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mins-fins · 6 months

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I WISH YOU WOULD (P.WB)

SUMMARY . . . there's so much more he could've done, so much he could've said. he hates what a stupid mistake he made, and how ashamed he was. what does scrutiny matter if he couldn't even get his feelings out in the first place?

PAIRING . . . park wonbin x male!reader

GENRE . . . angst

WARNINGS . . . internalized homophobia, homophobia in general

WORD COUNT . . . 0.9k

NOTES . . . HAPPY FRIDAY!!! 1989 tv comes out today and i wish you would has always been my favorite song on 1989 so um this is what spawned because of it 👍 i'll be back in half an hour im gonna go watch that scary robot movie lol‼️

. . . lomls @partiallyderived and @jinkiseason asked to be tagged (they wanna make me cry so bad thats so crazy 🤣) (im listening to cherry bomb)

"i love you".

if wonbin could go back, trust he would.

there's something disappointing about falling in love with your fellow trainee, your fellow trainee who is also your best friend, your fellow trainee who is also a boy. he wishes he could rewrite time and not convince his mom to change his class at school, because then he would never have met him.

and now that sounds downright ridiculous, it can't possibly be that bad can it? i mean— falling in love with your best friend as a whole is an entire kind of situation that happens in books and usually has a happy ending. what's wrong with his best friend?

nothing, there's nothing wrong with him.

it's wonbin that's wrong.

having conflicting feelings is normal, obviously, everyone experiences it when they have a crush, but wonbin didn't want to have feelings for his best friend, wonbin didn't want to have a crush on a boy.

y/n was probably one of the best people he's ever met. he's kind, and understanding, and beautiful, and humorous and pretty much attractive to anyone with two pairs of eyes, he's the perfect boyfriend material, he's just perfect.

and maybe that's what felt so wrong about having feelings for his best friend, intimidation.

well, wonbin liked to lie to himself.

yeah, that's the reason your afraid of having feelings for your best friend, your "intimidated" by his perfection, not because your scared of what others would think, other trainees, management, your parents, the world, that's not the reason your afraid of having feelings for him.

wonbin had never really spent a lot of time thinking about it, and he hates how he can practically hear the responses from people the moment he realizes his feelings for y/n.

they're staring at him like he's disgusting.

and what's worse than having people judge you? judge you for something you yourself can't control?

it's what keeps him up at night, those worries used to be planted at the back of his mind, because how would it even become something of relevance in his life? it'd never actually become real.

and maybe he's wrong for thinking such a way; after all, he can't just let others dictate who he loves or doesn't love.

but it's the thoughts in his mind slowly eating away at him that make him feel like everything's spiraling out of control. he can't date y/n, in a company like sm, in a country like korea, where if someone ever saw them together he'd be scrutinized and black-listed from the idol industry despite how hard he's worked?

it all makes him feel sick to his stomach.

how was he even supposed to tell y/n? he knew y/n wasn't homophobic but.. then there's the fear of rejection, he can't even imagine the kind of look y/n would give him if he found out. not out of disgust, but out of surprise, shock.

somehow, his mind thinks of every bad possibility as an outcome.

and just staring at y/n, sweet beautiful y/n who has no idea what he's fighting in his head, makes him fear confessing even more.

the two of them are already what i guess you'd dub "over affectionate". they do a lot of couple-y things like have matching rings, cook for each other, help run errands together, cuddle, steal each other's sweaters, cling onto each other like they were lifelines.

if everything stayed like that, wonbin would be just fine.

but of course, when has life ever been nice to him?

wonbin can't really stare at y/n without feeling like he wants to break down into tears and sob, they could be having the best time ever and he'll still have this overwhelming wave of sadness wash over him when he remembers his feelings.

it disappoints him in a way that it shouldn't..

and y/n clearly picks up on his sudden change. his flushed cheeks, mutters, and the way he seems to enjoy avoiding eye contact with him these days.

is his unusual clinginess noticeable?

wonbin usually isn't self conscious about things that like, but he guesses falling in love with your best friend makes you begin seeing things in a whole different light. he can't help but notice the uncomfortable shift in the air between him and y/n.

nothing has even been said.. so why is his anxiety through the roof?

wonbin finally snaps out of whatever dream he was having when he feels nails dig into his shoulder, squeeze them like his life depends on it. that's all it takes for wonbin to flinch, and he hates the way his reaction is so immediate, it's just more obvious that way.

y/n blinks, startled by the way he suddenly flinches. "you okay?" he inquires, and wonbin wants to kiss him so bad it infuriates him.

he shouldn't want to kiss him.

he feels like he's being pinched, and somehow he forces out a response; "yeah i'm just tired".

y/n doesn't buy his lie, it's evident in the way he stares at him for a specifically long time. "you should be fine".

wonbin pauses. "what?"

"your gonna debut, i wouldn't worry about it" y/n mutters, and he brings his knees to his chest as he rocks back and forth.

wonbin stares, hopefully not for too long, because then he'd just be looking too obvious and then y/n would ask more questions.

he really wants to punch himself at the moment.

he shouldn't feel so disgusted about being in love with y/n.

but he does.

#park wonbin #riize #riize wonbin #wonbin riize #park wonbin imagines #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize drabbles #park wonbin x reader #riize x reader #riize x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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that-gay-gal · 1 month

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March for Raph day 17!:

Good citizen‼️

He’s just a silly guy

Side note: I love artists who draw R! Raph like the industrial refrigerator he is

It’s also just fun drawing him built like a semi truck! But I admit, it is hard. My first few drawings of him were… worthy to be burned in a campfire. But I couldn’t give up, I had to draw my favorite blorbo PERFECTLY

So, here we are. I think I do a pretty solid job drawing him! To the point I find him the easiest (not including actions poses because AAAHHHH)

He square. You have to draw him like one!

Well, you don’t have to but I think he looks cooler when he’s drawn with the shape of a mansions door /aff

UGH I TOLD MYSELF I WOULDN’T RANT ok bye guys

WAIT I need to mention how I’ve been drawing Raph with ripped up bandana tails and only recently realized/remembered it’s not like that in the show. I COULD’VE SWORN IT WAS

The Mandela effect is getting to me /j

Ok ok this is getting way too long, bye! (For real this time 💀)

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therealhousewifeofharrystyles · 10 months

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Harry’s Home

(PART I.)

Pairing: Roommate!Harry // Nameless 1st-Person Femme Protagonist

Word Count: ~ 12k words

‼️Mature/18+‼️

⚠️ Content Warnings: Adult Language, Lots of Flirting, Pining, Love/Hate Dynamic, References to Body Weight (“Chubby” Reader), Body Objectification (M & F), References to Masturbation (F), Mentions of Body-Type Biases, Alcohol Consumption (Legal & Responsible Drinking), References to Ovulation & Implications to Breeding

**ANY & ALL IMAGES USED ARE NOT MINE**

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are 100% welcome 💕

Weeknights deserve more credit. For many of us, it’s the peaceful resolution to our day. It’s the time when we come home after being excused from our lectures or meetings, or when we clock-out at the end of our shifts. We’ll safely make it back to our comfort zones and our open time slot can be occupied with whatever we want. Those few free hours are sacred. They give adults a necessary recharge. Personally, I share my humble homestead with an egotistical, British businessman—Harry Styles.

Harry was employed as a marketing executive for a unisex fashion brand located in Portland, Oregon. ‘Vol. 6’ started out as a small business, and had recently made waves in the industry with its diverse designs and overall style inclusivity. The company’s roots were planted by a few local, starving artists who set up an online shop with the most modest of intentions. The amateurs were blindsided by how their ideas blew up in overwhelming popularity via the internet. It was like winning the lottery. They eventually accumulated so many orders that they needed to expand their operations—hiring an A-team of designers, tailors, and legal professionals(for copyright purposes, of course). International sweatshops and inhumane labor conditions were far from what Vol. 6 sought to create. And so they stayed in Portland—keeping their focus upon ensuring exceptional product quality, as well as enforcing flexible, comfortable, and progressive working environments for its employees. Although an underdog in the fashion scene, Vol. 6’s excellent reputation continued to soar without a hitch. It turns out that a cohesive process of structured business management and clever marketing can be achieved without sacrificing empathy, creativity, realness, or substance. The only disadvantage is the limited supply of merchandise whilst there’s a metastasizing demand. It’s not like this kind of business structure is rare. High-status designer brands have been known to keep their stock low—or at least that’s what they say—for their popular items to seem more valuable and special. As an operation that works against those capitalist games, Vol. 6 values employee and customer satisfaction over profit. The company’s active attention and true kindness are what separates them from the rest.

So, as I mentioned before, Harry is a part of Vol. 6’s marketing team. He often collaborates with the designing team when he’s working on new promotions or adverts. Creative cohesiveness is essential to successful marketing. Hence why Harry and Mitch became close friends as they had consistently developed ads together for a couple of years.

Some have referred to the boys as yin and yang. One of the two tended to present himself as intimidating and pretentious, whilst the other was comparatively quite mild and personable. It was a mystery how these men befriended one another instead of becoming enemies. Harry was the type that wanted to complete tasks his way, and his way only. In total contrast, Mitch liked spontaneity—preferring to ‘go with the flow’ rather than planning ahead. That method of living was despised by Harry. He was set in his ways. It didn’t make sense to him how his friend could act so unbothered by the world’s chaos. Maybe it was just his hot temper, or maybe it was the way his natural responses to conflict were either instigating a verbal quarrel or using bitter humor as a defense mechanism…but Harry just wasn’t a people person. Mitch had thankfully brought him out of his comfort zone a few times—reminding Harry of his university days when his mates had turned him into a womanizer. The results, however, differed from those times due to Harry developing a bleeding heart as he progressed through his twenties. He was open to new experiences and fun banter with strangers as long as Mitch accompanied him. And so they became somewhat of a package-deal. Well, at least that had been the case before Mitch started dating Sarah Jones.

Harry had nothing to dislike about Mitch’s girlfriend. They got along just fine. However, Mitch became less and less available to Harry outside of work…Which meant Harry wasn’t going out much, and that was his issue. Of course he was happy for his friend—Mitch was supportive of him when he was in a serious relationship a few years back. There was no reason for Harry to be bitter. I personally believe he was just lamenting; that he was struggling to accept the fact that life would no longer be the same as it was. He looked back to when he was working towards a degree and reminisced about how he felt more socially fulfilled from living with, and eventually befriending, complete strangers. Those college memories had been the stepping stones of Harry’s development into true adulthood. He had no intention to ever stop growing and improving as a man. Thus why Harry sought to make a big lifestyle change in order to work towards branching out on his own accord. No more was he to reside in a bachelor-pad apartment with a shitty landlord who had never fixed the rattling air-conditioner. He was going to move somewhere more permanent. A place where he could enter his thirties as successful, single, and not lonely. A housemate would solidify the latter.

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Having met him briefly a few times, Sarah recognized a few of Harry’s traits as noticeably familiar. She knew someone personally with identical mood swings, a goofy laugh, and an annoyingly specific taste regarding every little thing. The combination of resemblances felt bizarre to witness up close. She felt like Harry had been performing as some sort of parody—speaking in hyperboles and absolutes as a joke. But she soon realized she was wrong and that he was just like that. Reacting emotionally was actually his genuine response to any sort of change. Sure, she’d interacted with the moody type before. She’d also certainly met plenty of picky control-freaks. Only, the person Harry reminded her of was unique in that she was entertainingly campy, yet sincerely empathetic; and Harry was the same. That person who’d come to her mind was me. And as soon as Sarah heard the news that Harry was looking for a roommate, her ears perked up and she reached out to me immediately.

But I guess I should probably explain the origin story of Harry and me, together, in more detail…here, I’ll start over:

My introduction to Harry was when a friend of mine, Sarah, gave me the news that her boyfriend’s officemate, Harry, was looking to lease a new place. The house was located in a nice suburban area just outside of Portland. Seeing that the neighborhood had been on the upscale side, he wanted to find a roommate to split the pricey rent with. Me, working full time and desperately seeking a replacement for living with my parents, saw this as the golden opportunity to finally have true independence. My initial excitement almost deterred me from wondering whether this ‘Harry’ dude was decent, or reliable, or if he was just some complete prick. I’d never met the guy. I didn’t know a single thing about him besides his name, and yet I’d already begun to mentally pack my bags. I still should’ve had more reservations about it. But then again, I was already aware of how uncomfortable living with a complete stranger was—thanks to college life in the U.S., of course. Also, Sarah’s boyfriend, Mitch, was (and still is) a respectable guy and I was sure he’d only surround himself with people of the like…logically speaking. After all, he was my closest friend’s boyfriend. If Harry stepped on my toes even once, Mitch would endure a hurricane of wrath from my Sarah.

The added layer of safety provided by my best friend’s loyalty was comforting. But this was still a gigantic step for me as a young adult. I’d be actually moving out of my parents’ house entirely for the first time ever. You could say I was blissfully naive of what challenges and obstacles my future held. Apart from all my idealistic daydreaming, I couldn’t help seeking a clearer picture of who Harry actually was (literally and figuratively).

Sarah had given me a basic description:

“He’s a sweet guy. But he tends to act kind of… ambiguous at times? His vibes go back and forth, you know? Kind of unpredictable. Hot ‘n cold…” she trailed on.

Ok. That obviously required significant elaboration—of which she’d eventually come around to providing after I sang the classic Katy Perry lyrics she’d unintentionally referenced.

“…Yeah, yeah, yeah…” She dismissed me, my sing-songy tangent coming to a giggly close.

“…But I’m serious—Mitch has told me all about Harry’s passive narcissism and how much of a stubborn grump he can be…I don’t know, maybe it’s a British thing. A stereotype, I know; but he switches from sarcastic to compassionate on the flip of a dime…” Sarah rambled.

I squinted at her and shook my head in disbelief. This was starting to sound a little sketchy. A grumpy, moody, narcissist? Awesome.

“Psh, so he’s a crabby geriatric divorceé? Wonderful…It’s no wonder he’s got that old-timey name, to boot. The guy just needs a caretaker…also, why would Volume 6 hire an old dude to handle their marketing campaigns..?” I joked.

Sarah shook her head and laughed as if I’d just said something utterly ridiculous.

“HA! Oh, god…I’ll have to remember to tell Mitch all of what you just said.” Sarah wheezed, entertained by my very false assumptions of Harry.

I blinked at her, not understanding why she found what I said so funny.

“…You have it all wrong, babe. He moved here from the UK, like, 10 years ago I think? Mitch said he hopped around from LA to New York City, then from New York to…um, well…to here, in sweet ole Portlandia.” She concluded.

As a young woman in her early-twenties, I wasn’t very enthusiastic about this living arrangement coming to life.

The look on my face must have revealed my doubts because my friend chuckled, waving her hands around for emphasis, and quickly clearing the air for me.

“Wait, wait, hold on! Before you tune out—He’s in his late 20’s! Just realizing how weird that sounded…Yeesh, I’d never let you live with some stinky, old, Englishman, you dummy!”

Phew…That sounded much better. It wouldn’t be too different from living with my older brother, then. But that one word, ‘ambiguous’—it wouldn’t leave my mind. Adjectives like that just leave too much to the imagination…well, to mine, anyway. What was Harry being all ambiguous about? My overzealous curiosity pushed me to spiral, conjuring up whatever dirty secrets that would be instant deal-breakers for me…

Did he smoke inside? Did he hate cats? Dogs? Or worse, was he the leader of some creepy murder cult? And if so, would he reserve our living room for their weekly meetings?!

...Would I be spared as a sacrifice because of my not-so-virgin blood?

Was he a fratty douchebag who peaked in college and succumbed to alcoholism?

Was he the type who’d refuse to be my roommate once he saw that I wasn’t a size-00? Would he feel catfished and tell me I looked “bigger in person?” …Not like that sort of thing really mattered to me—I’d just heard that before from a few guys around his age who were surely expecting to be faced with some petite porcelain doll…

Anyway, I guess I just hoped he’d be direct enough to tell me…you know…anything worth mentioning before I’d officially become his roommate. For all I knew, he was probably just a snobby little brat with an annoying, pompous accent.

Amidst my internal ramblings, Sarah added that Harry was a perfectionist.

So, I was right—he was a brat.

I wanted to stay positive, though. Maybe he was just a neat freak, and that’s what Sarah was implying. I mean, that didn’t sound too intolerable, right? And if he was moody, maybe he’d just keep to himself most of the time. I was perfectly fine with that. I tended to keep to myself most of the time, too...though, I never thought of myself as that moody…

Whoever he was, I just crossed my fingers that he wouldn’t have any attitude similarities to Simon Cowell. Just imagining that possibility made my head hurt and my self-confidence plummet. Whatever. That was probably unlikely, right?

Nonetheless, I was desperate for answers. Sarah just shrugged at me and told me to look him up myself if I wanted to know more. And so, I went to work.

Who was Harry Styles? Aye, that was the question…sorry, I’ll continue:

Doing some basic Googling, it seemed that Harry was at least somewhat active on social media…enough that he wasn’t untraceable, at least. This was one of those (very)few times where I was legitimately grateful for the existence of online social platforms. I scrolled and scrolled, and clicked, and scrolled some more…for probably 3 solid hours. Daylight had actually run out by the time I’d realized how badly my corneas were stinging. I’d looked at myself in the black reflection of my phone and could see the popped blood vessels in the whites of my eyes. At least I found what I was searching for.

Luckily for me, his—albeit, ancient—Facebook page looked genuine and free of any red flags. To my dismay, I had to send a friend request and a follow request to his socials in order to actually have access to the profiles. Did that make it obvious that I was in the middle of e-stalking him? Quite likely, yes…But I’d let my excitement and curiosity overtake my sense of self-preservation that night. Tiptoeing around so I could naturally stumble across a morsel of information would’ve been agonizing. My main objective was more important to me than playing mind games with that stranger, Mister Harry Styles. I wanted so badly to free myself from the confines of my childhood home, regardless. Ugh! I was the only one in my friend group who still lived with their parents, and the lack of privacy only weighed heavier on me as time progressed. My dear friend, Sarah, kindly gifted me my long-awaited chance at freedom by sending Harry’s offer my way, and I wanted to run with it.

Yes, I may have been diving face-first into a serious commitment with a complete stranger. Sure, I’ve never lived with a man who wasn’t related to me. And, yeah, I was nervous that this guy was going to reject me because I was younger, eager, and…kinda on the chubby side, to be honest. I know, I know…

My size shouldn’t matter, I knew that, and I still know that. It never truly matters. I knew my situation wasn’t the same as meeting a lousy Tinder date or whatever, but I felt paranoid regardless. All sorts of men have burned me in the past with their shallowness, so I wasn’t about to hold onto a false guise of confidence just for my big break to disappoint me in the end. The age difference felt somewhat significant on top of that. I’d been made aware that Harry was a few years my senior, but it didn't bother me. I hoped it wouldn’t bother him, either…that, and everything else about me, of course…I just had to wait and see.

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He accepted my friend/follow requests immediately, and I dove head-first into research (lowkey-stalker) mode. From awkward prom photos and blurry, live music performances, the innocence of his Facebook profile finally put my worries at ease. His most recent profile picture was of him, his mother, and his sister. The candid, selfie-style photo successfully pulled a smile out of me. It’s not a secret that there are wolves in sheep’s clothing out there. But my gut assured me he was safe—that he was a decent guy. The back and forth comments on those family photos were friendly enough for me to assume a close bond between the two siblings, especially. My cheeks started to ache from my incessant smiling and giggling. The pictures were just so cute, I had to message Sarah about it.

[Text Messages]

Me: stfu this guy is adorable 😫

Sarah: HA I’ll have Mitch let him know u think so 😏 ❤️

Me: Oh my god, fr pls don’t

Sarah: Too late 😉

Me: Alrighty 🙂 Brb…gonna go play in traffic 🤪

Sarah: Ur such a drama queen lol

Me: Yep, that’s me 😚

Sarah: xoxo 😘💋

** one week later **

Sarah told me Harry was a bit different than the way he seemed in those family photos. She said he had tattoos and that he was a total frat boy at heart. All shyness aside, “…his true colors shine their brightest when he’s riled up…I’ve seen it. Little crabby pants man-child.” It was safe to say that Sarah was explicitly giving me a warning for Harry’s hot temper. I looked past it at the time because–as a sensitive crybaby myself–I assumed he was just in-tune with his emotions. I saw nothing wrong with that. I actually found it to be quite refreshing. A handsome man who isn’t an emotionless narcissist or a bird-brained himbo? Sounded pretty exciting to me! I looked forward to possibly cohabitating with someone who had a solid connection to their empathetic side.

Also, basically everyone and their mom has a tattoo or a sleeve. Harry wasn’t different or special in that way to me at all. I completely shrugged it off. Who cared? Still curious as all hell, I scrolled around for a link to his Instagram. The link was right there on his Facebook profile.

Nice.

This is just too easy, I thought. I’ve got all this information on this man at my fucking fingertips.

Wow wow wow wow…

So, uh…Needless to say, Harry presented himself as a little less, um…well, I definitely wouldn’t have pegged him as a “mama’s-boy.” I mean, it wasn’t like he was unrecognizably different or anything. Sarah’s depiction of him, although vague, was right on the nose. All of this was meant for research purposes only. But it was objectively true that he was insanely gorgeous. It was just a fact. Pretending like Harry was average in attractiveness…I mean, why would I do that? Why would I lie to myself when the man was just an innocent sight for my sore eyes? That’s all he was…he was cute. Handsome. Adorable. It was as simple as that. I just don’t know why I couldn’t stop coming back to his Instagram time and time again. No matter how paranoid I’d been about accidentally liking a post from like…5 years ago…I still kept clicking on his profile for more.

He had a few videos of him working out—pull ups, bench presses, deadlifts—all of which featured a very sweaty, and very shirtless Harry.

He also had a few group shots with friends. Sometimes there would be a picture of him with his mom or his sister.

The latest posts revealed his plethora of tattoos to my unexpecting eyes. It was obvious that he knew he was attractive. He knew he wasn’t some average Joe. And I swear he had to have known I was looking. Surely he was looking at mine, too. But I was quite conservative and innocent on my instagram profile—similar to the way he looked on his Facebook. I had to admit, the general vibe of this virtual scrapbook was indeed leaning on the fratty side. Sarah was right. He also seemed aloof in some ways. It looked like he preferred small gatherings to larger ones. He didn’t post very often, and it was hardly ever him who’d be taking photos of himself. Someone else would capture Harry’s beauty.

The contrast between the two online profiles distracted the hell out of me. Specifically, I found myself gawking at him in his sweaty workout videos. His defined shoulder muscles quickly caught my attention, my gaze drifting across the defined blades until I ventured lower. The butterfly on his abdomen was both creepy and beautiful. It reminded me of the moth from Silence of the Lambs. Its wings glistened with a layer of moisture as he pulled himself up and down on the steel bar. Beads of sweat made his chestnut curls cling damply to his skin. I salivated watching this man strain and flex continuously; and I felt myself arch my back while I sat, pressing and grinding my clothed core against my mattress.

Jesus…What was happening to me?!

So, uh…the truth is…I thought Harry was really fucking hot. There was no point in lying about it. His hair just looked so soft and silky, and I wanted to run my fingers through it. I wanted to pull at it. I wanted to slide my soapy hands across the art on his body under a steaming hot shower. I wanted to kiss my way down until I was met with what I was 10000% convinced would stand a girthy, 7-inch masterpiece. Oddly specific, I know. But it was obvious he had a gorgeous dick to compliment the rest of him. He just had this vibe—this aura about him. It’s hard to explain. What was worse was how it seemed as if he knew he exuded that ‘big-dick energy,’ too.

So why 7 inches? Well, the dildo I’d been using for a while was about 6 inches—which was very nice, don’t get me wrong. But it just didn’t quite fill me…completely. And so I’d begun to fantasize about how Harry could stuff my holes instead. Fantasy Harry was a motherfucking dreamboat, let me tell ya. I couldn’t stop daydreaming about him—from carrying heavy boxes into the house and helping me unpack, to flat-out forcing me onto all fours, spanking my ass, and fucking me to tears. The fantasies only evolved over time, no matter how hard I tried to push those perverse thoughts away…but to be honest, I didn’t want to…

Nevermind his admittance of vanity, he still had a gentleness about him…hiding somewhere beyond those pale, teal eyes. Or maybe it was my overwhelming attraction to him that cast a rosy hue to how I perceived his character. I guess that was possible. However, I tended to have a good radar for these sorts of things—people, I mean. Harry made me feel excited, secure, comfortable, and very horny. I had no intentions of backing out from signing that lease, and I decided it was time to officially confirm that with him.

My addiction had only worsened from there. I’d begun to shamelessly use his posts as some sort of spank bank for my regular sessions of alone time. My body reacted quite positively to the change in routine. I couldn’t get too into it, though, as I hardly ever had the house to myself. That was one reason why I wanted out of there. Of course, I was still able to have my fun; I just needed to keep quiet. But fucking myself to Harry made staying quiet extremely difficult. It was like masturbating on Hard Mode. I was constantly hyper aware of how I handled my phone with my one free hand—so as to not double-tap. Then there were some photos of him where I’d pinch and zoom in closer, straining my eyes to see if I could make out the outline of his bulge. He wore black athletic shorts a lot of the time, so he was usually protected by the camouflage of the dark fabric. In one of his weight-lifting videos, though, he brought the bar up from the floor up to his knees, then slid it up just below his hips, and—oh my god. The metal pressed so closely to the tops of his thighs that he had his whole package propped up. His shorts tightened perfectly around him. It was so subtle, most people would probably miss it upon first glance. But I didn’t. I saw it. And now I can’t unsee it.

Oh…but he wouldn’t post him with a…or would he…?

Ugh, that cocky little smirk…Fucking asshole.

I hated him.

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Of course, I felt really dirty for thinking about my new roommate like that.

Oh, yeah…Sorry, uh, I forgot to mention: the two of us had e-signed the lease. I know, I know…but I needed to take the offer! How could I pass up the chance to 1.) move out of my parents’ house, and 2.) move in with a sexy, brooding, successful British man whom I could trust because he was a mutual friend AND…I honestly loved the house. It was old, but not broken or in shambles. The floors were amber hardwood, and the whole house was finished with matching carved, wooden railings and accent wall paneling. Having recently been remodeled, the kitchen was in excellent shape. Appliances were updated. The property was managed by an association which handled the lawn, utilities, and small, miscellaneous amenities. We had our own driveway, a connected two-car garage, and our mailbox was labeled with both of our last names.

The charming little cottage condo was now officially, and contractually, mine and Harry’s. I was ecstatic about it, honestly. We still hadn’t met in person yet, which I knew wasn't the smartest approach, but we’d at least chatted a bit over text and shared some friendly phone calls. His voice was insanely sexy, might I add. I knew he was from the UK, as per Sarah, and so of course I was expecting to be greeted with that accent. What I was not expecting was this slow, deep…rough…

Eek, sorry—um, I wasn’t expecting a voice like that to come out of the speaker, that’s all. Dare I say it, he actually sounded nervous to talk to me on that first call. He’d stutter his words whenever I posed a question, and I could practically hear his boyish smile through my phone. It also took forever for him to end our calls—our goodbyes resembling the never-ending midwestern kind that I was unfortunately very familiar with. They didn’t feel nearly as painful or awkward, though. Listening to his accented mumbles on the other line released a flutter of butterflies in my belly.

I later learned that Harry had performed his own research on me. The only difference was that he’d done most of it a week or so before we’d e-signed the lease together.

It was simple. At work, Mitch mentioned me in a conversation regarding the house Harry had his eye on. He was interested the moment my name was suggested, a gut-feeling making him latch onto me. Once he’d discovered my online profiles by searching through Mitch’s mutuals, his infatuation with me soared. He had a juvenile crush on me from the get-go.

Feeling 17 again, Harry would look for openings in their casual discussions so that he could bring me up. Mitch, being a good sport, spent day after day playing his role as the messenger between the 4 of us. He wished Sarah had just given Harry my phone number straight away instead. If she did, Mitch would’ve been able to eat his lunches in peace. Not only did Mitch lack the answers to those questions, but he’d also only interacted with me a handful of times. He struggled to provide Harry with even the barebones descriptions. How was he supposed to know whether I was a morning or a night person, or what my thermostat preference was, or which days I did my laundry, or how often I had guests over? My private social media accounts offered better information about me than that of the fleeting memories my best friend’s boyfriend stored in his brain.

Harry intended to use somewhat of a surreptitious approach to voicing his curiosity to Mitch. But his sly efforts were useless, as Mitch caught onto his scheme quite easily. There wasn’t anything indicating to me that he was interested in me in any way. Well, not until Sarah let it slip that Harry couldn’t keep my name out of his mouth whenever he spoke to Mitch. But I thought he was just curious…I mean, I was a random, younger woman whom he was going to be living with. It made sense to me that he wanted to know so much about me. I was just as curious.

Casual lunch conversations between the two men had begun to form a particular pattern of redirection. At first, Mitch thought Harry was simply just eager to send in his deposit before anyone else could. The rent cost was a steal for how nice the house was and for the lovely neighborhood it was in. However, he knew all this enthusiasm was directed towards me, in particular, when Harry’s eyes were perma-glued to his screen whilst scrolling through my photos. I didn’t really have that much to scroll through, but apparently Harry spent enough time staring at each individual picture that one may have assumed I had an endless gallery. He’d even taken the liberty of digging further and eventually found my LinkedIn page. I remember how the week before our first phone call, I’d gotten a notification from LinkedIn telling me that someone viewed my profile…I didn't even know why I kept the app on my phone since I was content with my current job. Nevertheless, Harry’s investigation wasn’t as covert as he’d hoped.

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Harry was scrolling around on my LinkedIn profile in the Vol. 6 breakroom. Without thinking, he outwardly deduced to Mitch, “She must be the commitment type,” referring to my short, yet impressive résumé. He promptly followed up his inference by chiming,“She’s lookin’ for something’ serious then, hm?”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, Harry’s nonchalance disappeared.

Mitch stopped in his tracks as Harry decided to drag the comment out further.

“I-I mean, like, for a serious living arrangement, y’know?” Harry squeaked.

Mitch cringed in discomfort as the cracking of Harry’s voice pierced his eardrums. To the man’s dismay, his friend didn’t know how to shut his mouth.

“…Some people can be quite fickle ‘bout it, yeah? And what, she’s 24? Surely she’s been disappointed by dozens of pricks by now. Must be dying for someone she can actually rely on, dontcha think?”

Mitch pursed his lips and half-heartedly agreed, “Mhm, probably sick of the fear-of-commitment type.”

Harry nodded and pulled at his lip with his thumb and forefinger. He then continued to ramble on.

“Now tha’ I’m edging on 30…I dunno…’guess I’m just looking—” He paused to clear his throat and scratch his nose with his knuckle. He looked considerably anxious. “—looking forward to, uh, commitments, and all tha’.”

Mitch’s eyes narrowed towards his friend who kept fidgeting with his hands on top of the table and dodging all eye contact. He found Harry’s clumsiness entertaining. He wanted to see how long he could get him to chase his tail. Instigating, Mitch said,“Yeah…So, uh, did you find anything else interesting about her?”

Harry lifted his head up to meet with the other man’s suspecting stare.

“Huh? Well, y-yes, definitely! ‘Course I did. She, uh…well, she’s—”

“—She’s a pretty girl…yeah, H?” Mitch interrupted, cutting him off from his stuttering. Harry swallowed dryly in response. At that point, it seemed to him that Mitch had finally picked up on his crush.

“Uhm, yeah…yeah, I think she is. Quite lovely, now that y’mention it.” His eyes blinked down at the zoomed image of me in a bridesmaid’s dress displayed on his clutched phone screen. Mitch patted Harry’s shoulder, heartily laughing at the glassy-eyed brunette in front of him.

Except, Harry wasn’t laughing. The shells of his ears turned red hot and his knee bobbed awkwardly under the table, unintentionally knocking on the hard surface a few times.

“Ah! Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, holding his nervous knee down.

“Harry, it’s ok if you have a lil crush on her...” Mitch assured him. Harry gnawed on the inside of his lip as Mitch kept on. “…God, y’know, I haven’t seen you down this bad since…well, since Cam, I think...”

Harry gulped at the mention of the woman’s name…the woman who broke his heart several years earlier. His discomfort with the subject was apparent to his friend who then swiftly rephrased. “Shit…Sorry…I just mean, like, you’ve got heart-eyes for a girl you’ve never even met. You don’t know her. She doesn’t know you…”

Harry stayed silent.

“…Honestly, I’m surprised. ‘Used to you always going for the Barbie-type. It’s nice to see you’re, uh, broadening your horizons, hm?” He smirked and drew an exaggerated hourglass in the air with his hands.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and got defensive at the suggestive implication. “Besides having dated all women, I’ve never had a type, Mitchell.” He scoffed. “And another thing—” Harry quipped, his pupils swallowing the soft green of his irises. Mitch, unintimidated, seemed quite amused by his friend’s sensitive temper.

“—You shouldn’t talk about her like tha’. Inn’ she close with Sarah?! That’s your girlfriend’s best friend. ‘S fucked up.”

Mitch nodded in agreement with a dismissing chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sarah’s known her for years, but I was just messing with you, man. Relax.”

The men were quiet for a few moments before Mitch sent a warning Harry’s way.“Don’t fuck around with her, ok? ‘less you’re looking to mop up the poor girl’s tears every day. You’re signing a 3-year lease, remember? Try not to think with the wrong head.”

Harry glared at Mitch.

Wha—mopping up tears?! That’s a bit dramatic…

Contrary to Mitch’s assumptions, Harry wasn’t planning to create an uncomfortable living space. That’s the last thing he wanted. Sure, he was attracted to me and felt little butterflies fluttering in his belly when he read my posts and my texts. So what?! That’s his business if he had a teeny tiny crush on his potential housemate. It felt like Mitch was deliberately egging him on, and that’s precisely how the conversation escalated.

“What—? What are you going on about?” His voice strained to release the words. Mitch was done beating around the bush—he realized how the aftermath of Harry’s pursuit of me could end with lots of crying on my part; and worst of all, a very angry Sarah Jones. He wanted to avoid that outcome as much as possible.

“H, you’re stalking her Facebook and shit—”

“—Oi! ’S not like tha’! I just wanna know who I’m asking to move in w’me!”

“Ok, well I’m pretty sure you don’t keep looking through all her photos because you wanna know how good she is about washing the dishes.”

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” Harry huffed. “…’Sides, you know it takes me a bit to get comfortable with people. Not to mention, I've never had a bloody roommate befo’, either.”

He was telling the truth—omitting some personal details in the process, but that didn’t matter. Not to Harry, at least. He knew Mitch was terrible at keeping secrets and that Sarah would be in the know before he could even finish a confession. There was no way he was going to risk jeopardizing such a safe and pleasant option with sharing his feelings so soon.

“Okay…” Mitch trails off. The air in the room was still and it made him uneasy. Harry scratched the shadow of stubble adorning his jaw. His impulsive mouth thankfully filled the silence that was suffocating them previously. As grown men and friends, the boys seemed to act like stubborn adolescents when it came to women—specifically, when it came to Harry and women.

“Um…so, you said you’ve met her before, yeah?” Harry couldn’t let it go.

Mitch drank from his water bottle and gave Harry the thumb’s up with his free hand.

“Then uh, why don’t you tell me ‘bout her? Like…Wha’s she like in person…?” Mitch took a deep breath and screwed the cap back onto the bottle. He then rubbed his thumb and forefinger against his chin mockingly. It was like Mitch was searching for ways to further tease Harry about his crush. Harry chose to ignore it this time.

Despite lacking approval in Harry’s newfound love-interest, Mitch offered him his honest knowledge anyway.“Hmm…well, I first met her at Sarah’s birthday party a few years back…She was nice, just a little on the quiet side. Seemed like she was holding herself back in that way, you know?”

The sincerity of his recollection shocked Harry. He was expecting to be turned down or mocked once again—he was even planning in his head what to send me via DM to further get to know me, assuming Mitch would’ve ended the conversation by that point. Luckily, he was mistaken.

“I remember her, like, tearing up at a picture of Lexi’s daughter. I thought that was a bit dramatic—the crying, I mean—but, I guess she hadn’t seen Lexi and her baby in almost a year or something..? I dunno…”

Harry frowned, empathizing with my reaction. It broke his heart whenever he couldn’t see his godchildren for long stretches of time, too. Mitch then tapped his fingertips against the table, traveling deeper into his memory to provide more details for Harry.

“…I’d say she’s sensitive in general, though. Sar told me how she’s always the one crying at movies, crying’ in arguments…cries whenever she sees a cat video on TikTok. Kind of a hot-mess, if you ask me…”

Harry’s lips twitched into a smile imagining my expressive emotions.

“...OH!” Mitch clapped his hands and chuckled before proceeding.

“She’s got this laugh that’s, uh, it’s like low-key really loud. Like, sometimes it’ll be this crazy wheeze and then, right away, she’s as red as a fuckin’ tomato. Sarah thinks it’s hilarious and they’ll basically laugh at each other for an hour. But yeah, you can tell she gets all weird and embarrassed after she laughs, though—and she apologizes for everything, all the time. Always sayin’ sorry when she literally didn’t do anything. I swear, dude…Someone could knock her onto her ass and she’d be the one to apologize. Wait, I think she’s from somewhere in the Midwest—like the northern nicey-nice states, y’know, so maybe it’s that? I’m not sure.”

“That’s…kinda cute.” Harry mumbled, his cheeks turning rosy.

Mitch grinned. “Oh, you think so?” A pink hue then washed over Harry’s skin entirely and he bashfully ran his hand through his loose curls. “Yeah, she seems quite lovely—I mean…”Harry stumbled over his admiration, trying his best to sound cool and detached. He failed miserably.

“…I-I dunno…Jus’ forget it.” He then buried his face in his hands, shamefully admitting defeat.

Mitch rolled his eyes and chuckled at his lovelorn friend. He guessed Harry was only randomly feeling things for me because he’s lived in a bachelor’s paradise for too long. It was also a known fact that he’d only have short flings once every blue moon. Those flings have become fewer and farther between as of late. Romance and commitment weren’t really Harry’s forte.

It’s not that he didn’t want a partner, but that he viewed the whole relationship-building process to be strenuous and stressful. Life and work were already difficult enough to balance. And so, for the past few years, Harry let himself be completely occupied by his job at Vol. 6. The go-to excuse to his friends (and especially his mother) for not settling down yet was that he carried a heavy workload, and he didn’t want to be an absent partner because of it. He’d end those conversations with a snippy “‘S as simple as that” phrase.

Even so, Harry was praying to God in the privacy of his lonely bedroom that he’d have the chance to settle down soon. All his adult life, he’d aspired to meet ‘the one’ and for him to give that one all his love and all his babies—a hopeless, hungry romantic Harry was. Dreams like these passed through his subconscious more frequently the more he aged. The British businessman was famished, desperate for love and connection.

Dating around was disappointing and redundant, and one-night-stands made him feel gross. He wasn’t simply a dumb, horny teenager anymore, he wasn’t even much of a dumb hornball of a man in his early adult years. Nay. He always kept an underlying craving for passion and compatibility. Harry was going to enter his 30’s in less than a year and he desired more than lackluster, meaningless sex with boring strangers. He needed more than arm candy. He needed more than a weak flame. He longed for an all-encompassing wildfire to eat away at his flesh from the inside out. He wanted to feel someone’s presence consume him.

Recently, Harry’s dreaming intuition had been signaling to him that he wouldn’t have to wait much longer to finally find his person. He was so needy for someone to genuinely love, and he felt overwhelmingly drawn to me from the very start—to my smile, my innocence, and my bleeding heart that matched his own. My lucky arrival into his life had only increased his determination towards lifelong romantic and sexual fulfillment. He just knew.

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The time had come for us to meet in person. We’d gone out for drinks with Mitch and Sarah one weekend. It was a safe choice. This way, no one would feel uncomfortable, left out, or excluded. But in all honesty, it felt more like a double-date than a friendly gathering at a local bar.

I had been somewhat apprehensive about drinking around Harry knowing how I was a bit of a flirty(slutty) drunk. All it took was 1.5 cocktails for me to be a giggling, cock-hungry devil woman. Sarah knew this about me. She’d witnessed my nymphomania from the sidelines whenever we’d go out for a girls’ night. Yet, this knowledge did nothing to prevent her from ordering the 4 of us tequila shots before I’d even stepped into the establishment.

Of course, I was late—I’m late to everything. But that night, it was different. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown with hangers and loose clothes strewn across my bed and crumpled in clumps on the floor. Even my mother felt the need to knock on my door after one of my particularly loud outbursts of frustration—making sure I wasn’t actually in pain. I was fine. I just needed to look my absolute-fucking-best when I met my dream guy face-to-face for the first time! Was that such a crime to try and accomplish?!

My mom didn’t get it.

I’d finally slipped into a pair of high-waisted, dark wash jeans that made my ass look like a big, juicy peach, and a red, ruffled peplum-blouse that deliciously hugged my curves—my large breasts, especially. I topped it off with a tin cup choker and a pair of black, knee-high, heeled leather boots. My self-confidence switched from plummeting to soaring once I’d done a final mirror check on my way out the door.

I knew I had the ability to somewhat ‘make an entrance’ (in dim lighting, at least). However, as soon as Harry and I locked eyes, I saw his mouth hanging open as if I was an A-List celebrity approaching him. My stomach glittered with butterflies at witnessing the effects of my gorgeously buxom appearance. The high-pitched ring of Sarah’s playful wolf-whistle pulled me back to reality.

There he was. He was real. And he was even hotter than I thought he was. Yet, it was him whose features reacted to me with lusty enchantment.

His pupils were devouring me as we stood in a lull. My hand extended towards him for a cordial handshake. But as his large hand gripped mine, he pulled me into his chest for a hug—planting a soft kiss on my cheek. What was even more unexpected was how natural it felt to have his arms around me. The four of us then did a few rounds of shots that night. As a (heavy-weighted) lightweight, I was giggling like crazy after the first two throws. Harry laughed every time I did, and vice-versa, and so we’d run out of breath repetitively—basically falling to the floor on top of each other. We looked like a goofy, touchy couple out on a double date, but we were completely ignoring the other couple. Sarah found our loopy mingling to be quite entertaining, as did Mitch. They both had intimate knowledge the other didn’t. The night eventually wound down and the snoozy (actual)couple left for home via car service. I definitely wasn’t sober enough to drive, either. Thinking back, I suddenly remember sharing a private moment with Harry around that time. Nothing R-rated. Not even PG-13, really.

Our friends had already parted ways, leaving the two of us drunk and cozy at a corner-table in the back of the bar. He ordered us some ice water, of which I’d gratefully accepted. I was mid-gulp when I felt his fingers tuck a section of my hair behind my ear. In hindsight, that was a cheesy, 90’s romcom thing for him to do. However, it felt so gentle and sweet in the moment, I didn’t care. My eyes blinked up at him, my mouth occupied with chilled fluids, and he smiled dreamily down at me. Swallowing and setting my glass down, a soft giggle escaped my lips.

“You’re even prettier in person, y’know.” Harry drawled. More light laughter came out of me before I returned the compliment. “Mmm, you too, Mr. Styles.” His cheeks dimpled and he shook his head at me. “Tha’s cute, but I’m serious.”

I raised my eyebrows at his accusation. “So am I.” My arms folded over my chest in playful defiance. We sat there for a few beats, deeply drinking each other in as if the other person was the bartender’s last call. Harry broke the trance first. “Need t’get ya home, love.” His hand moved to cover mine on the tabletop. Out of instinct, my glassy eyes followed his touch. He was cold, clammy even, yet I could feel my skin flush red-hot in retaliation.

Harry seemed hardly intoxicated or loopy anymore. He had more to drink than me, for sure. However, I had to hold onto him for stability in order to exit the building. Leaving the bar that night gave me the same satisfaction as going home after an amazing first date. I hadn’t met a guy so instantly enamored by my presence since high school…back when I was a size 8! As a size 16 in my early twenties, I’d gotten used to men talking over me and looking right through me. There was no reason for them to treat me that way. I’d always been told that I’m the nicest person in the world—that I was beautiful and hilarious and passionate and brilliant. None of that mattered, though. I was either met with pure indifference or blatant, manipulative narcissism from the opposite sex. But Harry was the diamond in the rough. He treated me better than just decently. He made me feel like a person deserving of much more than the bare minimum—more than just mere kindness—worth love, attention, effort, adoration, and affection. I hadn’t felt that in a long time…if ever.

And don’t worry, neither of us drove home. Harry ordered an Uber for me and rode along so that he could make sure I got inside my parents’ house safely—escorting me to the door like a proper gentleman would. I’d only really experienced that kind of ‘chivalry’ once or twice before. Not that every guy I’ve dated was a complete asshole to me, but the bare minimum was certainly a chore for some…It was refreshing to be treated so delicately—by someone who hardly knew me, to boot.

That entire first impression…it was a solid confirmation for me.

I liked Harry.

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Harry and I have grown to be quite friendly with one another since we first met a little over a year ago. However, we sure as hell didn’t start out that way—yeah, the amazing time at the bar was a false first impression. Sure, Harry would still have his moments where he was genuinely caring and gentle. But for the most part, his demeanor changed into that of an antagonistic older brother. So, you could say the initial acquaintanceship was tense.

For starters, we had that 5 year age-gap; and so Harry used that as a pass to be an arrogant, cynical, pretentious know-it-all. It was like he always needed to be the one and only expert on everything. And I’m certain he’s always gotten off on every rare instance where I’ve shown to be naive. Yelling-matches would occur every so often for months as both of us are sensitive hot-heads. We ended that streak of arguing when Harry’s big mouth had inevitably put me in tears. I think it was around the 6-month mark (of living together) when it happened. What’s silly is how his comment didn’t even deserve my dramatics, really. I’d already been in a piss-poor mood that night, and I’m just a crybaby in general. So you betcha any joke about me and my body, no matter how innocent the intentions behind it, throws just enough of a punch to unleash the hysterics.

I was in our living room watching YouTube when Harry came home from work. The video on the TV had pulled a full-blown guffaw out of me a minute or so before the door opened—which felt like a wave of relief after a long, miserable day at my job. I typically would spend more of my time enclosed in my bedroom, but I guess I just felt like switching things up that day. Besides, Harry acted as if he owned the whole goddamn place. The house was 50% mine, too (per our rental agreement). I had every right to venture away from my compact sleeping quarters for the evening. There was still a high probability that Harry would be a grump about it.

Fucking whatever.

If I wanted to enjoy our shared entertainment room, then I was gonna fucking enjoy it! My confidence was torn out from underneath me the moment that prick made his entrance. The door swung open, and there he was—white-collared, spotless, and as smug as ever. He released a generous sigh, an attempt at drawing my attention, but I refused to acknowledge his homecoming. What? Did he want a freaking ‘welcome home, honey’ from me or something?! Being a part of Harry’s House’s Greeting Committee wasn’t in the fine print of our lease. Plus, the last time I kindly acknowledged him after work, he brutally mocked me.

[“Hi!!!” I exclaimed with a sweet smile.

He raised an eyebrow as he slipped his shoes off. “Uh, hello.”

I was in the middle of stowing the last of the groceries away. I’d been in a pretty good mood that afternoon. I don’t know why or what made me so excited for Harry to come home, but I just was. Typically, I wouldn’t be keen on asking him to talk about his day. But, again, I was just feeling good. I didn’t understand why that deserved such an adverse response from the man.

“How was your day?! Oh yeah, you had that big meeting, or whatever, right?”

“Mhmm.” He muttered, unbuttoning the wrist cuffs of his shirt and rolling the sleeves up to his shoulders.

I grinned brightly at him and opened the fridge. The way Harry looked with his stuffy work clothes always made me melt. He kept his tattoos well-hidden, but simply pulling his sleeves back would reveal the art…and that was something he’d do as soon as he got home. The action was so small and innocent, but witnessing it so closely—whilst simultaneously inhaling the faint notes of his expensive cologne—sent rushes of heat down to my core. He had no idea how hot he was when he did that…actually, he probably knew exactly how hot he was…little shit…

“So…Did your presentation go ok?”

“Uh, yeah, ‘went fine. It was fine...glad to be home, though.” Harry sighed, but I saw him fighting a smile once I’d turned around to face him.

“Oh? Just fine?” Judging by his subtle cheekiness, I had thought he had some news to tell me. It just seemed that way to me, at least. Or maybe that he was hiding something, or about to make a joke. My latter suspicion was quickly confirmed as true.

“I dunno…It went well, I guess…couldn’t wait to get home...” Why was he smirking at me?

I giggled and continued the banter.

“What are you being so modest about? I’m sure the reps at Gucci fell in love with the designs.”

Harry slipped onto one of the bar stools and watched me unpack the remainder of paper bags from behind the kitchen island. He leaned back against the seat’s backing with his arms folded and resting comfortably atop his abdomen. After making silent eye contact for a moment, I resorted to laughing lightheartedly and raising my eyebrows at the man.

“Eh?”

Harry just smirked.

I’d begun to fold up the empty paper bags. My cheeks were definitely blushed pink, reacting sheepishly to his stare. To conceal my submissive appearance, I reached up—pushing up onto my tiptoes—to stack the paper bags above the refrigerator. It didn’t matter that my back was facing him. I could still feel his eyes following my every move. Why did he have to intimidate me so much?

“Fine, be that way. Just so you know, I bought cookies for us, but now I'm not gonna share!”

“Oh really?” He hummed, leaning up to rest his forearms on the counter.

Scoffing, I stepped forward to face him from the other side of the island and grabbed onto the edge of the countertop. My upper half was angled towards him so that I could talk more directly to him.

“Really, really.” I purred, not realizing my voice would sound so erotic. Instead of backtracking, I just ran with it. Harry’s pupils expanded much like a feline’s when they’re hunting their prey.

But he just sat there smirking at me. My pleasant mood wasn’t to be ruined by his teasing. I wasn’t going to allow it. I could play, too, Styles.

“What kind of cookies did you get us, hm?” His low, British drawl sent chills down my back.

“Oreos.” I didn’t sink into that ‘subspace’ as they call it. Not yet.

Harry basically moaned a hum out in approval. I swallowed, still combating my natural instinct to surrender like a desperate little puppy. This was getting more difficult.

“You know those are my favorite, don’t you?”

I blinked. “Uh huh.”

“I bet you got’em just f’me…you weren’t gettin’ them for us...” He paused for a moment. “…were you, sweet girl?”

“I…maybe…” I squeaked, earning Harry’s immediate amusement.

“I’m gonna take a guess at something real quick, a‘right, doll?”

“Ok…” He was so close to me. I was just thankful I’d been chewing gum at the time…

“Are you ovulating right now? Is that why you’re being so doting and domestic?”

My face fell.

“Wha—Excuse me?!” I stepped back from the counter and put my hands on my hips. What kind of guessing game was that?! Who even asks that?!

In the most annoying way, Harry stood up from his stool and copied my stance. He was using far too much sass and flamboyance to be accurate, though. I did not look like that…

“Oh, don’t you give me that look, sweetheart.” Harry chuckled, walking over to me. He then reached his long index finger up to *boop* the tip of my nose. I huffed in response. The breaking point was nearing closer with every word he’d spoken. But submission was not an option.

I knew that he knew. He had to have known. He must have caught onto my shyness, saw how much he made me blush, sensed how bratty I’d become whenever he teased me. I was putty in his hands.

“Awe, You’re cute…” He mumbled under his breath. His hand rose to my shoulder and he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger.

I was furious. It was obvious he was just trying to rile me up. That’s all this was…reaction bait.

“Harry…—”

“—I’m just sayin’, one might think you were trying to sweet talk me into letting you milk me dry and put a baby in ya. I’m sure you’re just as fertile as you look, aren’t you, babe?” He grinned and drummed his rings back against the marble counter, now leaning back all cockily.

There it was again—that smug little smirk on his stupid, perfect, dimpled face. What did he mean by, “as fertile as I look?!” God, a woman can’t be mean or nice without a man having some bullshit to say about it. Whatever. I told myself at that moment that the next man who dared to comment on my missing smile would be a dead one.

I gave him a dirty look and hustled my ass up the stairs to my room. Thankfully, I was finished putting all the groceries away. There was no reason for me to stick around playing this silly game with Harry. As I was making my way up, he called out to me, “I may have a high sperm count, but I’m not quite ready to be a daddy, yet, love!”

“Shut up!” I groaned and slammed my door shut. I think I could still hear him snickering to himself downstairs. Such a dick. Also, how the hell did he know I was ovulating..?! Ugh!

Oh, and Harry wasn’t even finished with his jokes yet, because he’d leapt up the steps in long strides and knocked on my door…just 5 minutes later. I opened it, having then changed into a crop top and pajama shorts in the meantime. Not only was my round ass falling out of the shorts, but my heavy, unsupported tits were also threatening to peak out from the bottom hem of my shirt.

Typically, I wouldn’t want to be caught dead wearing that kind of getup in front of anyone. However, I thought I looked deliciously thick and absolutely, downright-fuckable that night. Of course I’d been aware of this, as well. And so I used my innate feminine sexuality to my advantage. As soon as I opened the door, Harry’s eyes (unsurprisingly) flickered back and forth between my chest and my face. How classy… I took the liberty of folding my arms together in front of me to feign some modesty.

Looking back on it now, I definitely watched a similar scene in porn...

He just stood there at my door, all of a sudden at a loss for words. I wish that silence would have lasted longer. It took only a few seconds before he was flashing me his signature dimpled smirk again. He then mirrored my body language and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He teased, plucking at the hem of the shirt sleeve that hung loosely past my shoulder.

My back straightened up, an attempt at asserting a smidge of self-confidence amidst my pink cheeks and pounding pulse.

“What do you want, Harry?” I tried to act annoyed, but I think I sounded too timid…and to be honest, the idea of Harry filling me up with his cum had caused my panties to dampen significantly. They were surely leaking through my shorts, but fortunately my thighs were meaty enough to hide it.

“Hmm…No bra? Tha’s interesting…” I could tell he lowered his canter when he said that, but I still heard him.

“Gross, you pervert.” I spat, squeezing my arms closer against my chest.

“Ay, hold on, little miss sunshine. What’s with the bratty attitude, huh?”

“Shut up, mister big loads. Go impregnate a sock.” My expressive irritability only further inflated his ego.

“Hmm, I’ve gotta say, tha’s tempting, but…I wouldn’t wanna make you jealous.” I wanted to scream.

“Ugh! Get out of my room!” I pushed at the door, but Harry held it open with his hand—and there was no way I could win against him in that impossible match of strength.

“First of all, I’m not in your room.”

I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

“Second,” he held his finger up. “Would you like f’me to order us some dinner?”

I huffed. “What I’d like is for you to leave.”

He shook his head and tsk’d in response. “Mm-mm, tha’s not what I asked.”

My teeth clenched at his audacious snark.

“I don’t care, Harry.”

His rings then tapped awkwardly against the smooth wood.

“Ah…” he sighed with his head bowed. “…Look, I’m sorry. I was just tryin’ to mess with you...I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed…”

Even though I couldn’t stand him, I’d begun to feel my heart soften at his puppy-eyed expression. Why did he have to be so irritating and so adorable at the same time?! Just choose one!

Hmph…whatever.

“…Well, I know you’re hungry…I’ll pay…?”

I sighed and chewed at my lip. I was starving…

His boyish apology was reluctantly accepted, but I made a point out of picking something expensive. He could afford it.

We ate and watched a movie on the couch together. To my surprise, there were no more stupid comments coming out of his mouth for the rest of the evening. Impressive. I noticed his eyes turned basically black. It wasnt like we had all the lights off; plus, it was August—the sun didn’t set completely until 9pm. I felt those pupils following me.

It was apparent that Harry found me attractive. That night he certainly did. Or maybe he was just high? Either way, after he’d pointed out my lack of undergarments, I decided to brush him off as simply horny. At least that was the best explanation I could come up with for all the sneaky eye-fucking. There was no way I could’ve convinced myself he was actually giving me that kind of attention consciously…

After we’d finished eating, he went out of his way to fetch me a blanket(our good one, no less) and then proceeded to drape it around my back and shoulders, tucking me in as if he’d done it a million times before. Look who’s the doting one now, Styles!

I also remember how he basically bolted for the bathroom and took a shower as the film wrapped up with the end credits…Ok, ok…so, I may have purposefully bent over in those shorts while cleaning up the coffee table…but surely he just had a long day and was desperate for a hot shower…Surely.]

It’s safe to say that I toned down the ‘domestic’ part of me from that point on. Even though Harry just likes to get my goat, I still wanted to make it more difficult for him to have a reason to tease me. The night when our door to the garage swung open, his voice echoed through the house with such vigor that it sent yucky chills down my spine. Oh, the irony...

“Well, shit—Mitch wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout y’laugh being loud as’ell! ‘Could hear ya from the driveway!”

This man survived off of my agitation, I swear. I shifted in my seat to face him and my eyes narrowed at the sight of his stupid, cocky face. I’ve always felt embarrassed about my somewhat-loud, slightly obnoxious laugh—and the thought that it’s been a main point of discussion between Harry and Mitch (and who knows who else) stung even worse.

It’s fine. Don’t listen to him. Don’t react. Just…breathe…

“Hi, Harry.” My intonation was as unimpressed as I could make it sound. He of course snorted at my brattiness, slipping his shoes off and tossing his wallet and keys onto the kitchen counter before taking long-legged strides in my direction.

“Good evening, doll.”

I huffed and waved my hand half-assedly. Something that drove me mad was how he was fiercely antagonistic towards me, and he insisted upon giving me little pet names. I knew he was just teasing me. That’s why I made sure to always swallow my bashful giggles whenever he said them. My subby-ness was not to be easily accessible anymore.

“So, what’s this, hm? Grown tired of hiding from me all the time?” He casually gestured to me with his flat, open palm.

I exhaled through my nose in aggravation as he plopped abruptly down onto the couch—his arm propped up next to him and one leg resting on the opposite knee. His draping arm was stretched out towards me. I refused to take part in Harry’s game at that time, and so I returned his question with silence. But it didn’t even matter because he could tell I was holding my anger in.

“Oh, I get it. It’s some sort of opposite day or summat.”

He stretched his fingers closer to where my head was resting on the back of the couch. They wrapped themselves around a smooth lock of my hair and twirled it continuously. This man thought it was absolutely hilarious to get even the faintest reaction out of me. Harry was generally the ‘touchy’ type of person when he’s around those he’s comfortable with. It made me feel special whenever he went out of his way to be affectionate towards me because…well, I had a crush on him for a while. And so, at first, I naively understood those soft touches as hints for his deeper feelings. At least that’s how I perceived things privately. But the more time I’d spent living with him, the more I had to come to terms with the fact that he was out of my league, and that he probably only viewed me as a little sister. My mind convinced me that Harry just enjoyed taking advantage of my innate submissiveness. He would never be attracted to someone like me. In order to protect my heart from the shattering effects of rejection, I chose to play into the little sister dynamic and behave as though Harry Styles was just a stupid fucking boy, and nothing more.

My behavior shift from the bashful sweetheart to the indifferent recluse somehow drew him closer to me anyway. I was so fucking pissed. I was sick of his games! Most of all, I hated Harry Styles. I hated him, and I hated his wandering hands, and his cockiness, and his giant ego.

My hair is not a toy, and I am not a doll reserved for Harry’s cruel amusement. And yet I kept living with all these antics because I…

…Because I liked his attention…honestly, I loved his attention. I’ll admit it! There was no way he could ever find that out, though!

That night when he (once again) twisted a piece of my hair around his long fingers, I pretended it didn’t make my heart flutter. My face stayed emotionless. It had truly been an award-winning performance by yours truly. To an outsider, this scene would’ve looked as if Harry and I were a bickering couple. They’d probably assume I was just a crabby girlfriend punishing her partner with the silent treatment. To be honest, that’s what it felt like for a second before I caught myself leaning into his gentle contact. I smacked his hand away from my hair and he just smiled at me.

Ugh!

He smiled at me, and then he poked my cheek with his index finger. I swear to God, my skin was on fire.

“So what’s next on the opposite day schedule? ‘You gonna go for a run?” Harry snickered and let out an amused sigh. “That would be the shock of the century, wouldn’t it?!”

He kept laughing at his juvenile dig. I let out a weak scoff, unable to swallow my pride that time. The air in the room was stale. Harry faced the television screen and sunk further back into the cushions. I sat there in mopey silence.

So I live a sedentary lifestyle, so what? And yes, I’m overweight—I’ve been struggling with my body my entire life, so there’s no need for anyone to give me a reminder. Regardless of the obvious and regardless of Harry’s ‘opposite day’ joke, I wasn’t in the right mindset to just brush it off…not that night. Starting a fight wasn’t the route I wanted to take either. I was exhausted. A retreat into solitude felt like my best option.

But, God…why did he have to fucking say that?

My bottom lip quivered and I was unable to blink back the tears for a moment longer. Every last ounce of patience I had left was dried up at this point. My long hair shielded my face whilst I bowed and dabbed my dripping eyelashes with my sleeves. Noticing the lack of verbal retort from me, Harry turned his head back in my direction. His breath hitched in his throat and his sage irises washed over to stormy blue.

“Oh, shit…” he muttered.

I sniffled and got up from the couch, making a beeline for the privacy of my bedroom. He never meant to make me cry. It was obvious Harry was just poking fun at me, but words can still hurt regardless of the speaker’s intent. It was too late for him to consider that now. Harry quickly jumped in front of me. He leapt into action so fast that I was physically startled back against my bare heels.

“What the fuck, Harry? Move!” I whined frustratedly at the man as he stood there with similarly glossy eyes.

Then he reached out and held my shoulders in his strong hands. His thumbs did that rubbing thing that most people only do when comforting their loved ones. Back then, I wished so badly that the simple gesture hadn’t sent such soothing goosebumps down my arms. It was so infuriating how this man held that kind of power over me.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, love. Please don’t cry. I—”

I gritted my teeth at his pity.

“—why? Are my big, fat tears too loud?! Or are you worried I’m so huge that I’ll get stuck, and my arms and legs will burst out of the fucking house?!”

Harry’s brows furrowed at my imagery. “Uh, wait—are you trying to reference…Alice in Wonderland—”

“—ALSO! Last time I checked, YOU were the one who ate all the cookies last night—YOU and your RABBIT TEETH fucking decimated my Oreos! So why don’t you go for a fucking run!”

Harry seemed amused with that one. His stupid dimples popped out at me and I was fed up.

“Get out of my way!”

I pushed against his chest, but he stood firmly on the carpet in front of the stairs. I remember fighting my urge to stomp my feet like a toddler. He wasn’t letting me retreat. He wouldn’t get out of my fucking FACE!

“I know you want to yell at me, so do it.”

“No, I don’t want to yell at you! I want you to move so I can go to my room!”

“Cmon, love. Talk to me…Give me all y’got. I know you have it in ya.”

“MOVE!”

Then he laughed. Why? Because I actually stomped my fucking foot—just like how I’d previously forbade myself to. And I’m sure the performance was quite entertaining for him.

“Don’t you throw a tantrum on me, sweet girl. Use your words!”

“You’re such a fucking smartass.”

“Oi, don’t talk about my ass like that! I’ll have you know, it’s quite dumb!” He grinned.

Un-fucking-believable. I can’t believe that got me to crack a smile. Harry instantly mirrored my surrendering, his hands drifting down from my shoulders to my elbows. My arms were crossed over my chest, but he wiggled them loose.

“YES! There’s that pretty smile…”

I huffed and groaned, feeling like a total child.

“…Don’t you be teasing me for my teeth—Y’look like a bunny just like me, babe.”

I giggled and playfully shoved his chest. “I do not!”

“Uh-huh! You definitely do!”

My hand rose up to cover my mouth and Harry just laughed at me. Lowering himself closer to my height, he *booped* my nose which caused me to scrunch it up in response.

“Aww, you are just a lil’ bunny, aren’t you?”

I squirmed and whined, annoyed as all hell with his patronizing.

“Don’t you start stomping your feet again, sweet Bunny. You’re better than that!”

I couldn’t help myself from just letting my guard all the way down at that moment. Inhaling deeply, I circled my arms around Harry’s middle and buried my face against his chest.

“Sorry…I just want us to get along, H.” My small voice was muffled against his shirt.

Harry frowned and wrapped his arms around me, reciprocating my surrendering embrace. My ear was pressed against his chest. There was a strong beat beyond his hard surface–my head pulsed with each fierce thump. That was the closest we’d ever been to each other. One of his hands slid up to my hair and combed through it.

“I do, too…I’m sorry.”

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Sharing a house was less expensive for both of us 20-somethings, and rent has thankfully stayed reasonable and affordable since we two moved in a couple of years ago. I’m happy in my living space with my roommate. It’s a platonic situation between me and Harry—regardless of what family and friends want to believe. And I doubt it will ever venture beyond friendship any time soon. It can’t. Things are perfect right now…exactly the way they are. I keep my little fantasies to myself within the privacy of my bedroom. Harry can never know.

I’ve been single for a while. It’s possible that my holes are the tightest they’ve ever been, and that it might feel like I’m losing my virginity again whenever I do get some dick. So what, sometimes I think about what would happen if I just accidentally sent a racy photo to Harry…

…Whether he’d keep it and pretend he never saw it (as a way to be gentlemanly)…if he’d be disgusted and laugh at my body…or if he’d turn feral like I hope he would, bursting through my bedroom door and finally taking all that I’ve unconsciously reserved for him…

Don’t fret, my pet — smut will come in part 2 😈

Writer’s Notes: Hi, everyone🥰 Phew…well, there she is! Part 1! Thought I’d celebrate my birthday today by posting my first H piece💕 I’ll start off by saying…I’m kind of an obsessive perfectionist when it comes to my writing…so I won’t be super speedy when posting updates on my work, as I really want to be certain that I’m posting exactly what I want you to read. I know that other content creators on here are excellent at keeping a quick, reliable posting schedule—and I will be trying my best to do the same(I hope to make it in the same ballpark as them, at least). However, please be patient with me💕🙏🏻 💕 I have devoted a lot of time, love, and creativity into my work just so that I can share it online with strangers for free. I greatly appreciate any and all support, suggestions, criticism, questions, etc., so please don’t hesitate to comment or send me messages/asks. (Anons are welcome!) I’ve been working on this piece for a while now and I’d really like to get your feedback on it. If you would like to be tagged in future updates/parts, please let me know!!!👏🏻💗👏🏻🩷👏🏻💖 👏🏻

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A/N: this took longer to write than I had thought. Procrastination and fear really got a hold on me but I finally managed to create this. Please be lenient with me, I’m getting back into writing smut🙏🏻

Paring: modelJeonghanx plus-sizemodelOC

Warnings: SMUT minors do not read! ❌‼️ cursing, porn with no plot, penetration, pet name? Teasing

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“Jeonghan!” The many voices called out to the beautiful man that came out of the black suv, making his way towards the enterende of the YSL fashion show where the many fans and media were anticipating his arrival.

Jeonghan was one of the most beautiful and successful models and of course he was invited by YSL to come and watch the summer show launch. Many waited outside the show just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. “Jeonghan!” His many fans shouted for his attention and of course he gave the people what they wanted, stopping and giving his admires and the camera all the love they could ask for before making it inside the venue only to be met with more photographers.

While the beautiful man was making his way to the show room after taking many pictures in front of the professional photographers, he had heard a particular name being called out.

“Miss y/n, please over here!”

“Y/n, look over here!”

The many photographers began to yell out for your attention. You were also a successful model and you were a total beauty. You were one of the few plus size models in the industry but that never took away from how stunning you were down the runways and in the magazines. Not only were you one of the most sought after models, you were also jeonghan's favorite.

To say that jeonghan was mesmerized by you since he first saw you walk down the runway at one of the first shows he was invited to, it was an understatement. This man practically adored and worshiped the very ground you walked on. Whenever you were in the same room as him, his attention was always on you and today was no different. “When did she get here” he asked his manager without looking at him, scared that if he took his eye off you, he would lose you. “She just arrived” his manager replied back. “I don’t care what you have to do or talk to, have me seated right next to her” the tone of his voice said it as a demand.

“Sir but the seating-“ he tried to explain how this was impossible but jeonhan was not having it. “Figure it out” he said with such a deep and serious tone that left shivers down the manager's spine as he quickly left to speak to one of the event planners.

As you took your photos in your gown, you made your way past them and soon found yourself locking eyes with the beautiful man across, instantly bringing a soft smile. “Jeonghan, what a pleasure” you extended your hand and of course without another thought, he placed a kiss on top of it and shook his head “please, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine” he softly caressed your hand.

“Always the gentleman” you let out a small chuckle and walked alongside him as you both made your way down to the show. “You didn’t tell me you were attending Angel” he always had a soft and gentle manner when speaking to you. He was known as a flirtatious man and you were not one to easily fall for the type but you enjoyed this cat and mouse that you both unspokenly created since the very first time you met. His mischievous smile and soft eyes could not help but stir up emotions in you, and the flirty nature of both of you kept things interesting.

“I had been busy, I didn’t think I would make it to this show if I’m honest, you understand don’t you?” you looked at him and saw he had adoration in his eyes for you. “Of course, I am just so honored to be seeing you here, looking as stunning as ever,” he added. Before you could compliment him back you noticed his manager behind him. “Sir, the show is starting, you can take a seat now” he was smiling at Jeonghan which only meant that somehow, he was able to change the seating arrangement. You on the other hand were confused at what they were smiling for.

“Please, allow me” Jeonghan turned back to you and gestured you to allowed him to take you to the showroom to find your seat, which just so happened to be next to his.”Funny how we are both sat right next to each other” you looked at him to see if he had anything to do with this arrangement, only to be met with his mischievous smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats, the show is about to begin” the announcer began to signal everyone to be seated to begin. This was the men’s summer collection and while you were invested in the looks, the many beautiful models and clothing, Jeonghan would steal glances at you. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on and wanted nothing more than to give you his undivided attention.

You were beautiful, but it was your confidence and charm that had won him over when you first met. When he had seen you down the runway,he was captured by your graceful walk that made you look like a goddess in his eyes. From that moment he knew he had to know you. He went as far as to go backstage after and greet you and present himself. His heart beating fast as you smiled at his every word and thanked him for his compliments. He had then made it a point to go and see every show that you would walk on just so he could be close to you and get a chance to talk to you.

While you were fond of Jeonghan, you found it hard to pursue anything more as he was notorious for being a beautiful playboy from what you had heard from other models. It didn’t stop you from talking to him and having some playful banter though. However when Jeonghan would invite you to dinners or a date you would reject him as you were both models with busy schedules, so even if you wanted to, the likelihood of a relationship working out was very slim. This would sadden you a bit but you did enjoy this little game you both had, Where he adored you and you would only give him crumbs of affection that made him crave and beg for more.

“Beautiful isn’t it” you said as you clapped when the last model finished the show and you stood up to give the designer a standing ovation. “You certainly are” he whispered to you and you could not help but smile and glance at him, “The charmer as always”.

You were guided by the event planners to exit, wanting nothing more than to go back to the hotel and get some rest after a busy schedule. However, You felt a tug on your arm that caused you to look back at Jeonghan. “Have dinner with me” was all he said.

“Jeonghan, I’m tired and have to go back to the hotel”

“Please, just dinner, anything you want..” the puppy eye look on his face almost made you fall for it.

“I have to go” you avoided his eyes and made your way out of the showroom to head out but Jeonghan was able to catch up to you and managed to get in front of you and halted your strides. “Please, I don’t ask for anything but a moment with you, I don’t deserve it but I would love nothing more than just to be with you a bit longer” he always knew what to say to you.

You watched as this man was practically begging for your time, he had done this several times before and you would dismiss him, assuming it was just a game, but the look on his face right now was different.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Fixing the lapel on his jacket, leaning closer to his ear “come by my hotel at 8” you fixed his hair and gave him another smile as you walked past him, leaving him almost stunned that you had agreed.

You were able to get back to the hotel and began to change out of the gown and decided to wear something more comfortable yet elegant. You wore a simple black dress that hugged your figure, some heels and fixed your hair to a simple updo.

Checking the time, you began finishing some touches on your makeup but heard a knock at the door assuming it was the cleaning crew making their rounds. “Come back later” you opened the door where you were met with a rose and a more than happy Jeonghan.

“I couldn’t wait” he handed the rose to you which made you laugh but you accepted the gesture. “Please come in, I was just finishing up” he made his way into the beautiful suite that was provided for you by the agency. “Have a full schedule tomorrow too?” You asked as you fixed your hair in the large mirror of the vanity until you felt a pair of arms on either side of you and both of you locked eyes in the mirror. “Of all the things you want to talk about, you want to waste it with talk of work?” He softly spoke into your ear, earning a playful grin from you. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck and softly swayed with him,

“Well, what do you want to talk about then?” You asked curiously, wondering what went through this man’s mind.

“You, I want to know about you” his arms that rested on your hips began to caress you softly. “Mmm sounds like you want to get to know me more than just friends” you hummed at him, his smile never leaving as he scanned your face.

“I’ve told you before, I’d love to get to know you better,” he managed to give you a turn and returned you back into his arms, pulling you closer than before. However, this had made you realize what he meant and you pulled away. “Jeonghan…I’ve said it before. You and me, I’m not sure..” you sighed with disappointment and sat down on the edge of your bed avoiding his gaze.

He had taken the rose and didn’t force you to look at him. “I know what my reputation has been, and I’ve admitted that it’s not been the greatest…” he sighed deeply before continuing. “But since the day I saw you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to know you and have a chance with you” he extended the rose to you again. “I will do anything for that one chance” he waited for a response.

You had turned to him and asked “what would you do?”

“I’d quit, all of this I’d leave it” he did not hesitate and left you in shock. This was his career, and here he was willing to throw it all away. The look in his eyes was serious, he would no doubt do it. You shook your head “you don't need to do that, But I do believe you” you took the rose and nodded at him which brought a bigger smile to his face.

“Thank you” he took your hand again and kissed it. “Shall we go? I did offer you dinner” but you stopped him and began to take your heels off which brought you down a couple of inches. “Let’s stay here, we can order something nice and just enjoy each other's company” you offered and nothing sounded better to him.

After ordering food and dessert to be brought up to your suite, you both spent the night eating a lovely meal and talked about anything and everything. Jeonghan couldn’t be happier hearing you talk about your life, what it was like growing up and what other aspirations you had with your career.

“Shall we see what they sent for dessert?” You asked, making your way to reveal what they had sent over since you requested to be surprised and a smile formed as you saw the beautiful assortment of chocolate covered fruit on the platter. Jeonghan came up and took a chocolate covered strawberry, bringing it up to your lips, gesturing you to take a bite.

“It tastes delicious” you licked your lips while looking at him, seeing his expression change from admiration to desire.

“Is it?” He asked and before even giving him a response he leaned in to kiss you.

While you were a bit taken back at first by his action, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. He softly kissed you and held you as if you were the most delicate thing ever and you followed his lead.

As the kiss began innocently, the both of you could not deny the intensity of your desire for each other. You had always been attracted to Jeonghan and there was no question that he was attracted to you from the very start, but neither of you ever thought this tension that was building up was something that would ever be acted upon, until now.

The more he kissed you and caressed your body, the more passionate the both of you became, With you allowing his tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth, tasting the mix of strawberry and chocolate that lingered.

As you pulled away to allow both of you to catch your breaths, he leaned his head down to press his lips against your forehead, causing your heart to flutter. “My apologies Angel, I got carried away” he had respect for you and knew he had been ambitious with just kissing you. This only made you chuckle at how gentle he could be despite his carefree persona he displays to the outside world.

“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it” you teased him and took his hand to guide both of you to your bed where you patted the open space for him to join you.

“You know that I want more than just this right” he caressed your cheek and looked at you for reassurance that you trusted that this wasn’t just a game to him. With a soft nod you leaned and kissed him, feeling his worries melt away.

Again, the kiss began softly, his hands making their way to your body, beginning at the mound of your hip and outlining your silhouette slowly as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t believe that with just the touch alone, your body heat increased so quickly. The kissing soon became passionate, messier as both of you wanted to taste the other more and more.

As much as he felt like he could kiss you for eternity, Jeonghan wanted to explore more of you and every part of your body to the last detail. Pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath, his lips made their way to your neck, savoring every single one while his mischievous hands had made their way to the straps of your black dress and began to pull them down, earning delightful moans from you.

“Jeonghan” you softly moaned in his ear, as he continued his kisses further south.

He began to peel away the beautiful black dress that adorned your voluptuous body. His pupils dilated seeing your beautiful skin and the black lace lingerie you were wearing. “As beautiful as this looks on you Angel...” he didn’t even finish his sentence before swiftly unhooking your bra, making you gasp lightly as the cold air hit your breast and instantly hardened your nipples.

Jeonghan left a trail of kisses as he made his way to your breast. The sensation of his lips on your skin and the heat of it all was slowly beginning to drive you insane.

How he could just make you feel so good so effortlessly was painfully good. Your hand made his way to his soft hair as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it at first and tugging at it softly. “H-hanie please~” you pleaded for more and he did not deny you.

Still having his lips on one of your nipples, he brought his other hand to fondle your other breast. Rubbing your nipple and giving it a soft pinch that sent waves of pleasure all over your body and earning more beautiful moans. The sounds that were coming from your lips and the fact he was pleasuring you, stirred Jeonghan and the tent in his pants was becoming unbearable, having him groan in both pleasure and pain which you had caught on to.

As Jeonghan was giving your breast all the attention and pleasure, you sought to bring him pleasure as well. Bringing your leg up a bit and rubbing his hard bulge that caused him to moan and send vibration to your now swollen and sensitive nipples. He had pulled away from the wet mess he created and brought his lips back onto yours as he began to strip away at his own clothes desperately.

“Jeonghan, more” you said in between kisses. Jeonghan had managed to take off his clothes and in the process moved your body so you laid comfortably on the bed as he towered over you.

You took a good look at his body, his soft and beautiful face was paired with a very lean and toned physique, but what got your attention was the size of his dick. There were a few times that you had imagined how big he must be, but you did not expect it to be this big and thick.

“Like what you see?” Jeonghan teased you as he noticed that your eyes had been scanning him, making you blush at the fact he caught you.

Jeonghan spread your legs and found that you were already soaking for him, bringing a smirk to his lips and fixed his eyes on your glistening pussy. “Look at you my angel, soaking wet for me” he brought his hand to your wet cunt and used his finger to rub your slit slowly making you mewel. “P-Please” you moaned out and tried to move your hips to get some friction.

“I want to savor this” while it might have sounded like he was joking, he was serious. He wanted to savor the look of pleasure on your face, the desperation. He inserted his finger in your went cunt and slowly curled it inside making you moan louder and grasped at the bedsheet. Adding another digit and picking up his pace, he felt his hand starting to get covered in your arousal.

“Tell me, what do you want, Angel? ” his fingers moved in and out of you faster and faster, making the feeling at your core tighten with every pump. You could barely make out words “I want to cum” you moaned and looked at him with pure desperation and he could not deny, he loved it. The sight of you being undone for him stirred him up even more. “Cum for me baby” he leaned over to kiss you as he kept fingering you faster and faster till you couldn’t hold it anymore and let the wave of pleasure take over your whole body. Jeonghan felt your body shake in pleasure

He pulled back and saw the look of pure bliss on your face. As you were catching your breath, he brought his hand up to his lips and licked his fingers as he smiled at you which only turned you on again.

You noticed his hard on and couldn’t help but to bite your lip and look up at him as you craved it. “Can you?” You asked him.

“What does my goddess want?” He teased you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck, as he rubbed the tip of his dick at your wet entrance. This man was going to drive you insane with pleasure.

“Please, fuck me” you begged him as you moved your hips against his dick for more pleasure. “Of course beautiful ” he kissed your lips again and pulled away to slowly rubbing the tip against the slit of your pussy, watching you squirm as he slowly entered you.

As you had expected, Jeonghans size was something you weren’t used to and he had noticed this. Taking a moment to let you adjust, moving the strands of hair covering your face as he’d talked you through it. “Such a good girl, taking me so well” he slowly moved his hips in and out which replaced the pain with pleasure.

Jeonghan kept a steady pace but this would only last for so long, as your cries of pleasure and the tightness were beginning to push him closer to the edge. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, but was finding it hard to keep his composure. “ Harder baby” you asked him for more.

Leaning back he brought his hands to your plush hips and held them as he picked up the pace. Your big breast moving up and down as he kept snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck” he had to close his eyes as the sounds of your moans and your skin hitting his was bringing him closer to his high. “Feel so good” he let out as he felt you clench around him.

“I'm close” he let out as he leaned back in and hugged your soft body, not caring about the pace anymore, he fully rammed his dick in and out of you at such a fast pace that you couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around him and hold onto him. In the heat of the moment you managed to find his lips “cum in me” you said in between kisses.

Jeonghan hearing you ask was the last straw as he jerked his hips deeper and harder into, watching you reach your high again, shivering in pleasure again for him.

He found his release soon after yours, filling you up with his cum. He kissed you again and looked at your pleasure filled eyes with adoration, “thank you”. You smiled back at him warmly and gestured to him to lay by your side, both your naked bodies wrapped around each other's arms as you both spent the rest of the night together.

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[seokjin x reader] [1.3k+ angst, smut; male masturbation, ‼️ allusions of addiction]

Now That We Don't Talk | Not In The Same Way | Not Warriors

I hope you think of me highly When you're with someone else

Seokjin didn't mean to be so invested in the news. He only turned the television on as background noise in his eerily silent apartment.

But seeing your live interview aired on the channel has him sitting on the couch, listening intently to every word you say; waiting for the cameras to pan on your face.

You were always beautiful, but lately, you've been radiant.

He wonders if it has anything to do with your new relationship.

Or maybe just being finally rid of him.

He knows the last months of your relationship weren't smooth-sailing. Truth is, he was lost during those times—often blacked out. He was living high on the celebrity life. He faked his confidence during parties until he no longer had to—of course, with the aid of alcohol and something more.

If only he stayed with you on those nights and rejected the invites when he knew it was getting too much, too fast.

But everything was so new and captivating to him. And he was still an impressionable human being, he wouldn't deny that. Always curious and goes out of his way to dissolve the tension—in the end, everything backfired.

In the worst possible way.

Seokjin's ears perk up at the mention of his name. The host referencing your humble beginnings.

'Oh. Seokjin-ssi and I are pursuing different roles in the industry, I believe. But yes, if a project with him is offered, I would love to work with him. I'm always in awe of his films and regard him highly as an actor.'

At this, his head hangs low and lets out a bitter smile.

He hopes you were telling the truth. He hopes you truly and still think of him highly. Though he's sure if you meet again, he wouldn't be greeted with eyes staring back at him with glimmer and hope, like he could hang the moon if you asked him to. He hopes you remember him when he was at his best and not the Seokjin you left.

And if he happens to be the topic of discussion between you and your lover, he hopes you talk about him like a fond memory.

Moreso, he hopes you still defend him to your friends. They didn't exactly hide how they feel towards him the last time they met at a red carpet event. It was just days after your breakup.

He knew he still had you then. It was because he still had you wrapped around his finger that he thought he would never lose you despite him falling off the wagon again and again and again.

He remembers the spiteful words hurled at him as they tore a tipsy you from his arms. Their words fell on his deaf ears back then and now he gives himself a hard time for not listening. He remains guilty over a lot of things that happened that night. But he will never regret the brief moment he shared with you.

You two are sneaking off from the show like old times, escaping to a room booked under a made-up person, and just spending the remainder of the night in each other's company.

Seokjin slowly palms himself as he closes his eyes at the vivid memory. Every skin he kissed and nipped was so soft—your fragrance so intoxicating, but he thinks that could've just been your pheromones. You were always sweet. He licks his lips at the remembrance of your arousal flowing into his tongue. His wet tongue prodding your warm tight walls.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were the reason he always bought cranberry juice—the taste is likened to your clit.

Throwing his head back in the headrest with a groan, Seokjin pulls his sweatpants down to his pants to free his touch-starved cock. He spits on his palm and strokes his member up and down, up and down, all while thinking how you felt that night.

He almost goes soft at the thought that another man held you now; another man feeling you up, making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as you both reach ecstasy.

Does your new lover know how feral you go with a soft nip to your clit? Or how you want your thighs spanked when you're nearing your climax? Can your boyfriend make you cum twice with just his fingers? And when you release, does he know when to pull you in for a kiss—swallowing your whimpers and in return, his tongue would deliver whispered declarations of love.

Seokjin sighs out your name and speeds up his hands on his dick. In a lustful haze, he thinks he can almost taste you. He must be going crazy because he also thinks he heard you whisper in his ear.

I love you, Jin

And that unravels him—toes curling and hips bucking upwards. His cock spurts out strings of cum that landed on his fist and pubic. If you were here, you would lick him clean as if his arousal tasted like your favorite ice cream.

He closes his eyes and imagines you—kneeled infront of him, tongue out and flat for him to clean his cock on. He continues to tug at his cock, milking himself dry.

Fuck. He feels like a pervert fantasizing about an ex girlfriend. Seokjin hadn't been in relationships a lot, but you remain to be the only one who reverts him to his hormonal teenage boy phase. He truly lucked out on you.

Clearing out his lewd thoughts, he thanks whatever god or spirit exists that allows him to keep his thoughts to himself.

This is the fourth time his call goes straight to your voicemail.

He wonders if you ever listen to the messages he left. It was probably for the best if you ignored it. Most messages were drunken pleas and booty calls. But this time, he's not calling to bother you, he swears.

Out of all the people who got hurt from his carelessness, you were the one who shouldn’t have and yet came out crushed and wounded.

Seokjin stands in the empty complex—what used to be filled with love and the epitome of home is now barren and cold. He almost cries again at the thought that the next time he comes back here, you won't be welcoming him home. Hell, even the scent on your pillow had faded away. You made sure to clear out all of your things from what once was your shared home, obliterating any shred of evidence that you lived together.

There was a time he gave in to his weakness—he bought a bottle of your perfume and sprayed it in every room. Sadly, it never smelled the same. It lacked you. He baked the same cookies you fed him on your free days, but it never tasted as sweet as yours.

In the middle of the room, Seokjin wades in his sea of regret.

His grip on the phone tightens. He rings you again. One last time, he bargains. Please answer just this once.

It goes to your voicemail.

Clearing his throat, Seokjin wonders how to fit his words within a 30-second recording. This is the last time he could call you in a long time. So, he tries.

"Y/N, it's J-ji-. It's Seokjin. I just really needed you to know that I'm sorry," he chokes. He quickly breathes air into his lungs so as not to lose a second. "I'm going to be away for a while. My agency's putting me in a care center. A-and I want to do this, too. I'm going to get better, I promise. Y/N, you know I still lo-"

Beep

Seokjin swallows the remaining words. It's probably for the best that he was cut off. You were already with someone else.

He can't help feeling bitter and jealous. But he also knows he gave up his right to do something about it the moment he walked away, and you were a saint to tolerate him for so long.

Resignation is the least he could do.

#bts #bts seokjin #jin x reader #bts fic

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Rescuing Ross | Marvel Headcanon

‼️Contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever‼️

This goes with my ‘Ross catching feeling’s for Tony’s sister’ headcanon—-link to my full Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Everett Ross x Stark!reader (Tony’s sister)

Warning: contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, do not continue if you have not seen it/ want to be spoiled.

Content warnings: profanity, angst, fluff at the end. Mentions of Tony & Nat’s death and the battles against Thanos.

Being Tony Stark’s sister (an avenger) who is engaged to Everett Ross & rescuing him from detainment would look like:

After meeting Ross in 2016 and becoming a couple following events of their visit Wakanda and the blip, you and Everett were coming up on your eight year anniversary with one year of being engaged. So much had happened that resulted in Everett delaying a proposal to you—most notably the death of your brother, Tony, and your good friend Natasha Romanoff—and felt that you two were at a good point in your relationship that there was no need for pressure on marriage. However, when Ev did propose you tackled him to the ground with a big ‘yes!’ & a kiss to the lips.

Everett had worries for his first marriage did not work out and therefore feared it would be the same for the two of you. But after years and sticking by one another during the hardships of half the population being gone for 5 years and losing loved ones, you two were stronger than ever.

So fast forward to 2024. The world is restored and you’ve come to accept the loss of Tony and Nat by moving forward as a prominent figure in getting Earth back to the way it was. Everett was with you every step of the way—although he was worried when you left to assist Sam and Bucky with the super soldier fiasco. It did not help that his ex-wife, Val who also was the Director of the CIA, was on his ass and threatened to have you arrested if things didn’t get cleaned up.

The news of T’Challa’s death brought sadness and grief to the both of you. If it wasn’t for him, Everett would have never survived the bullet wound to his spine. The two of you kept in touch after bringing him and everyone who vanished back with T’Challa sending you a condolence gift after Tony’s funeral. In the same fashion, you and Everett sent one to Shuri and Queen Ramonda. Contact with Shuri fell shortly later, but you both understood she was grieving the loss of her brother and let her know that you two were there for her if she every needed anything.

When Shuri does come to you nearly a year later asking about a scientist who developed a vibranium detector drill, you were more willing to give up the information than Everett. Technically you were not in the CIA and only a contact due to your relationship with Ross, but you understood he was risking treason if he were to say something. “Ev, they have the right to know. This is putting their people in jeopardy.”

It wasn’t too long after that Ev came to you with Shuri’s bracelet that he found at a crash site. It brought dread to you, for you feared something bad had happened and made it your mission to assist in finding her. You had made some new adjustments to Stark Industries and the tech (against the governments wishes), but was unable to locate her last signal. Ross kept you updated on his conversations with Queen Ramonda, and the fact it was possible Val was onto him. “She may have bugged the beads, Ev. You need to be careful.” “Her and I got to the site at the same time. There’s no way she knew they were there—I found them hidden under a piece of debris.”

But, like most cases, you were right. Val had bugged the beads before Ross had shown up and was aware of every conversation he had with Ramonda. You had been downtown in your lab, working on a way to find Shuri, when the news of the Queen’s death broke. Before you could even react there was a announcement from F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Forgive my interruption, Ms. Stark, but there has been an intrusion at your home.” Dread filled you, “Pull up the perimeter and indoor security footage at once.”

It is there you see the one and only Director Valentina Alegra de Fontaine standing in your kitchen and your poor fiancé looking pale faced and fearful. “Get me audio, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Listening in, Val admits she had the beads bugged, heard every phone call, and knew you were involved. “I’ve already sent a squad out to detain Stark—the Accords may have been abolished but your girl has committed treason just as you have, Ross,” she says before pulling out handcuffs when Everett pleads to her to not do what she’s doing. Sure enough F.R.I.D.A.Y is letting you know a car with armed agents had arrived outside your building.

You managed to escape with little to no scratches on you—but the same could not be said for the agents. When you got to one of many safe houses, you finally let your emotions lose. You grieved for Ramonda, you cried for Shuri—who was now alone—and you feared for your fiancé. F.R.I.D.A.Y showed you footage of the house where you witnessed Everett cuffed and hauled into the back of a SUV.

Your hands were full with tracking the CIA’s decisions on Ev while also trying to get updates from Wakanda. The only one you managed to contact was Okoye—who took a liking to you in 2016 and fought along side you in 2018 & 2023–who told you everything that happened in the recent weeks. Okoye told you they were handling things and to not get involved. You promised and Okoye even gave her word that she’d help you find Ross once they finished with the Tolakons.

When the call does come from Okoye, you were filled with immense relief by what she tells you. That a truce was made between the two countries, Shuri made peace with Namor and has taken on the mantle of the Black Panther, and Wakanda was rebuilding itself after the attack. “I am so glad to hear you and the others are alright.” “Thank you, Y/n. It is a relief we were met with victory. Now let us save your love—Shuri has his location. I’m sending you coordinates, I will meet you there in the hour.” “Wha-wha-wait what? Are you in Virginia?” “The middle of the Atlantic Ocean to be exact.”

The answer to your question came in the form of a flying blue metal suit landing in front of you, “AH! What the hell?! Oh its you!” The alarm of threat turned into relief as a smile appeared on your face when the mask removed to reveal Okoye’s amused expression. Together you two intercept the van transferring Everett to prison with Okoye cutting down a tree to block the road. When the van comes to a stop, you pull the driver from his seat and shock him unconscious while Okoye deals with the passenger.

Instead of opening the back doors, you let Okoye have her fun and watch from the side as she throws open the doors—mask covering her identity—and could literally picture the look on Everetts face. You hold back your giggle at his sound of relief when she uncovers the mask and says, “Colonizer in chains. Now I have seen everything.”

That’s when you come around the side and meet his eyes, Everett can’t stop his grin. Hopping in the van you get his wrist and ankle cuffs off, “You know, it’s taken everything in me to not go after your ex for opening that bottle of wine we were saving for the rehearsal dinner.” “Well, darling, it looks like that wedding is gonna have to get pushed back. Again.”

Together the three of you head into the woods to where she parked the aircraft to take you three back to Wakanda. It was the safest option for you to at that moment, with being fugitives on the run. “Now I know how Cap and them felt all those years ago.” You could not tell anyone where you were, but sent word to Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy you were safe and with Everett. They were sad and Rhodey promised to find a way to get you two pardoned. “I’ll talk with Sam—see if there is something Fontaine is hiding that could help your case.” “Thank you, Rhodey. I appreciate what you’re doing greatly. I just hate I’m putting you in this position.”

It was unknown how long you and Ev would be on the run, but thankfully you two had the help of Shuri, Okoye, and the people of Wakanda by your side. For you owed them your life for everything they had done for you and Everett. “We’re lucky—you and I,” Everett said as you two watched the beautiful sunset from your balcony of the apartment Shuri had given you, “to have them as our friends.” “We are. And we will make it up to them as soon as we can. They have given us so much. I would rather meet death than not return the gratitude.” Everett presses a kiss to your forehead before one to your lips, “So would I.”

#everett ross headcanon #everett ross x reader #everett ross imagine #everett k. ross #everett ross x yn #martin freeman #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine #black panther #black panther Wakanda forever #Okoye #Shuri

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i would LOVE a jisung pc his are so cute, i have a couple jungwoo and i think one mark and theirs + hyuck DO NOT miss,, they paid attention is selca class ‼️ johnnys r also super cute i love his selfies in general but FOUR... GIVE ME A BREAK🙅‍♀️ if it wasn’t for him i could’ve had at least one pc for all of 127 by now </3

i rly do a deep dive on photocards when i decide to buy albums because so many of them are sooo hit or miss, like i have two jaem both from istg and one of them he's super cute babygirl jaemin and in the other he fell victim to the blue contact lenses again... and DONT get me started on jaehyun.. (he's my third bias and i sigh so loud when i pull any of his 😭😭)

but yeah the pc industry is insane.. i think about blue hour soobin everyday, some people are selling that one for $80+ usd😀😀

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like jisung really king of pcs followed by mahae we need some to attend their selca lessons (JAEHYUN..) i think i prefer johnny’s selfies over his pcs and jaehyun good lord bless his heart, that one picture that’s like “i did nothing but take a step back” but he has his good ones (PERFUME!!)

LITERALLY a lot of idols pcs are either a hit or miss, i surprisingly liked all except one of jaemin’s pcs for istj, normally he is a victim of the contact lenses yeah but when he isn’t OH HE EATS‼️‼️ I remember once seeing a jaehyun pc being sold for like 200 or smth like OH YALL ARE JUST GREEDY ASF 😭😭😭

jaehyun.. bless your heart bae

#asks.#from 🪼 anon #the istg autocorrection is killingr anon #perfume jaehyun… oh let me be silent before i go crazy

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what are two of your favorite movies from the Saw Franchise?

what are three of your favorite traps ?

thank you!!

Fav Saw Movies!

my fav Saw movie will always be Saw (2004)! there’s just a charm to it, the grungy-ness, the fleshed out characters, the colour grading is unmatched, the premise of it is simple yet so interesting. I love a contained story! AND I LOVE ADAM !!! and most importantly you can tell through and through that it is a passion project for Leigh Whannell and James Wan. listening to the commentary and behind the scenes gives me so much joy. I love that Cary Elwes signed onto the project because he had so much faith in them and their work and I love just how much fun they had making it despite being on such a tight schedule and budget and it ended up making such an impact in the horror industry! I could go on but I’m gonna stop there lol

my second favourite would have to be either Saw III or Saw VI. for Saw III, I love that it’s kind of like a character study/character building I guess? I love having more of an insight to Amanda, I think she’s such an interesting and complex character, the whole father-daughter dynamic between her and John as well, I find very compelling. the themes about forgiveness, revenge, family, grief as well wheeeew. It’s Leigh’s last Saw film as a writer and even though they keep the franchise going after III, I think he ties everything up very well as his last entry in the franchise.

Saw VI ouuuuuu I really like how it’s a commentary on the American health system, I think it’s done pretty well. the traps allegorically worked better than I think a lot of the other traps in the franchise do. William Easton was also an interesting focus as the main test subject, and I liked watching him going through the various traps and having the whole inner battle about morality and mortality. I also love the scene when Hoffman gets put in the Reverse Bear Trap!!

Fav Saw Traps!

I think it’s harder for me to pick my favourite traps though. like I love the Reverse Bear Trap because it’s so iconic, the concept is not too complex yet it’s so horrifying and ingenious, but I don’t like the aspect of having to kill a defenceless person in order to “win”(many such cases tho). and it irks me in the tape when John says “it’s in the stomach of your DEAD cell mate…. know that I’m not lying” BUT HE IS LYING ‼️

visually I really liked the Angel Trap, it’s just so gnarly yet beautiful. something about the Venus Fly Trap visually I liked a lot too.

The Ice Block Trap in Saw IV, I feel, needed more screen time/care. I feel like the concept of it could’ve made for a very captivating watch - I think someone mentioned it paralleled Saw (2004) in the way that there was the real Jigsaw in the room (Hoffman) which the other victims were unaware of, there was the victim who was acting like a perpetrator (Art Blank) but was actually doing so as part of his own test. and the pathetic whimpering blonde guy (hehe). could’ve also used more of Donnie Wahlberg’s acting skills, I think he’s great!

*edit: omg I forgot about shotgun carousel, thought I wrote about it when talking about Saw VI but I guess not oops. the allegory of the dogpit having to deny 2/3 of all applicants thus sentencing them to death, and William Easton having to do the same with the dogpit. he’s forced to use his algorithm on his own team, the symbolism about the blood on his hands, wheeew.

anyway thank you for asking!! excuse the rambling but it was nice to get this out

#saw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #leigh whannell #james wan #saw iii #saw vi #asks

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Rosebuds and Soap Suds

Re:Vale x TransMasc! Reader

Today was an everything shower for me which brought up a lot of dysphoria. I’m writing this to comfort myself.

Sorry for the two shower fics within a week. This is how I cope.

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Yuki x TransMasc!Reader x Momo

Warnings: Descriptive mentions of gender dysphoria and an overall negative body image, non-sexual nudity, descriptions of a silent panic attack, slight spicy content if you squint REAL hard, spoilers for season 2 of the Idolish7 Second Beat Anime. Also mild use of Y/N and N/N. I try to avoid it but it was impossible here.

A/N: Despite the paragraph of warnings this is wholesome I swear, I just don’t want you lovely readers to be caught off guard! Also I’m gonna start writing for Yuki now because I LOVE HIM‼️📢

Your closeness with Re:Vale was a growing issue. For one, you were a rookie solo idol from a small, unknown company. How you got so big was beyond you. For another thing; the usually dumb-to-queerness press was getting suspicious.

No one in the industry knew of your complicated experiences with gender, you’d be damned if you let anyone outside your inner circle know.

Already there were articles about the “Close Friendship” between you and Re:Vale. You were nervous if it was only a matter of time.

Really, how did you even start dating them?

You looked up from your phone, your GPS telling you that you had arrived at the apartment complex. Re:Vale had invited you over to spend the night. Your apartment was usually the host for these things as the press didn’t quite care where you lived, going over to Yuki’s apartment was new for you.

You were about to ring the buzzer to be let in when a weight suddenly dropped on your shoulders. A pair of arms wrapped their way around you from behind.

“N/n!” Momo’s voice came from behind you, he was bursting with energy, “You’re here!”

You turn around and Momo takes the opportunity to pull you closer to him. He gave you a tight squeeze before letting go, and opting to take your hand instead.

You allowed yourself to be led by him.

“Where’s Yuki?” You ask. After all, both you and Momo were visiting his apartment.

“He’s making dinner for us right now!” Momo almost squeals, “I can’t believe that I get to spend tonight with my two favorite boys ever!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm. It was hard not to smile around Momo. You really did love him.

The two of you arrive at Yuki’s apartment and Momo unlocks the door with his key. He bursts through the door, announcing your presence.

Yuki was in the kitchen, he turned to greet you, his eyes sparkling with adoration for his two lovers.

“Welcome home, Y/n” he finishes plating dinner, setting the plates down and pressing a kiss to your temple, before giving one to Momo as well.

Dinner went well. As you were finished your last bite, Yuki passed you a small box. Inside was a spare key to his apartment.

“Come over anytime,” He had rested his hand on top of yours.

After dinner was spent with the three of you cuddling on the couch. You didn’t want to be in the middle at first. You didn’t want to encroach, but both Momo and Yuki insisted.

“I should get the shower ready,” Yuki sighs softly, removing the arm that was wrapped around your shoulder. Momo takes this opportunity to fully pull you into a bear hug, giggling, “Mine!”

You melt in Momo’s arms, his cheek nuzzling against you. He peppers kisses all over your face and you check and see if the blinds were closed. They were.

“So…” you say between Momo’s attack of affection, “I can shower last if you guys want. I really don’t want to intrude.”

Momo presses another big kiss to your cheek, “If you’re okay with it, we usually shower together!”

Your face grows hot and you feel your body go stiff. You suddenly become very conscious of your entire body. Both Momo and Yuki knew. You didn’t keep your gender identity a secret from them, but them seeing your body…?

“Nothing will happen that you don’t want,” Yuki’s voice breaks you from your trance, “But if you’re not comfortable, you’re always free to go first.”

Yuki kneels in front of you, taking your hands as Momo rests his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t…” you begin, “My body… I don’t like to see it.”

You curse your voice for shaking as Yuki gives your hands a gentle squeeze and holds them to his chest. Momo softens and wraps his arms around you.

“If you’re not comfortable you really don’t need to join us, please don’t force yourself,” Momo whispers to you.

You think about it. Either way you’re going to have to shower, either way you’ll be forced to see everything. You might as well be with the people you love…

“I’ll do it.” You say, squeezing Yuki’s hands back

“Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself…” Yuki says softly

“I’m sure.” You affirm.

Momo loosens his grip of you before taking your face in his hands, “I’ll make sure to stop any bad thoughts with the power of my love!” He places a dramatic kiss on your forehead, before running over and kissing Yuki.

“Yuki will too!”

Yuki blushes and hides his face in embarrassment, leading you to giggle softly. You give Yuki and Momo a gentle hug.

“I love you both so much,” your voice almost cracks.

They return the embrace, and you are led to Yuki’s bathroom. They both decide to leave the lights off for your comfort. Yuki pulls his hair up into a loose braid before undressing himself, while Momo, who was already undressed, bounds over to you as you were about to take your binder off.

“Keep your eyes on me, N/n!” He smiles brightly.

You do as he says as you remove your binder and it helps. If he catches your eyes averting downwards, he’d gently lift your face up by your chin.

Yuki takes your hand next and helps you into the shower, before doing the same for Momo, who was giggling over how gentlemanly Yuki was. When it was Yuki’s turn to join, Momo takes his hand and helps him in.

The shower was spacious, but you still decided to stay close to your lovers, who didn’t mind at all. Any time your felt your thoughts drift to an uncomfortable zone, one of them would lift you right out of it.

“Let me was your back Yuki!” Momo grabs a bar of soap and a washcloth, Yuki spins around and pulls his hair out of the way. Yuki then pulls you closer in front of him, holding you against his chest.

“If it gets scary, just focus on either of us,” He smiles softly, running a hand through your hair, “it’s getting longer”

Momo chimes in “It’s the same length as when Yuki was younger!”

You smile softly.

“Though it fits him way better than it ever fit me” Yuki adds, brushing back your bangs to leave another kiss on your forehead.

The actual washing part of the shower only lasted for like a quarter of the time you were in there, as the rest of that time was dedicated to pampering each other lovingly. Soon enough the shower turned into a bath, with you all 3 cuddled against each other.

All three of you then would dry off and began to head to bed.

#momo idolish7 x reader #i7 x reader #momo i7 #idolish7 x reader #momo idolish7 #idolish seven #i7 #yuki idolish7 #yuki idolish7 x reader #yuki i7

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13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

GIVE ME YOUR PEANUS.. M&M’S‼️ my what 🤨 jk. assuming i can’t be charged for it, probably kill [name]. i really hate him and he deserves to suffer. and if i could get to [location] in time, i would kill [name] too. rapists die by my dingy pocket knife.

15. answered here!!

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

pretty high i think.. my family has always eaten spicy food, so i’m used to it. i’ve had people accuse me of “tricking” them when i’ve said something isn’t spicy 🤷‍♀️

2. thoughts on veganism?

i should have more considering my best friend is a vegan, but it’s like “you do you”. honestly, i don’t really know that much about the meat (or dairy) industry — i’m sure there r ecofeminists eager to give me readings tho LOL — but regardless, if i were more mentally healthy and not recovering, i think i would try it. at the moment, though, it’s a no. (that being said, if a place has a portobello burger, no questions asked i’m getting that.)

#ask #sorry for censoring the names but it’s for my own privacy. not theirs #thank u for the ask :D

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eatsyourheartout · 2 years

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How is the relationship between Violet and the Diaboys and Yui?

soooo glad u asked nonni <3

btw vi is the sacrificial bride so “canonically” yui isn’t there but let’s add her for this ask!

YUI

vivi tried multiple times to convince her to pierce a couple of her ears, she already has earrings for her ready!! she used magnets to give her a visual too but yui wouldn’t budge, MAYBE an upper lobe piercing but other than that it’s a no-no

often goes shopping w yui when the dicks aren’t bothering her, as much as how vile loves yui’s cute lil conservative coquette outfits and teasing her about being the “mary” she is.. she wishes for her to explore more, got her a FEWW y2k outfits but ofc nothing too revealing, boooo!

violet hates opening up to someone but yui’s kinda her comfort person, she wouldn’t dump everything on her though she’d rather stay around her when she’s having an episode and hangout, maybe spill a few of her feelings that need clarification (if she’s overthinking it or not), she feels safe and secure around her, yui reminds vi of a teacher she had once in her religious school, her inner-child heals around yui

REIJI

despises her and her horrendously slutty outfit choices so much that he tried to dump them all away til vi’s cheap ass brought them back from the trash bins, she now hides most of her clothes away from him and does her own laundry

as much as how reiji punishes her for biting back and not letting him talk down on her she still never fuckin quits and he finds? that? amusing? amusing enough to getting curious about what her limit is

very very VERY little moments of them bonding, only time they bond over something is tea, poetry books and witchcraft (when wanting potions/herbs, and no he doesn’t share, she gotta be his slave for him to share : cleaning the whole mansion til it’s spotless, cooking dinner etc) and it’s rare for it to end in a good note he has to pull something out of his tight lil clenched ass

SHU

they rarely interact, sometimes she forgets he’s even there but she likes him, finds him pretty cool

loves that he’s a libra too and always brings it up to him “yk.. we’re both libras.. we’d be pretty good friends no? 😁”

last time they interacted was abt music! she asked him if he liked metal or any alternative music, unfortunately she left that convo disappointed.. missed opportunity

AYATO

they’re literally chucky and tiffany

they play video games together! she gets fake pompoms and cheers for him during practice too, let him dye her hair once and gave eachother tattoooss!! ugh the shit i can start

best fucking friends

he’s the one that convinced her to dye her hair red and she loved it enough to come back to it

convinced him to let her do an industrial piercing, he gave her SHITTT for it from how painful it was but at least he looks sexy now

unfortunately drags her down with him everytime he’s in trouble, knows vi would back him up and not give him an earful after (fuck u reiji ‼️)

they skip class together esp math (the teacher doesn’t even know that he has vile n ayato in his class from how much they skip 😭) n they’re usually in the cafeteria stealing snacks from the back, ayato got cocky and stole a whole box of fruit juice n they got caught

she has a fat crush on him n he knows it sooooooo fucking well, makes fun of her for it every time and uses it to his advantage

yea they need a whole different post but that kinda sums it up

KANATO

hell on earth

got out of trouble w him a few times by recommending sweet shops & lolita clothing stores, unfortunately gets dragged w him bc idk why he just won’t go alone$?8;!;!&?$?!!??!?! but she had fun til he forced her to wear one during hot and boiling summer air 😁

rarely interact til he wants something to shit on but she finds him hilarious when the triplets are together

LAITO

took her awhile to be in good terms w this .. man but now they sometimes gossip to eachother (ACTUALLY.. she wishes to do that he just thinks w his dick usually or doesn’t listen unless it’s about his brothers)

laito reminds vi of someone from religion school she was extremely uncomfortable with let’s just say that much !

SUBARU

she wants to be friends w him soooo bad but he drives her away

her fav thing to say when he’s in his lil i’m mysterious stay away from me episodes are “ur such a scorpio” n he gets pissed

she got him tripp pants on his birthday and he still hasn’t worn them even though they’d look perfect for him, must be a skinny jeans kind of guy 👎🏻👎🏻

RUKI

she heard about the cat incident they are NEVER interacting

YUMA

he makes her too nervous to even interact, finds him GORGEOUS

everytime they talk vile twirls her hair and giggles a lot

tried to get him on 90s hip hop & afro beat but he’s not a music guy n it makes her sad

she got him a bunch of chains & wife beaters, she kept complimenting him when he wore grey sweatpants so he can wear it more, she wants to turn him into a manwhore so bad

KOU

tries not to get too close bc she’s so fucking scared of him

sometimes they talk about pop culture shit and when he’s in a good mood he tells her abt his personal stories with hollywood & other celebs

her arab genes refuses gifts in any way so if he bought her flowers or new outfits she’s just gonna threaten to kill herself than take that gift /j !!!!!!!

AZUSA

bond over pretty knives and daggers (she collects them as-well!! but not for the same reason he does 😁)

finds him super cute from afar. they rarely interact

disclaimer : just because she’s getting along w them well n their relationship sounds like sunshine and rainbows doesn’t mean she’s not viewed as a blood bag & treated horribly, she’s treated worse for her loud mouth n lack of submission (unless it’s ayato what a lil slut), this is just the surface of it, i didn’t wanna write about the dark parts just yet so let’s enjoy these cute lil moments w them from now on yea?

#♱. vile & dl #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #♱. asks

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toulousewayne · 1 year

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Green Arrow: Hunted

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This is a concept for a Green Arrow movie, which is a direct sequel to the Green Arrow and Black Canary film.

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Synopsis:Oliver Queen returns home after being away on League business. He finds a string of murders with arrows begins to tarnish his reputation in his city. He needs gonna help to stop the murders before he becomes prime suspect number one.

Rating: PG-13

Runtime: 2 Hour, 19 Minutes

Release: June 15,2029

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Cast:

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow…Austin Butler

Roy Harper/Arsenal……Jake Austin Walker

Malcolm Merlyn/ Dark Archer……Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Mia Dearden/Speedy…..Sabrina Carpenter

Cameos:

Dinah Lance/Black Canary…….Chloe Bennett

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Concept Art: All Artwork belongs to the original artist‼️‼️‼️

Green Arrow:

Malcom Merlyn:

Arsenal:

Speedy:

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Plot:

Oliver returns to Star City and finds a string of murders have created a problem for him.

He rides to the Glades and finds a warehouse. It was formerly owned by Maxwell Lord.

He finds three prominent political leaders murdered by green arrows. The S.C.P.D. Are about to swat the building g and GA as to escape. Several swat members fire at him and throw tear gas into the building. He’s nearly captured until a young blonde girl in all black sets off the fire alarms. She tells GA to follow her, and she leads him underground a tunnel and they escape.

She introduces herself as Mia, she tells GA that Dinah asked her to follow him and watch his back. Irritated he tells her he’s not a rookie, she tells him that he doesn’t understand that with his absence that crime as skyrocketed.

She shows him news reels of the last several murders and tells him that he’s been all but officially charged for the murders. She tells him that she wants to help him. He gives her a device and tells her he’ll be in touch and leaves.

He returns returns to the cave where he’s creating a crime boards from the last four murders and examines clues and other evidence. He gets a call from Dinah, and he asks her why she sent Mia to him. They get into a fight and he hangs up before returning to his investigation.

Roy exits from a seedy dive bar and see the man he’s been following the last three nights. A man by the name of Arthur King who is somehow connected to the District Attorney and the Police Captain murder’s.

Roy is trying to find the man when a waitress , who works at the bar takes his order. She being chatting with Roy who tells her he’s busy and Mia tells him the man he’s looking for rarely comes in here but she’s heard his name a couple of times. Roy beings to think of ways to draw him out.

Oliver attends a broad meeting with several overseas chairmen the next morning. He meets Malcolm Merlyn a wise and wealthy businessman from Star City himself, but works mostly in his China department.

Oliver and Merlyn have passive aggressive conversations throughout the meeting which comes to an end with Merlyn smirking and telling Oliver they’ll have to carry this conversation later. Oliver watched him leave when when his phone buzzes with a signal from Mia.

Mia is waiting in an alley when Green Arrow jumps down from the fire escape, and asks her what’s going on. She tells him that she find all the victims have some sort of connection to Queen Industries. The DA and Captain were apart of the Queen Act to protect the Glades, the first victim was a reporter who first broke the story and the second victim was the Vice President of a company partnering with Queen Industries to support the Act.

GA asks her how she solved that so quickly and she jokily tells him because she’s just the smart. And before either of them can continue severs black arrows nearly pierce them. GA causes a smoke screen and takes Mia to the rooftops. He tells her to stay out of sight and he ventures farther into the open and quickly dodged more arrows.

A Dark Archer appears and tells Green Arrow that he is in his way of killing his remaining targets. GA and the Archer fight on the rooftop,but the Archer defeats and nearly kills GA.

Mia takes Green Arrow’s bow and scattered arrow and fires a lucky shot nicking the archer. He tells GA that he won’t be so lucky next time, and throws a smoke bomb disappearing.

Mia helps Green Arrow and he tells her she’s not a bad shot for a rookie. Back on his feet he tells her she can’t go home because the Archer will not be looking for her too. She tells him she’s doesn’t have much of a home life anyway. He had her join him on his bike and he takes her to his Arrow Lair.

He tells her she can stay here and he reveals his identity to her. She’s shocked and asked why did he do that. And he tells her any friend of Dinah is a ally in his eye, and the fact she saved him.

Mia is overjoyed to see the Arrow cave. Oliver begins patching himself up and he’s trying to talk to Mia and get to know her. She briefly tells him about her life in the Glades. Oliver tells her that he doesn’t judge her, him misjudging people is what cost him a lot of things and people. Mia noticed a display with a suit that was once Speedy’s and she asks about it which he dismisses.

Roy is suiting up while listen to several sound clips from bugs he planted. He takes his bow and fires a arrow and zip lines across the street to the Emerald Hotel. He breaks into it and is inside the penthouse. He lures around looking for evidence and he quickly dodged several black arrows.

Mia fires three arrows in the archery training ground. Which Oliver comments on her natural instinct. She tells him where she’s from if you can take the shot, you take it and don’t miss. Just then his computers ring with a board set.

The two see a video of a bruised and bloody Arsenal. The dark archer comes into frame and taught Ollie. He tells him he couldn’t stop him, and he’s gonna fail to save his former protégé. He tells him meet him in one hour alone or he’ll kill Roy.

Mia tells Ollie he can’t go into this without thinking it through. He resuits up and Mia tried stops him and tells him he’s walking into a trap. And Dinah would want him to think it through before charging into this blindly. He tells her that this is personal now and he grabs his uniform and bow and leaves to get ready.

He arrives at a Queen Industrial construction site and ventures into it. He makes it to the thirteenth floor where he finds and an unconscious Roy, he checks his pulse before and arrow nearly takes out his hand.

The archer appears from the shadows with his bow drawn. And he tells Oliver he’s been waiting for this. The two engage in a battle of bows,arrows and hand-to-hand combat.

Mia sneaks off the elevator and speeds to Roy who’s slowly waking up. He brings to speak but she reassures him she’s a friend and begins to cut his restrains.

Oliver fires a Arrow that releases a bright flash and he knocks the archer into a dry wall. The Archer draws a hunting knife and attack GA.

Mia frees Roy and assists him towards the elevator. He asks her does she work for the Emerald Archer and she gives him a sassy response.

GA gains the upper hand and manages to tussle and unmask the Archer as Malcolm Merlyn. He tells Oliver that he figured he remembered him from their meeting but he tells him it doesn’t matter because he has one last person to kill and take Oliver down. He throws a dart and it injects a toxic into Okie who stumps back off the roof.

Ollie regains his bearings and uses arrows to stop his fall.

He saves him self and takes an antidote. And catching his breath while laying on a support beam.

When he returns to the lair Mia manages to help a now alert Roy Harper,but when the two men lock eyes the air goes stale in the room.

Oliver tries to speak to Roy who immediately tries to leave and the two get into a heated argument. Dinah appears and tells them to stop it.

She tells Ollie to back down and he does. Dinah tells Roy to get dressed and to meet her outh side.

The two go to Big Belly Burger and she asks him where he’s been. It’s not a great conversation at first but once she gets him to open up it all dawns on her what happened between them, and she tells Roy she’s sorry she didn’t know nor did she know what fully happened between them but she tells him it’s time to make amends with Ollie but he must do it on his terms. Not hers and not his but his own.

Merlyn arrives to his penthouse and enter his Dojo. He take out a large vital and leaves again.

Mia attempts to get the true from Ollie who tells her messed up. He wasn’t the best role model and he didn’t think through his decisions. He pushed Roy away.

Roy tells him he didn’t push him away. Dinah ask Mia to come with her for a moment.

Roy and Oliver have a heart to heart and Oliver apologizes for throwing him out and not helping him through his addiction and Roy tells him he doesn’t blame. Ollie tells Roy he’s the little brother he never had and he’s proud of his recovery.

Mia and Dinah hug and Dinah tells her that she has to go. But she wanted her to know she’s glad the boys have someone just as headstrong looking after them. She tells her she figured she be staying around and she tells her that she wants her to not let her past define her, she’s her own person and deserves to live her life. She tells her the guy in the Glades who keeps coming to collect will no longer bother her.

Mia thanks her and tells her she doesn’t know what to do now. And she’s Mia that it’s her own life and it’s up to her. Oliver comes up to them and Mia tells Dinah thank you and hugs her before leaving to head back inside.

Ollie and Dinah share a sweet moment before she gets on her bike and tells her not to miss her to much, before she speeds off.

The next day Ollie arrives in his office to find it eerily quiet. Green smoke engulf his office and he collapses. The last thing he see are a pair of black boots.

Roy arrives in the Lair to find Mia training with a dummy. He ends up teasing her before helping her perfect her stance. His phone buzzes and it’s Oliver. The entire top floor of Queen Industries is on lockdown with Oliver trapped inside. He grabs her suit and tells her he has to go. She eyes a few spar bows and smirks to herself.

Oliver walks up tied to a chair with Merlyn standing before him. He reveals why he’s doing this to Oliver he wants revenge for because when he first met Oliver in the League he was overlooked by Ra Al Ghul as a successor for Oliver after the original too turned down the offer. He felt could never gain the status he worked for. He wants Oliver to feel what it’s like to have everything you’ve worked for and have it taken from you.

Roy arrives at Queen Industries and breaks into the ventilation shaft and rushes to Oliver.

He arrives in the lobby and is ambushed by Assassins who work for Merlyn. He makes quick work of them before taking the stairwell, he fires a grappling-arrow to the top floor.

Marylin tells him he has planted evidence in the room and when the police storm inside they will pen all the murders on Oliver and he will spend the rest of his life in prison. A red Arrow nearly hit Merlyn. “You’re not going anywhere”

Arsenal and Merlyn being to fight through the top floor and Oliver manages to get his restrains off. He charges Merlyn and they crash throw a window onto the rooftop balcony.

Merlyn throws smoke and flees but Oliver rushes after him with Roy in tow.

They climb onto the roof and fight Merlyn. A black chopper arrives for Merlyn who tells them it’s been fun but he’s ending it once and for all, he pulls a detonator from his pocket and warns the two men he planted explosives throughout the building and will kill them all.

A golden arrow knocks the device from his grasp. Mia in a makeshift Speedy costume winks at Merlyn who is punched and knocked out by Oliver. The chopper beings to fire at them when Roy fires a explosive arrow at the chopper which catches the tail. The chopper brings to descend towards them and Oliver tells them to run. He grabs Merlyn and they jump off the building.

Roy and Mia fire rope arrows to a nearby building and Roy grabs Oliver’s arm and they land on the building just as the chopper crashes on the rooftop.

Oliver removes his jacket and tie and tells them he has to collect the evidence but Mia hands him a black bag. She tells him she grabbed it before she came onto the roof. Oliver thanks them for their help and turns to find Merlyn is gone from his restrains.

The three of them turn back to Queen Industries building engulf in flames.

A time skip of two weeks later Oliver is holding a press conference on the steps of Queen Industries and talks about the murders of his associates, the attack on him and tells Star City he will not stop until the city is safe. Through his conference Mia is training in the lair, Roy drives red convertible passing the now leaving Star City sign with a small photo of him and Oliver on his dashboard, and Merlyn is watching from a town car from across the street and tells the driver to proceed.

His tells the reporters and press he will not fail this city before the camera pans upwards towards the city before a last short scene of Green Arrow over looking the city when Mia joins him in a new suit. He jokes with her before they fire their arrows and swing towards the city and it fades to black.

#green arrow #dc comics #dc universe #dc live action #arsenal #black canary #dc green arrow #oliver queen #roy harper #mia dearden #malcolm merlyn #dark archer #star city #dc fancast #dc films

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estcsy · 2 years

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even tho I’ve never been in a dating rumor there have been some times when I get shipped with people on industry secrets like one time as embarrassing as this is me and this guy named alex that’s from another boy group bumped into each other and his sprite got everywhere on us both but his cup was like filled to the brim with soda and ice and the ice ended up going down my shirt and it I went into like shock from how cold it was

and then his homie almost stuck his hand down my shirt to get it but then stopped because he realized what he was doing HA but I feel kinda bad he was really nervous and he felt really sorry <//3 and his members laughing at him probably wasn’t making it better 💀

but alex ended up giving me 20$ dollars because he felt bad which I gave back to him because he didn’t have to do that but then one of our staff came up to me and gave me the 20$ dollars he wanted to give me and said that he felt really sorry and wanted me to keep it so thank you alex I appreciate it ‼️

now when I see sprite I think when this happened

#shifting #turning red #4town #4town x reader #reality shifting

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just-my-type-x · 1 year

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I’ve seen a few posts of urs answering some body type questions that Brad might have. Why are y’all bitches thriving to see him or any other male celeb dating someone that’s got thighs and a belly? //

Excuse me what?? Because basically having thighs and a belly is normal??? In the end everyone has a belly and thighs?? You know women are supposed to have thighs right? It's how our body is build. One of the reasons women have thighs is to give birth. Btw another biology fact to know: the fat in women's thighs are mostly formed by hormones, something you can't really influence yourself.

It's the fashion and beauty industry that's brainwashing people in thinking it's not normal. In the end no one has a flat belly 24/7 or they are holding their breath 24/7. Bloating for example is also a thing and something you can't help. Even drinking a glass of water can make your belly not flat anymore. And that isn't bad, that's just our body functioning lol.

Having a belly and thighs doesn't mean you're fat and unhealthy and you aren't worth less than people who maybe have smaller belly and thighs.

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I was so shocked when i saw that in my inbox like wtf, really? 😂😂😂

#brad simpson

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been reading about Jung hoyeon and her boyfriend Lee donghwi a bit and they seem rather sweet and I've had an idea pop out like... Let's say jay's been in the industry for like a decade now and he's well established as a soloist as well and you're a rising model [no creepy age difference] attracting him at this runway or smth and then after some time coincidentally you get to co-model with him and somehow you get even closer and jay gives a lot of advice, in true jay fashion who loves spreading knowledge and helping others, a true mentor for you to have a firm place in the entertainment industry... He introduces you to infamous directors and other people in power and gets you in their good graces too !

Later on you're booked to star in jay's solo music video as his love interest and it's in an exotic place and its there where he asks you out , on a day off of filming and the rest follows AHH .

and he can't really take you out cause there's no privacy there, he doesn't want to be caught up in a scandal so he ends up inviting you for dinner at his home. he cooks the meal himself, making sure for it to be extra delicious for the night.

your silky dress makes it even harder for him to maintain his composure and not fuck you then and there, he takes it slow and makes sure you both are done with the dinner before he takes you to the sofa, making sure you sit close to him.

that's when he holds your hand, looking into your eyes as you keep speaking, he kisses your knuckles and your speech halters for a second before you stop fully, his mouth placing kisses from your hand to your neck.

it only gets steamier from there when he guides you towards his bedroom, removing your clothes and laying you down on his silk sheets before kissing all over your body.

he just wants to fuck you but he'd make sure to make you cum once before you cum on his cock so his fingers help in that case, curling in you till you can't take it anymore.

he'd pay attention to your tits by the time you catch your breath before he pushes his hard cock inside you, wasting no time in thrusting in your hole and making you scream his name for the whole night 😔‼️

#lemon 🍋#enhypen hard hours #jay smut #enhypen smut #your mind im <//3

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