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A/N: this one.... biiiitch.... giving you all a little college!harry, he’s so cute 👉🏼👈🏼 enjoy hehe 😈 - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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Harry felt a bit creepy.

It wasn’t as if it was on purpose! No... but she was at all of the places he went. At first he had thought it was a coincidence, but as he developed a routine for his classes, he found that they were often around each other for similar reasons. And usually? He would try and go up, introduce himself, and make a friend. The problem was... she was pretty.

Not like normal pretty. Pretty as in, holy fuck you make me so nervous and perhaps I’ll word vomit, pretty. He was shit at making the first move. She was in his Monday and Friday classes and sat not far from him, he noticed. And they always ended up at the Coffee Bean on Tuesday and Thursdays, sitting not too far from one another again. She got tea with a few cookies, and he got a black coffee and an orange scone. They’d work on their coursework and Harry would wait for her to leave and see her make it to her car before he would leave, not wanting to make it seem like he was following her. He’s found out her name through friends stopping in to see her. It was Y/N. Gorgeous, just like her.

Funny enough, Harry wasn’t the only one who had a bit of a crush. Y/N realized in the second week of classes that Harry was in fact one of the most intimidatingly cool and attractive men she’d ever seen. College boys weren’t supposed to look like that, but he was all soft in his sweaters and baggy pants. She wasn’t sure how he pulled it off so well, but she could admit she was jealous.

Seeing him at the Coffee bean was a relief because well, he walked in after her every time. She assumed it was because he had a class that ended later or something, but it didn’t go unnoticed that he was there. Usually it wasn’t too busy or loud so she could glance at him from the corner of her eye as they sat at one of the big tables. She felt like it would be too weird to talk to him, he seemed so... quiet. She’d never heard him speak, hell, she’d only ever locked eyes with him for milliseconds. Y/N wished she could be one of those girls that could effortlessly flirt, ask for a pencil or something, but she knew she’d freeze up and forget her rehearsed line.

Today however, when Y/N arrived, Harry was already there at his usual spot. Okay, Y/N... act natural. She thought to herself, going to order her usual before walking to boldly take a seat across from him. It would have worked out fine if her tote bag didn’t accidentally catch the corner of one of his books, sending things flying.

“Shit— sorry, I—” Y/N swore, setting her bag on the table before bending down to get the book and a few papers and a pen. Real smooth.

Harry was slightly startled when his shit went flying, but when he saw who had knocked it over, his heart picked up. Oh, shit.

“Oh— it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Harry’s voice was a bit gruff from not using it much today, pushing his chair back and bending down to grab the stuff with her. “S’my fault for putting it so close to the edge. I used to do that at home and my cat would knock it all off.”

Great. Already rambling.

Y/N didn’t register it at first, but he was british? Fuck. If she wasn’t already on her knees she would dropped down anyway, biting her lip to stop any noises that could have escaped. She giggled when he said his cat used to knock things over, “mine too.” She mumbled and went to stand up, feeling a tug at her arm.

“Ah, shit.” Harry had caught his ring in her sweater, pulling one of the threads. “Damn, I’m so sorry.” He blushed slightly, knowing how annoying it was to have a pulled thread. His collection of sweaters was immense, thanks to his nan— and he felt terrible. Damn his chunky things. “They always get caught in mine too but I wear them anyways. I can replace the sweater, if you need.” Damn it. He was trying to come off as smooth... not so nervous. But he was. She was so pretty and she was up close, she smelled like peaches and vanilla and a bit of sweet mint and her hands were so soft.

“Oh no, It’s fine! it’s old anyway— I can just cut it off or tuck it in or something.” Honestly, Y/N would figure it out. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad, it was an accident after all. She let him untangle it, holding her hand still though it seemed like he needed some help. “Smaller fingers...” She mumbled, using her nails to get the thread gently off of the ring. “‘s a nice ring.” Y/N complimented, finally meeting his eyes and feeling the breath leave her lungs at the close proximity. Her lips parted naturally, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.

She was beautiful Harry though he may get sick because wow. Wow. He had imagined holding her hand and kissing her but this exact moment he hadn’t a clue on what to do. So he improvised.

“Are you in the 8 am psych class on Mondays?” He tilted his head. “I know I’ve seen you before.” Oh, he had seen her a lot. Especially in his dreams, day and night. It had been a bit intoxicating, really. At her nod, his grin came on his face. “Sick. S’that what you’re gonna study for?” He didn’t bring up the other class because... it would be embarrassing if she hadn’t noticed him before and he knew all too much. He needed a refill of his coffee though so he grabbed his cup, gently taking her things and placing them on the table next to his. “At least let me buy your stuff though. I feel awful about your sweater.”

“I’m actually just waiting on them to finish making mine, I was on my way to secure a spot but—” Y/N blushed, realizing the mess she had made. “Could you get it for me while you’re up there? It’s for Y/N. I can sit here and watch your stuff.” She felt like that was a subtle way for her to tell him her name.

This was the most she had ever spoken to him and it had been about a month or so that she’d been eyeing him up. She knew he was in her English literature class as well, but psych was her major. Y/N wondered if maybe he too was a psych major, maybe that’s why they sort of had the same schedule? Regardless, she felt a bit nervous making conversation so she spent the time he was away coming up with what she was going to ask him and how she was going to keep the ball rolling. Hopefully she didn’t interrupt his studying, if anything she’d leave him alone.

“Y/N?” He tested it on his tongue out loud for the first time. It tasted good. “Yeah. M’Harry. I’ll be back.” He nodded, going towards the front. His heart going a mile a minute, he couldn’t believe how quickly his luck had changed. He ordered an extra cake pop today, for her. she had said it didn’t matter but to him, it did. Eventually he hoped he could buy her a replacement. Or... maybe she could wear his around. Wow. That would stroke his ego and his fragile heart to the core. He could already see her on his lavender fishermen’s sweater, in front of his fireplace back at home. She would be so cute. The voice calling her name snapped him out of the fantasy, Harry grabbing it and then his own shortly after before returning to the table. “Here. I got the last cake pop for you. Don’t tell anyone I’m the offender.”

“Ooo you’re a dead man if they find out.” Y/N said, looking around before gently taking it from him. “Thank you... that’s sweet.” She blushed, taking a bite of it before taking a sip of her chai latte. Now that she had stuff to fiddle around with she could take a breather and not have to worry about filling space. “But um.. did interrupt something? Don’t want to distract you...” Y/N nodded over to his laptop, secretly hoping that he wasn’t up to much so that she could chat to him. She just wanted to know the basics, literally anything would satisfy her craving. Harry was quite literally her wet dream, she’d been looking all around campus for someone like him to come around. “I uh... I think I’m also in your English lit class? I feel like I see you around often.” Y/N spoke, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “What’s your major?” She felt like this conversation was light, something that would eventually lead into other things like... if he was single and looking for a girlfriend.

“Oh, you’re not bugging me. I’ve kind of been staring at the screen and zoning out if m’honest.” Harry chuckled, embarrassed a little to admit it. But everyone could relate to that, right? “And yeah... actually I think so.” He smiled lightly before taking a sip of his drink. Victory! She had noticed him too. He wasn’t the lonely creep who stared at the first who had no idea who he was. She knew who he was, kind of. He gently drew his sweater over his hands like little paws before going to her question. “English. I want to write and stuff, edit maybe. My dad has a publishing company so, I’m lucky I like a bit of the family business.” He tried to joke, looking at her. God. It was unnerving how beautiful and also, how fucking comfortable she was to be around. What a contrast. “And you? What major?” He took a nibble of his scone, not wanting to make a mess.

English? He’s a writer? Goodness. She was going to lose it.

“That’s cool, any specific genre you like to write?” Y/N asked curiously because well, it would actually tell her a lot about him and the kind of person he was. “I picture some mystery or possibly poetry, could go either way.” She said and squinted her eyes as she looked at him, pretending to size him up. “I can’t say I’m all that interesting, a psych major. Just like every other artsy person who doesn’t exactly want to commit to an art degree.” Y/N chuckled, “still deciding between criminal justice or counseling but... either way I’d be happy to get to pick someone’s brain. She did have the habit of analyzing people but only so she could understand them better. Y/N knew that all people wanted at the core was to be understood and loved for who they are, for the most part. Harry seemed reserved, calm and relaxed, secure in himself that’s for sure. It was extremely attractive.

“Oh? That’s really cool though.” Harry was genuinely interested in what she had to say either way. The major didn’t matter in his interest in her but it gave him information and something to talk about. If she was marketing or math he would be just as interested. “Criminal seems particularly interesting. Like that criminal minds show then? You’ll learn how they work and all of that?” He didn’t really know what it meant or why she had chosen it. “But close. I write romance novels.” He blushed fully. “Don’t judge me for it. But s’easy for me and I’m good at it, or so I’ve been told. I’ve been writing for a while.” He felt himself loosen up as they talked. Even if she intimidated him, she was really nice and sweet. “Poetry too, lots of it. But romance is my main thing, I’d like to do novels and that sort of stuff.” He could see she didn’t think it was lame, rather interesting. Which was a major relief. He wanted to impress her, so so badly.

“Sorta, yeah. Like... being able to predict a criminal's next move, psychologically.” Y/N explained and shrugged, “feel like it’s really fun and interesting but terrifying all at once. Dunno if I could actually interview a criminal without feeling like it was going to cry.” She let out a laugh, knowing she was quite soft. Her face lit up when he said he wrote romance novels. Wow. Well, as if he wasn’t a character right out of a romcom himself! She felt like that’s what this was. A romcom. Bumping into him at a coffee shop like a scene straight from one. “Really?! So you’re a proper romantic then? Buy the last cake pop for every girl, hmm?” She gave him a bashful smile. The very last thing she was doing was judge, she was more so thinking about their wedding. Yep. Already. Daydreaming because she swore she’d hit the jackpot. Wasn’t even sure if he liked her yet, but she was hopeful. After all, she’d turned on her charm.

“I guess I am.” Harry smirked to himself slightly at the good reception. Damn. He had been so worried and hesitant- he should have just talked to her. She wasn’t... that scary. Only a little bit.

He let her talk a bit more about her degree and Harry went on to speak about his favorite authors, and then the conversation shifted towards their classes and how he had been struggling slightly in psych— which led to her offering to help. Harry was shocked because honestly he hadn’t expected it from her, but he was pleased. He was happy to have an excuse to hang out with her more. See more of her and be able to teach himself to relax properly around her. He felt like a damn wind up toy, giddy and excited.

“That would be so helpful, if you could. And if you don’t mind.” He stressed. “I have a place off campus, if you’d want to go there? I’ll buy you some pizza or something for your help.” He was a giver and if it meant getting a $20 pizza for her because he wanted good quality, then he would!

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Y/N was practically jumping up and down with joy in her mind, this was a turn of events. She went from secretly crushing on him to being invited over his house in only a few hours. “I can never say no to pizza, but it’s really no problem. They say if you can teach it to someone else then you truly understand it so it’ll be a good test for me. Y/N also knew that they wouldn’t just study. Come on. It was a Friday night and study was practically code for hook up, especially considering he had invited her to his place and not the library. She had to prepare, had to make sure she looked cute and everything. She’d shower before hand too, the whole nine. “I can be there around 6?” Y/N suggested, checking her calendar app even though she already knew when she could come. She had to at least look like she wasn’t jumping at the idea.

“That’s cool. Uh— here, if you want I can put my number in your phone and whenever you want I can text you the address?” Oh, fuck. How, how the tables have turned. He had gone from wistfully staring at her every day to having a scheduled study session with her, the girl he’d been practically having wet dreams about. Having a full conversation and then her having his number! He was giddy and playing with the sleeves of his sweater as a result of the excited nerves. “Do you have any allergies? I do have a kitten at home.” He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t have to put Marie away. He loved his baby but he wanted to try something and see if she would be cool with him in a private setting. It would be less hard to talk about deeper things without people around. He took her phone from her and typed in his number, adding his name with a little 📚 after it. That wasn’t too much, right?

“Aw you do! I have one too, well... he thinks he’s a big boy.” Y/N shook her head at the thought of her sweet little Milo. Despite not doing anything she planned to do at the coffee shop, it still felt like a productive day in her eyes. Finally getting to chat with Harry felt like a breath of fresh air and he wasn’t all that scary now that she got to chatting with him. She took her phone back and smiled at the cute little emoji, sending him a text to let him know it was her before hesitantly getting up. “Alright well, I gotta get back to my kitten... but, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N smiled, watching him stand up as well. The two of them walked out of the coffee shop and to their cars, Y/N being bold enough to give him a hug before opening her car door. “Night!” She was surprised with herself. Y/N was proud, completely over the moon and honestly she wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep tonight.

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Harry laid out on the bed that night with Marie on his chest. He had told her all about how the pretty Y/N had met him and that she would be coming over. The pretty cat was a long haired white kitty, and she purred along with Harry as he spoke. She liked hearing Harry be happy. It made him want to squeak when he heard his phone buzz and a little text from her popped up— he saved her as ‘Y/N 🌼’ because he felt like it fit. Part of him wanted to put a heart but he would be mortified if she saw and thought it was weird. She wore a yellow flower shirt one day so he figured that’s what he could excuse it as.

‘Hey, happy to hear from you! :) I hope your kitty is doing well. I meant to ask, you aren’t vegetarian are you?’

Y/N smiled at his text and attached a photo of her gray kitten laying across the top of her head while she laid down.

‘Yes, he’s quite cozy.’

‘I am actually! But I’m not too fussy.’

She couldn’t help it, she loved animals and she couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore. Occasionally, she would indulge in a chicken nugget or seafood, but for the most part she didn’t feel like she had to.

‘I’m going to get some sleep though, Good night Harry 💓’

That wasn’t too much was it? It was just a heart! She sent them to everyone. Y/N stayed up for a good ten minutes just digesting the day. Tomorrow would be even better, she had a feeling.

——

Harry was... well, he wasn’t sure how to describe the emotion. When Niall inevitably quizzed him on why he was acting strange, the best he had come up with was a mix of nerves and giddiness, also terror and extreme happiness. He was going to hang out with the girl he had been silently crushing on— and they had been texting quite frequently in the short time they had each other’s numbers. Was this going to be a regular thing? Was it going to blossom into more? He knew that he had wasted time before, not talking to her. She wasn’t scary! No... she was so sweet and kind and beautiful and everything she said made him a literal heart eye emoji. She had taken to sending him random photos, even so quickly in and it felt comfortable. He had even sent her a shot of Marie on the counter this morning, on top of his school notes. It was odd. The excitement he felt when he heard the bing from his phone of the vibration in his pocket... it was incredible. He liked this feeling. Damn it. This was such a new thing. He wanted to do more.

He saw her in class, watching as she crept in a bit after the last call should be with a sheepish smile on her face. He waved to her silently and watched her climb up, his heart beating quicker when she chose a seat closer to his than before. She wanted to sit near him? He clutched the rainbow patchwork sweater by the sleeves and fiddled with the cuffs, nerves and excitement swirling in his tummy.

If class wasn’t already on, Y/N knew she would have tried to spark up some conversation with Harry, but for now all she could manage was passing him a note.

‘I like your cardigan :)’

It was really cute. Most of Harry’s wardrobe was and in her dream world she already stole a few to wear. English literature wasn’t exactly the most exciting class, but Harry seemed invested. Y/N enjoyed watching him focus and take notes while she mostly doodled some random flowers and bears in her notebook. Her mind was thinking about what she was going to wear to his house and how she definitely needed a shower before and that she had to put on the lotion that matched her perfume. Was she overthinking this? Maybe. Of course it was just a study date, but you could never be too sure where things could go. And if they did— she wanted to be ready.

He knew that he needed to contain himself but his smile made it hard. She liked his cardigan. The random compliment had him feeling mushy and happy and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks as he clicked his pen and wrote back to her.

‘Thanks :) my nan knitted it for me. I like your little head band.’

He passed it back before opening his notebook back up. Her stare could be felt and he wanted to smirk a little at it because, well, who wouldn’t? She was so great, and he wanted to experience more of her but he was trying to not rush shit. He was a romance writer after all. All of it felt so in tune with his own wants and he had a hard time believing it was real. Sweet little Y/N wanted to hang out with him and she complimented his cardigan!

‘Awe!! That’s cute and thank youuuu 🥰’

She drew him a little smiley face with hearts around it, felt like it was very on brand for her and her emotive texting. Y/N felt all giddy because she had made a new friend but she was really hoping they wouldn’t just be friends.

Y/N knew she was hard to read because she was generally nice to everyone and honestly, Harry seemed to be the same way. She could only assume he liked her because he asked her to hang out so quickly. And he’d bought her a cake pop and was planning on buying pizza tonight. Was it a date then? Gosh, she needed to stop reading into it. Her leg kept bouncing up and down, mind trying to refocus and thankfully, their professor was discussing something she too had noticed in her reading. She still managed to steal quick glances at Harry for the rest of the class, giving him shy little smiles. It wasn’t till class ended that she ended up speaking to him, but even that was quick. She needed to get home and get ready.

Harry had gotten a quick hi, and a ‘see you tonight!’ With her hand brushing his arm before she skipped off to.. wherever she went. And that had him nearly sprinting home. Cleaning top to bottom, vacuum, scrub, vacuum again. Changed his sheets— why, he wasn’t sure— put his laundry in the basket, filled up Marie’s food and water, fluffed the pillows, cleaned the windows and coffee table... he did it all. Even cleaned out the fridge! Like she would care? Harry didn’t know. All he did know was that he was finally showered and smelled nice, hair fixed and the pumpkin patch candle was lit! The tv was on low because he was nervous and needed some filler noise to keep himself from overthinking.

Y/N was doing the same, not cleaning her apartment but cleaning herself. She stripped out of her clothes when she got home and immediately got into the shower, taking one of those full maintenance ones for good measure. Once she was positive she was squeaky clean and smelled nice, she jumped out to take the next steps. God, she really wanted to impress him. He’d been her crush for a while and she needed this. She wanted to look like she didn’t put in my effort when she did so she decided to put on some light makeup and chose an outfit that was more laid back. Usually, she was seen wearing sweaters and jeans, nothing too fancy, so that’s exactly what she settled on. Y/N wanted to look warm and inviting.

Milo mewed beneath her feet as she collected all her study supplies, rubbing against her ankles in need of attention. “I’m sorry bubs, I know I didn’t get to spend lots of time with you today but don’t be too mad.” Y/N pouted, picking him up and giving him a cuddle for a few minutes. She held him up to her chest as she finished up, deciding she needed to leave now.

‘Leaving now, be there in 20 ✨’

She sent, hopping into her car with nerves bubbling up in her stomach. God, she really hoped tonight went well.

——

When Harry heard the knock at the door he shot up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before forcing himself to be slow, walking to the door. And when he opened it, it really did feel like being hit in the gut. Seeing someone so beautiful, so up close? It got to him. He had to admit that. Y/N has this natural beauty that he drooled over. That felt like a hit. Every time he saw her he swore she got more beautiful.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, opening the door up for her. “Come inside. Marie is wandering around so I have to close the door. A little escape artist, she is.” He joked, letting her scurry in and close the door behind her.

“Hey! Oop— okay!” Y/N giggled and stepped past him into his apartment. It was very cute and very tidy. Y/N felt a little flutter in her belly, it was freshly cleaned. She stepped out of her shoes before further examining the decor. The style was something she very much expected for Harry, it was cozy and artsy. Lots of earth tones and that sweet autumn smell coming from the candle made her feel that much more excited. “It’s so nice in here! I love the pillows.” Y/N complimented, liking how some were fluffy and some had funky patterns on them. It was then that she heard a meow from below, Marie sniffing at her sock covered toes. “Oh hi there... sorry if you can smell Milo on me, gave me lots of snuggles before I left.” Y/N cooed down to the kitten, dropping down so she was closer to the ground and extended her hand for her to sniff and get used to.

Y/N realized this was very real now, especially because he had gone out of his way to make his place look nice. Most guys wouldn’t care, but maybe Harry did this for everyone. When she stood back up and turned to face him, she got a whiff of him and noticed his semi damp hair. He showered too. Oh—

Harry smiled at her and Marie, happy his kitten seemed to like her. Usually she would sniff his friends and run off but she began to weave over her legs and beg for pets. He was in awe. Christ. She had him by the balls already.

“Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got diet soda... apple juice, lots of teas. And water.” He hummed, going into the kitchen with her behind him. It was an open concept though, the kitchen the first thing near the door and it opened into a large living area, the hall down going to the master bedroom. It was simple but perfect for him in college. He gave her a moment to think it over as he looked at her. So cozy and... cuddly. He wanted to slide his hands under her sweater and feel her warm skin and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, let her fingers play through his hair.

“Apple juice sounds good.” Y/N smiled, having picked up Marie at this point to carry her into the kitchen with them. She had a feeling she’d get along just great with Milo if they ever got to meet. “You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Y/N cooed at the kitten, seeing her comfortably settled against her. “Does your Daddy spoil you with snuggles too?” She asked toying with her little paw before looking up at Harry with a smile. He had fumbled a bit with the lid of the juice at her words which made her giggle, “How are you? How was your day today?” Y/N was genuinely curious, deciding to make some small talk before actually sitting down. In her head she could already imagine the two of them hanging out here constantly, tangled up in one another, kissing and laughing and doing all the cute things that Harry likely wrote about in his stories.

“I’m— im good.” Harry’s mouth was dry. He knew that she hadn’t meant anything by it, but he heard her say ‘daddy’ in reference to him, and his stupid cock had jumped, tummy felt hot. Damn it. He wished he wasn’t so deprived but... she had been at the forefront of his mind. “It was a good day. I was happy to talk to you. You’re fun to talk to.” He meant it too. She was so interesting and funny and he was completely whipped and okay with it. Damn. He wished he had maybe a bit more restraint with his imagination but he didn’t. Not at all. “I have a harder time meeting people... i can be a little shy sometimes. I’m in my own head a lot you know? I have my core group of friends but... it’s hard to get to know people. I want to know them.” Her. That translates to her.

“Yeah?” Y/N felt her heart jump. He was happy to speak with her even just a little bit? He wanted to talk to her and get to know her? It wasn’t just a one sided thing. They were both making an effort in their own way and she was thinking someone had to break the tension. “I’m happy you think so.” Y/N blushed, “I um... I also like talking to you.” She had her little friend group as well but she never thought she’d actually end up being friends with Harry. Listening to him explain how reserved he was definitely made her feel special though. He chose to open up to her, she was special enough for that and that made her cheeks grow warm once again. “I’ll tell you just about anything you want to know.” Y/N smiled, hesitantly placing Marie down before taking a few steps closer to him to get her glass of apple juice.

“Ooooh, a little daunting. Anything? Your social security number?” Harry was joking. Trying to clear the air and make her relax because she was a bit shy too and he wanted her to be comfortable here. This place should be a good spot for her. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch with him, Marie trailing after Y/N. Little traitor had a new favorite already but... he couldn’t say he could blame her. “I dunno... it’s hard sometimes, in this age to make genuine friendships. Feels like everyone’s already got their friend groups and you don’t want to infringe upon them yeah? And... I write a lot. I’m not a partier. Not to sound cliche but again.... I’m a writer.” He chuckled.

“I said just about!” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head to herself at his joke. She felt like she was an open book, she was pretty open with the things she liked and generally she aimed to spread positivity and love where she could. Her hobbies included lots of things, music, knitting, reading, gardening. That kind of stuff. “But yeah, I get that... I’ve been pretty content with my group of friends, though I think most people are open to making new ones. At least I am... I am a bit shy though.” Y/N took a sip of her apple juice before setting it down on the coffee table again. “Yeah, you said. Romance novels.” She smiled and leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. “What sorts of romance novels?” What? Could you blame her for wanting to know what sort of content was in them? Maybe it could give her some insight on what he wanted.

“Oooooh. Hard hitting stuff.” Harry huffed out playfully. “I’m... it’s a variety, I think. I’ve done supernatural, classic tropes, historical romance was very fun. I am partial to enemies to lovers or forbidden romances though. They’re the most fun to write.” Y/N genuinely looked like she cared so he continued. “I’ve been trying out different stuff but....” he blushed again. “I’m... looking at erotica right now.” It wasn’t something he usually would blurt out but hey, she seemed trustworthy. Plus she didn’t seem like she would judge either. It was a new favorite of his. The rawness of it and writing sex scenes... it was amazing. Reading it, writing it, he thought he could do some on the side and sell it under a pen name. It would be a fun thing to try.

Erotica. This man sat down and wrote detailed sex scenes, likely kinky, for fun? Thankfully she didn’t have any juice in her mouth because it surely would have been spat out.

“H-how are you finding it?” She asked, reaching for her apple juice because she felt like she couldn’t sit still now. How else was she supposed to go about things when all she could think about was sex. Sex with him specifically. Y/N wasn’t blind, she knew that Harry was very attractive and very much gifted with beautiful hands. She could only assume he would have a wonderful cock as well. She knew there was no way someone so quite couldn’t have the filthiest of minds, she knew hers was. Her fantasies were where she roamed free.

“I mean... I do like it a lot, actually. I hope that doesn’t come across as creepy or pervy but I like to be able to write something like that. It’s freeing, in a sense.” Harry couldn’t really properly describe why but, he was a kinky dude. You’d never think it. He was soft and wore sweaters a lot and drank tea at home from a kitty mug but he was.... a kinky fucker. And he loved sex. There was just something about it. He wanted to try more and more of it but he had a tendency to get attached to his partners, even hook ups... so he had put that on a hault.

“I’d like to read some...” Y/N felt like at some point, she’d want to read his writing. If he felt comfortable now she didn’t mind. It was just writing, wasn’t it?

“You want to?” She looked at him with bright eyes and her a fast nod so Harry decided to say, fuck it. If they were going to work as friends... or lovers, which is what Harry really wanted... she would need to accept this side. He grabbed his laptop and boosted it on, letting himself grab the latest completed scene. “Here. You can read this, i'll order the pizza.” There were obvious nerves in his belly from letting her read filthy smut from his computer but Y/N... she was different. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but she was.

They were meant to be studying.

That was long forgotten though as Y/N nodded and got comfortable on the couch with his laptop sat in her lap. It felt a bit taboo, but she figured she could separate the writer from the story.

The scene was from a male character’s perspective, describing him having a long and hard day at work where all he could think about was his partner. Y/N felt her face get progressively warmer as the character spoke about his partner, she couldn’t help but imagine this was how Harry was when he was horny and needy.

Y/N knew that if she was his, she would certainly brighten up his mood after a tough day at work. Seeing her own name in the document however proved that Harry thought the same. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head, her eyes lifting from the screen to look up at him as he ordered the pizza completely unaware of her discovery.

This is what he imagined? This is what he wanted to do.... with her?

Harry ordered two cheese pizzas and some cinnamon dessert thing because there was a a special going on. He had thought about getting more but he didn’t want to go overboard with it, so he finished the order. Thank god for online ordering.

“Okay... it’ll be here in 25 minutes I think.” He hummed, looking up and freezing slightly. She looked blushy and her eyes wide as she read the post and he wondered why she looked a bit startled. “Hey... y’alright love?” He asked quietly. God damn it. Had he freaked her out too much? Was it just too much in general for the first time they properly hung out? He couldn’t remember exactly what scene he had pulled up. Just that it was recent, a billionaire type of thing.

Y/N casually moved the laptop on to the coffee table without answering his question. She didn’t think twice before she climbed on to his lap, hands settling on his shoulders. Sure, it was a risky move, but after what she’d read? She felt like she had to make her move. She wanted to be just as hot and sexy as he had imagined her to be. Harry’s shocked expression made her smile, hand going up to cup his cheek.

“You left my name in the document...” Y/N’s voice spoke low and slow, thumb brushing over his now parted lips. Never did she think she could be so bold so soon, but fuck did it feel good. She felt so powerful, so sexy, and so so horny. “Thought about me riding your cock so much you wrote about it?” Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss the skin just below his ear before nibbling at the skin. “Noticed me before we properly met... thought about me... is this what you wanted, baby?”

Harry blanked.

Oh. fuck.

He hadn’t expected her to climb into his lap. Climbing on and straddling him, cupping his cheek, talking in that hot little voice that had his cock filling a bit. Holy fucking shit.

“Oh—” He was cut off by her thumb over her lip. She was into it, into him. How had this happened? He had to be dreaming. But... no. Her heat was too real to be a dream. Her eyes too clear and dark, her smell too real. It was real. “Y-yeah...” He whispered, gasping when she kissed his skin, hand grabbing her waist. Oh, hell. Under his pants, his cock was quickly hardening. You couldn’t blame him, his dream woman, his crush, was straddling his lap and kissing his neck. Talking like this.

“Thought about it ‘lots.” He muttered. She was so bold for this and that was something he found so sexy. When her teeth scraped his skin and bit down a bit harder, a dark groan left his mouth, hand on her waist tightening. “Holy shit... Y/N.”

“Hmm... feels good?” Y/N questioned, licking over the spot that she bit before moving to a new one. “Think I can make you cum in 25 minutes?” Y/N felt like she could take on the challenge, his cock was already hardening beneath her and she was a bit of foreplay away from being completely soaked. “Wanna try all of it, yeah?” Y/N muttered, nipping at the spot just where his jawline met his neck. “Riding your cock.... you bending me over, can choke me too. Please do...” She moaned at the thought, her hormones completely taking over. He still seemed to be frozen, despite his hand now on her waist so she moved her hips forward a little bit and tugged at his hair. “Wanna make you feel good.”

Y/N had a kink for giving but it seemed Harry did as well. She expected a needy hook up, rough touches, quickness, pure lust. It’s exactly what she needed. It’s been a while since she’d hooked up with anyone and she was desperate for Harry to break her dry spell.

“Ah, shit.” Harry hissed. The tug at his hair sent a shock of hot arousal down his spine. That got him going so quickly. She wanted to fuck? Right now? He would be a fool to say no, and he wasn’t raised a fool. “Yeah? Y’want to ride my cock?” He asked lowly. “Fucks sake... I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He never would have guessed it from her either but... they were here. And he was snapped out of his shock by the tug, and now he was ready to do whatever the fuck she let him. “What did y’want the most, love? Tell me.” He had taken into account that she wanted to be choked, raising a hand to gently cuff her throat, bringing her close to his face. The confidence was soaring now, and all because she was leaking it. She wanted it, desperately. “I said, tell me.” He gave a quick squeeze to her throat. “Want to know what you need.”

“Need your cock, daddy.” Y/N moaned out, eyes blown and glazed over with desire. Y/N could feel the tension in her bones, cunt throbbing and aching to be touched. “Need you so bad, please— wanted you for so long, please make me cum, please!” She pleaded, fully giving into the fantasy. Y/N was never one to hold back and from what she had read, he certainly didn’t want her to. Her body felt like it was on fire, hands grabbing fist fulls of his sweater in hopes that he’d just take it off. Y/N wasn’t sure what type of body would be beneath it, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel his warm skin, lick and kiss all that she could while she worked her magic. Y/N waited for his directions, falling into the submissive role easily despite her initial approach. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have to re-write that scene.”

Harry was going to give this girl any fucking thing she wanted. He let her guide his sweater off, the cool air hitting his skin not even getting a chance because her hands and mouth were all over him. It was like she had fallen into a heat, and Harry.... he loved it. He placed his hands under her sweater, feeling her hands smooth over his chest as she kissed at his neck and over his jaw. Her skin was hot under the sweater, his hands gripping her waist and smoothing over her hips, going up and sip to her ribs where he realized— fuck.

“Not wearing a fucking bra?” He hissed. “Jesus... you’re a little minx, aren’t you? Off with this.” He spoke lowly, grabbing the ends of it but barely had a shot before Y/N ripped it off of her body. Fucks sake. She was sexier than he had ever imagined. “My god... you’re so sexy, baby.” He whispered, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Kissing the hot skin between them, working his way up with the wet, open mouthed kisses to her throat.

“Oh Daddy...” Y/N’s body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth on her, head falling back as she let out a happy sigh. He seemed to like her hand in his hair so she happily gripped at his locks as he scattered kisses over her skin. “Come ‘ere...” She whined, guiding him up to her lips. “Wanna taste your mouth.” Making eye contact with him in this moment felt intimate. All those quick glances in classes and at the coffee shop, all the day dreaming, it all built up to this moment where she fully felt she could let herself let go. The both of them wanted this, it was so reassuring, this was a safe space and they could do whatever they wanted. Y/N’s body rolled forward, pushing him further back onto the couch and angling her hips so she could tease the both of them before she let herself have it. Fuck was he hard... and full. Another moan left her lips, sounding more like a plea and cry for more.

“Fuck me... you’re needy. I love it.” Harry hissed, pulling her mouth to his. It wasn’t soft. No, this kiss... it was hot. Heavy. Her mouth opened and immediately he dragged his tongue inside, meeting hers. She tasted like the apple juice and a bit of mint, and he could groan just from how good it was. Sweet little Y/N wasn’t too innocent at all. “Fuck— keep teasing me like that. S’like you want to end up crying.” He had a feeling now that she did. She wanted his cock inside of her pussy, thrusting in and out and letting herself soak him. Yeah... he wanted it too. “Keep calling me daddy. You’re so dirty. Who would have fucking... known.” He spoke between the kisses, hands going for her jeans. He wanted them off, like hours ago. He was finally going to get her. “M’gonna lay you out in my bed after... first m’gonna fuck you, but M’gonna clean out your cunt with my tongue. And then M’gonna take you again. Yeah?” She has come for studying but was staying for hot sex and he hoped to turn it into a nice marathon. He had all weekend and he was hoping she wouldn’t have to go. He had too many idea for her. “Gonna let daddy lick it up?”

“Fuck— yes, gonna let daddy have his way with me...” She kept her hips rolling against his slowly, keeping the rhythm in check with the passionate kiss they were sharing. Y/N already knew this was going to be the best sex of her life, the kiss alone let her know that. His tongue would work wonders on her cunt and she’d be more than happy to return the favor. Hesitantly, Y/N began to stand to get her jeans off, one of her hands staying put on the back of his neck so the kiss didn’t break. She let him fiddle with the zipper, feeling his fingers hook both her jeans and underwear before yanking them down to which Y/N let out a little squeal.

Y/N knew she had to pull away from the kiss for air but she didn’t want to, waiting till the very last minute until she couldn’t anymore and went to get his jeans off.

“Come on. Be good.” He murmured against her lips, brushing his hips up so she could get his pants off. She tugged and easily they came down, Harry kicking them off as he pulled her back in his lap. His hands gripped her bare ass and groaned when she pushed into them, not thinking twice before pulling his hand back and smacking it the sound rang in the room and she let out the most sexy noise against his mouth, making him hiss. Fuck. He wanted her so fucking badly. This girl... she was everything. One hand went to feel and fuck. Fuck shit, motherfuck, it was wet. She was so, wet. “Jesus— you’re so wet. Baby— holy shit, you’re soaked.” He whispered. “S’cause of me? You wanted daddy’s cock this bad?” He pulled his fingers off slightly, the arousal still stringing to his fingers. He placed them at her mouth and pushed them in. “That’s it. Clean them up, sweet girl. You’re so filthy, y’know that? Precious little thing. So slick and hot, want cock so fucking bad don’t you?” He cooed, feeling her suck on the digits. “Now.... rub it against your pussy. Don’t put it in yet. get it wet.”

Y/N sucked at his fingers as if it were her job, making sure to treat it like she would his cock which included eye contact. She loved looking at him, seeing his hungry expression and his eyes that seemed to say so much more than he did. Even the feeling of her cunt sliding over his cock sent tingles up her spine. It had never affected her this much with other guys, but she assumed it was different with Harry because she had wanted him for so long. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling a gush of wetness accumulate when he pushed his fingers in farther. Harry was hot in ways she couldn’t explain, there were little things he did that just hit the spot and made her want to fuck him even harder. Y/N was practically bouncing on his cock, aching for him to let her have it inside.

“You’re such a good girl. Listening so fucking well.” Harry took his fingers from her mouth, smirking at the whine and slight chasing of his fingers when he placed it on her breast. She gave it all to him and honestly, he was ready to just... lose it. “Go ahead. Take what you want.” It was not even a moment later that he felt her begin to sink down. She was tight— so damn tight, and he choked slightly at just how good the squeeze was. He let out a hiss, head thrown back in the couch as the slick, hit cunt sucked over him, squeezing hard as she stretched open slowly. “Holy fuck.” He growled, gripping both hips now and looking at her with a darkness in his eyes. “You’re so bloody tight— Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so good.” He whispered.

“Daddy!” She whimpered as she slid farther down on his cock until she couldn’t fit anymore of him in. “I’m so full— feels so good.” Her eyes rolled back a bit as she began to bounce at a slowed rhythm. Small moans and little huffs came from her throat with every stroke of her hips, it wasn’t until she felt warmed up that she actually went for it. Y/N shifted so that she had better balance, keeping her hands on his shoulders before dropping back down on his cock. “Fuck!” She squeaked, making sure to clench one her way back up before repeating the action at a quicker pace. It felt incredible. He was touching every little part of her, feeling small waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. “Daddy! Fuck— feels so good ahhh!” Her moans were pornographic, whiny, desperate and needy. She didn’t even know she could sound like that, but apparently it was possible when she was as thirsty for cock as she was.

Never would he have guessed that this would be the outcome of their hang out. He had hoped, sure. Dreamed? Absolutely. But the reality was so much better. He had the hot, wet and extremely tight pussy gliding up and down his cock. She was moaning, tits bouncing in his face, and she was vocal. More than he could have asked for. The infatuation he had with her was only growing.

“Fuck, you’re a good girl. Such a perfect little cunt. Like bouncing on my cock, hm? Knew you’d be the perfect girl for me. Keep going.” His hand squeezed her ass, encouraging her to work herself on him. “Feels so full, yeah? Such a big cock filling such a little pussy. A nice stretch for you hm? So eager to be filled up...” her face was of pure bliss and Harry couldn’t help but take a mental photo. He hoped this could happen more than this once. “Knew you’d be good for me. Throwin’ yourself in my lap and begging to be fucked. Never guessed you’d be such a little slut, but I love it.” He took his hand, bringing it down sharply on her ass.

“Fuck!” Y/N gasped, her own hand moving to cuff his neck. It wasn’t as effective as him doing it to her, but it got the point across. The both of them grabbing at each other roughly, him thrusting up into her each time she slammed down. It could only be described as pure ecstasy, surely the hottest sex she had ever had. She needed him, she needed him to cum. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from leaning down to kiss his mouth again, making a mess of the two of them. “You’re so fucking good— love your cock, daddy... fucking love it!” She moaned between kisses, increasing her pace just enough so she could fuck him hard and steady. “I want you to cum for me daddy, wanna feel it nice and deep.” Thank fuck for IUDs. “Want you to fill me up while I cum all over your cock, can you do that for me? Can you cum with me?”

He was panting, lowering himself so he could properly thrust into her sopping cunt. He hadn’t gotten any in so long but this blew any and everyone out of the water. No one could ever understand how good this was. All the pining and imagining had come to an even better conclusion.

“I’ll do it... but you... gotta promise me.” He growled, giving a particularly sharp thrust inside of her, making her wail. “Promise me I can do it again. Let me have this pussy more.” He didn’t want it to end if it was the only time he could get it. It was too good to let go of. Drooling all over his cock and her soft whimpers and dirty words had him more worked up than anything else. “Promise, baby, and I’ll let you have my cum.”

“Promise— I promise— fuck!” She felt her breath get caught in her throat at the particularly hard thrusts Harry was giving her. “Please Daddy, please give it to me.” Y/N whimpered, moving her hands so they cupped his cheeks, keeping eye contact with him as they continued to relentlessly thrust into each other. There was nothing more satisfying, nothing that managed to hit every part of her both physically and spiritually and made her feel so alive. When you’ve wanted something for so long it makes getting it that much better and she knew that she’d always be chasing this high that only he could give her. “I’m so close, fuck, daddy—“ She mumbled between kisses, squeezing around him and continuing at her pace to bring herself to the perfect high. “Cum with me daddy, please— ah!”

Harry would work on his stamina next round. But after the whole thing, he was close to losing his mind. She was giving him the most tempting offer and he wasn’t going to give it up.

“Oh— fuck me.” He thrusted in again and again before he let himself go. Feeling her clench up around him and sob against his mouth, he let out a deep growl as he buried himself deep. Hot cum shooting inside of her cunt, rocking his hips in to get it all in there. There was no doubt that this was some of the most intense sex of his life but he was almost ready to go again, as soon as it ended. Holding her shivering form, her orgasm was tapering, he could feel her clenching still. “That’s it. Take all of it inside of you. Good girl.”

Y/N gripped Harry’s shoulders, loud screams of pleasure coming straight from her throat. There were no words to describe the high, she almost felt out of her own body as he showered her with praise. With her body shaking and face contorting with a silent scream, she found it in her to come back down letting out a pathetic whimper.

“Daddy—” She swallowed thickly, mouth finding his messily, pressing kisses to his lips and his face. The two of them were both lightly covered in sweat, breathing heavily and enjoying each other’s company. Y/N was far too blissed out to think about what just happened, but blissed out enough to know there would be many more rounds of this tonight. Y/N smiled as she nuzzled against his neck, still sponging kissing to his dampened skin. “Better?” She mumbled, smirking against his skin a bit.

“Mm.” He hummed, hands holding her hips still. Holy hell. This was the beginning of an amazing weekend- because he didn’t plan on letting her out at all, if he could help it’ he wanted her to stay, to let him indulge in her. “So fucking good.” He muttered lowly, rubbing his hand up her back and smoothing over her skin. Fucks sake. This was paradise. Nothing could pop him out of this.

At least, that was until the doorbell rang.

“Ah, fuck. The pizza.”

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handcoversheart-76 · 3 years

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Peter starts wearing these sweaters- big and soft and warm. The sleeves hang a little bit past his wrists and the material has all of these little fuzzy lint balls, so when he steps into the sunlight that's streaming from the window he looks like he's glowing. Sometimes he'll wear one that's off-white and he'll look like the swirl of Sam's french vanilla latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon that he gets in an early morning (just a coffee with a little milk for Peter though), and sometimes he'll wear one that's dark green and rich, making the depth in his brown eyes widen and the intensity in his face deepen when he's lost in thought.

Sam spends a lot of time looking at Peter now. More than he did before. And he looked at him a lot before. He's not even ashamed to admit it. It's one of his official pastimes now- work on American Vandal with Peter, talk to Gabi about Peter, and look at Peter while he wears his sweaters.

He spends a lot of time wondering about Peter too.

He wonders whether Peter's sweaters are actually as soft as the seem in the glow of the morning. He wonders if the inside is scratchy against the skin- or maybe it's fuzzy like the Sherpa pullovers Gabi and her friends wear. He wonders about the warmth collected there, about the way Peter will stand when he's deep in thought, his arms crossed, hands tucked under his own armpits, chewing at his bottom lip. He wonders whether the sweater smells like him at the end of the day- like old books stored in a library and eraser shavings and vanilla from the servings of his mom's tres leches that he brought in to split with Sam at lunch.

"-television light will make the film seem crisp, but we don't want the subjects to look like they're undergoing a surgery," Peter is saying, flipping through ring light options. A bulb busted on their old one- they've been placing bets on it to see how long it'd last. Sam said at least a week. Peter said three days. Giving over ten bucks for losing was worth it when Peter did that knowing little tsk at him that makes Sam's stomach flutter. "Maybe we can try something softer to change things up. Make things seem more inviting."

Sam absently wonders if Peter's philosophy works with clothing too- the softer the better.

It certainly serves to make things more inviting.

"-or, I don't know, harsh is cool, I mean, we want to be taken seriously, right?"

Sam has just enough mind to make a noise of agreement. Only half of him is paying attention. the other half is wondering whether Peter's neck is warm under the collar of his coffee colored sweater. maybe if Sam tucked his fingers under there, pressed against the warm skin, nudged against the beating pulse that's hidden away-

"-maybe I'll buy an elephant lamp and put it right in the middle of the room by the subject's feet so that when we film there's an elephant silhouette going across their faces."

Sam blinks. "What?" He croaks.

Peter glares halfheartedly. "I knew you weren't listening. Should I go light shopping by myself? Cause i wouldn't mind cashing this in as an spam favor."

Sam flushes, shaking his head, knocking his brain back on track. "I- no, I'm listening. Save your spam for this weekend or something cause I want to clock mine in for the week of winter break."

"The week of winter break?" Peter frowns. "What type of favor are you gonna ask for?"

Sam's mouth moves faster than his brain does, and he goes, "I might be cold."

"Y- you might be cold?"

"Yes." Sam says blankly. He wants to pass away. "Cold. That is what I will be on the week of winter break. Maybe. Possibly."

"Are you planning to be cold or is this just-" Peter cuts himself off, interrupting his own line of thinking the way that he does sometimes and Sam, not for the first time, wants to kiss his nose. "How am I supposed to help you with this?"

"Sweaters." And that's the only thing that comes out of his stupid, gay mouth.

Oh god.

Peter's nose wrinkles. "You mean my sweaters?"

Sam just nods miserably. He's so far down. He might as well keep digging.

"You..." Peter falters, squints, tilts his head like a Labrador puppy. "You want to cash in your favor by asking my for my sweaters when you're cold?"

"You always look really warm?" Sam says, voice rising and making it a question. It's the only excuse he can think of, sue him.

Peter is quiet for a moment. Thinking. Sam is also thinking. He's thinking about how quickly he could get out of this situation if he stood up, went over to the window, unlocked it and just pitched himself out face first. It would be fine he decides. He'd plead a bout of insanity and then Peter will write off this whole sweater spiel as a figment of Sam's mental break and everything will be like it never happened.

Besides, a broken face is better than a bout of embarrassment. A broken face would only last for, what, a year and some change tops? Embarrassment lasts for a lifetime.

Sam is still mulling over his window plan when peter peels off his sweater- which, oh my god malfunction, malfunction, there is a brief flash of skin right in front of Sam, oh my god- and chucks it at Sam. Sam fumbles to catch it, blinking with huge eyes.

Peter looks a little bit red as he adjusts his tee. "There- uh- so you don't have to waste your favor on being cold."

"oh." Sam doesn't dare look down at the sweater in his hands. "Um. Thank you."

Peter nods jerkily, eyes drifting to the side. "Don't mention it. Anyway, so- the light-"

And Peter turns away, determinedly moving right along while Sam is still stuck where he is, stuck in that moment. He turns his gaze down at the sweater in his hands, fingers clenching around the heavy wool. Peter is still talking and Sam is not paying attention, now overcome with the need to pull the sweater over his head as quickly as possible, like he'd be able to feel Peter still in it if he tried. When he does, he finds that the inside is soft like he expected, and the warmth of it melts into Sam’s bones- but the whole of it all was realizing yes, Peter is sugar sweet like homemade cakes and dusty from the morning show storage room and Sam thinks he's drunk off of this- really, it's almost too much to have.

Peter turns back around and for a brief moment Sam thinks he's been caught. Not just not paying attention, but also actively pining like a true weirdo of a best friend- smelling the sweater is going to be the final straw, he's sure of it, this is just getting pathetic now-

But Peter just pauses, eyes wide, a strange look on his face. "Oh." he says, like that is supposed to mean something to Sam.

"Pete?" He questions carefully. "You okay? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Yes!" Peter says, and it comes out strangled. "No! I mean- I mean, yes, I'm okay and no I will not pass out. Maybe. Um- you- you're- uh- are you warm now?"

Sam nods. "Yes. Very. This is- it's a nice sweater."

"You should keep it." Peter blurts. "It looks better on you."

Sam highly doubts that, but Peter has never seen himself walk into the morning show film room with that one black braided turtleneck, cheeks colored and half of his face tucked away from the cold. Peter has never seen himself take a break from researching to stretch up to the sky so far that the hem creeps up to show his stomach. Peter doesn't know that Sam thinks about slipping his cold hands under there, brushing along the plains of warm skin that he can only steal glances of.

"I don't think-" Sam goes to say but Peter is shaking his head, throat working.

"No really, and uh, borrow my sweaters anytime you need to. Any of them. All of them." He finishes, looking half mortified and half like he was impulsed to say this- like if he didn't get it out it would be rattling around in his head for days.

"When I'm cold?" Sam clarifies.

"When you're cold."

"Well, I should say, I get cold a lot." Sam says slowly. "Like, very often. Annoying often."

"It wouldn't be annoying." Peter reassures. "And I've got lots of sweaters- I can't wear them all at once. We can- we can share them."

Sam nearly passes out right then and there. The thought of tugging at Peter's sleeve in the middle of working and having him peel it off right then and there to give to him is- it's very-

well, Gabi would say that's very boyfriend-ish Sam in that tone she takes sometimes. Her, i-cant-believe-youre-sitting-here-pining-at-me-instead-of-going-and-talking-to-him, tone.

"That sounds good." Sam manages. And he manages to not sound too excited or lovesick or absolutely mental- just a normal, regular, casual tone for all the normal, regular, casual things that are happening. It's all good.

"Good." Peter says, and he also sounds normal and regular and casual. His arms are bare because Sam is wearing his sweater and Sam might be a little bit high on the feeling but it's okay, this can just be another normal, regular causal thing that they do. Exchanging clothes just like actual boyfriends do- literally no big deal.

And yeah, maybe he might call Gabi later to scream but that's normal and regular and casual too. It is all good. Seriously.

For now, he just slides off the desk and joins Peter at the computer, letting their shoulders brush and then just- not moving away. Peter kind of sways a little like he's dizzy but nudges back and presses there.

"So, this elephant light-" Sam says, glowingly happy and brilliantly lucky. He's got Peter and a new sweater and a crush that makes his head all scrambled and his chest a mess. "That doesn't have to just be a joke-"

"Sam, I'm going to kill you, honestly."

~ gifted to @grasslandgirl and @aberfaeth bc this fandom is how you met and that is the most adorable thing ever

#sam and peter favors #hc that spam favors are and when it's on an interchaging schedule so if sam asks for one then peter gets the next #JUST BEST FRIEND THINGS.#american vandal #my fics

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markleesthighs · 4 years

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127 reaction to arguing with their s/o but they make up at the end?

-sorry this took so long I’m so busy T-T

Taeil

It would be very rare you and Taeil got into arguments. The last time you two argued was about dessert, Taeil wanted to share a cake but you wanted ice cream. But not all couples live an argument-free relationship. Taeil and you were arguing about the dishes because most of the time he was the one cleaning up after you. But you did all the laundry, cleaned the house, and organized everything else in the apartment.

“Why can’t YOU clean the dishes Taeil, I’m not asking much of you.”

“I don’t want to come home to the apartment knowing I have dishes to clean after I’ve had promotions, recordings, and dance practices beforehand!”

“YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT DOES WORK AROUND HERE?? I CLEAN, COOK, AND ORGANIZE EVERYTHING IN THIS DAMN APARTMENT.”

“y/n, it’s different, you’ve never been an idol, you don’t know how much work it is, it’s tiring. You have more time on your hands than I do, so I think it’s best if you do the dishes!”

“Keeping this apartment the way it is, IS TIRING, do you think I’m just some housekeeping slave for you? When was the last time YOU did something for ME?”

Taeil became silent after that not knowing how to respond. You bother were crying and you stormed out of the apartment slamming the door. You took the elevator down to the ground floor of the community park and sat on a bench, wanting fresh air and to be alone. Taeil shortly came after, wanting to reconcile with you. He found you sniffling alone on a bench with a slight breeze blowing in your hair. He came down and sat next to you.

“Hey.”

“…” You turned away from his face.

“I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry for thinking I’m the only one who’s tired all the time. I was being selfish and stressed, saying things I didn’t even mean. You are one of the best things in my life and I’m thankful for all the hard work you do, just for me. I love you, so much, I will never take advantage of you ever again.” “Tae…I love you too, I know how much work you put into being an idol, and how stressful it is, it’s just hard when you are away for so long, so, the dishes were an excuse for me to see you more often…”

Taeil looked at you in awe feeling bad about the entire situation. You both hugged and Taeil kissed you on the cheek.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I’ll talk tp my manager and see what I can do.”

“It’s ok it’s not like you can drop everything just to see me.”

“I could if I could my love”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah”

“I will never let you do the dishes ever again.”

“Agreed.”

Johnny

You and Johnny had gone to the coffee shop for a date and as you were deciding what do drink Johnny ordered his iced americano. Before you could say you wanted a vanilla latte you noticed the cashier trying to flirt with Johnny. She complimented his outfit and hair and was leaning slightly over the counter then you liked. You coughed and she glared at you sarcastically asking what you wanted and you replied with your order.

You both walked over to sit down at a table for two by the window. It was raining, but thats what you enjoyed about getting coffee with Johnny. It gave you warm and fuzzy feelings, enjoying time with Johnny in a nice coffee shop. You noticed the cashier bring your drinks over to your table as she purposely turned her back to you to talk to johnny. johnny, being johnny, was innocently talking to her smiling and hoping she would go away. But she didn’t. You quietly sat there sipping your latte, not wanting to cause a scene in the coffee shop. Johnny kept talking to her not knowing how much it hurt you and make you jealous.

By the time you finished your latte, you’ve had enough. Either johnny was enjoying their conversation so much that he forgot about you or he couldn’t find a way to make her leave. You decided that this date was ruined and you wanted to leave, you had no purpose in being in the coffee shop, so you go up and started to walk out. Johnny noticed and asked where you were going.

“I’m going home, come back when you have her number and panties”

Johnny was about to say something but you walked out the door into the rain, forgetting Johnny had the umbrella. You wished this was the first time it had happened but it wasn’t. Several girls in public tried to flirt with Johnny in public in front of you and it only reminded you that maybe you weren’t enough for johnny. It made you think he deserved better sometimes. You sulked in the rain walking back to your shared apartment when you noticed the rain had stopped. Turning, you look up to see Johnny, holding an umbrella above you.

“Baby, I don’t want you to catch a cold”

“…”

“I’m sorry I got caught up in a conversation with the cashier, she just wouldn’t stop talking.”

“Do you like her?”

“What? No! Why would you think that?”

“Well, you’ve been hit on by other women before, and, I don’t know it makes me jealous and insecure sometimes.”

“Wait..she was trying to flirt with me?

“ARE YOU-“

“I’m joking, I’m joking, you’re so adorable when you’re a tiny ball of anger”

You pouted and he kissed your pout and reassured you of your feelings.

“I don’t care about these other girls, don’t worry I only have eyes for you.”

You smiled and kissed him as you both walked together in the rain holding each other closer than ever.

Taeyong

At the start of your relationship, Taeyong didn’t mind cooking for you, since you had little to no cooking ability. But it wasn’t until recently that it started to tick Taeyong off. You both were busy bees at work, but neither of you cleaned the house or did laundry ever since you got a promotion, and Taeyong started to train for SuperM. You generally came home from your nine to five job to come home and feel like collapsing on the couch. It’s not that both of you are lazy, you both had painstaking jobs that made you both burn out by the end of the day. But Taeyong, being nice saw how much stress you had, wanting to get that promotion, took on more chores for your home. He cooked, cleaned, and watered the plants in the house. But once you got your promotion, he noticed how used you were to Taeyong doing the chores.

One time the trash was filled up and Taeyong asked if you could take it out to the trash can outside but you simply said you didn’t know how and asked Taeyong to do it. Taeyong swallowed his anger and angrily took a stroll to the garbage can. It would only be time until he had enough of your laziness.

It was one night where Taeyong noticed your shared hamper was full, again. He had a long day of promotions, cleaned the house, and cooked for you all in one day. He had no more energy to do any laundry. You, on the other hand were sitting in bed on your phone waiting for him to join you. He sat on the bed and laid down on your lap exhausted.

“What's wrong yongie?”

“I’m so tired…I can’t even move”

“Why are you so tired? Is it the promotions?”

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m tired of doing all the housework”

“Housework? What housework?”

“Are you serious right now?!”

Taeyong got up from your lap to pace around in your bedroom, clearly looking stressed out.

“Haven’t you noticed you do NOTHING for this house?!”

“What do you mean?! I work at my office from nine to five bringing in more money for US?! Do you not appreciate my efforts to earn my money independently?!”

“I meant, cooking, cleaning, laundry, throwing out the trash!”

“Oh c’mon! You know I don’t have time for those things!”

“WELL NEITHER DO I! IVE BEEN LOSING MY HEAD FEELING THAT I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE MYSELF!”

“Yong-“

“NO! IT’S NOT LIKE I SIT AROUND AT HOME ON MY ASS AT FIVE WHEN I KNOW DAMN WELL MY BOYFRIEND COMES HOME AT MIDNIGHT!!”

“…”

“Bab-“

You left the room scared that Taeyong yelled at you, worried he was losing his temper. You walked to the living room to sit on the couch waiting for him to compose himself. After a few minutes, Taeyong walked out.

“….hey”

“hey…are you ready to talk”

“y-yeah…”

“I’m sorry I lost it, I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately. I’m expected to be in a new global supergroup, and I would appreciate it if you would help out with some daily chores once in a while. I’m sorry.”

“Its okay, yongie, to be fair, I don’t know how to do most chores, I grew up with a nanny who did all of it for me. So, I would really appreciate it if you taught me and I would be able to help out.”

“Yeah! I could teach you! I’m so sorry, I should have just asked for your help.”

“Stop apologizing! I still love you!”

“I love you too.”

Yuta

It would be rare when Yuta had a break from his career but when he did he would make sure you guys would make most of your time together. This time, Yuta decided to take you to an amusement park for fun date night. The date was going great, you both went on a few rides and played some games. But your heart stopped when you saw a scary ride that you did NOT want to go on. You were never the best when it came to horror anything, which is why Yuta liked watching horror movies with you. He loved holding your trembling body as you snuggled up closer to him while you watched them. But what you hated the most was zombies, the fear that the undead could walk made your skin crawl. Yuta saw the scary ride and begged you to get on it with him. Eventually, he dragged you over to the ride while you kept blabbering and complaining why you didn’t want to get on it.

Once you were on it you kept screaming that you wanted to get off but he kept reassuring you everything was going to be ok. Everything on the ride in the was pretty tame but you did not expect there to be one last jump scare that scared you to death. A zombie jumped out on your side of the cart and sprayed water in your face and you lost it. You started to cry and when Yuta tried to hold you you pushed him away screaming that you hated him for having you go on the ride. Once you reached the exit for the ride you pushed him out of the way running away from him. Yuta chased after you calling your name.

Yuta tried talking to you but you wouldn’t listen you would turn your head or try to shove him away. You sat on a bench pouting and giving him the silent treatment. Yuta sighed and looked around, noticing a cotton candy stall. He got up and went to the stall, he walked back with bright pink fluffy cotton candy. You looked noticing Yuta has your favorite treat in hand, slowly eating as if he was tempting you.

“C’mon baby…I know you want some”

“..hmf.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll eat it all by myself”

You looked at him offended as you turned away again still mad at him. You noticed he looked away for a second before you attempted to snatch it from his hand.

“oh oh oh, nope, you don’t get any…unless”

“…”

“you forgive me and start talking to me.”

“ugh, fine”

He smiled as he handed you your cotton candy. You pulled off a piece at ate it angrily. Yuta pats your head and kissed your cheek looking at you fondly.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

Doyoung

One of your favorite things to do with Doyoung is to go shopping with him. You both have a strong passion for fashion and shopping. It was a rare day where Doyoung had the whole day to spend it with you. As the fall season was coming up, you both decided you needed some new fall clothes. Doyoung picked you up and drove you to a popular shopping district in Seoul. Doyoung only wanted the best clothes for you and knew all the best designer clothing shops for the two of you to visit.

You both tried on clothes for fun and some clothes you both wanted to buy. The good thing about shopping together is having their opinion or support when trying clothes on. But sometimes an opinion can go too far. Eventually, you both ended up in a shop that had clothes typically worn for parties or clubbing. After picking a few clothes you both liked you both headed to the private dressing room they had. You let Doyoung go first since he would take less time than you. You accepted and denied a few and he was left with a few garments you both liked. Then, it was your turn. You went to go change but when you came out, you saw Doyoung was still on his phone. You coughed asking for his attention and he looked up. You wore a very revealing garment that accentuated your body and you felt good in it.

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t like it. Try on the next one.”

“But I like it? What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know, I just think your body doesn’t fit the garment.”

“Oh, so there's something wrong with my body now?!”

“No that's not what-“

“No! I think I understood you perfectly!”

You aggressively removed the clothes and walked out of the changing room. Before Doyoung could speak you threw the clothes at him almost causing him to fall back. You stormed out of the store with a rage-filled stare that the employees knew to stay out of your way. Doyoung went after you before you went too far.

“Bab-“

“Don’t babe me! YOU'RE the one who messed up!”

“I know but please just hear me out, babe.”

“You have 2 minutes”

“Thank you. I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. You are the most beautiful person in the whole world to me. I never want you to feel insecure about who you are or what you look like. I don’t like you or care about your body. I like that you are kind, patient, and caring, you are a person with a good heart and has the soul of an angel. When I said I didn’t like the dress I was just afraid that other people wouldn’t keep their eyes off you, because I couldn’t. So…”

Doyoung held up a bag from the shop with your dress inside. You looked at him apologetically, loving his romantic gesture.

“I bought it. Just for you, I’m sorry, but I still want to see you be happy.”

“Doyoung…”

You immediately pulled him into a hug tearing up a bit from what he said to you.

“The employees must think I’m such a drama queen for doing that.”

“Well, you’re MY drama queen”

“Shut up.”

Jaehyun

You and Jaehyun bonded over your shared interests in music, which is how you two met. You both were thrift shopping in local spots in Seoul and you both happened to grab the same record at the same time. You smiled sheepishly telling Jaehyun that he can have it. But as Jaehyun bought what he wanted, he walked up to you and handed you the record as a gift from him. (even though you kept insisting that he keep it) As he left you noticed he left a post-it with his number on it saying “call me some time ;) my name is Jaehyun” You blushed at the fact of how cute and smooth that move was, so you did call him that night. You both talked for hours on the phone late at night and you guys met up a few times at coffee shops.

One time at a coffee shop Jaehyun asked you out and you agreed, wondering where this would take you two. You learned more about each other and could not keep your hands off each other. Everyone you knew thought you and Jaehyun were the perfect couple. But that wasn’t the reality. Even the thing that brings people together can tear them apart. You kept all your favorite records hung on the wall at your shared apartment, while you and Jaehyun also kept a record player. Jaehyun had some of his members over while you were cooking them a meal, little did you know they were playing around with the records. His members knew what it was but never seen one in person.

“Hyung! How does it work?!”

“Ooh, this so cool!”

“How do I turn it on!?”

Were all common things his members said in the living room.

“Guys, just sit down and I’ll handle it. It’s very delicate stu-“

He stopped talking when he head the record shatter in the living room, you didn’t seem to notice so Jaehyun calmly walked out of the kitchen. He found a shattered vinyl record on the ground surrounded by his members with Mark holding the case it was in. It was the record he had bought you when you first met. Jaehyun was about to go into a full rage when he heard you enter the living room.

“What’s going….on”

You saw the broken record on the ground and looked as if you were about to cry. You left into the bedroom speechless and about to punch and kick something. Jaehyun soon followed.

“y/-“

“NO! JAEHYUN WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“What did I do?!”

“YOU INVITED THOSE IDIOTIC MEMBERS INTO THIS APARTMENT! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM NOT TO TOUCH THE PIECES OF VINYL!”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THEY WERE GOING TO DO THIS?!”

“YOU KNOW THEM BETTER THAN ME! Out of all of the fucking pieces of vinyl why that one…”

Your angry tears made Jaehyun tear up at the sight of you. He held you tight despite your anger and your hands swatting him away.

“I’m sorry I should have told them not to touch it. I know how much it means to you and the both of us. I know it won’t be the same, but I’ll buy a new one.”

You sighed at you hugged him back wiping your tears into his chest mumbling a “fine.” he pats your head and kissed it apologizing again. You both walked back into the room seeing the members looking at the both of you in worry.

“H-hyung…I’ll buy a new one for the both of you I am so sorry,” Mark said immediately.

“Fine with me. What about you, baby?”

You nodded smiling at Mark giving him reassurance. But at least the members cleaned up while you two were quarreling. The rest of them all apologized and you forgave them. Jaehyun played a song on the record player which made you smile and kissed him, remembering the reason why you loved him.

Jungwoo

You and Jungwoo were foodies, you loved your food more than anyone. You guys would commonly go on dates that surrounded food. Picnics, restaurants, and any date that involved food is a must for both of you. It’s actually what brought you two together. You were working at your family’s bakery and Jungwoo would come in and always ask you what new pastries you recommended. Jungwoo visited every morning and eventually asked you out, you’ve been dating ever since. Jungwoo got off of training early and he wanted to take you out for some Korean barbecue. Jungwoo and you took an Uber to the Korean barbecue place that looked a lot fancier for your taste.

“Woo? Is this the right place?”

“Yeah! Do you not like it?”

“No, no I just feel underdressed”

“You look beautiful, it’s okay.”

You were both escorted to a private room where you two could eat in peace and where people wouldn’t notice Jungwoo. Jungwoo ordered all the meats, side dishes, and drinks for the both of you while you waited. You decided to strike up some conversation.

“So, how’s training? Hopefully, it isn’t too straining for you.”

“It’s a lot to manage but it’s not as bad as my trainee days. But this date is really helping me de-stress baby. How’s the bakery?”

“It’s still doing well, I just have to come up with a new pastry by the end of the week to showcase in the shop. I still have no idea what I’m going to do.”

“How about-“

“Please don’t say bananas and bacon, it’s not happening.”

“You’ll never know until you try baby.”

“Nope. Never.”

After you two laughed it off, your food finally arrived. It had meat with the perfect marbling and delicious side dishes you could eat on their own. Before you could grab the tongs to grill the meat, the waiter insisted that they cook for the best results. You awkwardly agreed and let them cook most of the meat that could fit on the grill. They soon left after they finished cooking and told you to enjoy your meal. You and Jungwoo took a bite out of your meats and wraps and you both looked at each other about how good it was. You got so carried away that you didn’t even notice you were eating more than Jungwoo. You were like a vacuum for food and no one could stop you. Jungwoo, noticing you were eating most of the food, decided to say something.

“Hey baby, you might want to slow down, you’re eating a lot.”

“Why? Are you concerned about how much I eat?”

“I just-“

“Do you think I’m getting fatter? Do you want me to lose weight?”

“What? No! I just want you to share some with me.” He said with a pout.

“Oh, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. My family’s been telling me I’ve gained some weight.”

“That’s crazy talk, even if you did gain weight, I would still love you the same.”

“Really Woo?”

“Of course baby”

“Good because I’m ordering more galbi”

He smiled as he kissed you on your cheek

“Order as much as you want.”

Mark

You and Mark have been dating for a while and he’s not the type to show you off in front of everyone. You’ve been dating for about three years and you have yet to meet his members or anyone at his company. He was so worried about your relationship being exposed that he never wanted you to attend concerts or visit the SM building. You understood at first but it started to grow to a point where you believed Mark was trying to hide you from people for other reasons than good ones. So you decided to visit the SM building on your own on a whim hoping they’d let you in. Luckily a receptionist recognized you as she consulted Mark about asking you out and giving him girl advice. She remembered you from a picture Mark had of you two on his phone that he showed. She gave you a guest pass and directory and let you in. You went up to the floors where there would be recording and dance studios assuming that’s where Mark was. You looked into the dance studio noticing Mark and his members working on a new routine. You knocked on the door and waved at Mark while the rest of his members just stared at him in confusion. He opened the door and talked to you in the hallway.

“I thought I told you not to visit me at work!”

“What’s wrong with visiting you!? Do you not want to see me?!”

“Of course I want to see you but- just, not here.”

“Are you ashamed of me? Do you not want me to meet your members or anyone in your company because you are littler mister perfect?!”

“Wh-“

“Don’t even try to convince me, Mark, you work hard to be perfect, even if it means hiding your girlfriend for three years to keep your image!”

“Who’s been telling you that?”

“My family and my friends! I just tell them I have an idol boyfriend and they warned me of things that could be a reality, and now they ARE.”

You were on the verge of tears. Everything people told you was becoming true. “He’ll never spend a lot of quality time with you.” “He’s ashamed of you.” “You’re average compared to him, be honest, you’re out of his league.” “He’ll never let you have your relationship be public until you break up or get married, you might as well give up now.”

“I don’t even remember the last time we went on a proper date, Mark.”

Mark kept silent, unsure of how to respond and shocked at the same time. You took that silence to only make you feel worse. You walked away but Mark couldn’t chase after you, he had practice and his members couldn’t start if he disappeared. You walked home with tear-stained cheeks and you laid in your shared bed watching k-dramas hoping it would help cheer you up. Mark eventually came home and he was met with the silent treatment by you. It was expected but Mark still didn’t really know how to fix it. He sat down on your bed near your legs and petting your hair and letting his thoughts out.

“Babe? I know you’re still mad at me, and you have every right to be. I was just worried about you, and you getting spread to the media is the scariest thing to me. What if you get hurt or stalked because of me and my job. When I was to dating you I sometimes wished I wasn’t an idol. You could tell all your friends about me and I could meet your family. But I’m not the perfect guy, but that’s what I like when I’m with you. You let all my flaws hang out and let me feel human. I don’t have to live up to expectations that you have, I can just be me.”

“Mark…” You said as you pulled him into a hug and kissed his temple

“I’m sorry, I just- was so worried about you and overprotective, I understand if you want to break up”

“Break up? Are you crazy? You think I would cut a whole watermelon for any idiot?!”

Mark giggled as he kissed your lips

“Fine, maybe I’ll introduce you to a few of my members and work from there. You have no idea how many times I’ve wished you could watch me backstage at a concert.”

“I can’t wait.”

Haechan

Video games were no stranger to Haechan, you would playfully tease him about being on his phone all the time. Sometime when you FaceTimed him he would just play his video games and still talk to you. But you weren’t the best at video games. Sure, Haechan would invite you to play when you visited him at the dorm but he would have to play simple sandbox games like Animal Crossing. Haechan preferred more competitive games like Overwatch or Fortnite but they were too much for you. The controls were complex and you lost immediately when playing. You decided to just watch him play while you rested on his shoulder or lap. You naturally fell asleep and he would adore and love you when you did that. But it got to a point where playing video games while on dates or when you hung out was constant. You got tired of constantly telling Haechan to put his phone down or talk to you face to face. You were out on a date in the restaurant when all you could see was the back of his phone which was in front of his face. It only made it embarrassing when other people would look at how shitty the date was.

“Hyuck?” You said, but you got no answer. You sighed as you distracted yourself with the menu to read. When the waiter came by for drinks that were the only time Haechan seemed to put his phone down to order a Coke. You ordered water and the waiter left you both in silence.

“Hyuck? Do you know what you want to order?” Again, you got no response.

“Hyuuuuuck??”

“Just order me whatever, I’ll eat anything, just let me get back to my game.”

As you were about to scold him the waiter came back and you ordered for both of you. You thanked him and handed him your menus. Then, you turned your attention back to Haechan.

“Hyuck, what’s been happening with you? You’ve been glued to your phone like it’s hypnotizing you.”

“Ugh, you’re not my mom, stop telling me what I can or can’t do with my life.”

“I’m not your mom but I am your girlfriend and I wish you would put your damn phone down and talk to me.”

“You sound so selfish right now you know that?”

“Selfish?! Are you kidding me!? You’re the one who’s selfish!”

“I don’t-“

“You know what?! I hope you can enjoy your dinner alone. Maybe you can kiss your phone from now on.”

You got up and grabbed your things and stormed out of the restaurant. Before you could call an Uber, Haechan ran up to you yelling your name.

“y/n! please! let me explain!”

“you have 5 minutes”

“I-I was playing so many video games because I was preparing to enter a competition to win some prize money so w-we could go on a vacation or a really nice date…”

“hyuck, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, I thought you would think winning money from video games would be stupid…”

“Well…it’s silly, not stupid, and it's certainly not stupid if you were winning that money to impress me, next time just tell me.”

“Okay…but does this mean I can play video games at the dinner table?”

“No. That’s my one rule, no phone at the table when we are eating or on a date ok?”

“Ok angel, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetics? bold any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] ~ burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. kicks. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers. canons.

[ MATERIALS ] ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ] ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. sunflowers. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales.dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] ~ pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ] ~ music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defense. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. swimming. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre, libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ] ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pajamas.

[ MISC ] ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honor. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

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sweetener - prologue

Lattes and Left Swipes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 1555

Warnings: none just now

A/N: a little something to get the ball rolling. i’m mildly shitting myself rn so i hope you guys like it!

Updates Fridays at 9pm BST

“Next!”

Drumming your fingers along the counter, you shuffled forwards as the queue moved along in front of you. Your eyes scanned over the board above the counter for a fifth time, hoping one of the drinks on the menu would jump out at you. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, ordering the same vanilla latte every time you popped into the cafe (which was much more often than you’d care to admit, but it was right next to the building where you had most of your lectures, and the coffee was decent). Today though, it was much later than usual, you’d already had four coffees, and you were headed home soon anyway--

“What can I get y- oh, hey!” A bright voice snapped you out of your reverie, your attention shifting to the barista behind the counter just in time to see him reach for a to-go cup, already heading to the vanilla syrup pump behind him. “Vanilla latte, right?”

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular establishment. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe.

“No, actually,” you replied, nodding sagely at his perplexed expression. “I know, I know, shocking.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Setting the empty cup down on the counter, he turned back to face you fully, the corner of his lips twitched up into an easy smirk.

“Yeah, I’ve already had way more caffeine than I should have today, and I’m gonna go home and pass out after this, so...” You scanned the board one more time, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “...just a tea, please.”

“Fair.” Nodding, the boy turned grab a teabag and toss it into the cup before setting it under the hot water dispenser. “You know there’s caffeine in tea, right?”

“Eh, that much won’t kill me.” You shrugged, pulling your purse from your bag as he put your order through the till. You tapped your card against the reader, leaving your loyalty card out on the counter ready to be stamped while he put the lid on your tea.

Setting your drink down, he grabbed the coffee bean stamp from behind a display of brownies and pulled your card towards him. Three spaces remained blank, six already marked with coffee beans and one with ‘10th cup free!’ printed across it. The boy stamped the card twice in quick succession, hesitated for a moment over the last empty space, then stamped it as well.

“I hope not.”

You just smiled, pretending not to notice the way your fingers brushed against his when he handed you your card. Harder to ignore, though, was the way he caught your eye when you looked up from tossing your purse back into your bag, that easy smile still playing on his lips.

“D’you wan-”

Both your heads whipped around as the bell above the door cut him off, heralding the arrival of a group of students. Seeing that none of them were who you were there to meet, you turned back to that smile - only to find it had become tight-lipped and awkward, directed not at you but at the older woman who had emerged from the back room at the sound of the bell.

“Sugar. If you, uh, want milk and sugar, it’s over there.” He gestured off to your right, stepping back from the counter to let the woman take his place.

You nodded as you moved away with your drink, your quiet ‘cheers’ lost beneath the chatter of the students approaching the counter and the exchange between the two baristas as she thanked him for staying late to cover her break. You looked back over your shoulder as you poured a sugar packet into your cup, but saw only the older woman, not a chestnut curl in sight. Adding a dash of milk with a sigh, you replaced the lid on your cup and made your way to your usual seat, pushing thoughts of warm brown eyes and missed opportunities from your mind.

Ostensibly, you were at the cafe to meet a guy from one of your seminars to discuss the project you were partnered up for. You didn’t get a chance to talk it through after it was set, your friend and housemate Liv texting you from outside the room to hurry up before you ended up stuck in traffic trying to get off campus at rush hour, so you arranged to meet a few days later. That was the original, official plan.

However. Things changed when you parted ways outside the seminar room, Liv’s eyes wide and neck craned to watch him walk away. After a barrage of questions (“Who is he and why were you talking to him and is he single?”) and a quickly exhausted supply of answers (“His name is Harrison, we were arranging to meet up because we have a project together but someone kept texting me telling me to hurry up, so we didn’t get to talk about it for very long, and I don’t know if he’s single because funny enough it didn’t come up in the two minutes I spoke to him”), your Primary Objective switched from ‘discuss assignment’ to ‘find out relationship status and orchestrate a social interaction if appropriate’. Because that’s just the kind of good friend you are.

The bell above the door sounded again a few minutes after you sat down, a semi-familiar figure making its way towards you.

“Hey,” Harrison dropped his backpack onto a spare chair at your table, sliding onto the one opposite you. “Sorry I’m late, you been here ages?”

You shook your head, holding up your near-full drink as evidence. “Nah, like five, ten minutes? No worries.”

Your iPad already out on the table with the assignment specs pulled up, you soon got into talking through the basics of your project. Your mind was divided, though, half talking about potential themes and half searching for a segue into Harrison’s personal life. As luck would have it, one came along soon enough in the form of a notification banner coming down from the top of your screen, obscuring the diagram you were both currently discussing.

TINDER Somebody likes you!😍 Swipe right to find out who!

“I hate Tinder,” Harrison leant back in his seat with a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, swiping up to clear the screen. “Like, I use it, but I hate it.”

“Same,” you sighed, mentally noting ‘uses dating apps, therefore is single?’ “I don’t even use it really, I just swipe through weirdo after weirdo until I get fed up and delete it.”

“I’ve always wondered what a girl’s perspective of Tinder’s like, you know. Like what do other guy’s profiles actually look like?”

“Wanna check out the competition?” You smirked, offering your iPad for Harrison to take.

He clicked his tongue as he considered it, eyes narrowed and focused on the screen.

“Sure, go on then. Know your enemy, right?”

“‘Enemy’’s a bit extreme,” you laughed, switching apps before laying your iPad flat on the table between you.

Swiping through Fuckboy after Fuckboy, Potentially-Cute-If-Not-For-The-Offensive-Bio after Clearly-A-Catfish, you and Harrison were soon in fits of laughter, fighting for control of the device to stop him Super Liking a man who had seemingly listed his age in dog years, his picture showing him to be approximately seven times older than the 19 years he claimed to be.

“You fucking dick,” you seethed as It’s a Match! Popped up on the screen. “Oh he’s messaged me alre-aaaaand that is a dick. Or was. Fabulous.”

Water sprayed across the table as Harrison burst into a renewed fit of laughter, the drink he’d just taken now mostly on your iPad screen, droplets grotesquely magnifying the image - as if it wasn’t grotesque enough as it was. You scrunched up your face, trying to hold in your own giggles.

“I can’t believe- ah, hm,” you paused, trying to regain your composure. “I can’t believe you wasted my Super Like on a predator. Like, what a tragic indicator for the state of my love life.”

Harrison shook his head as he continued to laugh in between coughs and splutters, attracting disgruntled looks from people at neighbouring tables. “I’m sorry, right? I’ll make it up to you. Friday night, I will wingman you with anyone you want.”

Clearing your throat, you wiped the sleeve of your sweatshirt over the screen as you considered the proposition. “...anyone?”

“Anyone.” He nodded, taking a sip of water - and managing to keep it down. “We’re having pres at ours, couple of the rugby lads’ll be there - come if you want? Bring whoever.”

You hummed thoughtfully, pursing your lips to conceal your satisfied smirk. “Okay, fine. Friday night, you owe me.”

“Deal. I’ll text you the address.”

Nodding in agreement, you slipped your phone underneath the table. You steered the conversation back in the direction of your assignment, glancing down at your phone when Harrison wasn’t looking to type out a message to Liv.

Mission accomplished.

| ONE ⋙

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Experiences of the Five Senses that Remind me of the Signs

Aries

Taste: Pop rocks exploding in your mouth

Touch: Fur of a puppy

Smell: The aroma of funnel cake wafting through the air at a carnival

Hear: Screaming at a concert

Sight: Watching a hummingbird at a hummingbird feeder

Taurus

Taste: Indulgent dark chocolate

Touch: A velvet robe

Smell: The scent of a candle after it has been blown out

Hear: Soft classical music in the background at an expensive restaurant

Sight: Looking through a glass case at a vintage ring in an antique shop

Gemini

Taste: A watermelon flavored chapstick

Touch: A melting ice-cream cone, dripping all over your hand

Smell: Popcorn at a movie theater

Hear: Someone tapping their fingers on their desk before a test

Sight: Watching someone figure out a rubik's cube

Cancer

Taste: Homemade sugar cookies straight out of the oven

Touch: A warm and worn quilt

Smell: Your mother’s favorite perfume

Hear: Subtle rainfall on a metal roof

Sight: Watching a vintage movie for the first time

Leo

Taste: Fruit salad at a summer barbecue

Touch: Hovering your hands above a fire, close enough to feel the heat, but far enough to not get burned

Smell: That fruity body spray you used way too much of in middle school

Hear: Your friends and family singing happy birthday to you off-key

Sight: A disco ball above the middle of a dance floor

Virgo

Taste: The best peanut butter and jelly sandwich you ever had, made with the perfect peanut butter to jelly ratio

Touch: Braiding your friend’s hair

Smell: Scent of a brand new book

Hear: Listening to an audio book where the narrator has absolute perfect diction

Sight: Sunlight shining through a freshly cleaned room

Libra

Taste: A latte from your favorite coffee shop

Touch: Writing notes using multiple colorful gel pens

Smell: Scented shampoo and conditioner

Hear: Listening to your old voicemail recording

Sight: Watching a ballet

Scorpio

Taste: Letting an ice cube melt in your mouth

Touch: Goosebumps you get from a sudden chill

Smell: Musky cologne

Hear: When its so silent you can hear your own breathing

Sight: Looking at yourself in the mirror after you put on red lipstick

Sagittarius

Taste: A slice of pizza during pizza day at elementary school

Touch: Paint on your fingertips as you finger paint

Smell: The mint scent of the stick of gum your friend gave to you

Hear: A TED talk that you actually find interesting

Sight: Looking at random places around the world on Google Maps

Capricorn

Taste: The caramel drizzled on top of a vanilla ice cream sundae

Touch: Putting cold cucumber slices on your eyelids to de-puff them

Smell: Freshly brewed coffee

Hear: The crackling of a fire place

Sight: A marble statue in a museum

Aquarius

Taste: The mystery airhead flavor

Touch: The yolk you get on your hands when you try to crack an egg

Smell: A freshly squeezed lemon

Hear: A fly buzzing all around you and in your ear

Sight: Watching a Venus Flytrap plant eat a fly

Pisces

Taste: Licking the drop of nectar inside a honey suckle

Touch: Playing with the foam soap before washing your hands

Smell: The lingering scent of ocean water on you after you left the beach

Hear: The laughter of your best friend

Sight: Looking down at all the pennies in the mall water fountain.

#astrology #Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #Sagittarius #capricorn #pisces #aquarius

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Violent Delights - Chapter Four

Playing Dirty

Summary: Bruce Wayne is addicted to a lot of things to distract from his dark urges, but his addiction to you might only increase them.

Pairing: dark!Bruce Wayne x reader

Series warnings: Violence, language, smut, rape/non-con, stalking, kidnapping, underage drinking, drug use, torture, abuse

CHAPTER THREE

The front door let out a quiet creak as I pulled it open as slowly as possible. I stepped inside the manor, the floorboards squeaking under my weight. I turned around and gradually pushed the door closed. It finally clicked into place, and the telltale sound caused Alfred’s head to pop out of the archway leading to the living room and into the hallway.

“Master Bruce, you’re home early.” He stepped into the hall tentatively and looked at me with hope in his eyes. “How was the charity ball?”

I let out an exasperated groan. “It was fine.” I shed my tuxedo jacket and shoved it into his arms.

“Did you find Miss (Y/L/N)?” His head followed me as I trudged past him.

“Yes, I did.” I lifted a hand and massaged my temples with my long, thin fingers. My head was pounding.

“Well, how is she?” he persisted.

With my back to him, I rolled my eyes. “She’s fine,” I grumbled, my words slightly slurring together.

His gray brows furrowed, and his lips twitched into a frown. “Master Bruce, have you been drinking?”

I leaned back against the wall, my head bumping into an old, dusty painting of a vase of lilacs. “What do you think?” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. “You said my parents worked with her family, right?”

He wrung his hands. “Well, yes, a little bit.”

“So they would have her address on file.” I toed off my dress shoes.

He cocked his head to the side. “Possibly, but they wouldn’t be allowed to give out that information.”

I gave him a pointed look. “Alfred, look who you’re talking to.”

“Right.” He folded his hands in front of him and advanced towards me. “What do you want with her address anyway, Master Bruce?”

I tugged at my bowtie before it hung loose around my neck. “I don’t believe I’m allowed to give out that information,” I mocked. I sent him an antagonizing wink before stumbling into my room.

It was easy enough getting your address. All I had to do was call reception at the Wayne Enterprises building and tell them my name. After that, I had my chauffeur drive me in a town car with tinted windows to your home. Turns out it was about five miles from mine and in the same neighborhood of sprawling estates, so the drive wasn’t long. I had the chauffeur park across the street from the wrought iron gate sealing off the property.

Your home was a manor slightly smaller than mine. It had high, gray brick walls crawling with ivy and large, white-trimmed windows. The pointed roof was built out of cobblestone, and the garden was green and well-tended to. There were several neatly trimmed shrubs and a bubbling fountain in the front lawn. It was a lot cleanlier and livelier and more cared for than Wayne Manor was, well, at least that’s how it looked from my confined position.

I sat in my town car outside of the gates for a whole week from sun up to sun down, surveying and keeping track of the daily routine at your home. Unlike my manor, yours was constantly full of life. Maids and butlers and gardeners were consistently coming in and out of the front gate, but there was no sign of you. The only clue that anyone resided there at all was a sleek, black town car that went in and out of the gates. One time, I caught a glimpse of the passenger in the backseat, and from what I could see, she looked like a rich, middle-aged woman with bleached blonde hair. She definitely seemed like the head of the household.

I got sick of sitting and waiting for you to show up, so I drove to your estate as normal, but this time I was in a UPS van rather than my usual town car. It was easy getting them to let me rent it for an hour. If you threw enough money at anything, you could get what you want. I pulled up to the front gate and rolled down my window. I leaned out of it and pressed the buzzer on the gate.

After a second, a snooty voice asked, “What’s your business?”

“I’m dropping off a package!” I yelled into the speaker.

There was a pause, and then, “Go ahead.”

The gate buzzed as it swung open, and I fell back into my seat. I stomped down on the gas, finally able to drive past the iron gates that had kept me from you for so long. I pulled around the fountain in the middle of the circular driveway and pressed down on the brake in front of the door to the manor. I undid my seatbelt and grabbed the large, brown box in the passenger seat next to me. I kicked the door open and hopped out of the van, closing it with my shoulder behind me.

I jumped up the wide, brick steps and landed on the doorstep. I looked up at the tall, arched, double doors and sucked in a deep breath. Balancing the cardboard box in one arm, I pulled my cap bearing the UPS logo down lower to shield my face. I hit the doorbell and listened to the satisfying ring reverberate throughout the inside of the large manor.

I heard muffled footsteps drawing closer and closer to the door from the inside. Then, the door opened, and the woman I had seen in the back of the town car poked her head out. “Hi! Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” I asked in a bright and cheery tone.

“No, I’m her mother.” The unnaturally wide smile on my face nearly faltered. Your mom? But I thought you said you were an orphan? “May I help you?”

“I have a package for her.” I lifted the box in my arms higher. “Is she home?”

The woman’s glassy eyes raked over my uniform, and her thin lips pulled taut into a straight line. “No, she’s not.”

“Do you know when she’ll be home next then?”

“She doesn’t live here anymore,” she snapped. Rude. Your mom wasn’t very nice to innocent delivery men. “Who is the package from?”

“Uh...” I pretended to read the label I had printed out at home. “It says it’s from Gotham Children’s Hospital.”

Her expression softened slightly. “Oh, it’s probably a thank you gift. My daughter is the fundraising chairman of the (Y/L/N) Corporation. She gives a lot to charity,” she said with a condescending smile. Your mom liked to brag, didn’t she? “I can hold onto it for her.” She started to reach for it with her frail arms.

I pulled it out of her grasp. “I’m sorry, but I need her to sign for it. Do you have an address I could forward this to?” I flashed her a polite smile.

She studied me intently for a moment before relenting. “Wait right here.”

She left the door open and retreated into the mansion. Her stiletto heels clicked against the polished, wood floors as she walked down a long hall, leaving a cloud of expensive, jasmine perfume behind. She turned into a room off of the hall, and I took the time to examine the foyer. A large, winding, marble staircase led to the second floor, and a ginormous, crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling. It would be almost too easy to walk in and do whatever I wanted, but this place was of no use to me anymore.

Your mother returned with a slip of paper in hand. “Here’s where she lives now.” She held it out to me, and I took it from her. “I’m surprised they didn’t have her new address already, but knowing that girl, she probably forgot to update it. She’s always so busy giving back to the community.” She settled her hands on her hips.

“Right.” I forced one more painful smile. “Well, thanks for your help. Have a good day!”

“You too. Goodbye.” She quickly shut the door.

The smile slipped from my face the second she was concealed from view and a smirk formed in its place. Your mother was dumb, gorgeous, but for once I was thankful for someone’s stupidity. Your mother just handed me the golden ticket, and it would lead me straight to you.

The address scrawled onto the slip of paper took me to an apartment building in the center of Gotham. It wasn’t too far away from Wayne Enterprises and looked very sleek and modern. All of the walls were made of glass, which made it easy for me to locate you in the penthouse at the very top of the building. I could only imagine the rent cost an arm and a leg, but as the chairman of an internationally successful corporation, I’m sure you had more than enough plus a little extra. I wondered why you had felt the need to move out of your family’s manor. Maybe it was because you liked having a sense of independence, even if Mommy and Daddy were still the ones making your millions.

For a girl with a practically made up job, you kept a pretty busy schedule. You woke up every morning at the crack of dawn and got ready for the day. Your town car pulled up around eight in the morning, and you climbed into it wearing a designer dress or fitted pantsuit. You were always adorned with jewels worth more than most mens’ bank accounts. You started your day by grabbing a vanilla latte and a slice of coffee cake from Roosevelt’s before heading off to whatever you had scheduled for the day. During the week, it was tedious board meetings, lunches planning fundraisers, and dinners spent convincing snobby millionaires who inherited all their money to give to the less fortunate that kept you running from restaurant to cafe to conference room and back again. The weekends were reserved for benefits and galas and charity balls where you charged up your black card until the amount reached seven digits.

I had to admit, I enjoyed watching you strut around with your nose in the air and a sway in your hips. You exhibited the same confidence you had that night in the Towers, but now it had more of an authoritative air to it. I could see us now, me, the billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and you, the savvy, charitable businesswoman and future Mrs. Wayne.

I was still curious as to why you felt so indebted to give. The people around you sure didn’t. Your mother certainly didn’t seem like the giving type, considering the way she treated me and how she hardly left her luxurious estate. I wondered what had inspired you to write check after check to people in need. Or were you running from something, gorgeous?

You sashayed out of the lobby of your apartment building dressed in a checkered suit, a pair of Ray Bans shielding your eyes from the blazing, summer sun. Your town car pulled up to the curb at the same time, and you ducked into the backseat. I watched the car peel down the street and out of sight before I got out of mine. I crossed the road, narrowly dodging oncoming cars, and slipped inside the glass doors of the building.

The lobby was rather empty except for a few people and a security guard. Luckily, I fit in with the environment of the building and its posh residents in my black turtleneck and fitted pants. I walked straight past the security guard and towards the turnstiles barring the elevators from me. I took my fake apartment pass out of my pocket. It was pretty simple to make it a few days ago using all the technology Wayne Enterprises had to offer. Still, I held my breath when I scanned it, and only released it when I heard the beep and pushed through the turnstile with ease.

I shoved it back into my pocket and approached the elevators. I jabbed the up arrow button with my pointer finger, and a second later, the light above the middle elevator flickered on. A ding sounded as the metal doors slid open, and I stepped inside. The button for the penthouse lit up when I selected it, and the doors clicked into place behind me. The elevator jolted slightly when it started to ascend, but the ride quickly smoothed out as it climbed up the skyscraper.

I watched the number of floors tick higher and higher until the elevator finally came to a stop. The doors parted, and I stepped out into a small hallway leading to a single door. I glanced around, making sure no one was watching me, before I pulled out a pair of black, leather gloves. I slipped them on as I walked towards the door. I took out my lock picking kit and bent over, getting to work. After a little bit of testing and tweaking, I heard the telltale click of a lock opening. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, and the door gave way.

I stepped inside the penthouse, my dress shoes squeaking against the light hardwood floor, and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh, like lemons and lilacs and laundry detergent. I kicked the door closed and locked it behind me. I glanced down at the heavy, silver, Cartier watch on my wrist. I had approximately four hours before you would come back and regather your wits in between meetings. Four hours to do whatever I wanted in your home.

Maybe my behavior was starting to border on psychotic.

The living room was open and airy with a breathtaking view of the cerulean sky and Gotham City skyline out of the wall of floor to ceiling windows. There was an L-shaped, white leather couch in the middle with a few gray pillows haphazardly thrown on it. A potted succulent and a copy of George Orwell’s The Road to Wigan Pier gathered dust on a glass coffee table. A large flatscreen tv was mounted to a white wall. After digging through your DVR, I found that you didn’t really watch a lot of tv, which made sense, since you didn’t really have the time to. The only shows you had recorded were a couple of dramas, some family sitcoms, and the occasional guilty pleasure reality tv show. Titles by Howard Zinn and Upton Sinclair lined the shelves of an overcrowded bookcase, and a few Rothko paintings hung on the wall, bringing in a little bit of color to an otherwise monochromatic room.

Next was the kitchen. It was situated right beside the living room in an open concept style. The cabinets and cupboards were made out of glossy, white wood and didn’t have handles. You had to push on them before they opened. The countertops were clear and shiny from a recent cleaning, and what little dirty dishes there were had been stacked in a pile in the sink. Overall, it was extremely tidy and neat. The only thing out of place was a half-drunk glass of water sitting on top of the island. I guess you had run out of time before you could drink all of it this morning. I picked up the glass and drained the rest of its contents before putting it in the sink for you. You could thank me later.

I moved into the dining room right off of the kitchen. I knew you used it for some of your fundraising dinners and board member meetings. There was a pair of glass, double doors that led out to the patio. I could see a grill that I doubted you used, some tables and chairs, and lounge chairs surrounding a rectangular pool filled with crystal blue water. The surface perfectly reflected the sun and the clouds so it looked you like you had the sky in your patio.

I took the see-through staircase to the second floor. It led me to a small landing with two doors. I chose the one on the left, and I opened it to reveal your bedroom. However, it wasn’t decorated with personal or sentimental belongings. It looked more like a hotel room than somebody’s bedroom. I walked across the white fur rug and collapsed on the king-sized bed that was the focal point of the room. It was impossibly soft, like laying on a cloud, and I rolled around in the white duvet, messing up the articulately made bed. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to fuck you on this very bed, to hear the sounds of your moans over the squeak of the springs and leave imprints of our intertwined bodies on the mattress and dampen the sheets with our sweat. My eyes snapped open. I was getting hard already, and I had to stay focused. I couldn’t attend to my needs just yet.

I got off of the bed and smoothed out the covers before heading into the attached bathroom. The walls were covered with gleaming, white tile, and the floor under my feet was made out of cold marble. The wall of windows had a large, white curtain drawn over it to keep passersby (but mostly me) from seeing in. There was a walk in shower big enough for three people to fit inside comfortably. The shower head was a metallic rectangle installed in the ceiling that let down a drizzle of water similar to rainfall. I took my time smelling your body wash and shampoo and conditioner, all of the products that made up your delicious fragrance that I had become so addicted to.

I walked over to the sink. Above the counter was a mirror that had a string of lights around that, when turned on, gave the perfect lighting I assumed to do your makeup. I bent down and rummaged through the cabinet below the sink. I found a lot of hair care items, bottles of perfume, boxes of tampons, and lotions. I saw a little green packet in middle of it all and picked it up. Birth control. From the looks of it, it had been recently used. Good to know. I put it back and closed the cabinet. I stood up and looked at the sink. There was nothing on the counter except for a single toothbrush. I took it out of its holder and ran my tongue over the bristles. I could still taste the minty toothpaste you had used this morning. I wondered if this is what your mouth would taste like when I finally kissed you.

I replaced the toothbrush and turned into the other door attached to your bedroom. It led me to a huge walk-in closet probably as big as most college dorms. Garments ranging from your everyday dresses and suits all the way to luxurious evening gowns hung on racks lining the perimeter of the room organized by item type and then color. There was an island in the middle that contained all of your designer purses, high heels, and priceless jewelry. A small chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling cast white light down on the closet. I scampered over to a plain laundry basket tucked into the corner of the room. I fell to my knees and sorted through the contents until I produced a pair of black, lace panties. I buried my nose in them and breathed in your scent. My eyes closed, and a smile came over my face. I could tell they had been recently worn.

My blood ran cold when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I lifted my face away from your underwear and glanced down at my watch. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath. I had lost track of time.

I only had enough time to shut the door and turn off the closet light before the door to the bedroom swung open. I peaked through the slats in the door to see you walk in, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand and panting from exhaustion. You dropped your purse at the foot of your bed and threw your phone on your duvet. It bounced once on the mattress before coming to a rest.

“Why is it so hot?” you murmured to yourself. You kicked off your oxfords and shimmied out of your checkered suit jacket. Then, your fingers went to the buttons on your white, chiffon blouse. My eyes widened as I watched you undo button after button, each one that came undone revealing more of your smooth, unmarred skin. My cock twitched in my pants, and I started palming myself to ease some of the tension.

You finished unbuttoning your blouse and let it hang open. You shrugged it off and discarded it carelessly to the floor. My gaze raked over the exposed skin of your stomach to the rise and fall of your flushed chest. The swell of your breasts could barely be contained by the cups of your pushup bra. My erection was painfully restrained by the fabric of my pants, and I couldn’t take it anymore. As quietly as I could, I unzipped my pants and pulled my hardening cock out of its confines. My hand was still gripping your panties, and I wrapped them around my length as I started to stroke up and down.

You toed off your socks and walked over to the full length mirror in your room. You stood in front of it with your back to me, and I could see your reflection look over itself. You pursed your lips and pinched the skin of your stomach with your fingers. I wondered if you were self-conscious. You had no reason to be. I couldn’t understand how you could see yourself as anything but gorgeous, gorgeous.

You bent over and tugged your pants down your legs, giving me a perfect view of the curve of your ass. The region between your legs was covered by a gray thong, and my hand sped up. Something about the possibility of getting caught in the act thrilled me and only heightened my arousal. Drops of sweat ran down my face, and I bit my lip to stifle my moans so hard that I could taste blood. I imagined touching your soft, warm flesh, letting my hands trail over your curves, covering every inch of skin with my mouth. I imagined tearing that thong off of you before pressing you up against the wall and fucking you senseless until you were begging and screaming my name.

You stood up and reached for the clasp on your bra as I came. My release coated your lacy panties, and I leaned my head back. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips as euphoria washed over me. It was barely audible, but my pulse quickened as your head snapped in the direction of the closet. You drew your brows together, and the sound of blood rushing filled my ears as you slowly made your way towards me. I was stuck, glued to the spot, and my limbs were frozen. I had no clue what to do.

Just as it seemed like the end for me, your ringtone drew your attention. You stopped in your tracks, and after a second, walked over to your bed, shaking your head. You snatched your buzzing phone off of the duvet and accepted the call before holding it to your ear. “Hello?”

I tucked myself back into my pants as you listened to the speaker on the other end. “Yeah, sorry, I was in a meeting earlier. That’s why I couldn’t return your call. Yeah, I know I’ve been busy lately. I’m sorry I keep cancelling, but there’s not really anything I can do about it.”

God, whoever you were speaking to was really clingy. “Look, we’re still on for tonight, right? Dinner at seven?” I halted all my movements. This person didn’t seem like one of the rich people you cyphered money from. Who were you going to dinner with that wasn’t me?

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you there.” You paused as the caller said something else. A laugh tumbled from your lips, a real, genuine laugh, and I narrowed my eyes. I wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that! “Okay, I have to go. I have another meeting to get to. I know, I know. Bye, Brant.”

The air was sucked out of my lungs. Wait. I knew that name. Brant? You were having dinner with Brant Jones? The guy who had beaten me up along with Tommy Elliot back at Anders Prep, and then teased and taunted me relentlessly in front of Grace and Emma Hsueh? You were choosing to spend your time with that sleaze when you had me at your every beck and call?

I waited as you got dressed and grabbed your things, and only when I heard the front door slam shut did I come out of my hiding place. I stashed your soiled panties in my pocket for later use. I needed to confirm if my suspicions were true. I dashed out of your room to the other door across from it. It opened to an orderly office. This room was a lot darker than the other rooms. Thick, black curtains covered the windows, and bookshelves packed with even more books bordered the walls. In the center of it all was a grand oak desk. Neat stacks of paper took up the desk space, and a Mac laptop rested on top of a pile of manila folders.

I pushed aside the padded desk chair, sending it rolling across the room, and I combed through the assortment of files and documents on your desk. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I lifted a worn, gray, moleskin planner from off of the desk. The cover was creased and wrinkled from so much wear and tear. I pulled the elastic band keeping it closed off and flipped to the page with the ribbon page marker stuck in the spine of the planner. It was an overview of the whole month, and I went back a couple of weeks to the day after the Falcone Home and School for Orphans charity ball. Sure enough, written down in black, fountain pen was “Dinner with Brant.”

You had turned me down for some half-wit who leeched off of his trust fund? I couldn’t understand it. My eyes scanned over the next couple of weeks, and “Dinner with Brant” was written down in a couple more places and crossed out a few times. I landed on today’s date, and there it was again: “Dinner with Brant” in neat, precise handwriting.

There was no doubt about it. You were dating that ugly, foolish piece of shit! How could you decide to be with that hideous asshat with a brain the size of a walnut? I physically winced as I imagined you two doing anything remotely sexual. He looked like a garbage fire next to me, and yet you would rather date some repulsive, vile creature who did nothing but crawl around from club to club and beg until he could get in and then drink until he couldn’t remember his own name. What could you possibly see in him?

I shouldn’t blame you. It probably wasn’t your fault. There had to be something else going on. Someone as perfect as you couldn’t willingly choose to be in a relationship with him. Maybe you were forced into it, or maybe he was abusing you. The thought of him laying a hand on you made my blood boil. He had already exhibited some pretty controlling behavior already. Though, I guess I wasn’t one to talk, since I was standing in the middle of your office uninvited and all.

But there’s no other way around it, gorgeous. Your boyfriend has to go.

CHAPTER FIVE

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