Request:can you write an imagine in which
you are happy’s sister and juice has a crush on you?
Everyone knew how devoted Happy Lowman was to his
mother. It wasn’t a surprise when he decided to transfer to Samcro when she got ill; he wanted to stay closer to her. His brothers were happy to have him
in Charming, he was a great addition to the mother charter. Juice had heard
stories about the Tacoma Killer when he was just a prospect and yes, they were
scary and weird, but he had learnt to respect the man. Sometimes they even
teamed up to do errands, and that was one of those days.
They had finished the club tasks for that day and were
heading to Mrs Lowman’s house to deliver her meds. Happy had said it wouldn’t
take long, but almost twenty minutes had passed and Juice began to hear an
argument coming from the house. He thought Happy’s mother was scolding him,
something only she had the courage to do, but he was wrong. The Killer
stormed out of the house, followed by a girl who looked completely pissed off.
“Don’t you walk away from me Hap!”, she yelled. Happy
was already putting his helmet back on and ignored when the girl slammed the gate behind
“Let’s go”, Happy barked and started his bike.
Juice did the same, glancing over his shoulder to the girl glaring at them from
Happy didn’t care to explain what had happened and Juice wouldn’t dare to ask. He did noticed though, that his brother began to do errands alone after that day and wasn’t sleeping at the clubhouse often. The Killer didn’t mention what had happened to anyone and Juice couldn’t stop wondering
what was going on.
He got answers a few days later, when he stopped in a
diner on his way back to the clubhouse. Juice
entered the place thinking about a milkshake and only noticed the girl
behind the counter when she asked what he wanted to eat. She was the girl he had seen at Mrs
“I’m Y/N, I’ll be your waitress. What can I get you?”,
she asked with a smile and Juice blinked, trying to speak again.
“Hm… A chocolate milkshake”, he ordered
in a monotonous tone.
“Okay”, she wrote down his order and smiled again, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes”. Y/N walked away to take other clients’ orders as Juice watched her. He had thought she was Happy mother’s caretaker, but his brother wouldn’t yell to her unless she had been doing a bad job. Maybe that’s why she was working at the diner. “Here is your order”, suddenly, she was back and he had caught staring.
“Thanks”, he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on the glass.
“Why are you so shy now”, Y/N tapped on the counter to get his attention, “You were watching me just two seconds ago”
“I…I”, Juice stuttered, not only for being caught but because she was too close. She was so beautiful, how he hadn’t noticed that before?
“You’re cute”, Y/N smiled and then lowered her voice, “And I know who you are. I
saw you with Hap the other day. Did he send you?”
“No”, Juice shook his head to deny it, “No, he didn’t. I’m here just to eat,
I’m hungry and…”
“You’re really cute”, she giggled, “What’s your name?”
“J-Juice”, he stuttered again. Damn it, why so nervous in front of a beautiful girl?, “They call me Juice”
“Juice”, Y/N smirked and held out a hand for him, “Nice to meet you Juice. Enjoy your
milkshake”, she winked and walked away.
Juice became a regular at the diner. Yes, lunch was only an excuse. What he really wanted was to see Y/N. She said he was cute, didn’t she? Y/N was always nice
to him and Juice realized he had a crush on her. They’ve never talked about the
club, though they talked about pretty much everything. Weeks passed before he
have the courage to ask, “How do you know Hap?”
“I was wondering when you would ask that”, she was cleaning the counter and glanced at him, a smirk on her lips.
“Sorry”, Juice shrugged and blushed.
“It’s okay”, Y/N walked around the counter and sat by his side, “You’re a nice guy Juice. I’ll tell you, but you have to keep the secret”
“I will”, he nodded.
“Okay”, she took a deep breath and locked her eyes with his, “Happy is my brother”
“What?”, Juice creased his brow. It was a joke, wasn’t it?
“I left Tacoma years ago to study and now that I graduated and my mother is ill, I decided to live with her again”, Y/N confessed, playing and squeezing the rag on her hands, “Happy
can’t stay with her all the time and a caretaker is expensive. I wanna help and take care of her”
“Is this why he was yelling at you?”, he carefully asked. This was Happy business, but Juice already had crossed the limits and would have to face his brother if he found out.
“Yes”, she admitted, “He wants me to leave, find a good job somewhere else,
be safe. Nobody knows he has a sister, he says it’s better this way. He’s so stubborn. We both are”
“I’m sorry”, Juice wanted to touch her hands but he hesitated, “We can protect you. The club, I mean. Happy would have full support from the club, I’m sure”
“Thanks Juice”, she smiled and patted his shoulder as she got up, “You are a
sweetheart”. Y/N returned to her place behind the counter, “Juice”, she stopped on her way to the kitchen, “Do
you wanna go out? Have dinner together?”
“I…I…”, he stuttered again. Damn it!, “Yeah, but…”
“Happy doesn’t need to know”, she smirked and turned her back on him, glancing over her shoulder once as she walked to the kitchen.
They hadn’t settled a date for their dinner, but Juice was back at her work by the end of the day. He was nervous, thinking he probably looked like a teenager going out on his first date. Y/N just smiled and asked him to wait until her shift was over. Juice walked outside, sat on his bike and waited. Minutes has passed when he heard another bike. He knew, before he turned around, that Happy was there.
“What are you doing here?”, his brother barked, hopping off his bike.
“Coffee”, Juice shrugged.
Happy narrowed his eyes at him and Juice tried to think about an excuse to get out of that situation. He wasn’t so lucky though, because Y/N walked out the diner. “Hey Juice! I’m ready, where…”, Y/N stopped talking when she
noticed Happy standing there, staring at her.
“Ready for what?”, Happy grunted and looked at Juice again. His brother looked like he was about to kill someone.
“We’re going to having dinner”, Y/N told her brother. She walked to Juice and held his arm, “And
“What?”, Happy clenched his jaw, already walking toward Juice.
“Happy Lowman”, Y/N held out a hand to stop him, “He knows I’m your sister and why you don’t introduce me to anybody on your little club”.
“First. It’s not a little club”, Happy explained while Y/N just raised an eyebrow at him and Juice could only watch in silence, “Second. You shouldn’t joke about your safety. And Third”, Happy pointed to Juice, “You’re
off limits to him”
“I am the one who decides the limits”, Y/N let Juice go and crossed her arms, glaring at her brother.
“Y/N…”, Happy growled.
“Stop Hap”, she sighed, “I’m not going anywhere or arguing about this anymore. I’m here to take care of mom, you liked it or
not. And I will have dinner with Juice. He’s gonna keep the secret Hap, but you
should tell everybody, it would be easier”
Happy just grunted and stared at them, then he pointed to
Juice, “If you hurt her, I’m gonna get a new happy face tattoo. Do you understand?”
“Yes”, Juice swallowed and nodded.
“Happy”, Y/N grimaced.
“What? I have to make sure he understands”, Happy shrugged.
“If he hurt me”, Y/N said over her shoulder as she pushed Juice toward his bike, “I’m gonna get me a happy face tattoo brother”
“Do you really need all of that Y/N” your friend asked as she watched you
toss a jar of peanut butter into your already full basket, “I thought it was
just us two tonight.”
“It is,” you walked down the aisle of the grocery store searching for
oreos, for some reason you thought the pairing of the two would go well
together. It was Friday night and Mark was studying, so you decided to have a
girl’s night in. You checked your cell
phone to see if there were any messages from Mark. Since exams had started for
him you two had barely talked, let alone have seen each other. Nothing. You
knew he was busy but it didn’t stop the fact that you missed him so much.
Turning the corner towards the freezer section you grabbed a tub of your
favorite chocolate ice cream and placed it into the basket along with the bags of
chips, oreos and peanut butter. Lately, you’ve been eating anything that you
could sink your teeth into “Oh! You know what else would be good? If we got
some sushi or maybe east indian! I have a big craving for some deep fried tuna
rolls and butter chicken.” Your mouth watered.
You friend gawked at you, “Jesus Y/N, it’s like your pregnant or
You laughed as you walked toward the tills, “I’m definitely no-“ you
paused, Your face turned pale and your hands went ice cold. You were late, and
not just by a few days but by a few weeks. How could you not have noticed? You
looked at your friend, “We need to get one more thing,” your voice was shaky as
you walked towards the pharmacy aisle.
Back at your place, your friend gnawed on her nails anxiously as she
paced your room. You walked in shutting the door behind you, the color still
gone from your face as you braced your back against the door.
“Well?” She asked nervously.
Your head spun and you tried to force the words out of your mouth, “I’m
pregnant.” Saying it out loud made it all too real.
She walked over to you and hugged you, “Everything will be okay, you
have Mark, you have both of your families and you have me.” she rubbed your
shoulders to try and comfort you.
“Mark and I are going to have a baby,” You thought to yourself. You two
had always discussed your future. Move
in together, marriage, travel the world and have kids, you never expected that
the order would get mixed up. You placed your hand on your belly, it didn’t
matter the order, as long as you were with Mark everything would be okay,
everything would work out. A happy tear rolled down your cheek as you glanced
down at your belly. A jolt of excitement hit you, tomorrow when you saw Mark
you were going to tell him. He’s going to be a father.
Hi everyone! First of: A massive thank you to @stylesamaya16 for requesting this one shot. I really hope you like it. Second: Thank you so much to anyone who reads the stuff I write. It makes me very happy.
In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough.
Picture is not mine, but has been granted to us by someone generous on the internet.
I flinched at the burning sensation of hot liquid spilling over the edge of the cup and onto my fingers and hissed as pain shot through my hand. To my relief, none of it had dripped onto my shirt, as a stain would have surely been enough reason for my boss to pick on me, something he did on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was particularly mean or rude, he simply enjoyed to poke fun at someone. I often explained it to myself by thinking that his unprofessional behavior was due to him being fairly new to the CEO position. And though I usually knew how to take a joke, since he was my boss I didn’t know what to answer to his teasing and remained quiet most of the time. After all, he was the reason I could pay my rent and afford living in the city. Of course me staying quiet, led to him teasing me further and with that the circle was full and my days at work painful. I was pulled from my thoughts as his voice ripped me from my thoughts.
“Where’s that coffee, Miss Y/L/N?”
Mr. Styles appeared in the doorway to his office. He grinned upon noticing my struggle at holding his stacks of paper and tilted his head to the side before disappearing again.
“Coming!” I quickly answered and ushered forward to follow him.
Mr. Styles already sat behind his desk again, a frown overtaking his lovely face and both his hands massaging against his temple, just by the edge of his short, brown hair. I observed the sleeves of his suit slipping down so that the tattoos on his wrists became visible, yet only partially as I had never fully seen them before. Tattoo covered wrists wasn’t something I would have pictured on a business man and CEO like him and due to the white shirts he sometimes wore, I knew his chest was full of black ink as well. Just another reason as to why I sometimes found myself struggling to understand, how he had ended up in a job like this. A manager of a music company, when he would have fit so much better onto the stage himself. But those days were over, as I was told by one of my coworkers after I had asked about his reasons to start a company by himself. I put the coffee cup down by one of the many piles of paper on his desk. The only answer I got was a short nod and I turned to walk out again, but stopped when he called me back.
“Is there something else I can do for you, sir?” I timidly asked.
Mr. Styles huffed before pushing his chair back and getting back up. He came to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it.
“There is, actually. I will need you to work overtime today. There are three more contracts I need you to go over for me before I can sign them.”
“Okay.” My voice stayed calm and neutral, but on the inside my blood boiled. I could have cried. This job had me on my feet and running errands for him from 5:30 am until 6pm and now he expected me to work overtime? I could barely stand properly anymore.
“Tracy can’t stay, because her husband won’t watch the kids tonight and Jeremy will be attending a conference in California tomorrow. That’s why I need you to do it,” he explained.
I shook my head in understanding. “Of course. I’ll go finish the scripts you gave me this morning now so I can start on those contracts as quickly as possible.”
Mr. Styles crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Good. I’ll have Tracy leave them on your desk before she leaves.”
I nodded and turned to leave again. Just when I was about to close the door he added: “And thanks for half the cup of coffee. I assume the rest is decorating your skirt?”
I looked down to my legs and felt a rush of heat shoot into my cheeks upon seeing the large brown stains covering both thighs. Mr. Styles seemingly found my embarrassment amusing as he grinned and lowly chuckled.
I bit my lip and fought back the insults laying on my tongue. “Thank you, sir.”
I pulled the door close behind myself before pressing my eyes shut. I wished upon the floor breaking open so that it’d swallow me whole. Or even better: swallow him whole.
“He isn’t being easy on you today, is he?” Tracy, my coworker, asked as she stopped to stand before me, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.
I shook my head. “He never is.”
“I find him quite a charmer, though,” she said and winked at me as she adjusted the folders she held tightly in her arms.
I shrugged and brushed at the stains on my skirt which looked as if they wouldn’t dry any time soon. “If he is, then I haven’t seen it before. Personally I think he’s less charming than he is an inconsiderate prick.”
Tracy laughed at my words before shaking her head. “Stay strong Y/N. You’ll see, he isn’t that bad.”
My gaze had long drifted from the text in my hands to the window from where I could see that the world had turned dark. It felt peaceful as well as upsetting. My eyes were heavy and I reached up to rub them, as I was normally long in bed by now. The pile of scripts and contracts I was to go over just didn’t want to get any smaller and the constant ache inside my head didn’t make it much easier to stay concentrated either. I jumped at the sound of a cup being placed on my desk. I looked up and was surprised when my eyes met the familiar green ones from my boss, who stood leaning against the side of my desk. Harry crossed his arms over his chest.
“Thought you might need one,” he said and motioned to the cup of coffee before me.
I took it and thanked him quietly. “It’s becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open.”
“I’ve noticed,” Mr. Styles answered, yet for once he didn’t sound as pretentious when he spoke. “It was my turn to bring you one anyway.”
“Not really. I’m your assistant and you’re my boss. It says in my job description that I have to tend to your every need. Don’t think it says so in yours.”
“Doubt it does. Why would one of the conditions to be in my position be to tend to my own needs.”
I didn’t answer his remark and refrained from rolling my eyes when he smirked down at me. I watched him reaching out and pulling the papers I was holding out of my grasp. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes move as they went over the text, noticing their puffiness and how much messier his hair was since I had spoken to him last this afternoon. It seemed as though he wasn’t well rested himself. Mr. Styles shook his head and tossed the papers away.
“No wonder you’re close to falling asleep. This is a pure bedtime story.” “Well, I appreciate the coffee,” I replied and gave him an appreciative smile.
“I hope you do.”
Mr. Styles grinned widely and I frowned, unsure what it was that amused him so much. He kept his expectant gaze on me before I lifted the cup up and peered inside. I rolled my eyes and set it back down without taking a sip. “Half full. Funny.”
“Oi, she bits back,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling behind his eyes as if he had been waiting for me to react annoyed.
Maybe it was to blame on how utterly tired I felt or maybe it was simply that I had had enough of it, but I decided to give in. He wanted to see me angry? Fine. After having worked my ass of for months for him now without ever getting anything back other than constant nagging and making fun of me, I could give him angry. Easily.
“Are there any more jokes you would like to play on my expense tonight, or may I resume the work you have given me? I’d like to go home at some point. Preferably before tomorrow,” I said, my voice calm but laced with tension and annoyance.
The smile faded off Harry’s face and was replaced by a frown. He uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest and instead rested them on the desk. “How have I angered you?”
I huffed at his question and shook my head. How could he be so ignorant to believe everything he did was instantly hilarious? This man just didn’t know when to stop, as if he had never been denied anything ever throughout his entire life. This only angered me even more.
“Right now?” I asked in a challenging tone, “Or any other time? It’s kinda difficult to choose and I’d need you to narrow it down a little, because there are too many times to count!”
Unsure of what exactly had gotten into me I pushed away the piles laying close by, nearly knocking over the coffee, before I shot to my feet. I bent down to reach for my bag before slinging it over my shoulder, my hands shaking visibly as I rambled on.
“You fail to take anything I say or do seriously! It doesn’t matter whether or not I do something right or wrong because you always try to make fun of me anyway! Even when it’s something as stupid as stains on my clothing! I mean, what is this all about?!”
I angrily pushed back the chair I had been sitting in. Mr. Styles watched my movements, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now.
“On top of it all you have been having me work for ten hours now! I am so sick of you doing anything in your power to make my time here unbearable and ensure that I feel miserable by the time I’m allowed to go home!”
Mr. Styles held up both hands in defense and backed a way. “I explained to you why I needed you to stay,” he spoke, “and I just brought you coffee.”
Tears shot to my eyes and heat to my cheeks. He watched with his mouth wide open as I completely let my nerves get the best of me. My cheeks flushed and I noisily sniffled.
“Only to play a joke on me. Again.” I sobbed. For a minute I had believed there was a decent bone in his body and that he had truly tried to do something nice for me. I shook my head, not feeling embarrassed at all, too exhausted to care, really.
“I’m done,” I said, “I quit.”
My hands frantically pulled the hair out of its ponytail as I pushed past a speechless Harry Styles. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had come up with his brilliant joke, but my head pounded and my nerves had been robbed of their last strength. I was about to reach the door when he found his voice again and called after me.
He hurried after me and reached out to pull me back by my arm. I hissed at the contact and shrugged him off to which his face fell even more.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t realize I was pushing it too far.”
“Call me Harry, please.”
I brushed away the left over tears from my cheeks. “Okay. Harry, I don’t think I can work for you any longer. It has gotten pretty obvious to me that I fit into this company.”
Harry sighed and shook his head. “Fucking great.” He exhaled heavily before brushing both hands over his face. “I always mess it up, don’t I?”
He stared at me with his brows furrowed and his mouth open and I suppressed my surprise at hearing him swear.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused at his words. He could admit when he messed up?
Harry fumbled with the tie around his neck to loosen it up and released a tired sigh. “I was told managing my own record company would be difficult. But i didn’t think keeping my assistant would become the problem.”
“Find yourself one who puts up with your childish shit and it won’t be,” I spat, somehow unable to bite my tongue and I was about to turn around again when he reached out to pull me back once more.
I expected him to yell at me, but he didn’t seem to be pissed him off at my snarky remark. Instead he nodded in agreement. His eyes bore into mine.
“I don’t want to look for a different assistant, Y/N. Please stay.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
I lowered my head and adjusted my bag. “Have tracy pack my things, will you? I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”
Just as my hand touched the door handle, Harry’s touched my arm in a strong hold. I was about to push the door open when he pulled me back further so I was flush against his chest and his eyes stared into mine for only a moment, before he leaned down and brought my face closer to his with his hand. I only got to look into his green eyes for a moment, before my lips were captured by his. I couldn’t even react properly, his forceful kisses leaving me breathless and my mind dizzy. He was kissing me fully and had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I couldn’t have escaped, not even if I wanted to. I whimpered when he pushed his tongue against my lower lip and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes until he pulled me up and off my feet, so we could be even closer. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the feeling of having his warm mouth against my own. I melted into him. Into Harry. My boss. Harry.
My hands fell down to his shoulders and I forcefully pushed against him. He reacted immediately and pulled away, letting me down to stand on my own feet again.
“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. His cheeks were rosy and his lips swollen. “Could’t have let you leave without-”
“What was that?” I wondered, finding it difficult to wrap my had around what we just did.
“A kiss,” he answered and reached down to hold my hand. A smile graced his lips when I didn’t pull away.
We still stood between the desks of the deserted workplace, the room dimly lit by the laps light in his office.
“I noticed,” I said and stared at his ringed hand holding mine tightly. “You’re my boss.”
“Am I? So you won’t quit?”
I stared at him. “You’re my boss! You employ me, Mr. Styles! You can’t just kiss me like that!”
“Harry. And you kissed me back, Y/N,” he retorted as his thumb drew circles over the back of my hand, his voice much calmer than my desperate one.
“Kinda difficult not to with your tongue in my mouth,” I argued, finding it unbelievable that he thought he could just shrug this off. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him, while to me it most certainly was. Yet I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, just as kissing him had. It was wrong, I knew that, but at the same time, there was something there that pulled me to him, no matter how annoying he always behaved around me.
“You-” Harry began as he swallowed hard, “I’m sorry if you feel like I overstepped a line. Oh god. Did I force you into this? I thought you felt it, too, Y/N. I didn’t realize…”
He shook his head and let go of my hand before taking a step back. “I can write you recommendations and make sure you get a well payed job.”
“Harry-” I tried but he shook his head once more.
“It’s alright,” he interrupted me quickly, “It’s the least I can do after being so horrible to you, you feel like you can’t work here anymore.”
“I’m so confused,” I admitted, “I don’t even like you.”
“Ouch,” Harry spoke half-heartily, his voice full of defeat.
“But,” I began, trying to find the right words to express how I felt, “there’s something… there.”
“There is,” Harry answered slowly, “Have felt it for a long while now, you know.”
“But there shouldn’t be,” I continued, “it’s inappropriate.”
Harry stepped closer and carefully reached out his hand for me to take, which I did just as slowly. He smiled and stared at our interlocked fingers. It surprised me how easy it was to allow him to touch me when I still felt a rather strong dislike towards this man.
“Maybe if you’d allow me to take you out for a drink? We could forget about work and head to the bar around the corner. Get to know each other a little better.”
And though I knew it was a bad idea, all I said was: “Let’s go.”
“And that,” Harry explained, “is how I got the job I have now.”
“Hm. You traded traveling the world and performing for working behind a desk all day,” I pretended to think for a minute and took another sip from my Cosmo, emptying the glass, “No. Don’t get it. Does explain your tattoos, though.”
Harry chuckled before turning to the bartender, ordering two more drinks for the both of us.
“Let me pay,” I said and fumbled with my purse, “I already owe you three.”
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Generous. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Harry barked a laugh and took a sip from his gin-tonic. “You won’t give me a break, am I right?”
“Nope. Neither did you give me one over the past months, did you?”
He raised his glass in a toast, “Touché.”
I giggled, enjoying the feeling of alcohol running through my veins, the taste still present and sweet in my mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol consuming me, but I had to confess that I was actually enjoying myself quite well.
“But,” Harry continued, “you have to admit. I’m not as bad as you thought I was.”
“That is true,” I replied and squeezed his hand.
Harry smiled warmly at me and played with the ring decorating one of my fingers. I watched him with curious eyes and reciprocated his smile as it once more occurred to me how insanely handsome he was.
“Bar’s closing in 10 minutes,” the man who had served us our past rounds informed us.
“Already?” I asked and Harry sighed.
“I’ll bring you home,” he said, “Is it close enough to walk? ‘Cause neither of us should be diving right now.”
I nodded. “It’s about three blocks away.”
My heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with him and actually have him walk me home, like it happened in movies after the date was over. Only that this wasn’t a date and I could most certainly not afford falling for my boss, no matter how utterly charming he had proven himself to be. I needed to remember that. Once outside, Harry generously handed me his jacket to keep me warm and protect me from the cold.
“So,” Harry began, “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself. It’s your turn, love.”
“Well, I have an apartment about 10 more minutes away, which I share with one of my friends from collage,” I replied and reached for his hand which he happily let me take, “I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person and given my slightly intoxicated state I have no problem with admitting that I find you really hot. Have even before I sort of began liking you.”
“So you do like me now?” Harry wriggled his brows and chuckled.
“The forth drink did the trick, honey,” I answered.
“I always liked you, you know?” Harry muttered and squeezed my fingers.
He nodded. A slight blush rose to his cheeks and he bit down on his pink bottom lip.
“Right from when you first walked into that office. You just looked too enchanting. What do you think why I was trying so hard to get you to laugh about something I said?”
“All this time when you were making fun of me, you were really trying to make me laugh?” I asked, unable to keep the coo out of my voice.
“Thought we could have some inside jokes, you know? Messed that up, obviously.”
“A bit,” I confessed.
Harry shook his head and yawned noisily before continuing, “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.”
“I know that now,” I replied and surprised the both of us by leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
We spent the rest of the walk in silence until we reached my apartment building. If this morning someone would have told me I would be in the situation I was in right now, I would have never believed it. But now it was as if there were two Harrys and two Y/Ns. The Harry I was with now was nice, warm and caring.
“We’re here,” I announced to my displeasure as we stopped in front of the building. Harry slowed his steps and turned so he stood before me.
“So. Will I get to see you tomorrow? At work, I mean.”
“Sure,” I replied and smiled. The thought of quitting had long left my mind.
“I really want to kiss you again,” Harry sighed as he reached up to caress my cheek with his finger.
“Do it then.”
He smiled softly before connecting our mouths in a kiss once more. I hummed and leaned in further to which he answered by moaning against my lips. I pulled away and he sighed, his eyes reflecting all the emotions that were cursing through my veins as well.
“Good night, Y/N.”
“Don’t start something now that you can’t finish, darling.”
The next morning I walked into the office with an uncomfortable feeling nestled deep into my stomach. I felt as if I had written “sucked boss’s face off” written all over my forehead anytime one of my coworkers looked at me.
“Hi, sweetie,” Tracy greeted me as she walked by, “you alright? You look tired.”
“It got late last night,” I replied, trying to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks.
“Miss Y/L/N? A word please.”
I flinched upon Harry’s serious tone and quickly said goodbye to Tracy to follow his request. Once I entered his office he kicked the door shut and pushed me back to press me against the hard wood.
“Morning, baby,” he whispered hotly before pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back but hesitated and turned my head only moments into it so I could break away again.
“Harry, someone could see-”
“Let them,” he hummed as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder, “Things are going to change around here, baby.”
And with his lips on me and his arms wrapped around my body, I couldn’t find it in me to fight it any longer. I surrendered to him and allowed myself to be consumed by his presence, not caring anymore about whether or not it would be looked at as right or wrong.
“Brought you coffee,” I muttered.
He hummed a small thank you.
“It’s full though. Was hoping you would’t mind.”
Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! I realize it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but I just couldn’t find an earlier ending. Hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback and requests are both welcome.
Hey guys! I’m here with another installment of “Secrets” of Suramar. This time we’re taking a look at the Waning Crescent, both pre- and post-7.1. As ever, these posts are tagged Secrets of Suramar and there is a cut in place just in case anyone is looking to avoid Suramar spoilers. Enjoy!
A/N: if you get the title reference, then we should totally be best mates.
Reid x Reader
Spencer groaned watching the images on the screen, his dick in his hand as he worked it up and down.
You had been away for three weeks and those three weeks had been hell. Before you’d gone he made a ridiculous pact with himself that he wouldn’t touch himself until you were back. But it was too much, he’d become used to having regular sex and three weeks was killing him. Finally he’d given in and got his laptop out, sitting on the couch and indulging in some good old fashioned porn. Sure he’d only have to wait another day or so to see you but given how long it had been, he knew he’d go off like a rocket as soon as you touched him. And he didn’t want that. So he decided to give his pipes a clean out. Desensitise the sausage.
The girls on the screen weren’t as hot as you were but they were getting the job done.
You were exhausted but pleased you’d managed to catch that early flight. Now you could surprise Spencer. You’d checked in at the BAU, making sure he hadn’t been pulled out on a case whilst you’d been away guest lecturing, so you knew he was at his apartment. Hauling your suitcase up the few flights of stairs you stopped just outside his door, searching your bags for the spare key he’d given you.
And that was when you heard it.
The distinct sound of a woman moaning. And then the groan that you recognised without a doubt as your boyfriend’s sex groan.
Well then. That was it. He was cheating on you. Brilliant.
You leaned in to the door, fighting back anger and tears.
Wait a sec.
The female moans were tinny, like they were coming through speakers.
Which meant one thing.
He was watching porn.
Spencer was watching porn.
Well, least he’d be ready and raring to go.
You found your key and slotted it into the lock.
Shit shit shit shit shit!
Spencer heard the tell tale sound of his front door unlocking. His mashed at the keyboard, quickly deleting the Internet history and pulling up You Tube, clicking it to the first video he saw and then shoving his dick back into his pants.
Only Morgan and you had a key to his apartment and he knew that if Morgan found him watching porn he’d never live it down, and if you found him watching porn surely your feelings would be hurt. Women didn’t like their guys watching that sort of stuff, did they?
You swung open the door and dragged your suitcase in expecting to see a very specific site in front of you.
Except, nope. His pants were up and a cutesy video of some sort was up on the screen. Seeing you there, he tossed the laptop to one side shutting the lid so that it closed down automatically, and rushed over to you.
“Y/N! What are you doing back so early!”
You scrutinised him carefully. Face flushed, pupils slightly dilated, lips chapped from biting down on them. All the tell tale signs that he’d been doing something. You knew he masterbated, almost everyone indulged in a little do it yourself. You’d even caught him doing it before and it turned into a very hot and heavy session. So why was he being so weird about it?
“I caught an earlier flight. Thought I’d surprise you. Is everything okay?”
His eyes flickered over to the laptop and back to you.
“Everything’s fine! Why wouldn’t it be? I’ve just missed you that’s all, and I’m super happy you’re home.”
“Are you sure? You’re acting a little weird right now, like you’re on edge. Did I…. interrupt something? Because if I did, we can always head to the bedroom to carry on,” you raised your eyes provocatively and touched your hand to his groin. He’d definitely been doing something.
“No! Wait… No, you didn’t interrupt anything but yes let’s head to the bedroom.”
He took your hand and led you to his room, quickly distracting you with his mouth. And because he himself was so distracted by the thought of what you’d say if you’d caught him watching porn, he didn’t go off like a rocket.
In fact it took him so long to finish that you were starting to wonder if something was wrong. So when you’d both finally finished and he had fallen asleep, you slipped out of the room and powered his laptop back up. You knew his password just like he knew yours.
And the only thing in the Internet history was a video which showed cute little bunnies frolicking around on a hill side.
He’d definitely been wanking before you’d entered the apartment.
He’d been getting turned on by bunnies?
You tried so badly not to freak out. People had fetish’s, some people had majorly weird fetish’s.
You just never expected Spencer to have one. How had he managed to hide it from you for so long? Or was it a reasonably new thing ? Had he stumbled across sexy bunnies when you’d been out of town? You couldn’t bring yourself to watch the video. Given the female moaning you’d heard through the door you could only presume that some sick fuck had tweaked the video, laying sound effects over it. After an hour or so of pacing the apartment and trying not to have a meltdown, you finally calmed down enough to get back into bed.
Where you lay with your arms straight by your side, not touching Spencer and not sleeping. Your mind was in overdrive.
By the time the morning rolled around you’d just about accepted it. You loved Spencer, everyone had their own kinks and this was just his. Maybe you could work with it. Bunnies were cute right? Maybe you could dress up as one. He’d clearly not been as into you last night as he normally was, perhaps a cute pair of bunny ears and a tail would change that?
Yes, that’s what you’d do.
Spencer was finishing up in the bathroom and you were getting ready to surprise him. You’d done your best to act normal around him today, you loved him and no weird little kink was going to turn you off him.
Unless it turn out that he’d actually been fucking bunnies somehow in which case you figured you might have to call someone.
After a nice breakfast together you both went out to run errands, going your separate ways for a few hours. And in those few hours you’d found a costume shop. You’d been torn between a playboy bunny leotard with the collar, cuffs, ears and tail, and a full blown furry rabbit outfit that would cover you from head to foot. In the end, you’d gone for the playboy bunny option. At least that way you wouldn’t feel so weird. And if it turned out that it didn’t turn him on, well you’d go back to the store and purchase the other one.
You finished drawing whiskers onto your face, assessing yourself in the the mirror. You actually looked pretty good. You just hoped it would be enough. The door to the bedroom swung open and Spencer walk in, stopping dead in his tracks as you stood posed with your hand on one hip.
“Hey there, big boy,” why on earth you’d decided to lead with that you didn’t know. His eyes raked over your body, taking in the outfit and a smirk spread across his face. He strode over to you and captured your lips in a breath taking kiss before releasing you and pulling back.
“Not that I’m complaining, but to what do I owe this pleasure?” his voice was low and gravelly, the way it was when you knew he was turned on. You breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh thank God. So this will get you going then? I thought I’d have to go back to the store and get the other one.”
“Huh?” confusion crossed his features. “Why wouldn’t it get me going. Although you should realise that you don’t have to dress up to do that?”
“I don’t? Is dressing up not part of it then? Do I need to like, get on the floor and wiggle and twitch my nose or something instead? Should I fetch a carrot from the kitchen, I bought a bunch just in case.”
“Y/N, what on earth are you talking about?”
Oh God, you’d hoped he’d just accept your outfit and efforts and that you wouldn’t have to deal with his denial.
“Spencer, I know okay. You don’t have to hide it from me. I mean, sure I was a little freaked out to begin with but then I remembered how when I was a little girl I used to be weirdly attracted to the fox version of Robin Hood. I get it, it’s fine.”
“Get what exactly?”
Ugh. This was worse than you imagined.
“Spencer, I know that you get off to bunny porn okay!”
His jaw dropped.
“W-what…. W-hat… B-bunny porn? What even is t-that,” he hadn’t stuttered around you in ages. He must have been super nervous. You moved forward and took his hands.
“Last night, when I came home early. I could hear moaning through the door so I knew you were doing something. And then you tried to hide it and practically threw the laptop across the room. So after you’d gone to sleep I looked. I saw the bunny video on YouTube Spencer, I know that’s what you were watching whilst you were wanking.”
He started to speak but you interrupted him. “I was freaked out. I’m not ashamed to say it. But I love you and if bunnies are what turn you on then….”
“Jesus fucking christ Y/N,” he jumped in, cutting you off. “I wasn’t watching bunny porn, I was watching normal porn.”
“Babe, that’s not normal to most people. I know it is to you but….”
“No!!” he was starting to turn red now. “Bunnies do not get me off, no animals do. I was watching regular porn but I thought you’d be pissed at me so I quickly deleted my browser history and clicked on the first video I found.”
That actually sounded logical.
“So you weren’t getting off to rabbits?”
He shook his head, “Fuck no! Just normal standard, run of the mill porn.”
“Oh thank God.”
“You seriously thought that I…?”
You nodded furiously, “Yes.”
“So you dressed up like this for me?”
You nodded again. “I love you, I want you to be happy. And if dressing as a rabbit made that happen then I would dress as a rabbit.”
His face softened into a loving smile. “As weird as this all is, that’s really amazing that you’d do that. I love you so much.”
“Good, you’d better do. Because I’ve been in turmoil about this for the last 24 hours. ”
“I can’t believe you’d think that I’d find bunnies sexual….. I mean I know the British caramel bunny is quite provocative looking but she’s a cartoon.”
You raised your eyebrows at him. “What was I meant to think? You’d clearly been masturbating and I’d heard noises - which if I can head through the door by the way then you gotta think your neighbours could hear too, ever heard of headphones Spencer? Anyway, I knew you’d been doing something and then all I can find on your laptop is bunnies. Do you really think I’d be pissed at you for watching porn?”
“Spencer, baby. Watch all the porn you want. As long as it doesn’t affect our sex life then go for it. Hell even I’ve been known to watch the odd porno when I’ve been alone and feeling frisky.”
Now it was your turn to nod. “Yup, it’s not just for men. In fact if you do your research I bet you’ll find that the percentage of women who watch is a lot higher than you’d think. Now, now that I know you’re not into cutesy little bunnies, I’m gonna take these ridiculous ears off.”
Spencer looked you up and down and then bit his lip. You knew that look.
“You want me to leave them on don’t you?”
“You do look super sexy. It’s not the ears, it’s the outfit as a whole. And you did go through a lot of effort, would be a shame to waste it.”
“Are you gonna show me how much you appreciate the effort?”
He grinned and pulled you towards him, his hand reaching round to your ass and squeezing your fluffy tail.
You woke with a start. Hoseok’s
voice was close and your head was pounding. You opened your eyes and looked
around, trying to get your bearings. Hoseok was lying beside you. You caught
eyes and he jumped out of bed.
“Shit, why did we do that?”
he asked, panicked.
You sat up, the harsh
morning light hurting your eyes.
“Jesus, I’m hungover,” you
“We kissed!” He was pacing
around the room, pulling at his hair. You’d never seen him do that before. “You
touched my dick! I rubbed your…” He gestured towards you as though he was
disgusted. “Why did we do that?”
“We were drunk,” you said.
“Why aren’t you freaking
out? Is this what you wanted to happen? You wanted me to fuck up my
“No, fuck, I’m just so
hungover, Hobi. Let me have some water and a shower before―”
“It’s fine for you, you’re single.”
“It’s not fine for me, I
just haven’t woken up yet.” His yelling was making your headache triple, so you
grabbed the glass by your bed and went to the bathroom, locking the door behind
you. You chugged two glasses of water, stripped off and jumped in the shower.
The warm water did nothing to soothe your head, but it woke you up. The reality
of the night before started to catch up with you.
May I have a scenario with Russel cuddling with their s/o on a lazy afternoon & being all cute together?
The band had just gotten home from a particularly draining tour. As soon as they had gotten in they said their hellos, put their stuff down and went to their rooms to pass out. Even though they were all out cold it was nice to have people back in the house, it was starting to get a little lonely. Since it was still so quiet you decided to run small errands around the house. You had taken the bins out and done some tidying up here and there. Once those tasks were finished you made your way over to the sink to start washing the dishes. As you started with the mundane task of cleaning you could feel a pair of wrap around your waist. You let out a yelp and heard a low chuckle behind you. You whipped around fully prepared to sucker punch a bitch but stopped yourself when you saw it was Russel. He leaned in to give you a small kiss. As you got your breath back you smiled.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” you said playfully.
“Missed you too babe.” You pulled him in for a longer kiss this time. The two of you stayed there for a while happy to be back in each others company.
“Wanna come back to my room or do you still need to clean?”
“The dishes can wait,” you replied. He lead you up to his room and you both lay on the bed. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you pulling you closer. These were the moments you missed the most when he was away. The moments where you could just exist together.
Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? Have you finished those errands? ERRANDS? ERRANDS? ERRANDS?? -Virus 💙
Can you do a Sherlock/reader fic based on it was always you by Maroon 5? If you don’t to song fics, then a fic about Y/N baking and Sherlock wants to help, but he ruins everything and confesses his feelings for you? Thanks! Love you!-xo
Hey, guys. Pretty boring chapter but I decided to go with my original plan. I think I will end it next part!! Or two more parts!!!
As always, please leave a comment! I love hearing what you guys think about the chapter!!
Four years ago.
The state of
equilibrium is harder to achieve when the ground is moving and your head is
With a blurry vision,
you place a hand on the wall. The world is spinning and you swear this is the
last time you’re drinking this much in one night. You hear a door open and your
short moment of peace is ruin when the loud music creep through the only barrier
keeping it out.
“Let’s go.” Sunghwa says, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“No,” You retort back by
pulling your body toward the wall – trying to get away for his grasp.
For some reason, you’re
fuming with anger. You’re angry at him for making out with some random girl;
angry at him for making a scene in there just minutes ago; angry at him for
making you feel this way. Most of all, you’re angry at yourself for
unconditionally loving him.
“I don’t want to fight
about this. Let’s go.” Sunghwa says sternly, wrapping his arm around your waist
as he proceeds to pull your body toward the exit.
With no energy left to
protest, you let him do whatever he wants. You’re tired. Tired of always following
two steps behind his every heartbeats. Hoping that one day he’ll turn around to
notice you – waiting for him to love you back.
Lately, you’ve been
dropping hints that you want something more than just a friendship. You mention
more about the attractive guys that you’ve met, thinking that it might sparkle
a little bit of jealously or realization on Sunghwa’s part. Realization that
perhaps he has feelings for you – but nothing.
Sunghwa is Sunghwa.
He continues going to
the studio to write his songs - you don’t know if he’s just dense or he’s
ignoring your advances. Tonight, at least, you’re clear on that question after
seeing him flirting and getting cozy with some random girl.
You get it.
He’s not interested in
you – he will never be interested because you are just a friend to him.
Correction, a “very close” friend to him. You don’t know what would hurt more –
having him in your life as a very good friend or not having him in your life at
By the time you stop
thinking all to yourself, Sunghwa and you are in a taxi. You’re lying down with
your head resting on his lap. He mindlessly play with the strands of your hair,
twisting it behind his fingers.
You watch him through
your lashes. His gaze is fixated on the road. When he licks his lips, you
notice his bottom lip is busted – evidence of the fight earlier. You bite your
lips, feeling your eyes tearing up at the sight of Sunghwa.
Why did you have to
fall for him?
You reaches up,
extending a finger to poke at his bottom lip, “You’re bleeding.” You say.
Sunghwa looks down at
you, impatiently at first. His expression softens when he sees the tears
welling up in your eyes, “and whose fault is that?” He whispers softly.
How is this your
fault? Didn’t he started this whole thing? Wasn’t he the one to stick his
tongue down some girl’s throat? You only wanted Sunghwa to taste his own medicine
by allowing yourself to be touch by another guy – what’s the point of waiting
for him to love you back if Sunghwa never even consider you to be a love interest?
Before Sunghwa can
brush away your tears, the droplets come running down your cheeks. His gaze softens
as he reaches down to dab away the stream of fallen tears into your skin. He is
gentle – always gentle with you and that just drives you crazy.
“I hate you.” You say
through the muffles of your quiet sobs.
“Oh yeah?” Sunghwa
questions, looking down at you. “I hate me too.” He says, agreeing with you. He
has a vindicated expression on, making you think he’s being sarcastic.
“I hate you, Lee
Sunghwa. I fucking hate you.” You say, grinding your teeth together. His
teasing tone only makes you weep harder. Seeing this, Sunghwa tries to soothe
you with his touches but you brush his hand away and throw him a dirty look.
“Don’t cry –“Sunghwa
tries to touch you again, but you snap back at him before he can finish his
“Don’t cry? Why the
fuck not?” Raising your voice, you try
to control the anger and sadness building up inside of you.
You only fail when you
mentally picture that girl sitting on his lap, him kissing her neck, and his
hands disappearing inside the back of her shirt. You cry harder to the point
you start hiccupping.
“I hate yo-“You
hiccup, “I hate you!” You must sound really funny as you yell, sob, and hiccup all
at the same time.
“Why?” Sunghwa asks,
running his hand through your hair, trying to calm you down in any way he can.
At this point, you’re
done. You are far gone from your normal composed self. You just want to release
this burden that you’ve been carrying. You just want to tell him how you feel –
tell him how he makes you feel.
No more secrets.
“I hate you –“ You
hiccup, “I hate you but I love you. I hate myself for loving you.” You say,
closing your eyes and more tears start falling uncontrollably. However, a sense
of relief washes over you – you finally declare your love to him.
When you open up your
eyes again, Sunghwa is looking straight at you – waiting for you to finish what
you want to say. In your current hazy state, you feel victorious in a sense
because he’s listening to what you have to say.
“I love you. I love
you so much –“ You hiccup again, sobbing at the same time. Pausing for a
moment, you take a deep breathe to calm yourself down before continuing, “When
I saw you kissing that girl, my heart was breaking but you don’t know that.” You
whisper sadly, panting between the sobs.
You close your eyes to
get away from Sunghwa’s scrutiny. Although you couldn’t see, you feel Sunghwa’s
hand moving in slow and gentle stokes on your cheeks. Then you feel it, his soft
lips on your eyes, kissing the tears running down your face away – but he
didn’t say anything.
And you didn’t expect
outburst must have drained all the energy out of you. Before you know it, your
tears stop and your breathing evens out. In no time, you are asleep in the
comfort of Sunghwa’s lap.
What you didn’t see
the moment you close your eyes to shut Sunghwa out – him looking down at you
with all the adoration in the world.
You didn’t see him
carrying you back to the apartment, laying you down in bed, and gently stoking
and kissing your dry tears away.
You didn’t see the
sadness in his eyes as he watches you sleep – reaching out to soothe away any
distress you may have.
You didn’t see him
kissing your template before making his way back to his own room – only to come
back over and over again throughout the night to check on you.
You didn’t see it but
it’s there – his love for you.
The morning after, you confront Sunghwa.
At first, you contemplate on bringing up the subject of last
night at all. In all honestly, you don’t want to – but do you really have a
choice? The two of you were drunk, but definitely not drunk enough to forget
about what happened.
If you ignore the subject, it’ll just add strain to your
friendship. After all, the whole incident is not that big of a deal, right? Sunghwa is a guy. It’s natural – no it’s only
healthy for him to have sexual tendencies for goodness’ sake.
Waking up early, you quickly shower and prepare coffee and
breakfast. It’s Sunday – Sunghwa and you normally run errands together on
By the time Sunghwa enters the kitchen, you already finish
cooking and setting up the table. He didn’t look surprise to see you as he
mumbles the customary, “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?” You ask, reaching for the sponge to
wash the dishes.
“Yea… Kind of.” Sunghwa says, “I’ll clean those later. You
already cook breakfast.” He points at the dishes and pans in the sink.
“Wow. So generous today.” You tease him, grinning.
Your comment crack a sly smile on his face and you suddenly
feel better. Still to this day, you pay attention to his every facial
expressions. It will be a hard habit to break but you know once you move out of
this apartment, it will be easier.
Sunghwa makes his way to the dining table, sitting down in
his usual spot right across from you. He notices the leasing agreement is no
longer there. You sit down at your spot seconds later. For a while, the two of
you silently sip on your coffee.
“Look, I’m sorry about last night.” Sunghwa begins, looking up
from his coffee mug to face you.
“It’s okay.” You reply, a little too fast. Casting your eyes
down to your own cup.
“No, I’m sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable.” Sunghwa
says, giving you a pleading look.
“Sunghwa, this is why I’m moving out. You need to release
some of that sexual frustration you’re building up.” You say, looking up at
him. You try to give him a teasing grin – hoping to take away the tension of
this whole conversation.
Before you know it, you hear Sunghwa choking on his coffee,
coughing uncontrollably. “What?” He asks after his coughing fit stops.
“Really, I’m okay. Last night kind of made me happy…. I
guess. ” You say as a matter of fact, “After living with you for seven years,
you never attempt to make a move on me. I always thought that I must not be a
womanly figure in your eyes.” You crack a smile that doesn’t seem reach your
“What do you mean?” Sunghwa asks, watching you closely.
You shrug you shoulder at his question, “I don’t know. I’m
just a friend to you. I guess that’s what I meant?” You answer in an unsure
“You’re more than a friend to me.” Sunghwa says, a look of
disbelief in his eyes as he continues to look at you.
“I know, I’m your closest friend. I know.” You say, casting
your eyes down to your plate as you pick up your fork. A gesture to indicate to
Sunghwa that you really don’t want to talk about this anymore.
Sunghwa in turn also casts his eyes down to his plate. He
cut the fried egg with the side of his fork. The yellow yolk comes oozing out.
His pushes the liquid back and forth on his plate.
Before Sunghwa could say anything else, you quickly change
the topic, “So – I decided to get that studio apartment we went to see
“Yeah. I saw last night – the leasing agreement.” Sunghwa
replies, “When are you moving out?” Sunghwa asks, still not looking at you.
“Um.. I don’t know. Soon, I hope. Maybe in a week. The
latest is two?” You reply, “Don’t forget me when I move out.” You joke.
“I can never forget you.” Sunghwa reply, his tone sounds more
serious than it needs to be, “Don’t come crying to me when you miss me too
much.” Sunghwa says, looking up and smirking at you.
You laugh, “Wow, look at whose full of himself.” You shake
“Me? Never.” Sunghwa says cutely, shrugging his shoulder and
pouting. His gestures only makes you laugh harder.
This is your relationship with Sunghwa. The both of you can
never get too mad at each other. You both know when to back away and be
considerate of each other. No matter what, you can never lose this relationship
with him – even if deep down you want something more.
With that, everything is back to normal.
For the rest of the lazy Sunday, the two of you just spend
the day joking around while cleaning the apartment and doing laundry. At the
end of the day, the two of you curl up on the couch – Sunghwa finally guilt
trip you into watching the new horror film with him.
Before he pulls up the movie, you disappear into you room.
When you return, you look like a walking burrito with your blanket wrap around
you tightly. Sunghwa laughs as he takes a picture of you to send it to everyone
he know – meaning all the AOMG guys.
No shame on your part because if the ghosts come out of the
movie screen, they won’t be able to attack you because obviously your blanket
will protect you – duh. As the movie starts, you lay your head on Sunghwa’s
Your fearfulness is somewhat entertaining to Sunghwa because
he smiles whenever he feels your head shifting around on his lap. Near the end
of the movie, he takes pity on you and helps you by covering your eyes –
knowing that you’ll get scare at certain scenes in the film.
Once the movie is over, you refuse to sleep alone – blaming
him for making you watch the horror movie. Sunghwa smiles and apologies. He
teases you a little but still ends up sleeping next to you with the lights on.
Very soon, these ordinary, everyday life moments that the
two of you share will be gone.
Two weeks later.
Your life is one untidy mess.
You look around, boxes everywhere. For the past 5 hours, you’ve
been unpacking unstop but the bundle of boxes seem to just grow and grow. Giving
up, you laying down in the middle of the living room.
“Woah, what’ this?” You hear Hyo-Seob’s voice behind you.
You didn’t mind it until you hearing snickering belonging to no one other than
the youngster you met weeks ago – Dean. You just know then that the two of them
are up to no good.
Pulling your body upward, you turn to see Hyo-Seob holding
his phone to film what’s inside the open box. You catch a glimpse of the flap
reading “Hyo-Seob, do not open.”
In horror, you jump between him and the box. Hyo-Seob giggles
in delight as he stops filming and quickly send the video to whoever he is
talking to. Mistake number one, you told Hyo-Seob earlier to not open this box –
of course being the big child that he is, he is not going to listen to you.
You shake your head in disbelief – now the whole world will
see a box full with your personal delicates.
“Hyo-Seob, tell me what did you just do.” You ask, getting
ready to chase him down.
“Relax, I only send it to Ki-Seok.” He says, still giggling.
“You’re so dead!” You scream, charging at him like a wild boar.
Hyo-Seon laughs as he runs away.
By the time you catch him, you voice is full with venom, “You’re
dead meat, Hyo-Seob.” You say, pitching his ears.
“Ow, I’m sorry!!!” Hyo-Soeb yells. You hear Dean laughing in
When you release him, Hyo-Seob rubs his ears painfully. You
give him a side-eye as you continue to unpack. Dean continues to laugh at
Hyo-Seob but stop when you throw him a dirty look.
“I’m sorry!” Hyo-Seob says, dramatically falling to his
knees in front of you. You roll your eyes.
“If you’re sorry, go get us food.” You say without giving
him a second look. Hyo-Seob quickly agrees, disappearing out the door and
leaving you and Dean together to unpack.
You hear your phone ringing in the kitchen. Getting up, you
run to pick up the call – Lee Sunghwa, the caller ID identifies the person
“Hey, I thought you’re filming the CM right now?” You quickly
ask, finding it weird to receive a call from Sunghwa while he’s working.
“You didn’t tell me that Dean is helping you unpack.”
Sunghwa says, ignoring your question.
“Well, I didn’t know. Hyo-Seob just brought him to help out –
since I need all the help I can get.” You say, leaning on the kitchen counter.
“Why are they going through your undergarments?” Sunghwa
asks and you suddenly feel like you’re planning 21 questions with him.
“Hyo-Seob sent the video to you? He said he only sent it to
Ki-Seok.” You ask.
“He did. Ki-Seok just showed me. I told you to wait until
tonight to unpack. I could drive over after I’m done with the shoot to help
you.” Sunghwa says, you can tell he’s annoyed right now.
Before you can reply, you hear a staff telling Sunghwa that
they’re getting ready to shoot again, “Look, I have to go but I’ll be done
later tonight. I’ll call you, okay?” Sunghwa hurriedly say.
“Sure. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You say, hanging up. You
feel confuse. Why did Sunghwa even call?
“Couple’s sqat?” Dean comes out of nowhere from behind you,
scaring you in the process.
“We need to be a couple for that to be a couple’s spat.” You
reply, your tone sounding more bitter than what you intend it to be.
“Are you and Gray are not a couple – because you guys sure
act like one.” Dean says, playing with the piece of wrapping on the kitchen
“What are you talking about? We’re not a couple.” You reply,
making your way out of the kitchen. Dean trails right behind you. You sit down
and Dean copies your action – also sitting down, across from you.
“You love him.” Dean states, staring at you. You just look
back at him – hoping your facial expression does not betray you.
“Oh my god, you love him.” Dean repeats, his eyes widen at
“Stop jumping to conclusion – I don’t love him. We’re just
good friends.” You reply, busying yourself with unpacking the next box.
“Oh come on – you love him.” Dean says, not letting the
“I don’t.” You say, pulling out the picture frames with
Sunghwa and you – great, perfect timing.
“Okay, let’s say you don’t. When was the last time you dated
someone?” Dean asks.
“I went on a date last month!” You exclaim.
“Did you go on a second date?” Dean continue to ask.
“No but I do date.” You retort back, hoping to end this
“When was the last time you had a boyfriend?” Dean asks, his
eyes sparkling with amusement – as if he just finds an interesting toy to play
You look at Dean, “I don’t need to tell you that.” You say,
returning to your unpacking.
“Do you want to date me then?” Dean asks. You suddenly look
up to meet his gaze. He has got to be kidding.
“I’m six years your senior. Please think about what you just
asked me. Don’t be stupid.” You reply.
“But I like older woman and you’re my type.” Dean says,
leaning closer to get your attention. You continue unpacking – but you
suddenly stop when Dean grabs your hands.
“You’re not in love with anyone. Why don’t we try dating for
a week?” Dean asks, remaining persistent. For the first time, his eyes sparkle
with hope – not flirtation and mischievous.
You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep – or the fact
that you’ve officially gone crazy, but you agreed.
You agreed to go out with Dean – a guy six years your junior.
i noticed that, and went outside asking her what she needed. she gave me a couple specific tasks, I did those and ask her what she needed done next. She said there wasn’t anything, so I went home, did my own errands online and took a nap.
She woke me from my nap and gave me another chore which i paused to pee (washing something will do that to me!) then she took to do herself even though I was going to finish.
When she was done with that she was like ‘tomorrow you have to help me more, much more’ in that sad, desperate tone of voice she always uses
so i feel like i failed today, but i dont know how to succeed because i am autistic and depressed and i dont know the first thing about gardening or managing this household and what needs to be done according to her standards does not come naturally to me
she overworks herself then takes it out on me for not appearing to do enough, and if i am not careful this could make me homeless.
Ahh my very first scenario! A lazy day scenario with Wonho from Monsta X, requested by a lovely anon~ Well this was a lot of fun to write and I got a bit carried away. I hope everyone will enjoy it ♡♡♡
Pairing: Wonho X Reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 1,415
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You wake up to the repetitive alarm blaring from your phone sitting on the table beside your bed. 6am. You groan and reach for your phone to silence the alarm. You look over at Wonho who is peacefully sleeping, turned on his side with his lips slightly parted, breathing through his mouth. Now sitting up in bed, you think of everything you have to do today. Laundry, vacuuming, grocery shopping, taking a few letters to the postal office to mail out, and dusting. Not wanting to take care of any of the days duties, you sigh to yourself and begin to move out of your shared bed, when you feel Wonho’s hand lightly rest on top of your own.
“Where are you going?” he breathes, voice deep and husky from his nights rest.
“There’s a lot of stuff I have to get done today. Like laundry, grocery shopping, dust-” Wonho cuts you off,
“You can do all of that tomorrow. Come back to bed please.”
“We won’t have any food to eat for the week Wonho, I have to go…” You utter, wanting to give in and climb back in to your warm bed.
“Then we’ll order takeout tonight and go grocery shopping tomorrow, everything else can wait. Come here” He smiles at you and opens his arms wide for you.
Grinning, you crawl back into Wonho’s arms and bury yourself in his embrace and blankets. His scent floods into your nose as he hugs you tighter to his chest, and asks,
“What time is it anyways? It still feels so early, the sun is barely all the way up yet.”
“About 6am. I was gonna get a head start to my day but…I’m liking this better.” you answer as you smile up to him.
“Oh no, that’s way too early for our day off.” Wonho pouts, “We’re staying here all day. We’re gonna lay in bed and cuddle and nap for a few more hours, and we can watch some of our favorite movies, order takeout, wear comfy clothes, and just enjoy each others company.”
The way Wonho looks down at you and beams makes your heart skip a beat. How could he look so perfect even after he’s just waken up? 5 minutes into your day and he’s already making you flustered.
“Sounds perfect to me.” You whisper, resting your head on his bare chest. Wonho hums in agreement and starts stroking your back. With each light movement of Wonho’s hand, you’re already feeling sleepy again. You begin to drift asleep to the sound of Wonho’s heart beating directly under your ear, and in no time you’re fast asleep.
“y/n~” you hear Wonho whispering in your ear. Deciding to pretend you’re still asleep, you don’t reply.
“Y/N~” Wonho speaks up. Silence. Wonho chuckles and shifts around a little bit, when out of nowhere you feel fingers attacking your sides. Shrieking, you throw the cozy covers off of your body and jump out of bed, running for the living room. You hear Wonho trailing, not far behind you, laughing hysterically. You stop to look around for somewhere to hide from your boyfriend when he comes up behind you and tackles you onto the couch, pinning your hands above your head.
“I knew you were awake! You can’t fool me!” Wonho exclaims. With his free hand he goes to tickle you again when you hear the doorbell.
“You’re lucky.” Wonho winks at you and lets you go.
“Who’s here?” you ask.
“Oh! I ordered take out, I got your favorite!” Wonho goes up to the door and pays the delivery person and comes back into the living room holding two paper bags filled with your lunch. Your boyfriend sets the food down on the coffee table in front of you and smiles.
“Before we eat, we should change into even comfier clothes…like our matching onesies…?” he questions.
You get off your place on the couch and grab Wonho by the hand and lead him to your shared bedroom. As you kneel down to open your dresser, you feel Wonho crouch down beside you and open his own side of the dresser. You simultaneously pull out your matching onesies and grin at each other. You enter the bathroom to change into the adorable pajamas and then walk back out.
“Ohhh you look too cute y/n!” Wonho exclaims, practically gushing over you. You feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks and know they’re turning red.
“Lets go back to the living room quick, before the food gets too cold…” You mutter. Before you get too far away, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and a head resting on your right shoulder.
“Is someone a little shy~?” Wonho coos at you.
“Maybe a little.” You giggle. “But for real, lets go eat, I’m starving.”
You once again drag Wonho by the hand to the living room and plop down on the couch in your usual spot. Wonho grabs a blanket and sits next to you, covering you both up. You start up Netflix and pick up one of your guys’ favorite shows. Grabbing the bags of food, Wonho hands you what he ordered for you along with a plastic fork provided by the takeout company.
“Oooh you know me too well. How did you know this is exactly what I was craving?” You smile up at your boyfriend who’s mouth is already stuffed with food.
“I just had a feeling. Or maybe I’m psychic. You’ll never know.” Wonho grins at you greasily as you laugh and lightly hit him on the arm. You shake your head at him and kiss him on the cheek.
You and Wonho finish your lunch and continue watching your show. You scoot closer to your boyfriend and lean into him. He wraps an arm around you and leans down closer to you and pulls you in for a kiss.
“I’m happy you agreed to have a lazy day with me. We both deserve a day off.” He says taking your hand in his. He runs his thumb over your palm and then laces his fingers with yours and gives your hand a light squeeze.
You look up at your smiling boyfriend “Me too. I really didn’t have the motivation for any of those errands today anyways. Plus, I get to spend the whole day with my favorite person now.”
“Aww, baby.” Wonho says and blushes and kisses the top of your head. The both of you were really good at making each other flustered and it always showed in your pink cheeks and shy smiles. “Do you want to take a nap?”
You fiddle with the sleeve of Wonho’s onesie absentmindedly and look at the clicking clock on the wall. You figure you’ve been awake for around two hours now. “Wonho, we only woke up two hours ago, are you really tired already?” you question.
“Well…kinda…doing nothing just makes me sleepy and you’re so cozy and this blanket is so warm I’m getting tired again.” He says while rubbing the back of his neck and smiling shyly.
You giggle at your boyfriends cute antics. “Of course we can nap again, I’m admittedly still a little tired myself, plus we just ate so much food. I’m ready for a nap.”
“Good. Let’s do it then.” Wonho says. He leans back on the couch and pulls you on top of him. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend and cuddle as close to him as you can possibly get. You inhale his scent again and he sighs heavily, causing you to rise along with his chest. He reaches over to the coffee table to grab the remote and turn off the show you guys were watching and sets the remote back on the table with a soft thump. He snakes his arms around your waist and breathes lightly into your hair.
A few minutes pass when you hear Wonho. “y/n?” he says, barely above a whisper. You don’t reply as you’re half asleep. “Are you asleep?” he waits a moment before continuing. “I guess so. I love you. So much. I’m happy I get to spend my days off with you like this. I’m so lucky to have you and I’m thankful for every moment we spend together.” And you silently smile against his chest. “Sleep tight babe.” he breathes out one last sentence before finally drifting off to sleep.