON WILL PAY FOR BRINGING YOUR TOYS

when the craziest thing happened in the mcu was spidey joining the avengers ah good old times

the airport fight was sooo good omg

i love t'challa is just like ''just lemme kill barnes i don't care about your white nonsense"

"i didn't kill your father" "then why did you run?" UHMMM I DON'T KNOW SIR MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING TO CHOKE HIM BEFORE HE HAS A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF??

scott's "hohoho" will never not be funny for me

this movie got me so hyped up for a possible buckynat storyline dude i'm still mad, they had such potential

peter getting scared of tony approaching him shows how hard their job actually is i feel so bad for them

vision accidentally shooting rhodey OH MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS

and wtf did sam do tony for fucks sake

zemo calling the hotel from moscow so they can find the body in the bathtub lsndjsbdjs he's such a diva

avengers getting treated like criminals is still pissing me the fuck off

"you better go get a bad cop cause you're gonna have to go mark furhman on my ass to get information out of me" OKAY MY FAV SAM WILSON LINE

zemo killing all the winter soldiers instead of waking them up is a great way to show his ideology actually

"there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes" well that sounds poetic

i don't know which is worse: seeing tony watching his mom killed, or the amount of guilt bucky must've felt in that moment, or the way tony managed to keep his cool until he realized steve acted like he didn't know the entire time AGH IT HURTS

"i remember all of them" and that look on his face SEBASTIAN STOP

the fight between steve&tony&bucky was actually one of the best scenes in the mcu in my opinion, especially when bucky's arm gets destroyed (seriously tho, watching the way he pushes tony into the wall, trying to rip off the arc reactor with his metal arm and the fury in his eyes agh i love this scene)

aww zemo deleting the voice message of his wife before attempting to kill himself broke my heart

i remember crying in the cinema watching steve and tony beat the shit out of each other... my friend who's never seen any of the mcu movies before was looking at me like i was an alien

bucky still trying to protect steve by gripping tony's foot i- HE LOVES STEVE SO MUCH

oh when tony lifted his hand to protect his face with that terried look, he thought steve was gonna finish him

i!!! wanna!!! die!!!

"are you tony stank?" stan lee we miss you, you beautiful man♡

"i've been on my own since i was 18" having multiple illnesses, and probably mental ones as well, steve only had bucky on his side. he was the only one who always got his back, making sure he was okay, always protecting him. so he knew he had to do the same. bucky was the best friend he ever had.

soo, this gave me enough trauma for today. i think i'm gonna go cry until the next episode of tfaws.

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ashiiixoxo · 4 years

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| Match made in Heaven | Lucifer x Demigod! reader

a/n- I hope y'all like this one even tho its 11.24 pm here and my 4 braincells keep thinking about the festivals event WITH SATAN AND LUCIFER IN A FUCKING YUKATA. enjoy~

summary- for the sake of your own safety you were send to Devildom, where Lord Diavolo would take you under his wing, being well aware of the abilities you possessed. you, being okay with going to Devildom, never expected to meet former angels. neither did you expect to fall in love down there.

masterlist

part 3 - nosey brothers

you were showed around the House of Lamentation and tried to memorize everyones rooms and where to go and where not to go. everyone goes to their respective rooms, leaving you alone with Lucifer, whose room is next to yours. the awkward silence was broken when Lucifer opened your room door and said “go rest, dinner will be served shortly.” he turned around and left to his own room.

walking into your room, you admired how much it looked like your old one, except, the pictures with your friends and mom weren't there. you looked in the mirror of your closet. you looked like a mess, felt like one too but your hair and clothes looked slightly disheveled. opening the closet, hoping to find some comfortable clothes to put on, you found multiple uniforms.

your phone buzzed, signing that you got a text message. Diavolo: This is my account. Diavolo: Feel free to send me a message any time. Diavolo: I forgot to mention that you will be attending to RAD with the brothers.

you opened the messages and checked his profile before responding.

Y/n: Thanks for letting me know! Y/n: I saw the uniforms in my closet already.

you locked your D.D.D and felt too tired to change clothes. in the human world it would be early in the morning already while here, it’s not even dinner time. the time in Devildom goes way slower than in the human world and its effects started to show.

you yawned and laid down on your bed. ‘it feels much softer than my own’ you sighed. you couldn't bring yourself to lay on the bed with the clothes you had worn the whole day. you remembered that Asmodeus had told you that each room has its own bathroom. sighing in relief you decided to check the two doors in your room.

the first one you opened was a storage room, filled with, what looked like some of your belongings and herbs. deciding that you had no business in that room to check anything you closed the door and headed to the other door. ‘this should be the bathroom then?’ the door creaked.

looking inside, there was a large marble floored bathroom, slightly beige and (fave colour). you smiled at the sight of the bathtub and the shower cabin. you checked the cabinets for any type of skincare products and towels.

you sighed when you found nothing to clear your face with, but you did find the towels. taking some clothes from your closet and some underwear, you headed into the shower.

while you were showering some of the brothers decided that they wanted to chat with you a bit, only to find your room empty. they heard the water running and realized you were showering.

They let themselves inside your room and admired the way your room looked. Satan found himself in front of your bookshelf. Looking at the numerous books going from fiction to non-fiction, spiritual books, books about witchcraft, as well as science and anatomy books. He noticed books that he had himself, bought in the human world. On the other hand, Asmodeus found himself standing in front of your mirror and looking through your clothes. Admiring pieces he thought were cute or pretty.

Asmodeus beamed whenever he came across a revealing top or a dress. Going, “this is so cute!” or “pretyyy” while looking at all the clothes in your closet. Meanwhile Belphegor made himself comfortable of your soft bed. As soon as his head rested on your pillow he was fast asleep.

While Mammon was looking around your room, being awfully quiet. He looked at your belongings, thinking to himself how much Grimm he can make of your furniture, accessoires and instruments (if you play any).

Satan took one of your books that seemed interesting, it was one of your notebooks where your mother wrote about your blood. You never really looked at it but it caught Satan’s eye. When he decided to open the book, he saw a sigil carving on it, a sigil used by witches to keep away demons.

He took note of the sigil and placed the notebook back. ‘Whatever was written in there shouldn’t be read by demons. And whoever wrote it, wields some real strong magic.’ Satan thought to himself.

You opened the bathroom door and saw the four demons looking through your stuff. Being too amused by their reactions, you quietly stood at the doorframe, observing them.

“I could sell these things for a whole lot of Grimm.” Mammon grinned, holding some of your traditional fans. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the fans. ‘why would you sell something as old as that?’

You saw Belphegor asleep and Asmodeus looking through your clothes. You held back a smile. Looking at Satan, who was quietly nodding while reading “the Resurrectionist”. He must like anatomy of mythical creatures. He seemed way too into it.

“sweatpants, really?” Asmodeus looked at the few sweatpants in your closet. “tsk tsk, why wear sweatpants when you have cute clothes like these.” You put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket and wrapped the towel around your hair.

“they’re really comfortable and easy to wear.” You grinned. You felt at ease. Even though they were demons, you didn’t feel threatened. It made you feel save even though they were looking through your stuff.

The demons snapped their heads into the directions your voice came from. They backed away from what they were touching, Mammon tripping over his own leg. You shook your head and dried your hair. “sorry, we didn’t mean to go through your belongings like that.” Satan was the first to apologize.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “what brings all of you to my room?” you asked while drying your hair. Asmodeus grabbed your hand and the towel and started to dry your hair. “don’t rub your hair, it will break. If you pat it, it will stay healthy and it will untangle easier.” He adviced. You nodded your head and thanked him. You felt your whole body relax as Asmodeus raked his fingers through your hair, eyes half shutting at the feeling.

“we came to talk to you.” Mammon answered your previous question. “about?” you inhaled when you felt Asmodeus fingers trailing down the back of your neck to your spine. You immediately moved away from him. ‘What the hell was he doing?!’ you thought.

You shook your head ‘demons’. Asmodeus got startled because of your sudden action and immediately moved his hands up. “was that too much?” he asked. Your eyes were wide and you felt the stinging pain on your back again. ‘Did he do that on purpose?’ you shook your head and muttered a sorry.

There should be no way he would know unless Diavolo had told him. “again, what did you guys want to talk about?” you asked, you were tense. Mammon shrugged at your action and answered “just talking.”

You nodded you head. They made themselves comfortable on the floor, bed and chair in your room. You joined on the floor with Satan. “so what is there you guys want to know?” you asked.

Mammon was the first one to speak up. “why are you not scared of us?” he was annoyed by the fact that you did not fear him the way he wanted to be feared. You shrugged. “this place is supposed to keep me safe, you guys are supposed to keep me safe. I guess I don’t feel that scared here.” Mammon wasn’t satisfied with your answered and shook his head.

“I’m THE great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, how can you, a mere, fragile human being, not be scared of me.” You shook your head. “so apparently the human world isn’t safe for you anymore, that’s why you’re here right?” you nodded your head, confirming.

“everyone will think you’re another exchange student.” Asmodeus sighed. “maybe that’s for the better, if the other demons think she’s an exchange student, they won’t bother her.”

“why is everyone talking so much.” The sleepy demon sat up and rubbed his eyes after being woken up from his slumber. His eyes landed on you, and he remembered why he fell asleep on your bed in the first place. “did you sleep well?” you asked. “hm? Yeah I did.” Belphegor yawned. “your bed is very soft.” He smiled slightly.

While we were talking, a glaring Leviathan stopped in front of the door. “Lucifer is calling for all of you, dinner is ready.” He muttered and walked away. “we need to go before Bee eats everything!” Mammon sprinted out of the room.

Asmodeus, Satan, Belphegor and you walked towards the dining area and took a seat. Satan sat next to you, he sighed softly. He never got to ask you what he wanted to ask you. He now, had to wait until he could talk to you alone.

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 4 years

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two years too late, chapter t h r e e

You were sitting at your desk on Monday morning when the message came through. Alyssa’s name lit up your screen, the house emoji sat beside the small letters as your hand jerked forward to grab it out of habit.

Alyssa (10:21am): THERE’S A PHOTO OF US AND HARRY

Alyssa (10:21am): Can’t see our faces tho don’t worry

Alyssa (10:22am): Just the back of your head and my ear, really

Shit, shit, shit.

She’d attached the picture and sent it: your arm, your hand, your hair. Alyssa’s ear and jaw, Erica’s leather jacket and unmistakably, Harry’s shoulders and back. You looked it over again, studying the image as you pinched it to zoom in.

You couldn’t tell that was you. No way. Unless your mother or sister was looking, Jessie and Bryn might not even be able to tell. It was dark and the quality of the picture was poor but you could definitely see that you had a drink in your hand. You could also see that you were stood remarkably close to Harry.

Fuck.

You took a deep breath, hoping to steady your pulse and ignore the way your vision was blurry in the corners.

“Question!”

“Jesus!” You exclaimed, looking up quickly to see a startled Whitney with her hand on her chest--just as alarmed by your reaction as you’d been by her presence. “Sorry, hi.” You dropped your phone quickly, letting it crash down to your desk.

“Sorry, oh my god,” she let out a big breath, rebounding from the adrenaline as a laugh escaped her lips. “I was just hoping we could meet later. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“No, m’sorry--you just--proper scared me,” you said, leaning back in your chair and blinking a few times--your heart still catching up with your brain.

“Your performance review is overdue,” she said. “We were supposed to do it at the six month mark, but you know how things are,” she waved a hand to dismiss the timeline.

“Sure, yeah. After lunch?”

“Two-thirty? We can meet in my office.”

“I’ll come to you,” you nodded, offering confirmation before she turned to walk away.

You picked up your phone again quickly, new messages from Alyssa coming in faster than you could read them.

Alyssa (10:24am): OKAY just kidding there’s one of your face. Blurry though!!!!

Alyssa (10:24am): From down below. Someone must have taken it looking up to the balcony where we were?

Alyssa (10:25am): You would never know that was you

She was trying to reassure you, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest as all of the thoughts flooded through your brain like a tsunami, waves quick and forceful.

Okay, so it wasn’t like knowing Harry was the end of the world. You’d been doing that for nearly 13 years and you’d managed fine enough. The problem, as you saw it, was more along the lines that your employer and coworkers had no clue that someone your website wrote about frequently was recently spending his nights on your couch with a glass of wine in hand.

Something about that sounded weird, and you were sure that Whitney wouldn’t go for it.

You pulled up the new photo, holding the screen uncomfortably close to your face to study the grainy pixels. Of course--the one moment that he slung his arm around your shoulders was the one this person had chosen to capture.

Y/N L/N (10:26am): Where are these? Can we get the person to take them down?

Alyssa (10:26am): They came up on my instagram explore tab. Random fan accounts.

Y/N L/N (10:27am): Fuck.

Alyssa (10:27am): I don’t think you should worry. They’re so blurry you can’t even tell if you’re a man or woman.

Y/N L/N (10:28am): Great even better!

You dropped your phone into your desk drawer after telling Alyssa to keep an eye on the photos. She was right: they were blurry. You were hoping with everything in your soul that Carly was too busy to even check the internet today (unlikely, seeing as your job relied on that), or if she did, that she’d be too excited about the new gossip to even pause and consider the fact that the hair in the photo looked an awful lot like yours.

So you waited. You contemplated sneaking out to meet Alyssa for lunch, taking a look for yourself at the accounts that had uploaded the photos. You decided against it, though, when you realized that your absence might make you look even more suspicious. Flying under the radar as much as possible seemed like a good option.

You kept your head in your work: a list about the funniest memes about Christmas, a quick round up of the weekend’s best celebrity tweets. You heated up your lunch and ate at your desk, hoping to avoid Carly at all costs.

You were successful up until you slipped into the kitchen on your floor to fill up your water bottle, hoping to blend in to the late-lunch crowd. Carly stood with her back to you, but soon turned around, her festive red sweater made her hard to miss. Upon meeting eyes with her, you looked down to your watch, pretending as if you’d suddenly remembered a meeting you were late for.

You weren’t one to shy away from confrontation, but this one didn’t feel totally work appropriate.

“Haven’t seen you all day,” she said, pulling her lunch from the microwave before offering a smile. “Busy or what?”

“Swamped,” you lied, pushing your water bottle up to the cooler in defeat, the bracelets on your wrist clinking together. “Ate at my desk, been pretty productive, so s’all good.”

“Feels busy around here in general. Christmas and shit,” she shrugged. “There was breaking news this morning that Harry went out on a date this weekend. I don’t know if you saw it--pictures and everything,” she wiggled her eyebrows as if you’d bite at the bait.

You licked at your dry lips, a heat rising to your cheeks. “Really?”

She nodded, grabbing a napkin from the counter. “Can’t even tell who it is, probably some random model or something. I doubt it’s hard to find someone to sleep with when you’re Harry Styles, though, so--” she turned to head back towards her desk, calling over her shoulder. “Come find me later, we’ll grab a coffee and do edits together!”

You promised you would, thankful for the fact that she was an hour behind her target for the day and still hadn’t eaten. It gave you time to gain composure as you wove through cubes and conversations to make your way to Whitney’s corner office with sweeping city views.

A sunny and cold day on the other side of the glass windows reminded you that winter was here--the small amount of snow left reflected sunlight like a broken mirror on the ground. Whitney had a folder on her desk and waved you in when you knocked, cell phone up to her ear.

She ended the call and thanked you for making the time, telling you to shut the door behind you, affording privacy to your conversation about your numbers and pay and overall transition into The Scoop.

You told Whitney that you thought it was going well--you felt up to speed with the platform the website used, felt like you were staying on top of your category (even if it wasn’t your favorite). She complimented you on your ability to use humor in your stories and on social media platforms to enhance the mission of the website, she even said you’d been the second top writer for this quarter.

“Rarely happens with someone so new,” she smiled, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her legs. “But be real with me--are you liking it? What do you wish was different? Any big fears?”

You bit at your lip, contemplating whether or not to disclose your desire to cover more news. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful or entitled, but you also trusted Whitney to handle any feedback you threw her way. “I mean, I guess I’d be interested in doing some more long form stories. Editorials or something.”

She nodded, waiting to see if you had more to say. When you let your lips press back together in a thin line, she offered a small smile. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” she told you, her tone made it sound like she was letting you down easy. “Gabrielle does most of the editorial pieces and Carly handles a lot of the pop culture news stuff that comes up for the entertainment department.”

You nodded--you knew the hierarchy. Gabrielle had been here longer than both you and Carly combined. She was only a step or two below Whitney and she seemed to sniff out good stories like it was second nature. She almost never wrote a flop.

“Yeah, no, sorry, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” you said, already regretting the words that you’d let slip.

“You’re not ungrateful,” Whitney said. “You’re looking for more growth. I like that. I’ll certainly keep it in mind, Y/N.”

“I do have a random question,” you said suddenly, the four walls of Whitney’s office feeling like a safe enough place to play out a scenario of what ifs.

“Yeah?”

Whitney--as hip as she was--likely wasn’t paying attention to every waking detail of Harry’s life. You doubted she saw the photos and you figured you could be vague enough in your question.

“Has anyone here ever had a conflict of interest issue?”

“Conflict of interest?” Whitney spoke the phrase like she didn’t know what it meant. You knew she did, so you gave an example.

“Yeah, like, has anyone ever used their own tweets in a story or promoted a friend’s band or--I dunno, been friends with a celebrity that we cover?”

She let out a laugh, as if all of the examples were far fetched and unlikely. “I mean,” she shrugged. “Candace from beauty one time got in trouble downstairs for doing a whole write up on a makeup brand her sister was COO of,” she clenched her jaw and grimaced. “But no one up here--you’re all smarter than that.”

Right. Okay. So there was that.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Oh, just curious,” you waved a hand in the air, letting a forced laugh out as you looked out the window. “Sounds like a shit show.”

“Yeah--I mean, she got in trouble, but they figured it out. Anything else? I’ve got all of your stuff to proof before I head out early for yoga.”

“Nope, all good on this end.” You stood and gathered your water bottle and notebook.

Whitney reopened her laptop and checked her phone. “Thanks for meeting with me, Y/N. We love you here and you’ve been a rockstar.”

You offered her a smile, appreciative of the praise and encouragement. Once she let her eyes fall back to her computer, you hurried over to your desk, reaching for your phone and praying that the photo hadn’t traveled any father.

You composed a quick message to Harry.

Y/N (3:17pm): Coming to yours when I’m out of work. We need to talk.

The one problem about going to Harry’s after work was that he wasn’t home. So instead of storming into his apartment like you’d imagined, you had to wait patiently in a strange hallway in a big office building in Midtown.

You checked your watch obsessively. You’d only been there for seven minutes so far, but it still felt like too long. You were rehearsing the words in your head, tiny fragments of an argument playing out before you even had the chance to tell him about the photos or the anxiety that came with them.

You had no clue where you were. He’d sent another pin of his location and told you to text him when you arrived. A man at the front desk swiped a card for you to enter and instructed you to head to the 49th floor. So here, in another indistinguishable hallway (this time without a neon green wall), you waited.

“Hi, hey,” his voice sounded from a doorway behind you, your body instinctively moving in the direction of his voice before you even locked eyes. “Everything okay, what’s wrong?”

His arms tried to envelope you, but before they could, you put a hand up to his chest. “We have to talk.”

“Okay,” he drew the syllables out, his head dipping to the side as he looked past your shoulder. “Come with me,” he took your hand and pulled you back towards where he came. Through a doorway, past a few people. A fitting, you realized. He was at some sort of wardrobe fitting.

People stirred at tables beside you, yellow measuring tapes draped around their necks and white chalk stained their fingertips. He offered a smile to one woman in particular, one who seemed to be more interested in your presence than the others. He pulled you towards the other side of the room, your palm sweaty from the touch of his skin and the swirling desire in your head--the kind you tried (but failed) to ignore.

Eventually you were in a back stairwell--one that was similar to the hiding spot you’d found last week at work. The door shut behind you, and Harry leaned his head out to ensure that no one was around to eavesdrop, he turned to offer you his full attention. “Alright, go.”

“Did you see the pictures of us?”

“Pictures?”

“Pictures.”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone in your pocket, pulling up Alyssa’s message and opening the two attachments she’d sent. “These.” You flipped it around to let his eyes scan over them.

He hummed and took the phone in his hand, the other reaching to rub the back of his neck. “I take it you’re not happy about it.”

His eyes raised to meet yours, your voice faltering as you spoke. “I--no, I just--I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to work where I work and be photographed with you.”

“Because of your friend?”

Carly--he meant Carly.

“No, not because of Carly. Because of me. It’s a conflict of interest, Harry. I can’t be your friend and potentially have to write a list about the ten funniest things you’ve ever said in interviews!”

He cracked a smile at this, but it faded altogether when you squinted up at him.

“Alright,” he cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s blurry,” he brought your phone back to his face and inspected it more. “You can barely tell that’s you. If I didn’t know what you look like, I wouldn’t even guess.”

You swallowed, wondering if he ever studied your features like you did his. The dip in his top lip, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides when he laughed.

“What’s the big deal, anyway? We’ve been friends forever, a lot of people do know that, you know.”

You couldn’t help but pull a face at his words. Friends forever? You corrected him. “Friends who haven’t had regular contact for the last, like, six years. Haven’t spoken at all in the last two.”

He let a breath out, one that told you he was bothered or angry or something. “Because I thought that’s what you wanted!”

You took a step back from him, suddenly overwhelmed as a thousand questions burrowed their way into your mind. “Whatever--I don’t even want to,” you cut yourself off. You weren’t ready to dig up the details of December 29th or launch into a conversation regarding the untethering of your friend group. “I just--I can’t fuck this job up, it’s a really good job.”

“You’re not going to fuck it up, Smalls!” His words were harsh now despite the use of your nickname, his eyes wider than before as he tried to reassure you. “It’s just a photo. No one will know that’s you. We’ll just be careful.”

It didn’t feel that easy.

“I mean, it might get you more reads, y’know.” A laugh tumbled out of his mouth with ease, a complete lack of awareness of the weight his words held. You pulled your eyes up to look at him, a heat in your chest present that he hadn’t ever ignited before. At least, not in the angry sense.

“Are you implying that being friends with you will further my career and that I should be thankful for that?”

“No, I didn’t--I just mean that people love to read your stuff anyway. S’hilarious. If people knew that we were friends, that would make people really interested in you--more than they already are,” he tried to soften his words, flatten out the intention as if he hadn’t meant what he said.

You shook your head, your gaze on the cement floor as you wondered why you even answered his text four days prior. Now, as the sun tried to peek through the dirty sliver of a window in the stairwell, answering felt like it was a bad choice.

“I--okay, Harry--I’ll see you around,” you turned on one foot, hand on the doorknob before he could get in front of you.

Monday, December 11th

Harry S (11:34pm): I’m sorry about today. I wasn’t trying to be a dick.

Harry S (11:46pm): Sleep well

Tuesday, December 12th

Harry S (10:19am): What are you up to after work?

Friday, December 15th

Harry S (1:15pm): Alright. You’re mad. I get it. I was a dick.

Harry S (1:15pm): Can we please talk?

You always wished you were strong willed. You could be, in a lot of ways. Like the time you and Jessie took a painting class and you were complete shit. You spent hours researching the right brushes for the right types of paint and eventually, you figured it out. The summer heat back home turned sticky as you’d paint in your bedroom at night, a fan blowing sweet relief until you’d climb into cool sheets.

Or even the time you’d decided to stand up to Holly McAdams in Year 3 when she told everyone that you had cooties. The playground went silent when you called her a liar and told her to put her energy towards good instead of evil.

But when it came to Harry--you’d never been so lucky. He always had a charm about him that seemed to seep into your brain and turn it all to mush, tiny roots that wrapped around your neurons and seemed to rewire you entirely. Which is why, on Friday afternoon, you finally broke and called him on your commute home.

“Hi,” you said into the phone, holding onto the handrail in your subway car as it rounded a corner. The reception was shitty underground, but you committed yourself to the phone call and would recognize a dropped signal as a sign from the universe that it wasn’t meant to be.

“Hi,” he said.

You waited, unsure if he’d launch into an apology or let you take the first step. Silence.

“Sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I was busy at work and I fucked up a list and Whitney has been out sick--” you realized you were doing it. You were apologizing when you hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d been the one to fuck up and now you were apologizing? You back tracked. “And yeah, I mean, you were a dick, so.”

He laughed, the sound immediately easing some of the tension between you. “I get that. I’m sorry--I should have known that you’re not,” he paused. A woman beside you sneezed into her elbow, you inched away from her to avoid contamination, sandwiched between strangers. “You’re not impressed by the fame,” he spoke dramatically, your lips involuntarily twitching towards the sky--or, in your current situation, the ground above.

“I’m sure not. Never have been, never will be.”

“Are you out of work now?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing tonight?”

You let out a sigh, you’d been dreaming about it all day. “Nothing--I’m going to sit on my couch and eat a bowl of cereal and pray that I don’t catch whatever is going around the office. I already kind of have a sore throat and I’m not trying to be sick for Christmas.”

“Well,” he laughed. “I wish you the best with that, then.”

A tangle of disappointment in your gut when he didn’t ask you to hang out.

“Thanks. I’ll--uh--talk to you later?”

“Yeah, Smalls, talk to you later.”

You hung up, sliding your phone back into your pocket and shrinking into your coat for the remainder of the ride. When you climbed the twenty three steps to ground level at your stop, the sun had already sunk below the skyline, traces of light sneaking between the buildings on your block.

Alyssa had worked from home for the day, turning the living room into an office as she sat sprawled out on the couch. She’d also been coming down with something--her nose red and dry from all of her tissue use.

“Hi,” she greeted, pulling out her headphones and looking up at you when you came through the door, the room once again lit with the glow of Christmas lights. “How was work?”

“Fine, long, T-G-I-F,” you laughed. “How do you feel?”

“Somewhat better. Still crappy, though. How’s your throat?”

You dropped your purse to the floor and hung up your coat. “Worse than this morning. I talked to Harry though.”

She pulled her earbuds out and grinned up at you. “Was he so apologetic? I feel like he’d feel so guilty knowing he upset you--”

You shot her one of those looks: the kind that told her she was getting too wrapped up in his charm and fame and good looks.

She cleared her throat. “But he was a dick so he should feel guilty.”

You kicked your shoes off, the leather of your boots falling against the wood floor before you settled into the couch. “He was apologetic--but it was quick. Who knows when I’ll see him next, maybe when we’re home.”

Alyssa bit her tongue--you could see that she had something to say but you didn’t press it, unsure if you had the emotional energy for a conversation about why being friends with Harry again wasn’t the smartest idea.

She looked back to her screen, finishing up a few emails as you sunk into the couch, your eyes glued to your phone as you read through comments on the picture of you and Harry.

I bet she’s just a friend--they look totally platonic.

HE’S TOTALLY DATING SOMEONE!

Skjdhfkjdshfkjdhk!!!!

The picture is way too fucking grainy how are we supposed to sleuth this one out?!

Alyssa sighed and closed her laptop. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Ugh,” you let out a groan, exiting out of instagram quickly to avoid showing her the things people were saying. If you had to guess, you’d say that Alyssa had a similar nightly ritual over the past few days. Wash her face, brush her teeth, climb into bed and read what strangers were saying about you online.

The only good thing, really, was that people didn’t know it was you.

“I’m not in the mood to cook,” you said.

As soon as the words left your mouth, your phone buzzed on the coffee table, the same obnoxious picture of Harry in an apron lighting up the screen as you both brought yours eyes down to the buzzing technology, then back up to each other.

“Answer it,” she said excitedly, her lips curling towards the ceiling.

You shot her a look as you reached for it. “Not on the first ring--can’t seem too eager.”

“As if you’re not eager,” she teased, returned the eye roll pleasantry, pulling a laugh from you as you answered the call.

“Hi,” you said quickly, pressing the speaker phone button and holding it in the air between the two of you on the couch.

“Hey--I’m following protocol and giving you a warning that I’ll be over in like--eh--four minutes.”

“What?” You asked. “Why?”

Alyssa looked around the room nervously, taking an inventory of the items that were hers. She sprung into action quickly, trying to declutter her home-office--notebooks, sharpies, her glasses and tissues were spread out around the living room space.

“I’ve got food. Figured you wouldn’t want to cook if you weren’t feeling well.”

Alyssa stopped dead in her tracks, turning to you with her hands over her heart and lips in a lovestruck frown, completely enchanted by his words. You lifted your middle finger in her direction before turning towards the back of the sofa. Alyssa headed into her bedroom.

“You don’t have to do that, I mean--thank you, obviously, but, I totally get it if you’re busy.”

“M’not,” he said simply. “Stuff is dying down now anyway since we’re leaving soon.” You noticed his pronoun choice, casually dropped into the sentence as he kept talking. “I’ll wait until the coast is clear, alright? Just buzz me in when I text you.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Alright.”

Alyssa popped back into the room when she heard you hang up, her brows raised suggestively.

“What?” You asked, your tone slightly defensive as she pulled her head through the neck of her sweatshirt.

“Just, interesting, is all. Awfully sweet of him.”

You stood from the couch, watching as she bent over once more to gather more of her belongings from the area rug below. “Oh come off it,” you said.

She pulled a face, confused by your slang as she reached for a pen that had wandered beneath the coffee table.

“S’not a big deal,” you edited your words so she’d understand. “We’re friends.”

She hummed in disagreement, you trailed behind her towards her bedroom, socked feet gliding along the hard wood. Alyssa’s room was dark, the beige walls covered in posters of bands and movies. Her bed was unmade and the floor was littered in clothing of days past.

You leaned against the doorframe. “How could you think we’re anything more than that after hearing the full story of what happened that night?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, giving you a dismissive look. “S’been a while, things change. You don’t just bring food to your sick friend.”

“Sure you do,” you narrowed your eyes at her. “That’s exactly what friends do, Lyss.”

She picked up a shirt from the floor and folded it into quarters. “Just seems like there’s always been chemistry. One shitty night--as embarrassing as it was--doesn’t mean there’s not chemistry.”

You thought on her words, careful to not let them settle too deep in your heart. They floated in the air in front of you, vanishing altogether when an electric buzz leaked through the intercom by the door.

You ran over--quick to make sure he could sneak in undetected--and held a thumb to the button to grant him entrance.

Seventy-three seconds until there was a knock on the door, a pizza in his hand, and a bottle of wine pulled from the shelf in the kitchen. Alyssa--who was never one to turn down some Pinot Noir--had chosen the nicest bottle you had. A gift from her mother when she got a promotion.

Eventually, the three of you were sat around the coffee table, throw pillows serving as seats as you reached for second slices. Music drifted from the small speaker on the bookshelf, the scene similar to that of last weekend, except this time Alyssa was here. It was funny how things with Harry could feel exactly the same as they’d once been, yet entirely different in the same breath.

“Did she ever tell you about the time that we stayed up all night at Jessie’s house when we were fourteen because of some stupid internet challenge?”

Alyssa pulled a smile, her eyes darting over to me quickly. “Of course she didn’t.”

“S’cause it was stupid. You’re the one who barely made it. Everyone else was fine but when five AM came you were seriously dragging.”

He contorted his face into one of mock-offense. “Excuse me for having good sleep hygiene and a healthy need for some shut-eye.”

“You guys were allowed to have co-ed sleepovers at fourteen?” Alyssa asked, holding a hand up in student fashion. She folded her pizza in half, a boat of cheese and grease and pepperoni.

You let out a laugh, knowing that Harry’d want to explain the mastermind plan that he and Adam had come up with nearly ten years ago.

“So we did this thing, where the girls would tell their mums that they were at someone’s house. So they’d say they were at Bryn’s, but Bryn would say she was at Y/N’s,” he smiled in your direction--the adrenaline of lying to your parents came back as a small wave, less exciting than in times past but still enough to keep a grin plastered to your face.

“And the guys would do the same. We always said we were at Adam’s though--and I dunno what Adam would say cause his parents never asked any questions. So then we’d go to Jessie’s because her parents were always away for work, and--yeah, madness would ensue.”

“S’where we first drank, pretty sure that’s where Adam finally called Sophie Kneeland and asked her out over the phone.”

“S’also where Smalls blacked out the first time when we were fifteen or sixteen,” he let out a laugh and turned to Alyssa.

Her eyes went wide as she folded her legs beneath her. Your stomach dropped though, seeing as now didn’t feel like a good time to recount all the times you’d done stupid things when you were drunk. You could probably spend hours on that topic alone.

“Okay--alright, anyway,” you said, clearing your throat quickly. A car horn beeped outside, momentarily shattering the safety of the cozy room.

“Hey, also,” Harry wiped at his mouth with a napkin and pointed a finger at your roommate. “Did you appreciate my warning--a whole five minutes!”

“Four,” you said, his eyes rolling in response to your correction.

“Better than zero,” Alyssa nodded, taking a sip of wine. “Maybe we can work you all the way up to asking before you show up,” she teased.

Harry frowned at this. A dimple appeared in his cheek and he looked over to you quickly. “I brought food--” his gaze drifted back to Alyssa. “And enough for you, if you forgot.”

“You should have seen her cleaning up all her shit in here,” you laughed. “Notebooks every where, like a bomb went off.”

“I was working,” she defended. “What did you do today, Harry?”

“Hmm,” he thought aloud. “Woke up at eight--went to the gym. Showered and finalized the set list for the next leg of tour. Had a meeting with my manager and PR team about what��s coming up after the holidays. Lunch, then I had to go back to a fitting for more wardrobe stuff. Talked with Erica about the flight home, side note,” he looked to you. “Then I got your call and decided to come here.”

You were both quiet for a second--Alyssa had been challenging him, her assumption that he’d had a quiet day that couldn’t have nearly been as busy as hers. He took a deep breath and took a swig of wine.

You knew that he was busy--you’d always assumed that being famous came with plenty of downfalls and responsibilities, but hearing them all listed out in succession without a breath in between made induced a wave of guilt to pass through your veins.

Of course it was hard for him to keep in touch, if even his slower days looked like that.

“But about the flight,” he pointed a finger at you and then set his wine glass down. “Two tickets on the red eye for the 20th. I’d say we could charter something but first class on the big planes is always really nice. They give you a free eye patch.”

“Eye patch?” Alyssa asked, her tone drifting up in confusion.

“The ones you sleep with.”

“Eye mask,” you nodded.

“Oh whatever, you knew what I meant,” Harry squinted his eyes and reached for the bottle for a refill.

“What do you mean a big plane, though? How big are we talking?”

“The double deckers--they have little cubbies in first class. Little doors and everything--super private, which is nice.”

“You fly on public planes?” Another question from Alyssa--your personal peanut gallery--as you watched Harry take the stopper out of the bottle before pouring more into his glass.

“Yeah--s’better for the environment.”

Alyssa’s eyes went wide and she got that same look when he’d said he was bringing food--her brain and heart melting inside her, almost spilling out onto the oriental rug.

“Alyssa,” you said her name quickly as you stood from your orange and yellow throw pillow seat. “Want to help me with something in the kitchen?”

“What? What do you need help with?”

“Uh,” you looked around the room, trying to think on your feet. “The leftovers--the pizza.”

Harry, sat on the floor between the two of you, looked up. “I can help.”

“No.” You said quickly. “You stay. Pick a new playlist,” you instructed, hoping that a responsibility would keep him occupied. You gave Alyssa a prompting look, causing her to reluctantly stand and follow you around the corner to the kitchen.

“Can you not with the faces?” You asked, turning around once you were shielded by the wall between the two rooms. “Any time he says something relatively endearing you look like you’re about to combust or orgasm or something.”

“If I was about to orgasm, you’d know it,” she smirked, her voice low and sultry as you rolled your eyes. You’d grabbed the pizza on your way, so you reached into a drawer for aluminum foil and then tossed the box into the garbage.

“You get my point.”

“I do--but come on, Y/N! He’s literally acting like your boyfriend! Buying you a plane ticket even though you already have one? Bringing you dinner because you mentioned in passing that you weren’t feeling well? And now he’s climate conscious, too?!”

You passed her the foil-wrapped pizza and she put it into the fridge. A shrug of your shoulders, as if to dilute the air around you.

“He’s alright,” you said, the words an act of self-defense, an antidote for the love potion Alyssa was verbally concocting.

She rolled her eyes when she turned around to face you. “Relax, will you? It’s alright to be into him.”

“No it’s not, Alyssa,” you said, your voice more firm now. “You don’t know him, okay? You don’t know what happened back then and the way our friendship was and--just, leave it alone, alright?”

She paused, her eyes scanning your face, both of you staring at each other in silence. The kitchen clock ticked on the wall, seconds scattered through the room.

Harry’s voice floated above the music from the other room, “some classic Christmas tunes, yeah?”

So you left it at that. There was no need to defend yourself more than you already had, the reasons stacking high as to why shouldn’t go down this road. Harry was on two feet in the living room, swaying back and forth to the music as Alyssa followed you back to the couch.

You poured yourself another glass of wine, watching as he playfully took Alyssa’s hand, spinning her into his side as they waltzed in circles around the coffee table.

You pulled your carryon closer to your body, wishing you could absorb it into your being as you forced your way past people already in line. Sorry, excuse me, sorry, thanks, gotta get by.

The airport was busier than you expected. Your mum had told you on the phone that the afternoon would be the worst time of day, a wave of relief washing over you when you confirmed that Harry had booked the red eye. That relief vanished altogether when you stepped foot into the bustling airport, children running, intercoms beeping.

Your passport was in your hand, the ticket slipped between pages filled with colorful stamps. An elbow into your stomach, you hiked the bag up your shoulder more.

“I’m so sorry, hi, name is Y/N L/N, I was supposed to board already, uh--my friend is already seated I think.”

The woman at the desk looked at you with an unimpressed stare, her fingers clicking on the keyboard as she held a hand out. You assumed she wanted your ticket, so you thumbed it out of the booklet and slapped it down.

Her eyes scanned the paper before the computer did, when it beeped, the expression on her face changed. “Oh, Miss L/N,” she smiled up at you. “No worries, we can take you to your seat right now.”

“Oh, I can, I’ll just take myself,” you said awkwardly, looking around to see who else she was referring to. Other gate workers were nearby, clad in the traditional British Airways uniforms as the airport continued to buzz with Christmas cheer. Apparently flying first class had its perks.

And you would have already been seated if you’d just agreed to travel to the airport with Harry, but you had plenty of things to tie up at work before heading out for a whopping 12 days. It wasn’t typical to take so much time off in a role like yours, but Whitney was feeling generous and you’d agreed to work a few days remotely.

So instead of sitting in the back of the same black Chevy Suburban with Roger narrating the drive, you’d crammed your suitcase into the trunk of an Uber and hoped that the traffic out to Long Island wasn’t impossible.

It was.

A man with a friendly smile took your bag from your shoulder, leading you around the counter and on to the jet way, veering left at the fork. The temperature shifted as you moved farther from the structure of the airport--the winter New York night seeping in through the cracks of the beige tunnel walls. Posters of happy travelers and airport workers smiled down on you, to fly, to serve. Their eyes watched you pad down the dull gray carpet towards the plane.

Smiles from flight attendants when you crossed the threshold, greeting you by name as your companion put an arm out, urging you in before him.

The interior of the plane was dimly lit a calming blue--the windows shaded electronically, making them appear to be black eyes into the night. You passed a galley stocked with coffee, tea, British Airways water bottles, heading down an aisle past cushioned seats--ones much nicer than the economy class you were used to flying. You’d assumed this was your section--each seat had armrests big enough for giants--but you passed through a curtain to find a section of small cubicles, not much different than your office.

One on each side, two in the middle.

“Had to give up the window for you,” you heard a voice sound from two rows ahead. A dimpled smile looked your way, when you met his gaze, you shook your head.

“This is incredible,” you looked around, taking in the sight of other suited men and bejeweled women settling in for the trip. “I didn’t even know shit like this existed.”

The man set the bag down on your seat, disappearing without a trace as Harry handed you something wrapped in plastic. “Your eye mask,” he delivered it with two hands, bowing his head to pull a giggle from your lips.

“Seriously,” you took it from him and let out a huff as you pushed the bag to the floor, slumping into the extra-roomy chair. “This is absurd. The traffic was terrible and I almost thought they wouldn’t let me on.”

“Shoulda come with me,” he said simply, his tone almost melodic. “The club they let you wait in is even better.”

You looked around again, surprised that Harry was able to exist in peace in front of so many strangers. “I can’t believe you fly on these--you don’t get mobbed?”

He handed you a packaged piece of chocolate from a small cubby in the wall in front of your chairs. A flat screen stared back at you, your fingers tugging at the wrapper before plopping the candy into your mouth automatically.

“Not really--these people are all too busy with their own shit,” he motioned around the room, both of your eyes landing on a man who was animatedly speaking into his cell phone. “A few pictures, maybe. If we’re lucky we’ll sleep.”

You nodded, content for a moment to just catch your breath, take in the surroundings of first class, and just be. Harry reminded you of the plans you’d set with your friends: a reunion at the Red Lion on the 23rd. It’d be the six of you for sure, but there’d likely be others who you’d all invite--running into other classmates at Sainsbury’s or Costa wasn’t unheard of.

You’d done the same thing in years past--your entire class heading for drinks and catch up conversations when everyone was back in town. The only difference was that this time, Harry would be tagging along.

If anything, you were more nervous about the six of you being back together than you were about seeing people like Maddie Winslow or even Kenny Tilley. None of them knew about that night. Luckily--as obnoxious and outlandish as they could be--Jessie, Adam, Jake, and Bryn had managed to keep their mouths shut despite knowing the ins and outs of what had happened.

Which, when you thought about it, meant Harry had, too. He hadn’t told anyone about the things you’d said or done. He didn’t rub it in your face or try to embarrass you in front of anyone else. The details of December 29th, 2015, would hopefully stay between the six of you for a long time to come.

After a good fifteen minutes on the runway, the plane was airborne. Estimated flight time six hours and thirty-five minutes, if we’re lucky, the captain said. You told Harry about your week and the things you’d rushed through this afternoon to leave work before 4pm. He laughed about the traffic and poked you in the shoulder when you rolled your eyes at him.

Thirty minutes later he turned to look at you, a strand of hair dipping down to his forehead.

“Smalls,” he said quietly.

“Hmm?” You turned to look at him, mid-chapstick application.

“I’m glad we’re hanging out.”

You stared at him for a second, your face tingly and hot when his lips twitched up into a smile. You nodded, broke eye contact, and capped your chapstick. “Mhm, yeah, me too.”

“Smalls,” he said it again, this time you looked at him more seriously.

“What?”

“Can we talk about it?”

You could have sworn the world went silent--the hum of the plane’s four engines suddenly muted as he stared back at you with emerald eyes.

Somewhere in the world there were ocean waves so high they could knock a boat off course. There were rainforests and mountains and deserts so dry they made the airplane cabin feel humid. You wished, as you sat next to him, miles of space between your feet and the ground, that you could be anywhere but here.

You opened your mouth to speak, words escaping you. You shook your head.

“Y/N, I just--”

“No,” you said. “Forget it. We both said we would forget it.”

He licked his lips, quiet for a second as he dropped his gaze to the carpeted floor. You stood up quickly, hoping an escape to the bathroom would place air and time between the two of you. You were stuck, though. You pushed the button twice that was meant to open the sliding door out of your tiny space--a human height shield from the other passengers.

You pressed it again, more frustrated each time your finger met the hard plastic.

“Here,” he said behind you, reaching past you to press the button right beside it. “You were pressing close.”

“Right.”

The door slid open, a flight attendant offered you a smile as she waited for you to exit in front of her. Down the hall, into the bathroom--much bigger than economy. A full length mirror, a toilet that actually resembled a toilet.

The door shut and latched behind you. Silence. You couldn’t talk about it with him. That would be more embarrassing than the night itself. What were you supposed to say? I’m sorry? I didn’t mean it? I did mean it? You’d said all of those things before--in quick succession and with a heartbeat so fast you could have passed out.

A knock on the door. One second, you called out, turning the water on for a moment as if to make it sound like you were doing something other than panicking. You brushed past the stranger on the outside, offering an apologetic smile before heading back to your seat. When you got back, Harry had headphones in and a movie on the screen in front of him.

Thank god.

He smiled at you subtly, leaning forward to offer you a glass of champagne--someone must had dropped them off while you were losing your shit in the bathroom. You took it from him without a word, taking a sip as he took one earbud out of his ear and offered it to you. You pushed it into place and leaned back in the chair, still trying to catch your breath, grateful for the fact that he dropped it.

You didn’t need the whole plane ride to be awkward. If there was ever to be a moment for the two of you to talk about the ghosts of Christmas past, literally, it wasn’t right now. The trip would be nice with a movie and a nap--free chocolates and eye masks, too.

And besides, champagne tasted better at thirty thousand feet.

here’s what first class looks like for Harry and Y/N

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Distant Connection - 6/11

Pairing: Bucky x Harmonia (OC) Warnings: mentions of wicca/witchcraft, mention of parents death, gossiping about main character Summary: After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

MASTERLIST || Distant Connection Masterlist

“Book of Shadows” was standing on the little notebook she had taken out of her backpack. She opened it and went through it bit by bit. Astrology, Elements, Crystals, Tarot, Herbs, Spells, Witchcraft. She took a marker and started writing “Dark Magic” and started documenting all the things she had already figured out and trained. It was late at night and she wasn’t really tired and half of the team was on a mission. The perfect evening for some self-care and journaling. It was raining outside and the rain kept making little sounds against her window every time the winds changed. The compound was silent except for some white noise and a few footsteps here and there.

After writing everything off of her soul and also making a little journal entry, she flipped through her collection of notebooks that she had taken with her when the team rescued her. She packed quickly so there was only some clothing, electronics, and her memory box that she took with her. It was full of little pictures, articles, notebooks, and hard drives. This was what she would save in a fire together with her phone and documents. Griefing the tragic death of her mother became easier with these little things and she cried less than before. She accepted it, she couldn’t change it anymore and wanted to cherish what she still had left of it. “You miss your old life.” A voice came from the entryway and out of panic she created a defense wall in milliseconds but it didn’t have an effect on the person standing there. “Sorry for scaring you, Harmony.” Vision now said understanding he should’ve made himself more audible beforehand. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, I just was so deep into reading that you just…” She tried to explain. “And do you miss it? Your old life?” He asks genuinely interested. “It’s not really the life that I miss. Just my mom.” Her voice was laced with sadness. He sat down beside her trying to show her that he was there for her. “Grief is profound. But it gets better, right? You feel more calm about it than a few weeks ago.” He analyzed the situation. “Yes. It helps to remember the good moments with her or writing about my emotions. Why are you here tho?” She was okay with being open about it but she also was confused as to why he was here now. “I never met someone with your personality. It’s fascinating. And I thought you wouldn’t mind some company because the people close to you are gone right now. Do you want me to leave?” He asked concerned. “No. I just wanted to know your intentions. It’s...I don’t speak to a synthetic person with an infinity stone in their head every day,” she said a little shy. “I don’t understand the interaction of emotions completely all the time but I think I’ve already learned a great deal of what it’s like to be like you. Always happy to talk. Wanda is very similar to you in some ways and I feel like I might be of help sooner or later if you need to talk.” He explained himself further. “I appreciate that. Very empathetic of you to be honest but right now I don’t really have a lot of thoughts building up in my brain that I wanna share. Any other ideas what to do?” She answered honestly. “I like cooking a lot. Should we...make a late-night snack?” His face lit up a bit. “Sure. Pancakes? I just love pancakes a lot,” he answered instantly with a smile.

Having humorous conversations with Vision was the last thing she expected but because he knew so much about humanity and media it was actually great to see him get all her jokes and him explaining weird things humans do that don’t make sense to him. “Let’s make some more and put them into the fridge for tomorrow morning. Cold pancakes are so good!” She suggested to him while sitting on the kitchen isle. “Is that the equivalent to cold pizza as breakfast? Cause I find that very weird.” He smiled up at her on the counter while starting to put together a new bowl of pancake batter. “It’s kinda similar now that you say it. It’s the sweet equivalent I guess.” She started to think about it out loud. There was a door opening and a lot of quiet but hectic talking from the hallway all of a sudden which made both of them look up to see the teammates that were just coming back from the mission. “So early?” She asked when she saw Steve. “Was a base but also a dead end,” he answered before leaving into his room. He also was the first one to come back into the room with wet hair and rubbing his hands “What do we have here? Late-night pancakes? Can I have?” He asked with puppy eyes. Vision and Harmony looked at each other for a second before she nodded with a smile and a little motion through his hair. The next person coming in was James, totally done but also happy to see her. Instead of aiming for the food he aimed for a hug from his girlfriend still sitting on the kitchen isle. “Why so sad big boy?” she asked him with her arms around his head. “If I have to hear Sam for one more second I’m gonna lose it!” He grumbled into her shoulder and felt her giggle. There was an “Uh la la.” Coming from behind clearly directed at them and she felt James tense up. “Sam, fuck off. No pancakes for you!” He heard from Harmony in a confident voice. “But it’s pancakes! Everyone else gets to eat!” Sam whined. “Maybe go on his nerves a little less,” she said chuckling. “Can I have one pretty please?” He asked nicely. “What do I get for it?” She started to negotiate and James started smiling into her shoulder. “I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow,” he said after thinking about it for a few seconds. “Deal,” she said and he echoed it back. After James could hear him sit down he looked up from her chest with a boyish smile. “Showing your true colors, huh?” His smile emitted proudness. “Damn, don’t call me out like that,” she said fake shocked. “Damn, get a room you two!” they heard a voice coming from the door. Tony. “Excuse me?” She said ready for a fake bitch fight. “Don’t come at her. She is ready to win today,” Sam said with his mouth full from the dinner table. “A warning from Wilson? Wow. I’m impressed,” Tony answered fake impressed but sat down on the table with a little smirk. James let go and finally grabbed a plate too and got the pancake right out of the pan from Vision. “Thank you V!” He smiled and hopped onto the kitchen isle beside Harmony. Everyone went silent and just sat there eating with their phones and some of them wrote in between. “Is this a weird group chat situation or are you all just on social media?” She chuckled. “You sure you wanna know?” Tony answered. “I can magic it out of you if I want to,” she said with an unfazed smile. “It’s a group chat,” he answered shortly after. Harmony touched James’ leg to give him a little impulse, a message? He was confused for a second but then got it. *They’re probably talking about us.* He shrugged at her before looking back down on his plate with a very subtle smile. Another subtle touch on his knee *What about tomorrow morning? Unless their plan is to leave us alone every time they are finished eating. I’m down to show them how foolish they are.* She saw him nod so slight that it was almost not detectable. He was incredibly good at hiding the fucking implosion the thought of kissing her in front of them gave him. Shortly after he finished his pancakes, put the plate in the sink and went to his room without a word. She could read him well enough to know that this was part of the plan of irritating the others.

After a lot of silence and her looking at her phone every now and then someone broke the silence. “What is it about him?” Tony asked. “I think you can relate pretty well to how it is when someone shares or understands your pain, past, grief, characteristics coming from those past traumatic events. That’s it. He gets it, he doesn’t judge and he makes me feel protected.” she said not facing them. She was still too broken to talk about herself in-depth in front of multiple people. “I think everyone in this room understands.” Vision started trying to comfort her, “Steve and Bucky share their out of time life, Sam shares the experience in of military and Tony the experience of losing your parents and putting too much onto yourself.” He really was very empathetic when it came to the important moments. She totally understood why Wanda had found her peace with him. His words hit the others with truth and pain. She smiled at him with gratitude. “He makes you feel happiness again, right? Like I do that for Wanda or Pepper does that for Tony. Even Wanda for you.” he asked. “You mean a safe place?” He nodded, “Yes. He’s my safe place.” Her voice was sounding breakable like glass. The room was silenced by that. She didn’t speak to half of them until today and hearing her be so honest made them realize some things about themselves. With a touch on V’s shoulder, she jumped from the kitchen isle and left the room with a small “Goodnight.”

The silence of the building was almost unsettling now that everyone was back. Normally she could hear them talk in the kitchen late at night or at least heard some footsteps. Today that wasn’t the case. Vision seemed to have made them think about some things.

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memesrruinedsoirant · 4 years

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I never stopped loving you. Not once. I left because of my own stupidity. No one else’s words made me feel like I had to do something else. In a way, that’s worse. Being stupid enough to have decided to do something so harmful to myself. Being crazy enough to lose something so precious to myself. How can anyone know that I did that by myself? That no one else influenced me? Because when others tried to talk to me to try for you again, my stupidity said no to them. If I was so easy to move that I would have left you if anyone said so, then it would have also been easy to talk me into trying for you again. It was my own stupidity that dug my grave, and from there I crawled out to chase you again, because I had never once forgotten about you. The feelings we had were not new, not at all. We tried to let them go, both of us. You wanted to avoid your pain, you wanted to stop it. So you tried being with someone else, a ‘friend’. You never even liked him. I was stupid, myself. I thought too less of myself, I thought we would keep on fighting, even though I had believed in myself till then to try for you and to keep you happy. I thought myself too weak, but I was so stupid. I hurt for days, I tried to forget it.

You hurt for days, you tried to forget it. Songs I listened to always somehow turned out to be about you, whether I wanted or not. You listened to your favourite songs, hoping that love would find a way? Baby, it did. We did find each other again, however we did. What you wanted came to you. What you cried for was fixed. Everything was alright. I felt happier than I had done in months. I felt whole, complete. I felt I that I could be myself. I felt that I could be happy, uninhibited. I saw how you looked at me, when I called you mine. Goo-goo eyes, people call them. Trust me, darling, I looked at you the same. I still look at you. I love it. It fills me up with liquid happiness, carrying me upwards, making me float. I saw the things you look at now, the posts you see. You think I don’t do those things for you? You think someone could ever write you any paragraph better than I do? It was the very first thing I did, the night I told you I loved you. I sent you about a hundred messages, all about how I loved you. You woke up happy, seeing them. When I went to bed till the very end, I always told you how much I loved you. I always told you how much you meant to me. The first thing I always did after waking up was think of how to talk to you. I think of that even now, and then the anxiety hits me so hurt, because I can’t. More than jealousy over him, I miss you. That hurts me much more, I promise.

The hardest I remember crying was the week after you left me, in my bathroom. I needed you, and mom had just scolded me. I went in there and I just had to sit down and you could see the parts of myself hit the walls as I exploded in agony. I threw myself around the place, my eyes red, my face trembling, my entire world submerged with me in that room while I called out your name and cried out to hear your voice say my name to me. I did not know about anyone else. I thought you were only angry with me. Even that broke me down to pieces. I held our dog to my chest, and he could sense how close I was to crying again. He tried to smother me, much more than usual, hugging me as I held him and talked about you. It breaks my heart to think of him now, when I promised him that we would be a family together. I remember you smiling about it that day I was walking you home, last. The day you got so angry at me. I feel like I need to say it again, darling. That day was so terrible. The night before, only, you had told me you loved me. You LOVED me. And the day after, we were to stop seeing each other? Out of the blue? You then told me to go home and you would call me, but a certain coldness wasn’t left out of your voice. I felt it jump through my veins as I could feel my insides collapsing, living a nightmare right there on the street with you as you told me that you would leave me again. As you went into the gate, I was determined. Not to get you in trouble. I was honestly scared of getting into trouble myself. I felt scared, that your guard would catch me. I was scared about your parents catching me. Perhaps your father was right there in the garage, getting out of a car? Remember when he had last caught us? I wanted to leave early from your house, but you wanted me. Now, baby, THAT was selfish. I stayed for you, although I can’t lie and say I didn’t like what we did, either. But he did catch us that time because you asked me to stay. I don’t blame you. You couldn’t have known. But I wanted to play it safe, just in case. That was just for fun, why you asked me to stay, risking getting caught. This time, I was thinking of the risk, yes. I was thinking about your parents, your guard, your driver, maybe someone was already in the garage? My mom once literally burned me, if you remember. It was the day after your mom called mine to tell her about us and instagram and everything. I still have the mark on my arm. I was scared, too. But I felt like I had to chase behind you. I chased for you before in November, but then stopped because of my stupidity. I did not want to make a mistake close to anything similar to that. I did think of the risk, as well as how I could’ve gotten into trouble myself. But I went in, because I loved you. Not for fun, like you made me stay longer that time at your house. But for love, inherently, to make sure that you stayed in my life once we had each other again. I really should have pretended to be asking for a notebook back from you. Maybe it would have been fine then. I’m sorry for how I hurt you before. I was emotionally distant, unavailable, sometimes inconsiderate, numb, and overall a terrible boyfriend. But that was 2 years ago. I was improving, much better. I tried for you. You called me names. You told me that you wished that I was dead, literally. I still stayed for you, tried for you. I still made that mistake of being stupid enough to stop trying, but I found my senses, darling. We found each other again. We were going to be happy again. I was never going to hurt you like I did months before. I did everything I could to make you happy. I maybe should have tried even harder. But the memories of hurt, the damned memories. I wasn’t ever going to repeat those mistakes. And what’s worse, I think you believe me when I say that now, but you think now that it’s too late. You think you need a fresh start? I can’t ever get one anyway. I was going to get my fresh start with you. Because I hadn’t done anything bad again when we started again. Anything. But you’ve made up your mind, apparently. So maybe, stick with it. I can promise one thing from the bottom of my heart. I won’t change. I can’t change. The music, books, movies, shows, colours, writings, pictures, weathers, seasons, clothes, food, drink, even the way I sleep. I love harry styles, pink floyd, led zeppelin, the bee gees, disney songs (especially upbeat ones like bare necessities or under the sea), and i will always adore 2000s pop like gaga, britney, and timberlake. i like the kite runner, princess diaries, harry potter (i hate jk rowling tho), heartless, the godfather, and I did quite like the shining. i like marvel movies, i love joker, the dark knight trilogy, mean girls, the notebook, and I loved both of the ‘to all the boys ive loved before’. i like how i met your mother. if you remember, i tried to make you watch brooklyn 99 first at that old friend’s place, but you just wanted to make out, cutie. i also love the good place, the goldbergs, new girl, and sherlock. i love orange, brown, pink, and black. I won’t change. No matter how cold you get, I know who you are, what you like, what makes you, you. Maybe one day, you’ll come say hi to me. And we’ll have drinks. We’ll have food. We’ll talk about some old things. And then, suddenly, I’ll say it again. I never stopped loving you.

#love #romance #ode #fiction #romance fiction #romantic #writing #tumblr writers #writers on tumblr #tumblr writing society #tumblr writing community #my writing #writer #loving

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sometimeswritingsometimesdying · 4 years

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indiana jones AU because i re-watched one of the movies tonight and i have a lot of feelings

okay. so. this is long so i’m not even gonna finish this tonight okay.

Logan as Indiana Jones so,,, Logan Jones (”Logan is my name!” ”Logan’s the dog’s name, Junior!” “Dad shut up >:(”)

Patton is a “researcher” ;) (you’ll see why later) that Logan meets while looking for his father who has been kidnapped

his father is probably Deceit let’s be real (although idk how he would fit the character but i guess i can make adjustments)

Virgil as Marcus (as in,,,, the one guy with all the information who starts the journey with Logan but at one point get kidnapped as WELL and just did not sign up for all the shit that he goes through)

Roman is a rival treasure hunter who accidentally ends up on their adventure as well (as in he didn’t want to work with them but then he realizes that they’re going against bigger, eviler people and he wants to help them) (also he might’ve taken a liking to a certain dark haired boy ;)

basically the plot is that *clears throat*

there’s a flashback at the beginning, where we get lil Logan being a treasure hunter at like 15 years old

as in he steals an artifact from a band of bad dudes who just wanted to sell it for money

yeah so that’s the difference between Logan and Roman

Logan believes the artifacts should be in a museum while Roman doesn’t see their value

anyway, we also see Deceit being not-the-best-dad

don’t worry he gets redeemed

back to the present we have Logan teaching at his high school i guess?

it’s the 1930s btw so just so y’all know the nasties are gonna come in later

and by nasties i mean the uuuuuuh hitler guy

and i’m including this because there is one, and i mean ONE scene where they’re burning books and everyone is asking hitler for an autograph because like,,, that was one hell of a brainwashing i swear, but they accidentally push Jones into the crowd and he has his journal in his hand and there is this one moment of tension where him and hitler look at each other and then he just opens the notebook and signs it WITHOUT realizing what is written in it and it’s just one of the best scenes of the whole movie because of how much of an idiot he is okay

the whole movie makes fun of him basically

like at one point Jones throws a nazi general out the window of a dirigible and he’s like “he didn’t have a ticket” and there’s a moment where everyone looks at each other before they all take their tickets out to show they have them

okay sorry this is getting long

anyway, its part of the movie (technically) and they’re the main villans which like i don’t even know if they had the rights to show that on tv but yeah

BUT i’m getting ahead of myself

basically, Logan gets called in by this rich guy to observe a rock

turns out it has a secret message for finding the Holy Grail (although it’s half broken so,,, only half the info is there)

which Deceit has been looking for his whole life

so Logan is like “yooooo” and wants to go tell his father about it (and he wants to find the Holy Grail)

but the rich guy tells him that his father has disappeared

so Logan takes Virgil with him and they go to Deceit’s house and find it a mess

and Logan remembers about a packet that had been delivered to him that morning and he opens it and guess what?

it’s Deceit’s notebook!! it’s full of all the notes he had ever taken for finding the Holy Grail

and both Virgil and Logan are like “yooooooo”

i don’t remember how but they come to the conclusion that Logan’s father is in Venice, Italy

so they head over there! how fun ain’t it!!

also, they’re told (by the notebook i believe) that they should meet Professor. Moore there

and they do!! and guess what?

Its our boy Patton!!

yeah he’s the “professor” that they’re supposed to meet

okay but their first interaction goes like this (and this is directly from the movie oKAY) (that movie’s fucking timeless i swear)

Patton: “Mr. Jones?”

Logan turns around to him and Pat’s like “I knew it was you, you have your father’s eyes.”

Logan checks him out let’s be real

that’s what happens in the movie and you know what he says?

he goes “And my mother’s ears. But the rest is all yours ;))”

and Patton goes “Oh, too bad all the good parts are already taken”

y’all i lost my goddamn mind

its way off character but SHUT UP JUST IMAGINE THE SCENE

let’s just say i find it way too funny

Jones is so fuckin horny in this movie i SWEAR

like the gal’s a spy, right? yeah he STILL WANTS TO BE WITH HER SDLFKJJKL

he’s a himbo except he doesn’t respect women

but Logan does and he’s much less of a himbo

anyway, EVENTUALLY, they end up talking, and they go visit the library (that is inside the church) because that’s what the notebook says

oh wait i forgot, Patton gives them a piece of paper with roman numerals written on it that Deceit wrote before disappearing

they figure out the numbers can be found in front of a mosaic window in the church that is drawn in the notebook

so they do and they also figure out that the last of the numerals is on the floor so Logan breaks the floor

poor harrison ford he was actually strong in that movie

anyway go look up the scene because it is to die for i swear

okay so Patton and Logan end up exploring the tunnel they find after breaking the floor and it turns out its the catacombs

oooo yay!! they almost die

as in, these lil’ bitches set the catacombs on fire

and they escape through the sewers and get out by the manhole

sorry that word is just,,,,, hm weird

okay and they have an epic boat racing scene with the people who set the catacombs on fire because the peeps want them dead but they didn’t die

oh also the peeps knocked Virgil out in the meanwhile

look a lot of stuff happens in this movie

anyway boat racing stuff and they kill some of the peeps

HOWEVER they do find out that the peeps are part of a cult that wants to stop people from finding the Holy Grail

ya and apparently Logan’s dad is being kept prisoner in a castle in Germany

so they find Virgil and the three of them end up in a hotel

you can imagine what happens with Logan and Patton okay they flirt a whole lot and uuuuh look just watch the movie okay i don’t want to write it out

its a similar relationship except you take out all the abuse shit because that ain’t cool okay

when they wake up all the rooms are upside down and messed up and guess what? it’s because some peeps (i don’t remember who) were looking for the notebook because they ALSO want to find the Holy Grail

but anyway, Logan, Patton and Virgil decide to head to the castle were Deceit is being held apparently.

but it’s very very late here and i need to go to sleep so i’ll just post this now and i’ll continue it some other time

idk where remus will come in (i’m asking for help here aaaaa)

i am gonna change some things

like,,, Patton is not gonna be working for the nazi in this because uuuuuuuh i really don’t wanna write that

so i also need to figure that out

ooooooooh wait what if he worked with Roman and so that’s why he tricked Logan

he gets redeemed tho

plus roman isn’t gonna be unsympathetic or anything

maybe a bit of a jerk at first but he warms up to our lil group anyway

aaaaaaaaa okay i think i got that

#sanders sides #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #ts fic #Indiana Jones AU #y'all i'm so freakin excited about this AAAAAAAAAAAA #yeah okay but please let me know if you like it and stuff #maybe y'all could even send asks and stuff :D #but yeah i'm very excited about this and i hope you all are as well #implied prinxiety #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #well that's the idea

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httpdabi · 5 years

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Mom’s Boss

Word Count: 9.2k

Caracters: Wonho x OC

Genre: Comedy, romance, smut

Warnings: 18+, public, age gap

I was never into older guys, or guys my horrible mother brought home. Until I saw her handsome boss... and suddenly, my mind was changed.

Growing up as a only child wasn’t a problem for me. It didn’t affect me the way it did a lot of people. I remember some girls nagging how they want a brother or a sister. In my case it wasn’t like that. Not like I didn’t want a little sibling, but that child would only suffer. He would live without parently love just like I did and honestly, I wouldn’t wish that even to my worse enemy.

My parents got divorced when I was only 6 years old. Usually parents fight for the child because they love him. Mine were fighting over me simply to win. Because of the pride I guess.

At that time I didn’t understand what was going on, but once I got older I started to think about how would it be if my father won on the court.

Now when I’m 21 years old things got different. I could go where ever I want, but I didn’t really have any normal possibility. My father got new wife and literally new family. His wife can’t stand me, she has an attack simply hearing my name.

Finding a job and living on my own was also impossible, since I’m still a student. You simply can’t find a job without any experience and even if you do it’s not well paid for living. Like you can’t find an apartment or anything.

That’s why I’m stuck with my mother.

Now, all I Want is to have my own space, to be left alone and of course my mother did as I wanted, in fact, gladly. In other words, she just continued what she did before, ignored my existence.

Sometimes when my fathers wife goes somewhere he would visit me over and for a moment I feel a bit better. After his work we would to make pancakes together and talk about life. But even then, things weren’t as I wished they would be. He never suggested anything, he didn’t want to break his new family. He didn’t want to make his wife mad. The only thing he did and is still doing is sending me a bit money every month, so I could buy myself everything for uni or at least have some money for coffee and so.

I didn’t make any problems, wanting to hurt my mother wasn’t my intention. After all, was that even possible ? Whit what can I hurt her ? Anything I do doesn’t bother her at all.

,, Happy birthday!!’’ My best friend Jiso screamed, jumping on me and pushing the present she bought me, in my hands.It was too early and I honestly didn’t expect that she will give me a present immediately.

,,Open it!’’ she ordered and smiled at me cutely. I nodded my head sleepily and started opening the small packet. It was so well decorated, I felt sad that I had to ruin it.

When I opened it I found my favorite sweets, the book I was looking for a long time, my favorite movies and some marches from my favorite youtuber.

,, Thank you so much’’ I said and hugged her tightly. Maybe for some people that kind of present was cringe, but for me it was perfect. It showed how well she knows me.

,, Wanna go eat some cake after uni ?’’ I asked her, I knew that she will agree, that I didn’t even to ask actually. But you never know.

In the class some people remembered my birthday and some didn’t. I found it cute how my friends made a small prank on me, giving me presents when the lunch break was. But not normal presents. For example, Taehyung gave me toilet paper, Changkyun gave me a pack of noodles, Lisa gave me cheese, Ilhone gave me his picture. I found it nice that they made such a cute plan, I mean, they didn’t forget me. At the end they gave me two games I wanted to buy for my Play Station. Spyro and Crash Team Racing.

Seeing the confused faces of other students when they saw Tae giving me a toilet paper made my day. They were all like what the fuck. Even some professors were giving us that wtf look.

The whole time Jiso was planning something, what could we do, not giving me even a second to resist. If she wasn’t talking, she was writing something n notebook for me to read. So in short, random uni day.

,, First, we can go to starbucks and have a coffee and eat some cake. Then we can go eat some bbq and drink a bit’’ Jiso said placing her arm around my shoulder.

,, Or we can go drink a coffee and go drink tonight.’’ I suggested, having a sudden urge to party and get drunk. Even tho Jisoo and others made my day, I was still upset. Upset because my mother didn’t even bother to send me a message. But I was trying to stay positive, maybe she didn’t forget. Maybe she wanted to graduate me in person or maybe she even had a surprise for me.

,, Well, that can do too. We didn’t go out for a long time’’ she said like she was thinking out loud.

,, Wanna go party or go drink a cocktail ? ‘’ I asked as I took my wallet out of my bag before we got inside the Starbucks. As usual it was full. While I was buying us coffee and cake, Jiso was looking for a place to sit.

When everything was done, I took our food and looked for her. She found a nice and comfortable place to chill. It was in a corner, the perfect corner where you can choke on your cake without people staring at you.

,, I can’t wait to get drunk. I miss the taste of Sex on the beach’’ she said closing her eyes and imagining the fresh taste of the cocktail.

,, Yeah, we can go to peaches. I also miss that perfect banana cocktail. ‘’ I said feeling totally excited for the night ahead of us.

,, What will you wear tonight ?’’ She asked me with full mouth, plus adding some coffee in her mouth.

,, My black skirt and probably my leopard printed shirt, I bought it yesterday. It’s really nice, it shows my shoulders ‘’ I said trying to explain how it looks.

,, Can’t wait to see, it will definitely look amazing on you. You’ll get laid’’ she said with her usual derp face.

,, Well, I just wanna get drunk’’ I said as I winked at her, making her roll her eyes. That was definitely her new habit.

Anyway few days ago I decided to watch out and eat only healthy food, to lose some weight, and here I’m eating the nutella cake like there is no tomorrow. Yeah, which means, Mission impossible 6 just came out, it’s called me on a diet.

It was around 5 PM when we finally decided to go home. The whole day we were simply lazy together gossiping other people we know and judging people we don’t know.

I wasn’t so excited about facing my mother. I had some nice time with Jiso and thinking about dealing with her was running my mood already.

When I got home for a moment I thought how it would be better if she just got somewhere else and forgot that I even exist.

But hey,

When I got in the house, she did surprise me, only that wasn’t a surprise I was hoping for.

She was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and on the arm chair, with a whiskey was sitting a man. He was tall, well built. His black hair was like a perfect contrast with his bright and clean skin.

They both looked at me totally confused. I understand why the man was confused, he didn’t know me, he probably didn’t even know I exist, God knows if she ever mentioned that she has a daughter. But why was she confused ?

,, Oh, hi dear! You are home’’ She said, standing up and placing the glass on the table. I looked at her even more confused and even pissed off. It was irritating, every time when she brings some man home she acts like we are happy family.

,, This is my boss’’ she added fast, while I was pouring some juice in my glass. I turned around and looked at them. It was a first time I could say that the man she brought home was actually really handsome.

I made my way toward the man and gave him my hand and honestly that move shocked her more then anything.

,, Hoseok’’ he said while shaking my hand. I said my name and nodded my head, giving him a sign that it’s nice to meet him. My mother was really shocked, I think she would be less shocked if I took a gun and shoot him. I never acted that way toward any of her mans. Well, being honest, I wanted to make a scene, but her boss is such a snack.

Her taste in man was always so horrible, but this time it was an excuse. Even tho she’s my mother, I wasn’t sure what was he doing with her.

After that, I just turned around and made my way toward my room. Being totally honest, if I had a boss like him, I would definitely never call sick.

I jumped on my bed, closing my eyes and taking few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down a little bit. Not wanting to listen to their conversation. I put my earphones in and closed my eyes on few minutes.

The fact that she really didn’t know its my birthday, mad me almost cry. I was breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

When I finally calmed down and when the right time arrived, I changed in the outfit I planned and started doing my makeup. I didn’t reay care about what they were talking about, but for a second they took my attention.

,, You got a really pretty daughter’’ I heard Hoseok saying, making me more curious. On my surprise my mother didn’t answer. She didn’t say anything, all she did was changing the topic.

In a short time my makeup was done and I was totally ready. So I took my bag and made my way out. They were sitting in the kitchen, once again, their eyes on me.

,, Where are you going?’’ My mother asked, giving me one of her most disgusted looks.

,,Out’’ I simply said and she nodded her head. Her behavior was very irritating, it made me look like I’m the bad one.

,, Come eat with us’’ she said, thinking I’ll just ignore her, as usual. But instead of ignoring her, I just took a plate and sat there with them.

For a moment she got lost, I felt she just adopted me and didn’t know how to start the conversation.

,, Don’t drink too much tonight’’ she said, trying to act like a caring mother.

,, Aha’’ I nodded my head, showing how I don’t give a flying fuck about her and her act.

,, I wish you would stop acting like this’’ she said acting like she was really hurt. At that very moment I understood why Leonardo Dicaprio didn’t win an Oscar for such a long time. My mother took them all. Such a great actor.

,, Just let me eat’’ I said almost rolling my eyes, while Hoseok was eating quietly, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable.

,, I’m your mother, you have to listen to me’’ she said placing spoon on the table. If I didn’t plan to kill myself with alcohol, I wouldn’t deal with her at all, but I had to eat something, anything.

I just ignored her and started eating. I actually felt really uncomfortable because her handsome boss was there. Trying to keep my mouth shut, I just continued to eat. But she was pushing every button possible. When she said how I’m always like that, I wanted to slam the plate against her face.

Without a word, I just stood up, took my stuff and went out.

Taking one cigarette to calm myself down, I texted Jiso that I’m on my way and on my luck, she was already ready.

My mind was still surrounded with words my mother spat on me. All the crap she said, how she behaved. It was still pissing me off and I couldn’t wait to start drinking and forget about it.

Jiso was waiting for me in the center, staring at her phone, smiling and typing real fast. Probably some guy. She always had guys flying around her. I mean, she has a beautiful face and beautiful personality. If I was a man I would also try to get her.

She placed her phone in her bag an hugged me. She looked really incredible. As always. She can wear a trashcan and still look amazing.

,, Oh my god, look at Jooe. She always tries to look like Kylie Jenner or something’’ she said when she saw Jooe standing beside McDonald’s with some guy.

,, Kylie Jenner Walmart edition’’ I said laughing.

,, One dollar store’’ She added giggling. Jooe was always that kind of person trying to be good with everyone, but gossiping all the time. Or just simply and in short. She was fake.

Anyway, we didn’t waste any time. Cigarettes were already bought and the only thing we needed was alcohol.

Of course we didn’t go out alone. Taehyung, Changkyun, Ilhoon and Lisa also wanted to join us and being honest that really made me happy.

There was a time when we used to go out every weekend and we really had so much fun. Every time after going out we would go to someone’s place and order pizza and talk till we all fall asleep.

We met Lisa near the club and made our way in. It was a 2000th party so we were really excited. Like every fucking song hits you like a truck. SIMPLY LOVE IT.

We found the table we reserved and immediately ordered the drinks, starting with the banana cocktail I missed so much. The music was already amazing, as always. We really knew every fucking song, it was really awesome.

After some time, the guys arrived. They were much worse then us. They loved parties like this one.

Thanks to my friends, I forgot about my mother, I forgot about what happened earlier. We were having so much fun.

,, Let’s go smoke one’’ Jiso screamed and I just nodded my head and we both made our way to a smoking zone.

When we got out, the song Pump it started playing and being honest the song isn’t something special, but me and Jiso loved Fergies part, or whatever her name is. We used to listen the whole song only because of it.

We sat on the small couch and lit our cigarettes, singing her part loudly not giving shit if other people were looking at us weirdly.

,, Just let it go, let it go HERE WE GOO’’ we screamed before Jiso hit me with her elbow.

,, That guy over there is checking you out’’ Jiso said, giving me a sign which one. At first I couldn’t see which one, until he lifted his glass in the air and winked at me. It was no one other then my mother’s boss.

At first I looked like I saw something non-natural but then I jus smiled and waved at him.

,, The fuck, you know him?’’ Jiso asked in shock.

,,Well yes, no, I don’t know. We met today, actually, few hours ago’’ I said a little bit confused. What the hell is he doing here.

,, What am I missing ?’’ she asked excitedly .

,, He visited my mother, he’s her boss, or maybe her new lover’’ I said and the only thing I could think of was HOLY SHIT.

,,Hey’’ he was suddenly standing in front of us, and not only was Jiso shocked, I was too.

,, Hello’’ I said a little lost, that he even approached me.

,, So, here’s where you are hiding ?’’ he said with a small smile formed on his face.

,, She’s not hiding, she’s celebrating her birthday’’ Jiso said placing her arm over me and kissing my cheek. Hoseok was a little bit in shock, maybe because of what happened earlier.

,, Where are my manners, happy birthday ‘’ he said as he took my hand in his. I could totally say that he was extremely curious, but too kind to ask about my mother and what happened earlier. But after all, I don’t know what she told him. Jiso was already getting bored and started giving me small signals that we should go back.

When we stood up, Hoseok asked if he can borrow me for a second and of course Jiso simply agreed and went back to ohers.

,, Come here’’ he said and placed his hand on my lower back, giving me a sign to follow him. We arrived to the table where his friends were. Of course they all looked good and elegant just like he did.

,, What do you want to drink?’’ he asked me. He was so close, I could literally feel his breath on my ear. Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t jump on every man I see, or touches me or tells me something. I don’t jump on every man my mother brings home.

But if you want me to be totally honest, Hoseok was a man I would literally kill for.

I didn’t know him of course, but his appearance was literally killing me. After all, I can freely say that I never met someone handsome as him.

After few moment he ordered for everyone and we all cheered for my birthday.

It was still weird. I mean, if it was someone else who did it, it would be different, but it was my mothers boss, which I only met today.

What was even more weird to me was the fact when he introduced me to his friends, he didn’t say that I’m a daughter of one of his workers.

When the drink was finished I went back to my friends, where Jiso welcomed me excitedly. That girl was drunk as fuck.

,, WHO’S THAT???’’ Lisa screamed on my ear and of course Taehyung also wanted to know everything. He pushed Lisa to the side and placed his arm around me.

,, Wanna know if he likes you? Cause I’m expert in that matter’’ he said loudly pulling my head closer to him.

,, He does, he’s looking at you’’ Tae said drunkenly and giggled. He was always so silly when he gets drunk.

Every time a good song was playing we took a shot, which means every 3 minutes. But nobody can blame us, I mean with songs like Just dance, Umbrella, Say my name, Wannabe and Hit me baby one more time, you just had to kill your self.

,, I love this party’’ Changyun screamed and jumped on me and Juso . ,, And I love you guys’’ he added placing a kiss on our cheeks before drinking another shot.

I could feel that Hoseok was watching sometime and drunk like that, I really loved it.

,, Do you mind if I sleep at Ilhoon’s place?’’ Jiso asked me, drunkenly, like I could forbid her. I always knew that there was something between them. Like, no one could suspect that they are probably fucking around, but those small looks and signs they were giving each other.

Well of course Jiso told me before, she’ll more likely die then hold that to herself. Even when she sneezes more then one time, I’m the first person to find out.

It was around 3:30 AM when I decided to go home. Lisa was the first one to leave and whne I said that I’m going, Jiso happily said that she’s going too. She probably didn’t want to leave me behind. Of course Taehyung also decided to leave, since he kinda got tired of all the Jumping.

Usually I would either go home with Jiso or Changkyun, since we are living in the same area. But Jiso had other plans and Changkyun wanted to stay longer with his other friends.

Tae wanted to walk me home, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I just told him that I’ll call a taxi. Drunk like that he forgot how hard it is to get a Taxi on nights like this, so he agreed.

It was getting pretty cold and I was literally begging God to finally send mi one.

Well, he did, but some dudes jumped in it, right in front of my nose.

I thought that I’ll fucking die, every time a taxi arrived someone stole it away from me. I really thought it’s the end, but at my surprise a car stopped right in front of me.

I expected the person to be some drunk fucktard, but it wasn’t. It was Hoseok.

,, Need a drive?’’ He asked as he opened the window. Maybe if he wasn’t alone or if it wasn’t so cold and I didn’t wait for so long, maybe then I would act out differently. But on top of all those reasons, I was drunk as fuck.

,, Hop in’’ he said. I was still thinking should I get in the car or not, but just as he said that, I got in the car immediately.

,, You know, it’s dangerous to stand in the dark all alone, especially at the place like this one. There are a lo of insane people around.

,, I was waiting for a taxi’’ I said lazily, enjoying the warmth in his car.

,, Oh, be happy I saw you. You could wait till tomorrow’’ he said concentrated on the road. Damn, the only thing I could clearly think of was how fucking handsome he is.

,, So, how was your day?’’ he asked, probably feeling uncomfortable from all the staring. But I really couldn’t stop looking . Let’s just say, I was drunk.

,, Thanks to m friends it was fine’’ I aid leaning my head on the window.

,, Did you get a lot of presents?’’ he asked me politely. I don’t even know how I managed to reply what they bought me, but after I replied I really passed out. I guess being finally in a warm place after standing outside for more then hour in that cold, it really made me pass out.

I can’t say that I didn’t remember anything after. In fact, I do.

I remember him taking me out of the car, so easily like I was a feather. Usually I’m not a person that is hard to wake up, a freaking fly can wake me up.

But since alcohol got me pretty much, I felt like I’m about to pass out, last time I was drunk like that was on Changkyun’s birthday. Taehyung made me drink more then usual and I remember when I got in bed, the whole fucking room was spinning. Well, that’s how I felt now.

Of ocurse, I had no thoughts in that moment. I was really like I was in coma, but man, he was really gentle. Later, I couldn’t believe that bulldozer like him could hold someone so gently. It was so nice that I literally fall asleep in his arms again.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a unfamiliar room. In very first moment I was in shock, where the fuck I am and so. But then I recalled what happened-

I wasn’t in my clothes, I had an oversized t-shirt and shorts in which I could fit 3 times.

The blinds were down and my phone wasn’t around, so I wasn’t sure what time it is. Maybe I would brush it of and continue sleeping. I mean those sheets were like heaven, but I felt thirsty as fuck. Well as usual, after alcohol you can drink a whole river.

When I stood up, I realized that the shirt was in false way on me. I lazily turned it around and when I was about to make a step, I decided to take off that shorts. It was too big anyway. And the shirt covered my since it was oversized.

I wasn’t sure where to go, since the apartment was really big. But I saw a TV light coming from a room and decided to go there. It was a really big living room and well, I couldn’t concentrate on how the room really looks, because Hoseok was there. Shirtless.

,, Oh you are awake’’ he said surprised. Switching his position, sitting on the couch.

,, I felt thirsty’’ I said like a lost child. For real, the scene looked like in those movies, when a child asks their mother to tell them they just threw up. But in this case, I was just thirsty and Hoseok wasn’t my father. Even tho I would gladly call him daddy.

,, Here’’ he gave me the bottle , checking me out.

,, I’m sure you had a shorts’ he added confused.

,, Oh, did you do it?’’ I asked, If I wasn’t drunk as fuck I would probably feel mad, but in a situation like that, I could only feel thankful to him for taking care of me and mad on myself for letting something like this happen.

.. Yeah, but I tried not to look’’ he said protecting himself. Cute.

,, Yeah I noticed, the shirt was wrongly on me, Thank you’’ I said thankfully. ,, And I’m so sorry for causing so much trouble to you’’ I apologized.

,, No, it’s alright. It’s better that you fall asleep in my car, then in Taxi’’ he said shaking his head.

For a moment I had, but really had to check him out. He was only in his baggy shorts. I wish I could just jump on him at that moment, but yeah, whatever.

It was weird even to think that he’s my mother’s boss. And because of that it was really weird to see him shirtless like that.

,, I wasn’t sure if I should bring you home. But then I was sure your mom, wouldn’t be so happy to see you like that.’’ He said

,, More likely she wouldn’t be happy to see me with you’’ I corrected him.

,, By the way, I apologize for my behavior you had to see at the dinner’’ I added as I took a sip of the water.

,, No, it’s okay. It’s normal to have a family fight sometimes’’ he said, and smiled a bit.

God, I had to use all my fucking power not to even think about dirty stuff I wanted to do to him. How the fuck did my mother get him.

,, Well, if you are having a thing with my mother I have to tell you, that’s the only way we communicate’’ I said preparing the man for the future.

,, Wait, wait, wait, hold on’’ he cut my sentence, looking extremely confused, his hands in the air giving me a sign to stop talking.

,, Why the hell would I even have something with your mother ? Wait, just what ?’’ he was so confused, maybe more confused then I was.

,, Wait, so you don’t have a thing going on?’’ I asked him confused.

,, No, why would you say such a thing’’ he asked me shocked. So cute.

,, Sorry, usually she brings home guys she only has something with ‘’ I said defending myself.

,, Oh my god, no offense, but no’’ he said, shaking his head.

,, Well never mind, but she probably likes you’’ I thought out loud and at my surprise he just laughed it off.

After the small conversation, I just went back in the beautiful room, with those beautiful sheets, falling asleep the very moment I got in the bed.

In the morning, I woke up around 11 AM. It was the first time I slept so well in a while. Whit in a while, I mean fucking 10 years.

If I had a chance, I would stay in that bed forever.

When I realized that the time for me to change just arrived, I wanted to lie there on the floor and cry till I drown in my own tears.

I wanted to see if Hoseok is home, so I could thank him once more before I leave. He was in kitchen drinking coffee and doing something on the laptop.

,, The sleeping beauty woke up’’ he said smiling at me cutely.

,, Morning’’ I said as I bowed politely.

,, I wanted to thank you one more time. I know I can’t do much, but if you ever need help with anything, please contact me’’ I said and bowed one more time.

,, No need to thank me, it was nice to have someone over. But where are you going? You should at least have a breakfast here. I went to the bakery when you were asleep’’ he said.

Honesty I don’t understand people like him who can stay awake till God knows when and then wake up really early and do stuff.

,, How do you manage to wake up so early and do all this. How many batteries do you have’’ I said surprised. I will never be able to do something like this.

,, Well, you just get used to it’’ he said still smiling. Even if I really wanted to stay, I didn’t feel comfortable.

He didn’t really want to agree with me not having a breakfast, but at the end I had to accept his drive to home, at least.

At home I was really like insane, being honest he couldn’t get out of my mind. Even tho it wasn0t anything special. But since I rarely get any kind of affection from anyone. I’m not used to small things. Even if a guy opens a door for me, I’ll be like wow and think about it for a whole day, having some scenarios in my head.

But that only lasts for a day or even shorter sometimes, because at the end nothing really happens of course. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall or mistake someone’s kindness for flirting or something.

Silly me.

But hey, I should be happy it doesn’t last long tho.

Few next days I didn’t think about it so much anymore, I didn’t see him at all, so all my thoughts were gone. Of course, the fact that I would kill for him was still there, that shit didn’t change.

After a long ass uni week and sleepless nights writing everything up which literally destroyed me, weekend finally arrived. Well, I never studied or did my representation on time. I always did it in more hectic way, but hey, that’s just me after all.

Thanks God, the spring was finally coming. I couldn’t stand the winter anymore. Like, I always love it when it snows on Christmas, it’s just so magical. But when the Christmas is done, so should be the winter. In my opinion of course.

Since Jiso was out of the town this weekend, I felt sad that I didn’t have anyone to waste my time with. Not like I couldn’t call Lisa and others, but I already knew that they had other plans. Still, that didn’t stop me from going out a little, even if it meant only going to the nearest shop.

Since the weather was really pretty, I decided to wear my Buttoned Pleated pink skirt, well not that ugly to see pink, it was more like moody pastel pink I guess. My black Crew Neck sweater and a black beret.

I didn’t do much around my hair, since it was already straight, but I did put a little bit of makeup before I took everything I needed and left.

It was around 5 PM when I left home and of course my mother wasn’t around. Only God knows what she was doing or where she was. Thinking about how she can see Hoseok every day, or well, more then I can, made me really jealous.

Sick, right?

Since, the weather was really beautiful I decided to take a walk to the shop that wasn’t really near our apartment. I took one cigarette and played Ariana Grande’s new song Bad Idea. Even tho I’m pretty lazy person, I always loved to take a walk. I always wished to have a dog that could accompany me, but yeah, that couldn’t happen.

In the shop, I always get carried away and buy more stuff then I should. Not like they are so expensive, it’s more about that I have to carry them home on my own. Plus every time I see Tulips in store, I have to buy them too. Because, why not, I love them.

But of course, I had trouble carrying it back home and of course the bus was driving ever 30 minutes because it’s weekend, and of course I had to choose the store that wasn’t close at all. Because I’m simply stupid and don’t think at all.

,, Heyy, get in’’ I heard familiar voice. Turning my head around I saw Hoseok in his fancy car. Hahh, so casual, like a hero in a movie. ,, Oh wait, let me help you’’ he said and parked the car on the sidewalk for a second. He took the bags from me and placed them on the backseats.

Of course, once again I could refuse his drive and all, but well, why should I ?

,, How have you been? ‘’ He asked me. He was wearing a black suit and white button up shirt, looking really amazing.

,, I’ve been good, but the uni was a little annoying this week. What about you?’’ I asked politely, trying to avoid looking at him as much as possible.

,, Same, there is always something to work on. How’s your mother ?’’ he asked, looking on the road.

,, I don’t know really’’ I said, hoping that this topic will die.

,, Oh, okay. Well, what are you doing today ? Any plans ?’’ Hoseok asked me, looking at me for a second.

,, Not really, I’ll probably just watch Netflix all day honestly’’ I said playing with the yellow tulips in my hands.

,, Well, if you want you can join me on dinner ? ‘’ he asked, showing no emotions at all.

,, Sure, why not’’ I said looking at him. His yaw line had my attention, so beautiful.

,, But, there will be some of my friends and workers, probably with their girlfriends.’’ Hoseok said, moving his hand nervously around the steering wheel.

,, Well, I don’t really want to interrupt then, it would be weird I guess’’ I said, feeling a little bit disappointed.

,, Oh no, noo. You would actually do me a favor then. My friends made a small bet, how I can’t find and bring a girl for such a short time. You remember them maybe’’ he said, giving me small looks.

,, That’s a little bit weird. But I did tell you to contact me if you need anything, so ‘’ I said thinking about how well he took care of me last week. ,, Do I look alright tho ? ‘’ I added fast, fixing my skirt.

,, Oh, you look incredible, don’t worry’’ he said and smiled a little bit.

On the ride to the restaurant, we were talking about lots of stuff and even about my mother and our relationship. And at my surprise, Hoseok was really on my side, he didn’t support my mother’s behavior at all. He was a weird person. Like, very communicative, but the way he talked, it made me feel like I was overpowered.

When we arrived, Hoseok parked his car, while I was impressed with the whole place.

,, So beautiful’’ I said, still in my own world.

,, Yeah, you have to appreciate the nature, soon it will be the mall’’ he said, making me giggle a little bit.

,, Anyway, what do I have to do ? I probably shouldn’t be too loud or annoying’’ I said casually. Well, I was pretty loud in the car, describing everything and yeah. Hoseok stopped for a second, while a smile was formed on his face.

,, Well, just follow my lead and just be a good girl’’ he said still smiling. Damn, if he said to me to jump from the tallest building, I would do it without thinking twice.

Good girl,

If he only knew what was going thru my head at that moment.. oh

,, What do you exactly mean ? ‘’ I asked him confused.

,, For example, don’t look at other guys, have manners and so’’ he said and smiled again. It took me a good minute to think normal again and give him a proper answer.

,, I can do that’’ I said, realizing that I sounded like a scared kid.

When we went in, I really felt like a child who just got in Disneyland. The restaurant looked amazing, I felt like Queen Elisabeth will walk in any second. It was definitely not my level.

,, I’m not sure about this’’ I said, a little bit scared. I don’t know how many friends or worker were there, but they were probably just as rich and yeah just as him. That’s not where I’m supposed to be.

,, Don’t worry. Just be good and I’ll reward you’’ he said, placing his hand on my lower back and giving me a sign to follow him. Pretty weird how his words had such an effect on me. Every time he said something, I found myself listening to him. Not sure if he had his way around people, I mean he definitely knew a lot, he’s company is one of the biggest companies in the city. Or, I was simply under his spell.

We were the last one to arrive and honestly, I really felt uncomfortable. I felt like they were about to eat me alive there. Hoseok probably noticed, so he introduced me to everyone. He pulled one chair out for me to sit and he sat beside me.

Being honest, I felt really bored. All of them were probably older then me. After all, they already knew each other, so I was an outsiter. But what really surprised me, they didn’t look so formal as Hoseok did. At least not all of them.

Hoseok ordered some expensive steak with I don’t even know what, while I decided to order just some pasta. I felt uncomfortable even looking at those prices. Horrible.

,, Wanna drink some wine ?’’ He asked me and of course, when did I ever say no to wine ? Well, and I was kinda curious how does an expensive wine even tastes like, probably like money.

After some time, some girls or wifes of those people started talking with me. I was thankful they didn’t ask me what my job is or anything like that, but I’m sure they didn’t really dare to ask. They were simply polite and talking about random stuff.

,, Do you feel comfortable now ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me. He was really close, I could feel his breath. I nodded my head and smiled at him. All he did was smile at me and then took his glass of wine, giving me a sign for a toast.

The wine was really good, I was actually correct. It indeed tasted like money.

Since I didn’t want to embarrass him, I was eating really slowly and with few breaks. Well, I was looking how others are eating, I tried to copy them of course.

But, as I took one bite, I was literally a second away from choking. Not because I didn’t know how to eat, or because it was too hot or anything. It was because Hoseok’s hand was all of sudden on my lap.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe he did it accidentally if that was even possible. If we weren’t in a public place, I would pretty much like it, his hand on my lap, perfect. But I didn’t even know how to react.

At first, he didn’t move his hand at all. He was simply talking with his friends or what ever, but his hand remained on my lap. At some point, he started moving his hand up and down, literally rubbing my thigh gently. I didn’t know what to do at all, I was afraid that I could react wrongly.

,, Is there something wrong ?’’ Hoseok asked me. I just looked down where his hand was, but all his did was smirk a little.

,, Just be good’’ he whispered, moving his finger in circles.

He didn’t even give me a chance to react and his hand was already doing something else, squeezing my thigh. I tried to keep calm as possible. At that point I couldn’t even talk with anyone. All I did was kept quiet and played with my food. Until I felt his hand really near my private parts. Slowly playing around.

I only hoped that no one noticed. But after all, I was covered with the tablecloth and the decoration. So his hand was really covered. Well, he wasn’t that crazy to do anything like that knowing anyone can see. He has a reputation to keep.

When his hand found it’s way under my skirt, I almost gasped. He didn’t waste any time, he started rubbing my clothed clit, while he calmly talked with his friends about the work.

I couldn’t believe that I actually didn’t try anything to stop him. But, well I did say clearly that I would kill for him. That wasn’t a joke.

,, You are already wet’’ he whispered, but of course, he didn’t get an answer from me.

,, Spread your legs a little ‘’ he ordered, but did it on his own, not willing to wait at all. He continued to talk as he waved his hand under my underwear and pressed a finger right over my clit, trailing it up.

,, Are you alright ?’’ the woman asked me and honestly at that moment I totally forgot her name, well fuck it, it was the last thing I could think about. The best I could return was a smile and a small nod.

Eating and chat continued as per usual. But meanwhile his finger rubbed up and down my clit. One of Hoseok’s fingers slowly pushed into me and I had to pretend to be blowing my nose so that they didn’t see the look on my fucking face.

Well, not giving a flying fuck Hoseok simply pushed another finger, slowly moving them in and out of me, literally hitting my g-spot. His moves were sharp and fast, and I was surprised that no one actually noticed. Or at least I thought so. I didn’t know where to look or what to do, all I wanted to do is fucking cum and honestly I was really close.

But suddenly, he stopped and all I felt was emptiness down there.

Hoseok at my surprise apologized, saying everyone that I’m not feeling well and that we are leaving. His hand was once again on my lower back, but I didn’t mind that. I liked it how simply one touch can be as a sign how he’s in lead.

He didn’t say a word at all, all he did was opened the door for me and going around to the drivers seat. Without any word he just turned on the car and drove away.

I didn’t know what was going on, well, just few minutes ago he was fingering the fuck out of me under a table, in a fucking public place and then another minute he’s all quiet acting as nothing happened.

It was extremely weird and it was fucking driving me crazy. Not knowing what was in his head was making me go insane.

When we arrived, he parked his car in front of the house. He turned it off and turned his face to me. I wasn’t sure what did he want, what’s going on. But all this silence was pretty much uncomfortable, even more then that whole dinner.

,, I guess this is it’’ I said as I nodded my head. He didn’t reply, he also nodded his head as he leaned it on his hand.

,, Well, anyway, thank you for treating me. It was really tasty’’ I said and not waiting for his reply I just got out of his car and made my way to the house door. And just as I was about to unlock the door, I felt a hand grabbing my arm and pushing me back.

I couldn’t really choose or protest, his hold was way too strong and just in second we were standing in front of his car. Again.

And again no words, but he did look pretty upset.

Then suddenly, his hands were on my cheeks and he pulled me closer and kissed me. I didn’t know if I expected something like this to happen or not. But after all, I did kiss him back.

Hoseok opened the back door without breaking the kiss. He pushed with one hand the stuff I bought and I totally forgot about, and then he pushed me inside and hovered over me.

,, Is this all about the bet ?’’ I asked breathless.

,, Which bet? There is no bet, I just wanted to show you around me. My property.’’ He said, his eyes being a shade darker then usual. Or I just imagined it.

I didn’t reply, all I could do is kiss him and place my hand around his neck. He was all over me, kissing me back, then kissing my neck, pulling my shirt and my skirt up.

,, God, I can’t wait to have you’’ he said, leaving sloppy kisses over my neck. ,, But let us finish what we started’’ he said as he pulled my skirt totally up and pulled my panties to the side, pushing two fingers inside me immediately.

He didn’t do any vanilla shit, he was fingering me like there was no tomorrow and this time I didn’t have to hold back at all. I was a freaking moaning mess and I didn’t give a shit if my whole neighborhood will hear me.

He didn’t have to rub my clit or anything because I was already all wet. He started curving his fingers making me moan even louder. I guess he liked me loud now, since he added the third finger and started to fingerfuck me in a incredible speed.

Very short after I came all over his fingers, which made him pull them out as I laid there in his car panting heavily.

,, My turn’’ I said and before I could even try to get up, he held me down not allowing me to move.

,, No babe, thinking about your lips around my cock is driving me crazy. But I want to fuck you first. I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you’’ he said as he placed a kiss on my lips.

,, Let’s go inside’’ he said as he opened the door of his car. I was actually really confused.

,, But my mother is home’’ I protested, knowing 1000% that she’s home, Probably asleep. After all I never brought anyone home. And the first person shouldn’t really be her boss, she definitely had crush on .

Or maybe,

Well, she wasn’t really a nice mother

In fact she was far from it.

,, So what ? That’s even more excited’’ he said pushing me out of the car and kissing me all the time.

Oh fuck it.

We just made our way inside. Even while walking, Hoseok couldn’t stop kissing me. The very first moment we got inside, Hoseok pushed me against the door and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel Hoseok’s hard on clearly.

,, I will fucking ruin you’’ He whispered, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard. He obviously remembered where my room is, since he didn’t have to ask me for the directions.

When he opened the door, he immediately pushed my shirt over my head and tossed somewhere in my room. I didn’t like unfairness so I had to take off his shirt. It took me a bit longer, since it was button up shirt, but still I did give my best. I couldn’t wait to see those abs again.

Even tho I was trying to take of his clothes nicely, he didn’t. he simply ripped my skirt, leaving me only in my underwear.

,, Hey, that was my favorite skirt’’ I said, pulling his pants down, together with his boxers and holy crap, the first thing that got thru my mind was if this will even fit ????

,, I will buy you a new one, I’ll buy you anything you want ahh-‘’ Hoseok said, but I cut him of, giving him one big lick. He grabbed my head and without any word he started fucking my face and since I didn’t have so much experience, I started choking on his dick, saliva dripping down my chest.

That didn’t last long tho, since he pulled me up and pushed me on my bed. I closed my eyes, picturing how amazing it’s going to feel to be filled up with his large member. As he got over me, he started pumping up and down and rubbing his dick over my clit. He pulled me once again up and placed me on his lap, offering me to ride him.

He didn’t have to say anything else, I just positioned my self, his hands on my hips and he slowly started sinking me down onto his dick. It was a feeling I will never fucking forget.

First few seconds, both of us had to get used to it. He leaned his head back on the wall as he breathed heavily. Since I couldn’t wait any longer, placed my hands on his wide shoulders and slowly started moving up and down. I shifted my hips around in circular motions while he just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Now even the fact that he was my mother’s boss didn’t bother me. And the fact that she probably fall asleep thinking about him didn’t bother me either. If I was all the time on my own, then I had to choose and do what I want.

Since my thoughts made me mad, I started moving my hips even faster and of course Hoseok accepted that well. Hoseok was meeting my thrusts. Every time I was about to slide down he would move his hips up, hitting me hard and when he started to hit my g-spot I fucking lost it. I couldn’t help it, I had to moan, but then he did shut me up, pressing his lips against mine.

I closed my eyes, not being able even to move myself. But he gladly did the whole job. Thinking about how we will probably do this more oft also drove me insane. There was some sick thrill of a sexual rendezvous where we could get caught.

,, Oh God, Hoseok.. Fuck.. ‘’ I squeezed my eyes shut tight and he pulled me closer to him so that his lips could attach to my nipple, sucking it lightly.

My back was already arching off, gripping on his arms, shoulders, anything. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I let myself go as I came all over his dick.

He didn’t stop tho, he helped me with my orgasm and honestly. I never had a longer one, it was so damn good. I wished it lasted forever.

But even tho I had my orgasm, Hoseok was far away from his. He turned me around and entered me once again, but this time more aggressively.

He placed his one hand around my throat and started fucking me without any mercy. Not like I needed it. It felt so good.

My muscles gripped his cock tightly as he pushed himself into me deeper and harder. I placed my hand over his one, giving him a small sign that I need air. Of course he immediately left my throat and his hands were on the edges of my bed now.

His moves were so fast and rough that I had to bite his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He kept driving his cock in and out of my pussy, hitting my G-spot once again. Never in my life happened to me, that miracle to cum twice. But here he was, making it all true.

,, Ahh fuck’’ I cried. I nibbled against his neck, smelling his scent, wanting him all over me. Kissing his neck I closed my eyes and tried not to be loud. But I’m sure that we were already too loud. He was fucking me so hard that the bed was literally about to break.

I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his beck, probably leaving some marks, I could feel his precum dripping in my hole. My walls clenched on his cock tightly again and my muscles tried in vain to hold on to the pounding shaft . I could feel his cock tightened up and contracted hard, sending the vibration in my wet hole. After few deep and hard moves, both of us came hard.

Hoseok collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily as his dick was still twitching inside me. He took it out and lied down beside me breathing in my neck.

,, Are you on pills ? ‘’ Hoseok asked me quietly. I looked at him and just slowly shook my head.

,, I’ll get you the best one. From tomorrow you’ll use them.’’ He said and kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

He stood up and wore his boxers. I tried to stand up but the pain between my legs didn’t allow me. So Hoseok had to find me my oversized White shirt and my penties.

Then at my surprise he just got back in the bed and covered us both with my covers.

,, Are you staying ?’’ I asked him confused

,, Yes, is there a problem ?’’ he asked, pulling me closer to him.

,, Well, my mom ? ‘’ I said still confused.

,, Oh don’t worry about that, your mom is the last thing you should worry about’’ he said, covering my back better.

And with his words, I did feel better immediately. After that, all that mattered to me was the comfort of the covers and his strong arms around me.

hope you enjoyed it

Sorry for all the mistakes and typos, I’ll correct them sometimes in future haha

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