#AND I AM READY TO PARTY just not on skype yet

[writers-worst-nightmare]

Kittens (Keith x reader)

Song you are singing

Warning(s): A TON OF CUSSING, reckless driving, got lazy at the end, Keith loosing one of his lives

THIS IS A REAL LIFE AU WHERE THERE IS NO SPACE OR ANYTHING AND THEY ARE ON EARTH

Fandom: Voltron

Word Count: 1,510

Pairing(s): Keith x reader

Genera: chaotic fluff

A/N: this is basically a Voltron version of “no braincells“ but I added a twist to make things more interesting

Request are always open!

Keith stared at the tiny kittens surrounding him, he froze in place and looked up to you as a plea of help witch was rudely declines when you started snickering before bursting out into laughter. Soon the whole crew joined in on laughing at Keith with a bunch of kittens. Pidge was snapping pictures and uploading it to their Instagram, Lance was recording a tiktok, Shiro was trying to get the cats off of Keith, Hunk was laughing, and you where adding more cats to the pile on his lap. “Y/N DON’T ENCOURAGE THEM!” Shiro scolded. You rolled your eyes before grabbing a small black and white kitten and placing it on Keith’s lap. The crew had decided to meet up after band practice and stay at your house. Little did they all know that you fostered animals, you had a couple of dogs and Birds but you mainly fostered cats cause they look so fucking cute.

“But it fuuunnnn!” You wine, only making Hunk laugh even harder until he was literally on the ground laughing so hard.

“They are kind of cute…” Keith muttered as he stared at the cats and back at you and then back at the cats.

“Why don’t Keith and I go to get some cat stuff at the mall, you three can make yourselves at home by the way!” You called as you dragged Keith into your car and hopped in the drivers side.

“Oh no…” Keith muttered as he stared wide eyed at you starting the car.

“What?”

”Please don’t tell me—“

”Oh, yeah I am driving!”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!”

You locked the car doors and started to drive on there highway. Keith relaxed a bit as he thought that you where going to be normal

Big mistake

As soon as you saw all the muscles sink into the car seat you smirked and pulled up a radio station. Since Keith hasn’t been with you in the car before (for a good reason since everyone that has let you drive a car was gotten sick) he didn’t know that you LOVES music. Probably even more then you loved anime (which was saying something).

The fuck? Hold on Bitches got beef but don't wanna fight me Quit all that barkin', ho, bite me Bitch Hold on

”What the fuck is this?” Keith asked as he started to lean forward before the song started and you higher Ed the volume all the way up

Bitch, you fat, need a tummy tuck (Yep) You dropping diss songs, man, bitch, get your money up (For sure, then)

”It is called ‘go best friend’ and it is awesome” You answered as you rolled down your window and started singing along to the beat of the song and speeding slightly.

If you 'bout it, then run it up Used to be cool with this bitch, but she mad that I'm coming up

Keith hesitated softly before pulling up the lyrics on his phone and starting to sing along slowly. Afraid of what would happen next. You turned right and got on the off-road. Keith stiffened as he has heard one to many times what happens when you go off road and onto the dirt paths that you have most likely made yourself.

You a thot, you gon' suck it up I got a white bitch in the club, wanna pump it up (Woo, woo)

You started speeding even faster the before and Keith was prepared for the worst. Looking for a pencil and a piece of paper before settling on a anime journal that you had and a pen

Fuck a speech, I'ma sum it up $hy on the track and you already know she gonna fuck it up (Ayy, yeah) Bitch need to worry 'bout a bag I'm rocking these shows, and that's why she mad (Aha)

”I am going to give Lance my fuck you energy, Shiro my Hot Topic shirts, Pidge my suicidal thought, Hunk my fuck boy energy, and y/n my outmost hatred.” Keith started to say as he wrote out his will.

“Oh come on I am not that bad of a driver!” You pouted, looking away from the road and staring at Keith. Keith widened his eyes and grabbed the steering wheel so he could drive.

After this diss, you goin' out sad Bitch, you not bougie, you don't got no class (Bitch) Turnt in the booth and I'm piped off that gas Spin on yo' block, then we hitting the dash (Shoot, shoot)

”The last time you said that Pidge ended up in a flicking tree!” Keith argued, holding back the urge to choke you out, you rolled your eyes and elbowed the emo boy out of the way to take control of driving

It's still love for you, though But, bitch, I'm 'bout to get on your ass (Haha)

You started screaming the lyrics and Keith’s heart seemed to be going backwards as he grabbed his phone and gripped it tightly in his hands before button the record button.

$hy gotta potty mouth You wanna talk shit? Bitch, let's talk 'bout your body count You stink, throw your body out Tryna hang wit' the kid, I'm the life of the party now (Yeah)

He stopped the video and sent it to the “why do we still exist?” Group chat that consist of the gang

-character development Sasuke sent a video-

Non-binary owl: WORK IT Y/N YEAAAH

Sapnap but better: oh no…

Panda dude from beastars: have you written your will yet?

-character development Sasuke sent a picture-

Character development Sasuke: already got it written out

Won’t shut up about how bisexual this man is: I GET FUCK YOU ENERGY?!

Sapnap but better: I GET FUCK BOY ENERGY

Non-binary owl: can we all collectively agree to play/sing WAP at Keith’s funeral

Your lil' sister look up to me (Yeah) Bitch, you can't rap and you really not touching me (No) Just like a virgin, lil' bitch, cannot fuck wit' me And I never been pussy, bitch, you know what's up with me (For sure, then)

Won’t shut up about how bisexual this man is: As long as I get to do the dance

Panda dude from beastars: NO ONE IS PLAYING WAP AT ANYONES FUNERAL

Panda dude from beastars: Look Keith you are going to be fine

Why this bitch wanna pop shit? We was just cool, now this bitch wanna act like a opp bitch (The fuck?)

“What happens if I go off the edge…?” You wonder out loud, Keith looks up at you with a panicked expression.

Oh, she mad she can't stop shit Said that my breath stink 'cause I'm spittin' that hot shit (Hot, hot)

“NO Y/N DON’T GO OFF THE EDGE! THIS IS NOT FUCKING MINECRAFT!!” Keith lectured as he tried to roll down the window but silently cried to himself as he realized that you had child’s lock on.

Quit all that barkin', lil' bitch, and come bite me Bitches got beef, but they don't wanna fight me (Wait, wait)

You ignored Keith and smiled up yourself as you almost ran over some ducks

Turnt to my music, but swear they don't like me You got my number, ho, FaceTime, Skype me These hoes wanna be me I'm on your radio, soon I'ma be on your TV John Cena, bitches can't see me (Nope) I'm goin' up, and it's hella fans wanna meet me (Hey, haha)

“WHY DID YOU ALMOST RUN OVER DUCKS?!” Keith screamed as he plastered himself against the window.

Bitches don't get me Bitch, why you hatin? You could've been goin up with me (For sure, then) Spear on the bitch like she Britney You could dissed any bitch, but instead, you gon' pick me (Okay, the fuck?)

You did a wide turn and Keith practically flew in the air, he got up off the floor and cursing the seatbelt for failing to protect him against your ruthless grasp.

Make a bitch wanna hit me (Ayy, ayy) Bitches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me (No, it didn't) Show these bitches no pity (Yeah) These bitches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me (Go)

Keith peered over the dashboard thanks to him now being on the floor and distantly saw the mall “YESSS WE ARE ALMOST THERE!!!!” Keith exclaimed as he got exited ready to leave this hell hole that mortals calls a car

Wrap up the beat like a doobie I don't give a fuck 'bout opinions, you know I'ma do me (Hey, hold on) Bitch, you a gnat, you a groupie Told that lil' bitch it's some snacks, and we pulled up with Scoobies

you lowered the volume to one as you pulled up in the parking lot and slowed down the car before parking somewhere close to the mall. You didn’t even look bothered to the fact of your reckless driving while Keith was looking like a whole tumbleweed fell over and hit him in the rib cage.

[adonis-koo]

to the moon and back

Summary: Sometimes the distance in relationships really does make a strain and sometimes...it can really make quite the experience, at least in your experience with your boyfriend who only lives half way across the world...

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader, theres like,,,implied Taehyung/Reader if you really squint

Genre: angst, smut,

Word Count: 6.4k

Tags: long distance relationship that I accidentally projected way too much of my own personal experience into 😃, Jungkook just really loves MC, skype sex, I am sorry, mutual masturbation, a little praise kink, Jungkook says baby in korean a lot and once again I am sorry, sex toys, a lil overstim, nothing too crazy tbh, dirty talk, dom!jungkook and sub!MC 🤑

Note: I missed ldr!Jungkook and MC which is based off this sorta imagine I did for them! So I cured it by writing a lil bit about them!! :)

“Hey Jungkook…” 

The said man in question suddenly perked up from where he had been looking down, half his hair tied up and he was rubbing his eyes, he looked tired these days and sometimes you couldn’t help but feel bad. Long distance relationships weren’t always what they were cracked up to be and it wasn’t like you were intentionally looking for a ball and chain at the time...

But well, it was a long night, you were slightly drunk and in a long dry spell so you thought, what the hell? When you signed up for a sub/dom dating website. Again, your intentions weren’t to actually date someone, you were just slightly drunk and horny, and waking up the morning after your phone had been blown up by your now boyfriend. It was innocent at first, you both had a good laugh (to somewhat of your embarrassment) about the whole drunk thing and you were just curious to get to know him. 

It was from there you had learned he lived halfway across the planet in South Korea and not only this but when you began exchanging photos he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever seen. One thing led to another and eventually you both decided to make it official. 

You were used to this of course, you had never actually met him in person and sometimes you felt a little apprehensive to do so, you knew it would hurt Jungkook severely if he ever found out but still...sometimes it felt like you just didn’t know him as much as you wanted too. 

Time zones were a literal hell, by the time you woke up he was getting ready to sleep and most the time texts weren’t sent until the next day, video calls were rare and usually had to wait until the weekend. It sucked. 

Jungkook, if anything, had been trying to convince you to at least fly out to see him, he even offered to pay for your ticket as he was- ahem- apparently in the chain of business for a really well known exports corporation and was a supervisor so he lived very well off in comparison to yourself, who was still in college and buried in debt with little to no money left outside of the expenses of living. 

But again, you were just...nervous...flying by yourself, to a country you had never been too, to meet a man you had never met...You knew realistically everything would be fine, Jungkook was exactly who he said he was, he wasn’t some criminal that was going to murder you and sell your body parts on the black market but…! You just wanted to be safe! To be careful even if that would never happen. 

“Hm?” Jungkook hummed, it was a late saturday night for him but he always stayed up just for you, just to be able to talk to you, to see your face, even if you went hours not talking to one another while he worked and you studied. He told you he just enjoyed looking over at his monitor and seeing you.

Currently you had been curled up on your pillow scrolling on your phone and occasionally admiring your boyfriend’s side profile and strands of hair long hair that fell from his face, “Why did you learn English?”

Jungkook raised his brow a little before suddenly laughing causing you to shift a little in embarrassment feeling as though you had said something dumb, “Well,” He rasped a little, he had been brushing up on his english ever since you started dating but he was also a little self conscious of his accent despite you saying several times over how much you adored it, “English is mandatory to learn in school but I learned extensively due to my family traveling a lot for business and work. I once spent a whole year in New York when my father was employed overseas, that was actually how I became so fluent, classes are fine but experience always teaches best in my opinion....” Jungkook’s lips curled into a smile as he hummed once more, “Which means your studies in Korean would be easier if you visited…” 

Flustered you rolled onto your back as you pressed your pillow against your face, “Jungkook…!” You whined wiggling in your best as you heard his laugh filter through the speaker, “I need you know I really need to stay and study for my finals, it makes up for over forty percent of my grade!” 

“Not even for winter break?” Jungkook let his lips jut into a pout as he laid his chin against his hand, “Jagi I have a bed that’s way too big to sleep in all by myself, are you gonna make me downgrade?” He sighed dramatically as he fell back in his computer chair pulling his hair tie out as his hair fell at his cheeks as he began to fix it. 

You ignored the heat immediately flushing between your legs at the deep rasp of his voice, “My mom’s expecting me to come home to visit for the holidays Koo…” You frowned as you peeped out from behind your pillow to find the massive pout on your boyfriend's face as he sunk in his seat. 

“Sometimes I think you’re just embarrassed to tell people we’re in a relationship,” Jungkook mumbled as he sat up in his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he sulked, obviously trying not to let your rejection make him upset but even through a screen you could always read his moods, sometimes too easily. 

“That is not true!” Your voice was immediately serious as you sat up, fixing your laptop as you set it in front of you, Jungkook was once more slouched in his seat, his hand resting on his cheek as he looked away from the screen, “That is not true Jungkook, I-...” You sighed, “I can’t just drop all my responsibilities here to visit you, you know this, you know hard I’ve been studying for finals and how much my family has been wanting to see me…” 

Jungkook didn’t reply for a moment but you could’ve sworn you heard something akin to a scoff escape his lips, “But you still haven’t told your family...have you?” 

“I haven’t had the chance…” You were immediately trying to defend your reasoning when deep down you felt bad that well...he was right...to a degree, but what were you supposed to tell you family? You met your boyfriend on an offshoot website based around sexual play and not only this but he lived half way around the world. 

“You talk to your mom on the phone weekly Y/n,” The longer Jungkook looked away from the screen the more upset he was getting and you could tell and yet you felt so helpless, it wasn’t like you could just reach over and grab his face, or simply hug him and apologize. Once again, you found yourself at a loss of what to do or say. 

It wasn’t that you wished you hadn’t met Jungkook, you’d never in your life change that night, but sometimes you wished things weren’t so complicated and that your fears wouldn’t get the best of you. And you did speak some truth, even if you weren’t nervous to meet Jungkook in person, it didn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t be able to go now with finals approaching and your family expecting you for the holidays.

“I’m just,” Jungkook inhaled sharply before letting out a sigh, “I just feel so frustrated sometimes, I want to be with you, not part time, half time, or only at night. I want to wake up with you in my arms every single day. And I can’t do that, hell I can’t even get a phone call during the week let alone a text at the same time of day if I’m lucky. We just had a work party where everyone brought their partners and I couldn’t bring mine because she lives in America.” 

His upset was beginning to make you upset, it felt like your gut was being grinded and it wrenched in an unpleasant feeling as you spoke, “Look I’m sorry okay? I can’t help it that this is where I live, I understand you want to be with me, you don’t think I want the same thing?” You put your hand on your chest, trying to keep your voice level as you swallowed harshly, “But right now, I can’t help it Jungkook. The holidays just aren’t a good time right now…” 

“Then what was the excuse during the end of the summer when you weren’t even in school and your parents didn’t want to see you?” Jungkook replied, his jaw clenched and hurt in his eyes as he questioned you, “Or was it still because you were sick in the middle of july?” 

“I just met you!” You cried out now beginning to feel genuinely hurt at your boyfriend questioning the sincerity of your feelings, “I wasn’t going to fly out to Korea to meet someone I had only been talking to for three weeks! Jungkook this is-” 

“I’m not embarrassed to be with you! God, that is literally the last thing on my mind right now! I’m embarrassed at the way we met, I’m embarrassed that I- I somehow have to explain to my family that my boyfriend lives in South Korea and that I’ve never met him and somehow explain to them that you aren’t some serial rapist or human trafficker out to sell my kidney! Because that’s exactly what I’m going to hear! And I’m sorry I just haven’t been ready to deal with that!” You couldn’t even stop the tears from flowing down your face as you pressed your hands to your eyes, “It’s easy for you to talk about us because you’re an adult who lives debt free by himself in his own apartment with your own secure job and you don’t have to answer or deal with anyone, even your own parents! That’s not how it is for me Jungkook.” 

Your head was lowered as you tried to muffle your sobs that was the only thing that filled the loud silence that filtered the air, running your hands through your hair as you took a breath. You could hear a sigh on the other side before Jungkook spoke, “Y/n…” 

“You know what,” You sniffled as you straightened up, “I’m not in the mood to talk anymore,” 

“Y/n! No! Jagi listen-” 

“No I’m done!” You argued back as you wiped your face with the sleeve of your hoody, “I don’t want to talk to you right now. Goodnight.” You clicked the end call button before closing down your laptop. Sitting now, staring at your distinct reflection on the black screen before bursting into a new set of tears. 

Your phone’s ringtone was immediately set off as you sobbed, picking it up as you harshly punched the decline call button before it quickly popped back up on the screen only for you to press it even more vehemently. Your phone lit up several times being flooded with messages from Jungkook trying to convince you to talk to him but you immediately turned off your phone as you collapsed back against your bed, weeping against your pillow as you tried to ignore the pure hurt that filtered your veins despite it being justified. 

God you shouldn’t have even said any of that to Jungkook! Really it was your fault you hadn’t seen him, you had made excuses all because you were just scared. He was probably going to break up with you now...Squeezing your pillow tight you closed your eyes as you muffled your sobs. 

“Girl why are you staring at your phone?” Lisa sighed in exasperation, “Don’t tell me…Oh shit…” She sighed as she watched your eyes begin to pitfully water, “What was it this time?” 

“I’m a horrible person be-because I can’t just fucking suck it up and tell my family about my boyfriend and- and I can’t just go visit him!” You were already wiping your eyes despite not even crying yet and you refused to ruin your mascara in a public store. The bookstore was quiet as ever and the barista who worked the cafe was still sorting magazines out on the rack not even paying attention to you both but still you had to keep up your ideals or else you’d be crying all the time. 

“You are not a horrible person oh my god!” Lisa raised her brows before scoffing, she pointed a long acrylic nail at you as she spoke, “That boy needs to calm his hormones, you are strapped for the rest of the holidays. Y/n! Come on, seriously you need to draw some boundaries with him! Just be honest and it’s going to save you both a lot of trouble.” 

You sunk in your seat as your lips began to tremble making Lisa sigh, “How many messages did he send this time?” 

“Twenty four.” You mumbled. 

“Jesus Christ.” Lisa groaned as she pressed her hand against her forehead, her bangs which had been melded together with hairspray not even moving an inch, “What even started this fight!?” 

Lisa was not only your closest friend but most times she was also your voice of reason which you knew was most times right but still you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you twirled your straw that poked through the lid of your iced coffee, “Well it was innocent at first, I just asked him why he learned English when he was younger and it translated into him saying experience taught him best which meant going to Korea would help me with my own language studies.” 

“Why can’t you just be honest with him!? Seriously! Y/n!” She gave you her premium disappointed look as you whined, kicking your feet as you covered your hands over your face knowing she was right, but!

“That would literally crush him!” You replied feeling defeated as you slumped in your seat once more, sighing as sadness filled you, “It feels like…” You poked your tongue into your cheek as you exhaled in frustration, “No matter how hard I try, I just always end up hurting him. Jungkook would be so hurt if he knew my main reason for not wanting to see him.” 

Lisa raised her brows as she scoffed, “No he would not! If he’s so desperate to jump on your pussy he’ll come to America and not only meet you but he’ll be meeting me as well the first time. This relationship is a two way street Y/n-” 

“He has a whole team he’s managing Lisa, he’s told me he’d visit if he could schedule the time off but-” 

“All I hear is an excuse,” Lisa clacked her tongue, “Fair is fair, you’re just being cautious as anyone should be when they’re talking to someone over the internet,” She curved a brow before snorting as she sipped her drink, “Now listen, do I think he’s a kidnapper that’s gonna kill you? No. Do I think he’s a fuckboy that just really wants to smash you? Maybe, it’s your relationship. Do what you want but regardless of whether your reasoning is legit he should respect it regardless.” 

You deflated as you sighed, scrolling through his messages where he had profusely apologized several times and went on to explain that he just really wanted to be with you and never meant to dismiss your feelings on the matter. You hadn’t replied yet which made you feel even worse but truthfully, you just really wanted to talk to see him tonight on a video call and talk things over. 

“Anyways, it’s time to boss up bitch,” Lisa pulled out the three textbooks from her bag before dropping them on the table as she offered a smile, “We got finals to prep for, we’re in the two week countdown so we need to cram as much as possible.” 

Sighing you glanced down at your phone one last time before turning it off knowing the temptation to look over Jungkook’s messages would be too tempting. Putting your phone away you pulled out your notebook along with your own textbooks as you nodded, “You’re right, it’ll at least take my mind off of it…” 

You could only hope. 

You had spent the last ten minutes trying to gas yourself up, Jungkook had stopped texting around lunch time having obviously given up and giving you space as this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and he knew if he just gave you time you’d eventually reach out to him. 

Like right now, except you felt severely embarrassed for your actions this morning and you knew you could have handled things in a better and more mature way then you had, regardless you were struggling to even send a text at the moment let alone video call him...Checking the clock on your phone you sighed, it was already 1pm in Seoul....

Jungkook if anything was probably on his computer sulking while playing video games as he usually did on his weekends off when he wasn’t talking to you. Sucking in a breath you knew you needed to talk to him now because if you didn’t you’d have to go the whole week with stale texts that never went over well and you weren’t working with much to begin with, you didn’t want to make it worse. Sighing, you sat down on your bed as you began to type.

[10:25]

‘I’m sorry I haven’t replied to any of your messages :( can you video right now?’

You chewed on your lip anxiety immediately spiking in your head as you wondered if you came across too much like a victim...Or maybe you should’ve just not mentioned the not replying to his messages and just asked if- 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the skype call sounding with Jungkook’s name under it, grabbing your chest you collapsed onto the bed as you made yourself comfortable, shying away from the camera as you grabbed your pillow in insecurity before accepting the call. 

“I really am sorry Jagi,” You couldn’t even open your mouth before Jungkook’s worried expression showed up on your laptop, the hoodie covering his head and just as you expected his puppy like eyes were glossed and filled with sadness, “I- I didn’t realize how much stress you were under and I shouldn’t have been so careless. This is the only time during the week that I get to see you and I really don’t want to argue…” 

You curled up against your pillow as you mumbled, “I should be the one apologizing, I know how much it means to you for us to be able to see each other in person and I need to make the time for us to be able to do that it’s just…” You had meant to tell him the truth but- “I just have a lot going on right now but I didn’t mean to take that out on you, I know you just want us to be together...” 

“Oh jagiya,” Jungkook sighed, longing filled his face and his fingers twitched a little as they ran through his hair as if wishing he could just hold you close to him, “It’s okay, I’m just glad you wanted to talk. I didn’t want the whole week to drag by without being able to talk to you, you know you always make my day better…” 

And just like that your chest blossomed with warmth as you curled up, hiding the smile that began to creep on your lips as you squeezed your pillow, “Not as much as you make my day. Especially when you send those tease pictures for me right before I need to go to bed.” You would never get enough of that addictive feeling of talking to Jungkook, his smile was always infectious.

And just like that you watch, just like every other time, in amazement at the way Jungkook’s personality switches like a light, the innocent sweet smile that was once on his lips is suddenly twisted into a cocky smirk and he leans back his chair, his long hair is slightly messy but just enough to make him look truly wicked, “Oh? Is that right gongjunim? I thought you’d appreciate it?” 

Said photo in question was sent thursday night when you were prepping for bed and Jungkook had very obviously just gotten out of the shower in the mirror selfie he had sent that displayed the chiseled abdomen and broad chest and not to mention the….ahem package he was sporting beneath the thin towel that he had purposely clutched with his free hand. 

Yeah...that nearly destroyed your right hand. 

“Well I did…” You immediately coiled up, no matter how many times this happens with your boyfriend- which is nearly every weekend, you always end up getting shy despite your thighs furiously pressing together and wetness building up in your panties, “Maybe a little too much…” 

Jungkook pressed his tongue into his cheek as his smirk widened, just his stare made you press your face into the pillow as you heard his chuckle, “What? What did you do?” 

The fact that he skipped to the golden question made you whine as you kicked your feet, you could hear another laugh from him as you curled up once more, “You know…” You mumbled, feeling your face burn as you pressed it against the pillow. 

“No baby I don’t.” Jungkook pouted but his voice rasped and something about saying baby in english with that accent of his had your fingers twitching as he puffed a breath of air in cockiness as he hummed, “Why don’t you tell me hm?” 

Shifting against the bed you shook your head, “You know what I’m talking about…” 

“Do I?” Jungkook challenged as he raised a brow, his beginning to clench as he slipped into his dominant headspace, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he asked, “If you can’t use your words would you rather show me? Be a good girl and show me, yeah?” 

Your words were muffled as you replied, “I had help…” Your face felt like it was practically on fire as you rubbed your legs together as you heard him laugh, “Then be a good girl and go get it jagiya, I’ll still be here.” You gave Jungkook a good laugh as you nearly scrambled out of bed to get your bullet vibrator off it’s charger before diving back on the bed making your laptop bounce as you sat up right. 

Jungkook meanwhile had pulled off his sweatshirt and repositioned his camera to expose his lower body, the familiar sight of his plump cherry lips exposed in that forever tainted smirk as he made himself comfortable in his chair, his thighs spreading apart and the indent in his sweats showing off proudly, “Good girl kitty, now I want you to take off your clothes, all of it.” 

You wiggled in your comfy sweatshirt feeling a little shy as you began to shed your clothes, “The bra too baby,” Jungkook coaxed as he licked his lips, his cock tightening and becoming harder at the sight of your flustered, shy expression as you unhooked your bra, there was nothing more this man wanted then to suckle on your nipples that immediately hardened against the chilled air of the room. 

Jungkook’s hand found its way to his bulge as he palmed himself through his grey sweats, “Panties too baby, I know you’re shy but you need to be a good girl and take them off. And remember your words.” He added with a low growl. 

“...Yes sir.” You mumbled, feeling chilly and exposed to nothing more then the camera on your laptop and Jungkook of course before you pulled off the panties you wore, arousal sticking to the fabric that stringed before you tossed them aside, your eyes unable to stay off his hand that kept stroking his bulge. 

“Good girl,” His lips twitched into a sadistic smile, “Now spread your legs jagiya and show me what you did to that photo I sent you, every little detail baby.” You whined as you looked away from the camera, “Jagiya…” Jungkook’s voice deepened a little in warning, “Are you gonna make me get out the controller?” 

Outwardly you’d completely deny that but inwardly....The idea nearly had you frothing out the mouth, but reluctantly you did as he asked, the chilled air nipping at your exposed warm wet folds had your levels of arousal that much higher and you could hear a soft verbal moan from Jungkook as he squeezed his hand over his cock, “Shibal,” He muttered a few other words in korean that you could only half make out before he spoke once more, “You’re so fucking wet baby. Play with yourself, don’t make me wait.” 

Tenderly you slipped your hand between your thighs, flinching a little at the cold that seeped from your fingers that met in opposition to the heat radiating off your cunt, arousal met your fingertips as you dragged them up you slit before rubbing slow circles around your clit, your lips parting a little at the idea of it being his fingers doing this to you.

Jungkook let out a little scoffed laugh, licking his lips as he pulled down his sweats just enough to free his throbbing cock, a sight you’d never fully get used too and had your mouth watering at just the sight. He was much thicker then he was long but he certainly wasn’t short, the vein on the underside of his cock displayed and you could even see his tip beginning to weep as it became red, “How bad do you wish those were my fingers playing with that little clit baby? Put those fingers inside your cunt baby,lay back and use your toy to make yourself feel good for me.

Situating your laptop before you laidback, opening your legs once more as you began to transition to your subspace as you closed your eyes, imagining his fingers dragging up your inner thighs. 

Letting your eyes open you whined at the sight of lube slipping from his cock as his hand slowly pumped his shaft, his lips parted at the sight of one finger slipping inside your cunt before pulling out and adding a second finger. You could just imagine those long thick fingers filling you up while fitting up against your g-spot. 

Fumbling with your vibrator you turned it on, switching the setting to a low pattern before carefully placing it on your aching bud. You had anticipated your reaction just as you did everytime and yet every time you still jolted, your walls tightly squeezing around your fingers as a whined squeak escaped your lips. 

“Fuck princess that’s it,” Jungkook edged you on, his tongue in his cheek as his hand squeezed around his cock before he used his free hand to grab his own toy, the fleshlight that nearly always turned you into a mess, “Bet that little hole can hardly fit your own fingers let alone my big fat cock, right baby? Yeah?” 

Your thighs were twitching as pleasure was rapidly buzzing against your clit and your walls kept squeezing around your fingers as you desperately tried to reach to your g-spot in need for an orgarsm to make up for all the anxiety and stress you had been under the whole day, “Yes! Yes sir! Ah- Mmph need you! Fuck, please! Sir.” You whimpered as your hips jolted to fuck back against your fingers.

 Jungkook pushes the opening of the flashlight over his tip as he let out a soft moan, his hips fluidly began thrusting to the point your walls were so tight you could hardly move your fingers just at the idea of his cock forcing its way inside you, you just knew this mans stroke game was good and proved it every fucking time he took out that toy.

Watching his cock disappear with every thrust inside his toy as his lips parted a little wider this time, “You want this baby? You wish this was your pussy I’m fucking nice and deep?”

Your body was too excited for all of his dirty talk as you squirmed shifting the buzzing vibrator to the sweet spot of your clit as you squeaked, trying to keep yourself from being too loud as your roommate was home, “Want it! Want it so fucking bad! Please sir! Sir!”

You were embarrassingly horny and this made worked you up every single time, your hips we’re stumbled and your walls were rapidly clenching in excitement as his thick cock rocking it’s way in and out of the toy that you could just imagine was your pussy he was fucking nice and slow, making you feel his nice fat cock with every killer slow thrust.

“Oh Jagiya,” Jungkook moaned out, “Don’t tell me my kitten is already close?” He chuckled as he watched the way your body withered the way it always did when you were close, his eyes feasting on the way your pussy was stretched so delicately against your small fingers and the way your thighs clenched and your feet kicked, “Do you need to cum so soon?” 

“Please! Please! Sir! I- I don’t think I can-“ Your thighs clamped together as your lips fell open, unable to even wait for his blessing as your orgasm ripped through your body, your toes curling as little whimpers escaped you, you could hear a long moan from Jungkook as you liddedly watched his hips stumble against his flesh light, hand running through his hair while he fumbled something in Korean. 

“Baby fuuck,” Jungkook’s voice lowered as he moaned, “Cum again princess, cum for me baby I wanna hear you make those noises again for me. Keep those little fingers stuffed inside yourself.” Jungkook’s hips kept stuttering against his toy, his cock throbbing desperate as his moans became breathy at the sight of you obeying him. You were always such a good girl.

Your fingers were aching but your desire to watch him come undone was even greater as you began pushing your fingers back against your g-spot once more, feathery whines escaping you at the feeling of pain beginning to mix with pleasure at the consistent thrum of the vibrator against your clit.

“Ah! S-sir…!” You whimpered quietly as your walls suddenly clamped around your fingers once more, “I- ah! I don’t think I can…!” 

“Yes you can,” Jungkook growled his hips bucking up into his toys faster his cock throbbing and squeezing in pleasure at the sight of your arousal slipping from your soaked cunt and the sight of your tits bouncing at the way your body kept squirming, he could only imagine what it would be like fucking you tied up and left to his mercy, “And you will,” He snapped with command, “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me again princess. I wasn’t fucking asking.” 

Your legs immediately twitched and your breath hitched as you cried out, your back arching at the way your body listened to him so easily on command, your walls tightening around your fingers rapidly and pleasure seered into your clit as the orgasm roughly filled your body, “Ah Jungkook! Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Fuck! Ooh!” Moans escaped you louder then you intended as your hips desperately fucked into your fingers to ride the powerful orgasm you experienced.

Jungkook moaned softly as his hips bucked one last time into his toy before cum was filling it up at the idea of milking all of himself in your little warm cunt, letting his hips swivel as he milked every last drop of cum from his cock as he moaned before relaxing back in his chair.

Chuckling a little at watching your lower body scramble at your vibrator continuing to drill against your over stimulated clit as you struggled to turn it off, “Take your fingers out baby, I wanna see them.” Jungkook licked his lips as you obeyed him, pulling your fingers from your cunt to reveal the thick layer of arousal and cum on them nearly making Jungkook’s mouth water with the desire to lick every drop off your fingers, this man couldn’t even describe what he’d do to go down on you.

“Ah fuck, jagiya,” Jungkook laughed, a little flustered at the way you sat up, looking directly into the camera before putting your fingers in your mouth, licking off the salty and somewhat musky taste of your arousal which in your opinion wasn’t that great and Jungkook would never accept your opinion on the matter, “You’re gonna make me hard all over again.” He whined as he carefully pulled the toy off his cock, feeling the white substance already rolling down his softening shaft to reveal the mess he had made.

You giggled a little, feeling shy once more as you stood up with wobbling legs, “I don’t have to help with that.” You called out, grabbing your favorite sweatshirt to pull over your body. It was your favorite because...Well because Jungkook had sent it to you and because it was big on him it was massive on you. 

You absolutely adored it, coming back in view you collapsed onto your bed as you curled up, Jungkook had just finished cleaning himself up, fixing his camera for you to see the beautiful radiant smile and eyes light up that was your boyfriend. He always had that dreamy look in his eyes while looking at you everytime you finished having Skype sex and everytime it always made you shy as you grabbed your pillow and curled up.

“You’re always so fucking good baby,” He groaned as he ran a hand through his hair, his smile permanently on his face as he stared in adoration at your curled up figure that was practically buried in his sweatshirt, “Mmm you were such a good girl too, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head when I told you to cum again.” 

He had a boyish laugh at the way you curled up, “Stoop! You know I was already overstimulated, you better hope my roommate didn’t hear anything…!” You covered your face in embarrassment at the realization you were a little loud.

Jungkook’s face stiffened a little at the mention of your roommate before he tried to play it off with a small laugh, “Yeah well, what’s he gonna do about it anyways? You were just being my good little girl jagiya.” You covered your face in semi embarrassment. You knew Jungkook was redirecting the conversation back to verbal aftercare because you knew he didn’t like the fact that your roommate was a guy who was not only your age but also very attractive. 

It wasn’t like Taehyung was ever interested in you, but you had mentioned to Jungkook when you first started talking that you used to have a crush on him. You felt as though some days that still lingered in Jungkook’s mind despite the fact that you didn’t even look at Taehyung twice anymore.

Especially since you and Jungkook became an item, however you also hadn’t told Jungkook that Taehyung had been...Well you weren’t sure what he was doing to be honest outside a few innuendos and winks. It mainly weirded you out as he had never paid any attention to you but regardless. This wasn’t about your roommate, this was about your amazing, handsome boyfriend who somehow managed to make you cum twice just by the sound of his voice, not everything could do that.

“You make it difficult to try and disobey.” You mumbled as a smile tugged in your lips, closing your eyes at the idea of his arms wrapped tight around you and his forehead pressed against your own, you could almost feel his warm breath against your face and his lips pressing against your forehead.

“Mmm id like to see you try,” Jungkook laughed as he leaned back his seat, letting out a content sigh as he spoke, “I’d make you wear those vibrating panties the whole day after making you overestimate yourself and I’d make sure to wake up every hour just to hold that button for three minutes straight.” 

“You’re so mean!” You whines as you fluttered your feet before crawling under your covers as you yawned, “You’re already planning a punishment when I haven’t even done anything wrong.” 

“I’m not!” Jungkook laughed as he objected, moving his hair from his face, “I’m just telling you what would’ve happened if you weren’t obedient. I mean, that’s not always a bad thing baby.” He sent a wink your way that immediately made your cheeks warm as you pressed your face against the blanket with a giggle.

“I can’t do that over a video call…! Maybe if you were here in my bed I’d be a little more defiant.” You always had a hard time trying to flirt confidently but Jungkook always ate it up every single time you threw him a crumb.

“Jagiya if you can’t be defiant over a call what makes you think you’d manage it when I’m between your legs sucking the soul out of your pussy?” Jungkook was immediately cackling at the way you shoved your face into your pillow with a whine, “Exactly baby, you can’t even look at me right now.” He cooed out.

“Well maybe I’m just a little more bold in person.” You challenged, peeping out from behind your pillow making Jungkook chuckle as he shook his head, his eyes filled with adoration as he leaned back in his seat.

“Well sweetheart I’ll just have to see for myself one day huh?” Jungkook’s smile was so beautiful, it was arguably one of your favorite features as he spoke, “You know I love you to the moon and back jagiya.”

“Well I love you love you to the stars and beyond,” You whispered back as you hugged your pillow close, closing your eyes sleepily as you smiled….One day...Hopefully you’d overcome your anxiety soon to make the one day become soon, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand being apart from the one person who would never stop making your day.

[berrynarrybanana]

take it out on me - honeybee extra

A/N: I don’t know if anyone has seen the video of those girls throwing water at Harry’s car but first of all fuck them and second that’s so not chill. I got a little upset but then I started thinking about going home with H and having him take it out on you. And then I started writing this piece which was supposed to be for BFHarry’s fic challenge and then it turned into husband and soon to be dad H with Beatrice and Harry! I am forewarning you that this is filthy and I hope you enjoy. 

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Evil “fans”, pregnancy sex, mild choking king, dominant aspects, and cockwarming

Sometime in the fall of 2022

Friday, 6:00 PM, London

Being home in London felt good.

As a little girl, I always dreamed of living in the land of the Queen. I perfected my English accent by the time I was ten, whipping it out at parties and sometimes school plays. When I was 15, a freshman in high school, I auditioned for our school play that would take place in Kent, England. Our sister school would accept us in their homes for six months of the year while we rehearsed and learned together. I was crushed when I didn’t get the part and I was utterly terrified that I would never get the chance to see London or Brighton. But after meeting Harry, it was one of the first serious conversations we had. The third night of our relationship, we were cuddled up in his Malibu home, talking about forever. He mentioned going home to see his Mum after his first solo world tour and though I was upset that he would be so far, I was happy for him. 

“I’m gonna tell her about you, you know?” He kissed over my wet cheeks as I sniffled. “Gonna tell my Mum about the girl I met in L.A and how she’s gonna be my wife someday.” 

Three days. 

That’s how long we had known each other when he said that. 

And he wasn’t wrong about it. 

I stepped out of my London car with my purse and to go coffee mug in hand. The car was far too expensive for my taste, but Harry insisted on having me drive the safest car on the market. Wanda, my very first Audi SUV, was big enough to fit myself, Harry, and the car seat he had installed for our future son. I dropped a free hand to my stomach, softly caressing my baby bump with a smile on my face. Ellis was kicking up a storm as he normally did around this time. I was done with work and the sun was setting which meant that a talk with Daddy would only be moments away. 

“It’s alright little love,” I winced at a particularly hard kick. “Daddy's home, just give me a moment to get inside.” 

I let out a heavy sigh, walking up the few steps to our newest home. 

It still wasn’t quite ready yet, walls unpainted and furniture askew, but it was home. 

I was still working in Milan with Vogue for at least three more weeks and Harry was on his European leg of the tour. I was in town for my doctor’s appointment scheduled for Saturday, and Harry was free of any shows or interview obligations for the weekend. In three weeks, I would officially be home in London and on maternity leave. I would be working from home, skyping with Anna and talking with the board about the new London office, but it would be nice to enjoy some time with Ellis and Harry without any work obligations getting in the way. 

“Darling,” I called out, shutting the door behind me with a smile. “Are you home?” 

“Just in the kitchen, honeybee!” Harry called out. 

I dropped my purse on the table by the front door, dropping my keys inside so they wouldn’t get lost before tomorrow. Next, I slipped off my shoes and then peeled myself out of my jacket. It was by no means freezing in London, but the fall chill was starting to set in. I made my way towards our kitchen, my hands pressed into my bump as my nose picked out the scent of oregano and tomato. Harry’s back was towards me, his hands working on something on the countertop. He looked delectable, as always, his back covered by a black t-shirt and a pair of highwaisted trousers settled on his tiny little hips. With a happy hum, I moved around the kitchen island. 

“Hiya squid.” I pressed my lips over his shoulder, pressing my hands to his hips. 

“There’s my girl.” He peered over his shoulder, dropping the knife he had been using before reaching for a tea towel. “Gimme a kiss.” 

He turned around as I puckered my lips out, kissing him a few times before his hands took over resting on my bump. For a split second, we had a moment to ourselves. But it was over the moment Ellis started kicking around again, angry that he wasn’t greeted by his Daddy before me. 

“Ellis, little man, you’ve gotta stop that.” I frowned, glancing down at my belly. “Mummy and Daddy are trying to say hello.” 

“Is someone being a little bugger today?” Harry hummed, crouching down until he was at eye level with my belly. “That’s not very nice, Ellie, is it?” 

Our son calmed down seconds after hearing Harry’s voice. 

“I think he needs you to fall asleep.” I whispered, brushing my fingers through Harry’s hair as he looked up at me. “He’s been kicking around all day so I know he’s tired.”

“S’alright little one.” Harry kissed over my belly a few times before standing up. “Why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable and then settle in on the couch. Dinner is nearly done and I’ll be right there.” 

“Alright.” I smiled, humming happily when Harry pressed his lips to mine again. “I love you.” 

“Love you too, honey.”

Saturday, 10:00 AM; London 

Harry and I’s pregnancy wasn’t news to anyone. 

Working for Vogue and being Harry Styles’ wife meant that a lot of eyes were on me constantly. Anna suggested biting the bullet and doing a spread for the magazine would be our best option. A few months ago, we agreed. There was a maternity shoot done in our L.A home with me barefoot and pregnant and Harry doting on me as he always did. We did a quick interview on paper, a quick photo shoot, and a small video tour of our home before Anna called it quits. The world went crazy when it all came out, the official announcement on my Instagram promoting the video. Since then, it had been quiet. There wasn’t a lot of fuss over me and Harry was still getting his usual amount of fans at the airport and other places when he traveled, but other than that we were fine. 

Until today. 

“Mr. Styles,” The receptionist at our OBGYN’s office in London looked nervous. “There’s quite a large crowd of people outside of our building.”

“Bloody hell.” He grumbled under his breath, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ll have it taken care of. I’m very sorry about that, love.” 

“S’alright.” She said quickly. “We’ve locked the doors so no one is permitted in and our other patience won’t be her until after lunch. It should be fine.” 

“Thank you.” She nodded before retreating from our exam room. “I need to let Jeff know. We need someone to have the car pulled around when we leave.” 

“You can go talk to them while we wait, Harry.” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Or after, even, I don’t mind.”

“M’not really in the mood today.” He mumbled, reaching for his phone. “I want you in the car, untouched and safe more than anything.” 

I didn’t argue with him, nodding along as Ellis moved around in my belly. 

Harry spent most of the wait typing on his phone, no doubt talking with Jeff. I sat there anxiously, twiddling with my fingers while I waited for our doctor to come in. Another ultrasound would be happening today and we would be going over the final steps of my pregnancy and birth plan. When Dr. Hillcrest stepped inside, my heart rate increased. Harry put his phone away, reaching for my hand as she greeted us. 

“So, how have you been feeling Mummy?” She asked, sitting down on her stool with her clipboard in hand. “Any braxton hicks?”

“Once or twice.” I nodded. “First time I thought I was in labor, scared the hell out of me.”

“It is quite scary when you’re not used to it.” She chuckled. “As we’re nearing the end of your third trimester, there are some things we need to go over. We’re doing tests for Glaucoma, Anemia, Hep B, and a few other things. We’ll be going over the final steps of your birth plan today as well. Have you toured any of the hospital’s in Milan?” 

“Yes, I did a few last week.” I nodded. “I’ve decided on Mangiagalli.”

“Perfect.” She said. “I’ll get in contact with the head of the Maternity Ward today and I’ll make sure they have all of the information.” 

“We’re really hoping he’s not born in Milan.” Harry chuckled softly. “It would be a bit odd to have him there while Beatrice is trying to close out the office.” 

“Odd is a very nice way to say it.” I laughed. “But I’m glad we’re prepared.” 

“Babies wait for no one.” Dr. Hillcrest let out a soft chuckle. “I hope you don’t deliver there either, I would love to be there with you when you deliver.” 

It took another hour or two before we were finished in the office. 

I was told that in about four weeks, I would need to stop flying. 

That gave me plenty of time to get things finished up in Milan before making it home to London. Harry had plenty of questions for Dr. Hillcrest and I was thankful that he remembered all the ones I wanted to ask as well. When we were done with the testing and the ultrasound, Harry helped me slip back into my comfortable clothes before lacing his fingers with mine. The nervous smile he gave me meant there was still a crowd outside that we had to deal with. I squeezed his finger, reassuring him that no matter what happened, we would be fine.

“The car is up front.” He said softly. “We’re getting you in first and then me. No stopping, no talking, just get in the car.” 

“Alright.” I said softly. “We’ll be fine.” 

“I know.” He kissed me quickly before leading me outside. 

The cheering increased, loud screams and Harry’s name being chanted nearly shocked me. I hadn’t seen a crowd this big outside of a building before. I glanced over at Harry, my heart rate picking up a little as he talked to a man dressed in all black. Harry glanced back at me, pulling me closer to his side before ushering me to the car. He opened the passenger side door for me, shielding my body from the crowd as my hands started to shake. He reached for my seat belt, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. 

“I’m sorry, honey.” He cooed, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “S’gonna be alright. Just give me a minute, yeah?” 

“I love you.” I said, reluctant to let his hand go.

“I know, honey.” His lips pressed into mine. “You’ve gotta let go so I can get in, okay?” 

I nodded weakly, loosening my grip up. 

Harry shut the door and I tried to avoid looking out the window, but there was a crowd of girls moving in closer and closer. I was afraid that they would get to the door before I did, but I couldn’t lock Harry out. I gasped when the drivers side door opened, snapping my head around to see Harry. He locked the doors before flipping the car in drive. Seconds after we started moving, I heard thudding against the side of the car door. My anxiety was washed away by anger, water splashing against the side of the car as they continued to throw their bottles at us. 

“Fucking hell.” I snapped, my fingers balling up into fists. “That’s just ridiculous.” 

Harry didn’t say a word, peeling out of the lot and onto the streets of London. 

He was careful not to speed the entire way home, but I could tell that he wanted to. 

At some point, his hand landed on my thigh, squeezing firmly as his jaw clenched. I watched the profile of his face, worried more about how he was taking it than myself. These were his fans that had pissed him off. They had come to close for comfort and they had crossed a line when they started throwing things at us. When we made it home, he slammed the car into the park before getting out. Gently, he helped me out of the car, his hand landing right on my bump as my feet hit the ground. The small action sparked something in me, a pool of wetness beginning to form between my thighs. When we made it in the house, Harry started to move away from me. 

“Wait,” I said, holding his hand tightly. “Where are you going?” 

“Gonna go blow off some steam.” He said. “I’m fucking livid.” 

“I know.” I nodded. “Take it out on me.” 

“What?” He said, his wild eyes growing wider as he let out a bitter laugh.  “I’m not gonna do that, Beatrice.” 

“I want you to take it out on me, Harry.” I stepped forward, reaching for his other hand. “Fuck me.” 

“Beatrice, no.” He said. “What happens if I’m too rough? What happens if I lose-” 

“As if I would let you do anything to harm me seriously, Harry.” I scoffed. “You’ll be fine and I promise to tell you if it’s too much. But please, fuck me.” 

His chest was heaving as he looked down at me, his lips shiny from licking and biting over them nervously in the car. He let out a soft curse before lunging forward, his hands grabbing my face firmly. I whimpered in relief when he pressed his lips into mine, his tongue showing no mercy as it explored my mouth. It had been weeks since we made love and months since we’d had a proper fuck. Things were more tender for us in the bedroom, Harry’s fear of harming me or Ellis ever present at the front of his mind. When my bum collided with the couch, I knew I was going to get what I wanted from him. Harry pulled his lips from mine, tugging my shirt over my head quickly. 

My leggings were next to go, my hands pressed into his shoulders as I clumsily stepped out of them. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties, knowing that our only stop would be the doctor's office today. When Harry’s head disappeared past my bump, I whined. Seconds later, I felt his teeth scraping over my thigh before lightly biting down. I welcomed the sting, a rush of warmth flooding over me as my pussy began to throb before him. Harry pulled back when I started to move my hips closer to his face, wanting to feel his tongue caressing my clit. 

“Not now.” He growled out, standing up. “Upstairs, on the bed.” 

“What?” I squeaked out, sure that I would get my proper fucking right here. “What’s wrong with the floor?” 

“Now, Beatrice.” He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, his voice stern. “On all fours.” 

When I turned around reluctantly, pouting at the missed opportunity for floor sex, I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I cried out, glancing back at Harry as I pressed my hand over my bum. Harry smirked at me, crossing his arms as I waddled away with narrowed eyes. I had asked for it and I was definitely going to get what I wanted. I climbed up the stairs slowly, waddling towards our bedroom. When I made it to our bed, I did as I was told. My hands and knees pressed into the plush mattress, our duvet soft on the skin of my knees. Maybe this was better than the floor. 

After a few moments, Harry was pushing into the room behind me. He wasted no time stripping himself down before kneeling on the bed behind me. I opened my mouth, prepared to make a smart comment about him being eager, but I was cut off before I could even speak. The head of his cock pushed into me first and then the rest followed. I gasped, dropping my head forward as his hips collided with mine. I clenched my eyes shut, welcoming the feeling of Harry’s length. 

“Always squeeze me so good.” Harry moaned out behind me and I could imagine he’d dropped his head back in bliss. “Hold tight for me, yeah? Tell me if it’s too much, Beatrice. Promise me you will.” 

“I promise,” I gasped out as he pulled away, his cock leaving my walls vacant and begging for more. It didn’t last long before was fucking into me again, harder this time as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. “Oh!” 

Harry’s soft grunts and the force of his thrusts had me sitting on cloud nine. I was enjoying the pounding I was getting, his hips slapping against mine as he gave me everything he had. I was a babbling mess below him, begging for more, harder, faster, please! Harry met my every need, angling his hips perfectly so that he was hitting every spot within me that I needed to be satisfied. It didn’t take long for me to cum around him, my walls fluttering without warning as my arms started to grow weak. Harry was quick to mold his chest to my back, pulling me up until my head was dropped back on his shoulder. He had no problem fucking me just as hard as I came around his cock. 

“V’got you honey,” He nipped at my ear. “I’ve got you. Gonna make you cum again for me, okay? Can you do one more for me?” 

I nodded, but that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” He grunted, sliding the hand that was holding my  belly up to my throat. “Use your words.” 

“Please, Harry.” I whimpered as his fingers rested over my throat. “Make me cum again.” 

“Good girl.” His teeth raked over the skin of my shoulder before he bit down on me, a loud moan tearing from my throat. “There’s my girl, so fucking good for me all the time.” 

“Yes, yes.” I cried out as he delivered a few thrusts that were harder than the others. “M’gonna cum, M’gonna-” 

“Do it.” He said. “Cum on my cock honey. Give me a good one.” 

A flash of white took over my senses as I tightened around his cock. 

I wasn’t sure if I had moaned, my mouth dropped open as I reached out for Harry’s hand on my hips. My body jerked against his as he stilled inside of me, grunting loudly in my ear as his hips flexed forward. He pushed his cum inside of me, almost as if he was trying to put another baby in me. When I finally came back to my senses, Harry was slipping out of my walls and I was crying. 

“No, no.” I sniffled, reaching back for his hips. “Stay.” 

“Honey, I’m...I can’t.” 

A soft sob ripped out of my throat and seconds later, Harry was guiding my body to the bed. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” His hands were flying all over my body, pressing into my skin to make sure I was fine. He settled his palm on my belly, his eyes wide with fear. “What hurts?” 

“I just wanted you to stay in me.” I sniffled, reaching up to wipe under my eyes. “I’m so empty now.” 

“Oh, honey.” He collapsed on the bed next to me, kissing over my face. “It’s alright, it’s gonna be alright.” 

I curled myself into his chest, digging my fingers into his sides as he covered our naked bodies with the throw at the end of our bed. He pressed gentle kisses over my forehead, brushing his hand up and down my back in soothing circles to try and calm me down. Rationally, I knew it was pregnancy hormones, but I still felt empty without his cock in me. 

“Turn around fo’ me.” He whispered, patting my thigh. I did as he said, turning on my side as another sob pulled from my throat. “It’s alright, honey. Lift your leg up and put it on the pillow.” 

He guided one under my leg, brushing his hand softly over my thigh as he moved his front closer to my back. Seconds later, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. 

“Hold on, sweet girl.” He whispered. “You ready?” 

I nodded my head, reaching back to hold onto his hip as he slipped inside of me, harder than he had been earlier when we started our little escapade. 

“So fucking tight, honey.” He whimpered into my ear. “S’that what you wanted?” 

“Yes.” I gasped out wetly, nodding my head. “S’full.” 

“Love you so much, Beatrice.” He whispered as I started to drift off. “Close your eyes for me honey, go to sleep. 

“Love you, too.”

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Dun dun dun! I started writing it like the day after I finished the last one and I’m already working on the next one. That’s how excited I am here. As always, a huge thank you to @edward-or-ford for being my beta!

Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Six: The Reveal

Can you feel it now? I’ve weighed it all out. Here and now, my world turns inside out. - Cartel, Only You

There are instances in our lives when we see or hear something so utterly shocking that our brains short-circuit and stop working entirely beyond the basic functions required to keep our bodies alive. Some things simply cause the brain to react in a 404-thought-process-not-found sort of way. That’s just how it is with some things, and it can’t really be avoided.

When confronted with something our brains cannot handle, we have a tendency to think, say, and do, unusual things. Someone might laugh at the shock of seeing a corpse, but that isn’t because they actually find the situation amusing. They are simply so horrified that their brain doesn’t know how to react, and so the person laughs as a coping mechanism.

In that strange, incredible, unimaginable moment, Mabel recalled holding her grandfather’s hand as he murmured nonsensical things on his deathbed. He kept saying that he was going on a trip, but he wasn’t packed or ready, that he couldn’t leave yet. Mabel was only eleven at the time and didn’t really grasp the significance, but she eventually came to understand that her grandfather, though not really there mentally, recognized he was dying and that his brain was trying to help him cope with the impossible.

Mabel was not dying, however, although she thought that perhaps she was already dead (she felt rather weightless, and the scenario she found herself in seemed entirely out of the question for her, so what explanation could there be other than there being an afterlife she didn’t even necessarily believe in? Did people who were in love with their siblings even get a happily ever after(life)? Mabel didn’t know, and she didn’t have the presence of mind to overthink it), so when Dipper pulled his sleeve back over his wrist and pulled it against his stomach, looking away with adorably flushed cheeks, it occurred to Mabel that he probably shouldn’t have been moving in slow motion, but he was. It was like she was falling, and she was in that split second right before you hit the ground where everything moves so slowly it almost seems like time is frozen completely.

She’d been right. He’d been planning on showing her his soulmark. And she was… no, no. That’s not possible. It had never occurred to Mabel that Dipper could be her soulmate and she had therefore never done any research, but how could it be possible that she and Dipper shared a soulmark? She’d never heard of such a thing. As far as she knew, the general consensus on incest was… unfavorable, to put it mildly. Sure, technically speaking, all soulmate couples were legal provided both parties were of age, but she’d simply never considered the possibility that incestuous soulmates would have ever even come up.

The only logical conclusion was, of course, that she had misinterpreted what she saw, and that while Dipper did have a soulmark (and the skin surrounding it wasn’t red and irritated the way it usually was with newly formed soulmarks), it most certainly was not a match with hers, although it was similar enough to be mistaken for hers upon first glance.

No. Of course it wouldn’t have matched Mabel’s soulmark. She was the freak, after all. Dipper was normal, and he had a normal soulmark just like everyone else, and he probably knew who his soulmate was, and he was gonna start dating her and move in with her in one of the government-funded Young Adult Soulmate apartments, and they’d get married right out of high school or maybe even right away, and they’d have their first kid of many right after college, and Mabel would be left trying her hardest to be kind to the soulmate-turned-wife-turned-mother-of-Dipper’s-children and the lucky bitch would get to touch Dipper in a way that Mabel never would and he’d look at her in a way he’d never look at Mabel and Mabel would babysit their children while Dipper and his wife/soulmate (who was decidedly not Mabel) went on dates and came home all lovey-dovey and they’d have sex like all the time because soulmates always had sex all the time and oh god if his soulmate was seventeen already then Dipper would’ve… he already would’ve… oh god oh god oh god no she didn’t wanna picture that, anything but that, no-

There was the sound of a quiet, gasping breath of someone who was very clearly crying, but it wasn’t until Dipper’s head whipped around to look at Mabel with wide, shocked eyes that she realized her cheeks were wet and the sound had come from her own throat.

Dipper blinked at her, surprised, and all Mabel could think of was if the makeup was waterproof or not, thanking of how furious Candy would be if she knew Mabel had ruined her friend’s Sephora eyeliner and mascara by crying, before remembering that yes, it was indeed waterproof, much her relief.

“Uh…” Dipper’s voice was awkward and squeaky and ugh stop being so fucking adorable you fucking asshole. “Why… why are you crying?”

Mabel took another watery breath. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

Dipper stared at her dubiously. “No, I don’t think you are, so please tell me why you’re upset.”

Mabel whimpered and shook her head, wisps of hair flying around her face as she did so.

He ran a hand over his face (which bore a remarkable resemblance to a tomato that had been genetically engineered to make it as red as possible) and tugged on the hair hanging over his forehead.

“Look, I know… I know that I’m not what you wanted, or what you pictured in a soulmate,” Mabel’s eyes shot up from her hands in her lap to his face. What? “But, I mean, would, y’know… would being with me really be the worst thing in the world?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but Mabel couldn’t speak at all. “I mean, I was pretty surprised, too, when I found out, but I was also really, really happy, because there’s no one I’d rather have as my soulmate than you, and I get that the whole twincest thing is pretty gross to most people so it’s fair if you feel that way, too, of course, but even so, I… I…”

He trailed off, taking a deep breath before speaking again, his voice stronger and surer. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I feel like it’s just been building up for years and after we hit seventeen I couldn’t keep holding it in, and I had to tell you. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I tried, I tried so hard, but I couldn’t and I’m sorry. Mabel, I…” he looked at her, something intense and crazed and alive swirling in his eyes, and his voice returned to a whisper again. “Fucking hell, Mabes, I burn for you so goddamn badly that sometimes I think it’s going to kill me.” There was a severity to his voice despite the whisper. “I’ll give you the fucking world, I swear, I’ll give you anything you want. So I’m gonna ask again: would being with me really be the worst thing in the world?”

The tears hadn’t stopped. They hadn’t even slowed. He opened his mouth to speak again (it seemed that once Dipper started with the whole revelations thing, he couldn’t really stop), but Mabel cut him off.

“How long?”

He blinked, surprised that she’d finally said something. “Huh?”

“How long have you known?”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off, looking away awkwardly.

“I’ve had my mark for as long as I can remember, Dipper,” she said in a low, dangerous voice. “You must’ve had yours for just as long. How long have you known?”

He buried a hand in his hair, blushing to his roots again. “Remember that time when we were Skyping and mom left you alone for a minute and you showed me your soulmark? Yeah....”

“Are you fucking kidding me? That was… that was three years ago!” Mabel’s voice was still quiet, but then she exploded. “Do you… do you have any idea, any fucking clue, the slightest goddamn inkling, how much agony I’ve been in? Do you have any idea at all?”

Astonished by his sister’s rage, Dipper shrunk back. “Uhh… no?”

Mabel was fuming. How dare he keep something so important from her? “You… you… you bastard! I have been in love with you for years! Years of guilt and pain and… and misery just because I loved somebody I felt like I shouldn’t, but whoops, guess it turns out it wasn’t even my fucking fault, was it, it’s just that my absolute dickhead of a brother or a soulmate or whatever the fuck you are now, he just decided not to tell me, or he forgot, or some other bullshit!” Her voice was shaking, and she was cursing way more than she normally did. Dipper, for his part, looked properly guilt-stricken. “Anything else, asshat? Anything else you’d like to share with the class?” She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

She was still crying, but they were angry -furious, really- tears. His face was frozen in shock, however. “You… you’re in love with me?”

Mabel blushed too, and forced herself to stay angry despite the adorably dopey, astonished, thrilled expression on his face. “So what? That’s not the point here,” she snapped.

“You’re in love with me,” he repeated, still in shock. “Really? Are you sure?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’m sure, but again: that’s not the point here!”

He didn’t even seem to hear her, he just kept staring at her, an elated expression on his face. “You’re in love with me,” he said again, his dopey smile growing.

“Yes, I’m in love with you, get over it, Dipper!” She actually raised her voice at that point. He certainly wasn’t absorbing her words any other way. Taking a deep breath, she continued. “Now then, is there anything else I need to know?”

He blinked, recognition returning to his eyes as if he’d been snapped back into reality. “Well, I guess there are some things you should probably know…”

“Well? She snapped after a few seconds.

“Well, uh… apparently, siblings being soulmates isn’t that uncommon, and usually siblings who are soulmates are actually twins, so it’s not like we’re super unusual or anything.”

“Great to know I’m not a freak of nature. Thanks so much for telling me as soon as I started feeling that way,” she said sarcastically.

“Err… sorry,” he mumbled. “There’s also, well… I mean… I’ve done a lot of research on why soulmates are who they are, so…”

“Uh huh. Go ahead, then,” she said with a wave of her hand, having done minimal research herself.

“Well, you see, it’s determined by…” he murmured the last part so quietly she couldn’t hear him.

“What’s that?”

He told a deep breath before attempting to speak again. “It’s determined by emotional compatibility as well as capability for physical attraction, and physical compatibility, which obviously means, um…” she raised her eyebrows at him. “Which obviously means… y’know. Sexual compatibility.” He coughed uncomfortably. “It’s also determined by who can help the other person have the healthiest kids possible. Even kids that are born from incestuous soulmates are usually healthier than unrelated non-soulmates.”

Sex. Sex with Dipper. Dipper on top of her, underneath her, inside her. Images from dreams and fantasies flashed in Mabel’s mind, but she pushed them away as firmly as she could. She was still pissed at the dickbag, after all.

Oh, but children with Dipper. Their children. Together. Fucking hell, she’d never truly let herself consider that long enough to want it, but once she thought about it, she wanted it so badly she thought she might start crying again.

No! Shoving those thoughts from her mind, too, Mabel scowled at him.

“Anything else?”

He sighed. “Well… our parents have known our whole lives.”

“What?”

He nodded. “Why d’you think they kept us apart, or fed us that allergy bullshit? We’re not allergic to each other, they just didn’t want us touching ‘cause we’re soulmates.”

“And I assume you’ve known that for years, too?”

He nodded again.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered, staring out the window briefly. She needed to escape. She needed to escape him or she’d throttle him. Undoing her seatbelt with shaking hands as more tears threatened to fall, Mabel unlocked the car door and threw it open.

“Uhhh, what’re you doing?” Dipper questioned as she stood up, heels digging into the cold, wet grass.

“I can’t be around you right now,” she told him flatly before shutting the door behind her and walking off.

To her horror, she heard the driver’s side door open behind her, sneakers touch the ground, and the close of the car door.

“Mabel!” He called out, and she could tell he was jogging over to her. Dammit. Just as she was about to get to the edge of the clearing and escape into the woods, too. “Mabel, wait,” he’d reached her side. Just fan-fucking-tastic.

“Leave me alone,” she snapped, refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” he told her, stepping in front of her to block her path.

“For one thing, you took off your coat earlier and you didn’t put it back on and it’s way too cold for you to be walking around in jeans and a shirt, no matter how…” he shuddered, his eyes raking over her. “No matter how incredibly attractive you may look.”

Squashing down her joy at the compliment, she kept eyes on her feet. “I don’t care. Leave me alone.” Tears caught on her eyelashes as she blinked. She felt so conflicted. She was so angry with him, but she wanted nothing more than to nestle herself into his arms. She wanted to scream at him, but she also wanted to whisper her adoration in his ear. She wanted to punch him, but she also wanted to kiss him. She was thrilled beyond all measure at the prospect of being his soulmate, but she was also terrified beyond belief. She’d never been so conflicted in her life.

“Mabel,” he said her name quietly, like a prayer. Like a curse. Like she was the answer to every question that had ever been asked in the history of the world. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I was scared of what our parents would do, but more than anything, I was so, so petrified you wouldn’t want me.”

“Idiot,” she muttered, tears still flowing freely as she kicked at the grass. “We’re soulmates. I have no choice but to want you.”

She heard the smile in his voice. “Yeah, I guess that’s true, huh? We want each other no matter what.”

“Well you don’t have to sound so happy about it,” she snapped.

“I can’t help it. I love you, and I’m just… I’m so fucking happy you love me back.”

“Idiot,” she said again.

“Yup, that’s me. I’m an idiot,” he agreed, still very clearly grinning like he’d won the goddamn lottery. Raising her gaze to his to glare viciously at him, she found herself startled by how overwhelmingly gorgeous he was, and- no, no, still mad, remember?

Noticing she’d been crying again, she supposed, he took a step towards her, hand outstretched. “Mabel, I really am sorry. I never, ever wanted to hurt you.”

She backed up faster than a Smart Car trying to get away from an eighteen wheeler. “N-no!” She stuttered out. “Don’t touch me!”

If he got any closer, she didn’t think she’d have been able to stop herself from whacking him.

He stopped, hurt clear in his eyes, and lowered his hand. “It’d make you feel better if I held you,” he told her softly.

“I don’t care,” she snapped again.

“I do, though. You’re angry and hurt and I caused it. Please let me fix it.”

“I can’t promise I won’t hit you if you come near me,” she warned.

“That’s okay. Hit me if it’ll help,” he took another step, this one slow, as if she were a wounded animal he’d found in the wild and was afraid he’d scare away.

All of a sudden, the fear that had been pushed out of her mind in place of her anger came rushing back. He’d never touched her before, and she was petrified.

He stepped closer to her, and time seemed to slow down again. When he finally reached her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, she felt as if the universe would collapse in on itself.

She couldn’t hold her sobs in, so she didn’t, and she couldn’t really seem to keep her fists from pounding against his chest, either. He was so warm, and he was being so goddamn sweet, and in that moment she hated him with every fiber of her being.

He wasn’t even fighting back. He was just letting her hit him. Not that it was particularly hard, of course; it probably didn’t hurt him in the slightest. She looked up at his stupid, idiotic face to tell off his stupid, idiotic ass again, just for good measure, and when she did, he reached up and brushed away her tears with his thumb.

It was the first time his skin had touched hers in as far back as either of them could recall.

And then, suddenly, she remembered something about soulmates who hadn’t, y’know… consummated things yet: skin-to-skin contact flipped what was essentially an aphrodisiac switch that had a tendency to make both parties lose a fair amount of self-control.

It was probably an evolutionary mechanism meant to encourage reproduction as quickly as possible. In all actuality, though, it was just a pain in the ass.

Mabel subconsciously pressed her body against Dipper’s. The arm that was still around her held her tighter, his hand traveling into her hair.

“When’d you get so tall?” She wondered as she looked up at him. Her burning anger had given way to a different kind of burning altogether.

He shrugged. “Kinda happened… gradually, I guess?”

“Hm,” she acknowledged, playing with the fabric of his coat and staring at her fingers.

“Mabel?” His voice was soft, and she looked back up at him questioningly. “Can I… can I kiss you?”

Images flashed through her mind with lightning speed again. “Yes,” she whispered.

With a slowness that was downright agonizing, Dipper placed his hand on Mabel’s cheek (to hold himself steady as much as her, but don’t tell either of them that), leaned down, and gently, ever so gently, pressed his lips to hers.

[21st-centuryliability]

What Would You Do If I Told You I Love You? (Ben Hardy x Reader) - Part Six (1/2)

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😬

Warnings: None really, a little teasing and making out but that’s all ...oh there’s a lot of needy Ben 😏

Summary: Basically Ben dating a fan :P

It didn’t take long after your trip away for you to be moved into Ben’s place. In fact Ben was eager to start moving your stuff in on the way home from the cabin but you managed to talk him down.

“That’s it!” Ben grinned “You’re officially moved in!”

“Woo!” You cheered as Ben’s arms snuck around you from behind, pulling your body in against his. 

“Now you can never leave me again” Ben chuckled as he kissed the top of your head gently swaying you in his arms. 

“I mean you did put a ring on it” You smiled as you played with the ring on your finger. 

“That’s because I liked it” Ben held you tighter as you both laughed at the poor Beyoncé joke you had both made. 

While you might have seemed happy and laughing on the outside you were almost opposite inside. Ben only thought to tell you that Joe had flown over to visit the night before you were then going out for a meal, not just Ben and Joe but Gwilym too. It’s not like they were complete strangers to you, you had often joined Ben when they had their weekly Skype catch up but actually meeting them in person seemed daunting.

“Are you sure they’re alright with me coming along?” You asked Ben for the 100th time. 

“How many more times are you gonna ask me that?” Ben smiled as he fathed around to make sure everything was tidy “They can’t wait to meet you” 

“As long as you’re sure, I don’t have to go if you don’t want me too, if you just want it to be you and the boys” You rambled earning a quiet chuckle from Ben before being enveloped in a hard to escape bear hug. 

“I want you beside me” Ben looked down at you with a sweet smile “you’re my fiancée remember” 

“Hmm still not used to hearing that” You replied with a giggle, standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss to Ben’s lips. 

“Well it won’t be long before I’ll be calling you my wife” Ben smiled as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“I suppose I better let you go pick up Joe” You looked up a Ben with a pout, not wanting to let go of him. 

“Me aaaand ......Mrs Jones!” Ben started to sing as he swayed you in his arms “We got a thing going on”

“Hey we’re not married yet!” You looked up at him “and you do know what that song is about right?”

“Ah we will be and yes I do know” Ben gave you one last kiss as he pulled away “I better go get Joe ...I won’t be long”

As Ben darted out the door you took yourself to the bedroom to get ready ...or as ready as you could be. Trying to piece together an outfit and almost wanting to give up. Just as you finally came to a decision Ben arrived home with Joe. You were hesitant to leave the bedroom, worried that you’d see Joe and freak out or that Ben would suddenly start acting differently around him. 

“We’re back my love” Ben called out as you plucked up the courage to find him. 

“Honey we’re home” You heard Joe tease. 

“Oi shut it” Ben bit back as you made yourself known “There you are!”

“I was getting ready” You spoke quietly “Hey Joe”

“Hey it’s nice to finally meet you in person” Joe stepped forward to bring you into a hug completely catching you off guard. 

“You too” You replied awkwardly as you pulled away almost itching to be beside Ben. 

“Right now you two have introduced yourselves I’m gonna quickly change before we go again” Ben smiled before darting off the bedroom. 

After a minute or two of awkward silence as both you and Joe sat on the sofa waiting you decided to check on Ben. 

“Hey I’ll be out in a minute, what’s up?” Ben smiled as he straightened out his t-shirt. 

“Nothing I’m fine” You tried to hide with a smile but at this point you couldn’t hide anything from him.

“I know you’re not, what’s going on?” Ben asked again reaching for his jacket on the bed. 

“I don’t know, I guess I’m a little nervous” You shrugged as Ben took your hands in his to pull you closer. 

“Really? You know the boys?” Ben was trying his best to soothe you and calm you down, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. 

“Meeting them in real life is a little different to talking to them over Skype Ben” You reminded.

“I get that, it’ll be alright though” Ben hands travelled to your hips, tugging at them to meet his. 

“Yeah I guess” You sighed with a smile “I just feel a little out of place that’s all”

“What do you mean?” Ben replied brushing the loose strands of hair from your eyes. 

“Well you three are well known celebrities and I’m ...well I’m just me” You looked down to avoid eye contact with Ben. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not as important ...in fact you’re more important” Ben smiled sweetly, his finger gently lifting your chin to allow your eyes to meet his “I love you no matter what alright?”

“I love you too” You replied as you leant in for one last hug “Do I look ok?”

“Babe you could be wearing a bin bag and I’d still think you’re beautiful, please stop worrying” Ben chuckled as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

After the pep talk from Ben you finally went back out to Joe who had been sat on the sofa waiting silently for the two of you to return. 

“I was starting to think you’d never come out of there” Joe teased as you walked out with Ben closely behind. 

“Shall we get going then?” Ben smiled as you all made your way out, letting Joe walk ahead so he could check in with you, holding your hand tightly in his “If you need to take a minute just let me know”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine but thank you” You smiled up at him leaning against his arm.

As you walked up to the restaurant you came face to face with the final member of the party and god he was taller than you thought. After the boys had their little reunion you were finally introduced to Gwil. 

“Y/N, Gwil ...Gwil, Y/N!” Ben quickly introduced you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you ...and know that Ben’s fiancée actually exists” Gwil wound up Ben making you laugh. 

“Oi careful!” Ben chuckled, his hand glued to the bottom of your back. 

“Surprised he got that far” You decided to join in much to Ben’s surprise.

“Hey you’re supposed to be on my side” You felt Ben’s fingertips squeeze your side. 

“Y/N is a keeper Ben!” Gwil grinned.

“Why do you think I asked her to marry me?” Ben chuckled as you smiled, maybe this won’t be as awkward as you thought after all. 

“Are we going in then or not?” Joe asked clearly more focused on the rumbling in his stomach than the conversation that was going on. 

Upon entering the restaurant the four of you were guided to a booth, slightly away from the rest of the restaurant. 

“You first my love!” Ben let you sit down first before sitting down next to you, his arm resting gently at the bottom of your back like before as he glanced over the menu. 

After ordering more drinks, starters were finished and main courses were arriving the boys jumped straight into asking questions. 

“So how did you two meet? If you don’t mind me asking?” Gwil asked curiously as he cut up the food on his plate.

“Well we...” You started explaining as Ben cut in. 

“She saw me naked!” Ben smirked as your hands instantly came up to cover your face.

“Ben!” You nudged him.

“Erm...” Joe replied with a mouthful of food.

“I’m sorry what?” Gwil smiled as Ben chuckled. 

“We met at a coffee shop” You tried to hide your embarrassment but Ben was making it difficult “but the naked thing is true”

“We’re gonna need a little more than that” Gwil laughed.

“Seen as Ben brought it up I think Ben should explain” You turned to look at Ben  trying to eat his food and starting to regret his decision to bring up the incident.

“Ah fine, she saw me in The Judas Kiss ...where I was naked” Ben refused to make eye contact with the boys.

“See that makes more sense” Gwil chuckled.

“Yeah for a second I thought you were gonna tell us you were naked in the coffee shop” Joe replied almost making you choke on your drink with his response. 

“Trust you to come up with something like that Joe” Ben shook his head as you tried to clear your throat “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, Joe caught me off guard that’s all” You replied with one last cough. 

“Well I’m glad you wasn’t” Joe laughed as you finished up the last of your food.

“So when’s the wedding?” Gwil teased earning a grumble from Ben. 

“We’ve only just got engaged” You smiled, your hand on Ben’s thigh under the table, drawing patterns with your fingertips. 

“Yeah give them time” Joe gave Ben a smirk “I’m gonna be your best man though right?” 

“Jesus Christ” Ben chuckled his arm behind you on the back of the seat  “Can we talk about something else?”

“Yeah we haven’t really started thinking about that yet” You smiled at Ben as you spoke “We just want to enjoy being engaged for a little while first”

“Sure do my love” Ben smiled sweetly, his arm dropping down from the back of the seat to your waist, his fingertips moving softly. 

“We have decided one thing actually” 

“Really? What is it?” Gwil asked curiously finishing up the last mouthful of his meal. 

“Am I best man?” Joe grinned. 

“Joe!” Ben laughed 

“I’m going to take Ben’s real name rather than his stage name” You looked up at Ben who was looking over you with nothing but adoration. 

“Awh that’s really sweet” Gwil smiled “You two are so precious”

“Thanks mate” Ben’s voice was low and husky as he pulled you into his side. In that moment Ben was completely and utterly distracted and absorbed by you, wanting nothing more than to hold you against him and smother you with kisses but he knew he’d have to wait.

Before long you had all finished your main courses and it was safe to say you were all stuffed ...although that didn’t stop the waitress asking if you wanted dessert. 

“Would you like to the see the dessert menu?” The waitress asked as you all let out a small grumble.

“I don’t know about you guys but I think I’ll pass on dessert” Ben leant back in his seat.

“Me too” You replied leaning back and into Ben’s side.

“Yeah I think we’ll just have the bill if that’s alright?” Gwil smiled at the waitress before she darted off to the till. 

After figuring out how much everyone owed on the bill with Ben refusing to let you pay for your food it was time to say goodbye. 

“Are you ok getting back Gwil?” Ben asked.

“Yeah the hotel Im staying at isn’t far from here” Gwil replied “What about you Joe?”

“You’re welcome to crash at ours and Ben can take you back to your hotel in the morning?” You offered, Ben showing signs he wasn’t too pleased by the idea. 

“If that’s alright? It would be easier” Joe smiled “Thank you”

“It’s not a problem” It felt weird inviting someone to stay at yours AND Ben’s flat although it had always felt more like home than your old place. 

After saying goodbye to Gwil and making the journey back home, Ben was eager to spend time alone with you. 

“We can set up the spare room for you if you like?” You offered as Joe threw himself on the sofa. 

“Ah the couch is fine” Joe smiled as Ben darted off.

“Heres a pillow and blanket” Ben smiled as he came back, pretty much throwing the bedding at Joe. 

“Thanks” Joe chuckled as you rolled your eyes at Ben. 

“You know where the kitchen is if you need anything and the bathroom is just down there” You smiled as Ben’s hands found your hips.

“See you guys in the morning, sleep well” Joe replied as he made up his bed on the sofa. 

“Goodnight Joe” You smiled as Ben slowly started to walk you towards your bedroom. 

“Night mate” Ben called out as you reached the bedroom door, opening it with one hand as he held you with other gently pushing you into the room. 

“What’s going on with you tonight?” You laughed quietly as Ben kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket to the side. 

“I just want some alone time with you” Ben tugged at your hips, bringing your body flush against his peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. 

“Don’t you think we should get ready for bed first?” You spoke softly as Ben looked up at you before stepping back and stripping down to his underwear making you laugh a little “Give me five minutes”

“Don’t keep me waiting” Ben’s voice was low and husky as he walked round to his side of the bed to sit down, pulling the duvet back as he leant back against the headboard watching you as you undressed from your clothes from the evening and into one of Ben’s old tshirts that you had adopted as your own. Just as you finished removing your make up and tying your hair you turned to face Ben. 

“You were watching me the entire time weren’t you?” You raised your eyebrow at your fiancé smiling sweetly and giving you the lethal puppy eyes.

“Baby please come to bed now” Ben didn’t deny that he had been watching you. 

“Are you ok?” You looked at him a little concerned as you laid down next to him. 

“I’m fine” Ben smiled as he laid to face you, propped up on his elbow with his head resting in his hand as he looked over you. 

“Someone’s a little needy tonight huh?” You reached up to cup his face in your hand.

“A little” Ben mumbled as he leant over you, your lips meeting in the middle as his hand trailed up and down your side, lowering his body on top of yours under the duvet, as you became engulfed in his warmth. 

“What are you thinking about?” You spoke quietly as you brushed Ben’s hair from his face before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Almost everything” Ben smiled as he caressed your cheek, tucking your hair behind you ear. 

“Uh oh?” You looked at Ben a little concerned.

“All good things” He chuckled.

“Please tell me?” You asked although Ben not being one to talk about feelings tried to distract you, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck placing kisses as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear “Ben?”

“It’s nothing” He mumbled as he continued his attack, the kisses on your neck growing more passionate and more forceful. 

“May I remind you that Joe is asleep on the sofa just down the hall?” You giggled a little as Ben just shrugged it off.

“That makes it more fun” Ben chuckled in your ear, his kisses were bound to leave a mark and you knew it “Trying to keep quiet will make it more of a challenge” 

“We’re not doing anything while Joe is here” You smiled at your fiancé who clearly had the devil in his eyes “Anyway I want to hear about these good things you were thinking about?”

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BTS Reaction || You’re Asexual [Request]

A/N: Asexual - Without sexual felings or asscociations. A person who has no sexual feelings or desires. I really hope I did this justice and that it’s okay for you! :)

Also please never be scared to come to me for a request or think it will make me uncomfortable, I’m comfortable with writing a lot of different things I promise. Love you all! Stay healthy

Seokjin:

You were a popular-ish Youtuber and you were getting ready to post one of the scariest videos, for you, that you would have to post. You were coming out to everyone, your family already knew but your fans and your boyfriend of three months didn't. You'd kept it hidden because you didn't know if you were ready for the world to know about it but as more time passed you realised that you were going to have to tell people soon. Jin was away on tour so you could tell him when he got back, you didn't think he would see the video so you posted it. Biting down on your lip as the views climbed and positive comments came back. That's when you skype started ringing, you answered and smiled at your boyfriend,

"Hi, hows England?" You asked remembering where he was that day when you saw him holding up his phone, it was your video.

"You saw it already?" He nodded and you looked at the floor, you didn't know if he was reacting badly, you didn't want to know.

"You could have told me you know, you mentioned in your video that you were scared to tell the one you were dating...I hope that's me, but you don't have to be scared to tell me anything." He assured you making you look up at the screen again, he had a smile on his face while he watched you start to talk about openly with him.

Yoongi:

You were laying in the bed next to your boyfriend of two months, holding hands while you talked about deep things together. You did this a lot, he would come over and you would just cuddle in bed, and you knew there was going to come a time when he was going to start asking questions about why you and he hadn't been together intimately yet, you sat up in the bed at the thought of that conversation. You were ready to tell him now, it was now or never after all. He stayed laying down, looking up at you from the pillows.

"I need to tell you something very important and I don't want you to respond." He nodded at you and you took in a deep breath before spilling out what you'd been wanting to tell him for a while.

"I'm asexual and I know I should have told you before now but I could never find the right moment." You told him as you stared down at him, he stared up at you and made no movement. He blinked and nodded at you once he realised you were done.

"Okay...So what shall we order to eat cause I'm starving." He said sitting up in the bed and looking around for his phone, you stared at him.

"You're not bothered?" He shook his head, turning to look at you and kissing you on the lips.

"I had a sneaking suspicion on it but I waited for you to tell me in your own time." You nodded and he smiled, kissing you again and looking for a menu online for you both to order from while you stared at him. Wondering how on earth you'd managed to find someone so sweet and understanding like him.

(sorry it’s just my fav gif of lil meow meow right now)

Hoseok:

Hoseok was sitting next to you on the floor, arm wrapped around you as you all crowded around a bottle on the floor, who would have thought a group of grown-ass adults would be playing truth or dare in the middle of a party...Come to think about it was the same group of adults that would regularly play Uno together.

"Y/n! Truth or dare?" Jimin called, slurring a little from the alcohol that was in his system and you giggled at him,

"Truth." You said taking a drink from you beer bottle and looking Jimin who looked like he was thinking so hard it was going to hurt him,

"When did you and Hoseok first have sex?" You stared at the floor in front of you, not knowing how to respond to the question. You and Hoseok had been together for a year now and you came out to him as asexual when you first started dating, he understood completely and you never spoke about it again.

"Jimin She's-"

"I'm asexual." You said to them all, all of them turning to look at you with red faces, Jimin suddenly feeling awkward for asking you something like that so outright and you smiled.

"It's fine, you don't have to make a huge deal about it." You laughed looking at Hoseok who was glaring at them for being so crude with you but you didn't care, you'd known them long enough to expect those sort of questions and comments, especially from Jimin.

Namjoon:

Here you were making out with your boyfriend Namjoon as he ran his hands through your hair, putting you on his a lap as he continued to kiss you. His hands resting on the back of your neck as he pulled you closer to him. You'd been dating for a month now and you still hadn't found a way to tell him about the fact that you were asexual, you knew you had to but you never knew how to bring it up with him. You were worried about him losing interest in you once he found out.

"Namjoon." You whispered putting your hands on his chest and pulling away from his lips, he smiled up at you and you could feel the pit in your stomach deepen.

"I have to tell you something." You whispered, he nodded and urged you to continue, you bit down on your lip and he frowned. He could tell something was wrong because he felt your body tense up when you tried to start talking.

"You can tell me anything, you know that." You nodded at him, you knew that of course, but this was something you'd not told anyone before. Anyone except for your close friends and family.

"I'm asexual." You said quickly, he nodded along with you his hands resting on your hips as you told him and you stared at him, waiting for him to say something about it but he just nodded.

"Alright." You blinked at him,

"You're not mad?" He frowned at you,

"Why would I be mad?" You shrugged your shoulders playing with your fingers and avoiding his gaze.

"I didn't tell you until now..." He shrugged his shoulders at you and cupped your face in his hands to make you look at him.

"It doesn't change anything, I still like you for you." You smiled shyly at him and he smiled back at you, leaning up and kissing you on the lips.

(okay but any need Mr Kim Namjoon?)

Jimin:

It was another late night with Jimin, both of you laying on his bed staring up at his ceiling, talking about anything that came to mind. You did this a lot whenever neither of you could sleep, today it was you that couldn't sleep so at 3 am you climbed into his bedroom window and started talking with him about everything, thinking it would help but it wasn't. Jimin was your boyfriend and you'd been keeping something from him for a while, you knew you were going to have to tell him but you had no idea how he was going to react to it.

"Jimin?" He hummed, his hands playing with your hair as you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm asexual..." You said slowly in a whisper, he nodded his head and hummed again. You didn't know if he'd heard you because you'd whispered but then he kissed the top of your head,

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah," You stared up at him and he yawned.

"I'm tired, are you getting sleepy yet?" You nodded, yawning after he did and laid your head back down on his chest.

"Did you think I would be mad or something?" He questioned rolling over so he was spooning you in the bed, pulling the covers over you both and snuggling against you.

"No...I don't know, I just thought-"

"You could tell me you didn't like my music, have three heads...Anything but I will still have you in my life because you're you." He whispered, kissing your cheek and turning off the lamp on the side of his bed, both of you finally feeling tired enough to actually sleep.

Taehyung:

You were so scared to tell Taehyung about it, you had no idea why it was worrying you so much you knew how chill he was with almost everything but it was something you'd never had to do before. Come out to someone you'd been dating, everyone always knew from the moment you began dating but Taehyung was different. You'd met in a coffee shop and he gave you his number three months ago, the subject never came up before and here you were staring at the email in front of you. He was at the studio all day and you knew you were going to have to tell him sooner or later, you hit send and slammed the laptop shut, waiting for him to come home to talk about it,

"Lol hi I'm asexual, didn't know how to tell you have an email?" Taehyung asked with a laugh behind his voice as he walked into your apartment living room, you looked up at him and nodded shyly.

"I've never seen an email start with lol hi." He chuckled sitting down next to you and wrapping his arm over your shoulder and continuing as if it was a normal night together,

"You're not mad?" He shook his head,

"Why would I be? I still get to cuddle you and hold your hands? I still get to be with the person I like...Why would I be mad." He chuckled and you laid your head down on his shoulder, snuggling against him with a smile on your face.

Jungkook:

You should have told him when he asked you out but you didn't, you figured you could keep it a secret for a little while longer but after four dates and him always making moves on you, you knew you had to tell him. So here you were waiting for him to arrive at the small cafe, you figured if you were in public you wouldn't cry so much when he found out and left you like your other dates had.

"Jagi." He said as he entered the small cafe and sat across from you, you smiled nervously at him and frowned watching as you played with your coffee cup in front of you, biting on your lip and trying to think of how you could talk to him about it,

"You okay?" He asked, taking your hands in his and running his thumb over your knuckles, you stared at his hands with yours and you nodded swallowing the lump in your throat, you'd not had to come out to anyone except for your parents before,

"I have to tell you something," He nodded and you looked at him,

"I'm asexual Jungkook." He frowned not following along, so you explained to him what it was and what it meant and he nodded.

"Okay, that's fine." You stared at him and then he began asking you different questions about everything. Wanting to know everything he could know about it without offending you, which you adored because you liked the fact that he liked you for you.

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let me ramble about music for a minute

I went to Spotify to get my Wrapped report like all the cool kids are doing, and I’ll share that sometime today, but something more important happened than it telling me I listened to one album over and over and my top five songs are all from it. I knew that already.

ANBERLIN HAS RELEASED A NEW ALBUM.

Some of you are definitely going to be like, who? What is Elena so excited about?

But I am blessed on a cosmic level that the number one inspiration for my about-to-be-published novel gets back together and drops a new album right as I’m getting ready to release. After the shit year we’ve all had, I am choosing to take this as a good sign. My novel will be well-received. People will like it. People will tell their friends about it. I will make new fans.

See, back in the early 2010′s I was moving on from my old Pandora days, when somehow I was listening to primarily European death metal and beauty-and-the-beast style rock from all over the world, while listening almost exclusively to Canadian rock radio at my job, because we didn’t have satellite radio there yet and that was one of the only stations we could get to come in reliably. (Which was how I was constantly stumping my friends in my mostly-American World of Warcraft guild by throwing band names out there that they’d never heard of, like Thornley and Alter Bridge and Stabilo and The Tea Party. Before “The Tea Party” was a rising American political movement, anyway.)

But Pandora stinks, honestly, and I was tired of paying for it, and Spotify wasn’t a blip on my radar yet. I had another friend online who mostly interacted with me my dropping links to music in our Skype, and she and I would try to stump each other with songs a) we thought the other would like but also b) suspected they’d never heard of.

(We once both dropped Griffin House on each other on the same day, so we were at least right about each other’s tastes.)

But looking back over that time in our friendship, she wins our friendly competition, because in 2015 she threw this at me:

And I was GONE. I listened almost exclusively to Anberlin’s entire catalog for about the next three years.

Which was when I wrote the first draft of Fifty-Five Days. Yeah, that was my 2016 NaNoWriMo project, originally under the working title “This Novel Has No Title, Just Words and a Tune.” (Because I like clever plays on song lyrics, yeah, I’m cute like that.)

It’s no mistake that my fictional band’s structure mimics Anberlin, or that I sometimes refer to aspects of their musical style that are my favorites. I deliberately chose not to have the band cover any of their songs--too on the nose, there--but if there’s one existent band to listen to, to get an idea of what their sound would be like, it’s this one.

I was bitterly disappointed to realize that I had found this new favorite band of mine right after they broke up. But I consoled myself with the huge amount of music they left behind, and eventually, with their lead singer’s side project, Anchor & Braille, which (surprise surprise!) is my top artist of 2020.

I only made the new album discovery late last night, so I haven’t listened yet. It’s possible I’ve just hyped myself up for disappointment, because I don’t like their whole back catalog equally (aside from “Feel Good Drag,” New Surrender is probably my least favorite album, for example. Toss up for best is probably Lowborn and Dark is the Way, Light is a Place, depending on what mood I’m in, because they’re very different albums.) Maybe it’s brilliant, maybe it’s not, but either way, I’M SO FREAKING EXCITED. (Is this how Swifties felt earlier this year? Because I respect Taylor Swift but I’m not a diehard fan, and I actually haven’t listened to the new album yet, I keep meaning to but I’m busy and also obsessed by other artists...)

So basically, at the end of all of this, when the book comes out and you see the cover songs I included, they’re all at least somewhat important to the story or I wouldn’t have written them in, but if you want the uncredited sound of the band itself, I am begging you to give Anberlin a try. I love them. They are fantastic.

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12. U N E X P E C T E D

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter ; Up all night they spent with sex, worshipping each other’s bodies. They didn’t care if their moans or scream being heard all over the house. Their bedroom was very at the end, secluded from other rooms. Every moan Y/N let out that night made his lust getting higher and higher. And he’d always knew they could go for a few rounds later.

12. UNEXPECTED It was a little after seven in the morning when Harry had opened his eyes, the bedroom was still dimmed due to lack of the lighting. The sky was almost bright but the sun hadn't yet risen. The morning was very cold despite the heater was on. His green eyes were now staring at his lover who was still fast asleep in his arms. Her eyes closed with those tapering eyelashes resting softly on her cheeks, and hair was dishevelled from the sexual activity they had been doing all night. The roar of her soft and steady breath like music in his ears. Sound of crickets from outside made the atmosphere calming.

He chuckled in silence remembering they had sex like rabbits last night, felt a little more special since it was his birthday sex and not to forget they both could last for a few rounds and stopped at dawn. It wasn't a lie if he only slept for some hours before woke up. He gulped when Y/N stirred a little in his embrace, she just snuggled deeper on him and still snoring softly. He let his hand slowly rubbed her bare shoulder while humming faintly to keep her asleep since he knew that Y/N was exhausted.

Harry leaned a bit to land a kiss on top of her head before his thumb caressing her face. His girlfriend was cute with mouth slightly open, yet his index finger touched her lips only to made them closed. The longer he stared at her, the more grateful he was to have this girl on his arms. It had been five or six months into the relationship and he had never felt happy before. So far, this was the longest relationship he had ever have – even he and Victoria used to last only less than five months, and Harry was quite surprised by that. He used to be a person who got bored easily in a relationship but somehow when Y/N came into his life, everything seemed to change. To a better one.

The twenty-six-year-old man remembered the first time he met his assistant. He underestimated her back then because she was very young for the position. Over time, Y/N made his judgement change. The woman managed to amaze him despite her relatively young age. She only three years younger than Harry but she was very mature for her age and succeeded to make him see her as a smart young woman. And the admiration gradually made something else grew on him.

The way he asked her to go on date that time was a bold move of him. Very bold. When the words left his mouth, Harry didn't think of that before, slide just like that when he saw her smile and happiness. His feelings were all over the place when Y/N agreed to go on date with him – not expecting his employee to also secretly seem to like him.

Harry shushed her when her eyes squinted in discomfort. Her body shivered with cold since he saw the goosebumps on her skin. Y/N sighed comfortably as Harry pulled the comforter up to cover her neck, her arms wrapped around her boyfriend’s naked torso twitched before sunk into another dream. He kissed her forehead before tightened their cuddles, didn't want to let Y/N felt cold and woke her up from whatever dreams she had.

Their dates had been great. They got to know each other more so they would comfortable to be touchier. Both Harry and Y/N let each other knew they were didn't have anyone at that moment so it was okay to have each other around. Although both of them hadn't put a label on it, they were used to give affections and knew when and where they could do that. They understood very well when agreeing to start this prohibited relationship, the office was the main issue, and they were required to be professional. Of course, Y/N had asked once or twice about a romantic relationship in work, but Harry always convinced her. A bit risky yet it was their challenge.

But, during that time, there was one fear that Harry had kept and it exploded at the worst time ever. He was ready to take the risk of letting her go but no. The woman stayed beside him, and that was made Harry's feeling skyrocketed like crazy. He couldn't define it but clearly, every day she managed to plant the seeds of feelings that were far deeper and more intimate in him. She was the first woman to succeed in making him better, making him feel more worthy and valued, who put her trust in him and would accept him after his dark secret was revealed.

Time rolled by, there was a feeling of fear within him. Afraid of losing. Afraid of feeling bored. Afraid of where the time comes, they would be separated. It all grew with a strange feeling that ran through his body. Dancing, popping in his heart and veins every time he saw or even heard her name, his heart screamed that Y/N was his or wanted to jump out and beat in tune with her heart – shouted to the world that only this woman who made him crazy. Every time they went outside together, his pride ego encouraged him to show her off. He was happy and proud of her.

Harry just spent minutes for only watching Y/N slept and adore her. One thing he knew now, the lady in his arms now made him successfully fall in love and made him feel loved. Yes, he was so in love with her. And those feelings were getting stronger in him.

He smiled while stroking her flush cheek with his knuckles before his closed eyes dragged him into the darkness. . . . .

“Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Harry!”

Everyone cheered at the same time as Harry blew his birthday candle. The families gathered together at the backyard, sitting around a long table – feeling the joy upon Harry's special day. Harry didn't know why Anne invite almost the entire family of Styles. He just thought he would celebrate with the family that was staying over, didn't expect the whole of Styles.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Anne mumbled, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”

Harry, being the birthday star, sat on the end of the table while his mother sat on his right. Y/N sat on the left, next to Lucas. At first, Anne didn't want to use chairs and table but considering there were elderly, she finally decided to arrange a long table and chairs. Good thing, the weather was very nice to have party outdoor so the celebration would run smoothly – hopefully.

“Thank you.” He smiled, giving his mother a quick peck on her forehead. “I love you more.”

“Buon compleanno, Harry! Ti amo tanto! Non vedo l'ora di tornare a casa.” Clementia shouted from the screen. Her lips smiled widely as she waved at him. Since Clementia couldn't make it home, Anne decided to 'presenting' her via Skype. That girl was seen sitting on her bed and still wearing her pyjama even though it was two o'clock in the afternoon in Milan.

“Ti amo anche io tesoro. Vieni a casa presto.” Harry cackled, lowered his face so his sister could see his face closer.

While the families wished him happy birthday from their seats, Y/N didn't want to interrupt his time with them. Plus, what she heard from Anne, Harry rarely came home unless it was Christmas or other holidays. She gave up Harry for a while so he could interact with them. At the end of the day, she would have him the most.

“Why I didn't see you at breakfast?” Lucas chirped, his hand brought his cocktail to his mouth. But, his eyes didn't look at the lady next to him.

“I was feeling unwell, and it's cold.” She said shortly.

“Oh, is that why you're wearing a turtle neck at this shiny afternoon?” he shrugged, looking at her with teasing eyes.

“Shiny afternoon but it's bloody 7 degrees right now, Lucas.” She rolled her eyes. Her hand took the closest soda can, fingers pulling the pull tab effortlessly. She let the cold liquid flow into her throat.

“It's not even snowing!”

“But, still..”

“Are you sure? Not to cover the hickeys on your neck?”

His statement made her choke on her soda, her palm abruptly covered her mouth – preventing her from throwing up. Lucas laughed hysterically whilst Y/N wiped her mouth. Actually, she lied to him. She didn't feel unwell. This morning she woke up late at around nine. Last night, Harry wore her out until dawn. She only slept for a few hours before awakened because Harry was kissing her neck, and they had sex again until she fell asleep. It wasn't surprising she woke up just one hour before the party began. Well actually before she exited their bedroom, she was relaxing since her entire body was sore. She even whined on blaming Harry for that. Even now she had to pretend to be okay even though only her legs still felt weak.

Then, thinking about the love bites Harry left all over her neck and shoulders made her shudder at his stamina last night and this morning. She blinked her eyes when Lucas flicked his fingers in front of her eyes.

“Is that.. that great? You're spacing out.” He nudged her shoulder, “If you're wondering. Yes, your voice was heard clearly up to my room.”

“No wonder why Harry looks so happy. He has those sex glow radiates from him, you know?” he added.

“I promise we won't be that loud any more. So, can you shut up already?”

“Okay, everyone. Since Harry doesn't want to say anything.” Anne exclaimed suddenly, her occupied hand with a glass of wine was raised high above her head. “I'll make a toast for the birthday star.”

Everyone smiled while lifting their drink high while Harry could only shake his head. His smile was big with those dimples were on display. His ringed fingers wrapped around his glass, ready to toast for himself.

“This is for Harry who was getting older and mature today. And I am thankful for my son finally came home to celebrate his big day with us.” Anne made a speech, her eyes scanned every single face in there. This was a moment that she would remember forever since they barely would gather together like this.

“Thank you, mum.” Harry mumbled sweetly, “And thank you everyone for being here. And I can't thank you enough for all the love you guys pour for me, for us.”

“Love you, Hawwy!”

All of the Styles family laughed when Lucy yelled out of nowhere, the little girl was sitting on her father's lap. Her chubby hand waved at him from her seat. Harry cackled before returned the favour.

“And on this special occasion, Harry also brought someone special too who never mind being asked for checking on him.” Now, Anne looked at Y/N right in her eyes. The older woman nodded slightly before the warm smile drew on her face, “Thank you for keeping an eye on Harry for me. And thank you for coming home with him. Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

Neither Anne nor Harry knew how delighted she was. It was a big confession to her. This was only the second time Y/N met Anne but the woman had opened the door for her. Just thinking about it almost made her shed a tear.

“Thank you.” Y/N nodded from across the table. There was a feeling that was fell out of her, a weird feeling that often made her insecure.

“Okay. This is for my mum for making this happen. For all of you guys who came here. For me who is gaining another year old.” Harry began, “And for the lovely Y/N who became my mother's spy.”

“For all the love that has been spread.”

Everyone sighed happily to dig into the food in front of them after the toast was finished. The table was filled with lots of food. Believe it or not, Anne was the one who cooked it with some help from Matilda, her maid. Y/N helped her here and there with Mandy, but not too much since when she came down the food was almost ready and Matilda helped her from the beginning. No doubt Anne's cooking was very delicious. When the food was almost gone, Y/N who was talking with Lucas was suddenly taken aback with a plate of sliced cake being offered to her.

“Ahh, I see you enjoy her company, Lucas.” Harry joined the conversation while getting clean cutlery for her. Y/N didn't even know that Harry had cut his cake. It seemed she was too serious talking with his cousin.

“This is for you–”

“I'm touched. Thank you for the cake.” Lucas winked, take the plate that supposed for Y/N. Harry looked so done with him, the way he stared at Lucas told her so.

“It was for my girlfriend.” He scowled, “But, whatever.”

“I didn't know you cut the cake already.” Y/N declared before let Harry fed her with a spoonful of the cake from his plate. He said nothing but ready to give her another spoonful.

While her mouth chewed on her cake, Y/N's eyes scanned every single person around, trying to remember their faces and names. Harry had introduced her to all of his family members before they gather together. Today's weather was quite cold, but the sun was shining strong enough. Quite pretty good for them to gather around. Good thing Anne had a big house and could accommodate all of them.

After Y/N acquainted with his family, she just found out that Harry has a lot of elderly families and niece or nephew. She also noticed that he was close to them. The kids were very fond of him as well as the elders. But Harry seemed to have more attention to pregnant women. He was very careful with Lisa, quite often asking her permission to touch her baby bump. His eyes lighted up when his palm felt his unborn nephew movement. No, she wasn't jealous. Absolutely not. She was glad to see that Harry really cared. It surprised her to see her boyfriend was so amazed by a pregnant lady or baby bump in particular.

Her favourite moment was when they sat together in the family room, with some of them were on the floor since the couch wouldn't fit them all. Harry's families weren't as much as her family, yet they were friendlier and warmer to her. The feeling made Y/N feel she was part of the family. The funny thing was the kids were all over her after the party so Harry only spent some minutes before she had been bouncing playing with his nieces and nephews. He just watched his girlfriend afar absolutely smitten, even the kids' parents teased him about it.

“Little Harry is such a sweetheart! But, of course the boy had his own misbehaviour. I remember when Anne scolded him for getting into a fight but Igor defended him.” Marie, Igor's mother or Harry's grandmother gave Y/N a wry smile when she finally had time to get to know her grandson’s girlfriend better. The kids no longer surrounded; a good sign for Harry since finally he could have her the fullest. Him, Y/N, Anne, and Marie were sitting together in the living room while other family members were busy with their business.

Anne shook her head, “Igor loves Harry so much. No wonder he always defends him no matter what.”

“Why don't you show her Harry's child book, Anne? I'm sure our darling Y/N is curious with little Harry!”

“Marie,” Harry sighed while pinching his bridge nose, “Don't give her an idea.”

“Hey, that's a good idea, Harry.” Anne looked at him, then averted her gaze to Y/N, “I'll grab it. You'll love it.”

“Mum, no, please.” He groaned in defeat when his mother ignored him. Anne just left without caring to look at her son embarrassed face.

“I believe they won't be embarrassing. I saw some of your photos on the wall and all seemed normal.” Y/N shrugged, “Besides, I'm curious about the kid version of you anyway. The most I saw were your teenage photos.”

That was true. There were some of his photos seen on the walls or the table. Most of them were his graduation, holiday or family pictures. None of them was the childhood picture. A moment after, Anne appeared with a big album in her hand. Y/N felt Harry being embarrassed when his mother put the album on her lap. He was leaning back to the couch; half-heartedly accepting his girlfriend would see some embarrassing pictures of him.

Baby Harry had brighter hair back then. His eyes wide staring at the camera with mouth covered in food. Onto the next one, the small boy wasn't afraid when someone put a huge spider in his palm – smiling confidently.

“You weren't afraid back then, were you?” Y/N murmured, eyes stared at Harry who sat next to her cosily. He straightened up a bit before shrugging, “I don't remember whether it was a real one or just a toy.”

Y/N smiled as her hand flipped every single page while Anne pointing each picture and told her about the story. A true what Marie said, little Harry was a sweetheart. He always smiled in almost all the pictures in the album.

“See? No embarrassing photo of you H. If Anne hadn't shown me this, I wouldn't have known that you were so cute when you were little.” She chuckled, her finger tapping at her favourite picture of him. It was a picture of him when he was two years old. He was standing with baggy shirt and diaper with no pant on, his little hands covered in black gloves. His little mouth was sucking a yellow dummy and head was covered with winter hats. Small bike and slides were seen behind him.

“I can't say that if you haven't finished until the last page. It–”

“Oh my God, Harry!”

Harry inhaled loudly, hands rubbed his face when he knew what happened next. His girlfriend was giggling along with his mother when the next page showing a picture that he avoided saying. He was seven or eight that time – he couldn't remember, wearing Anne's bra over his shirt and clenching his fist. His smile was cheeky to the camera.

“My favourite picture on him,” Marie laughed.

“That's embarrassing! Let's move on to the next page, please.” Harry muttered while trying to flip the page but Y/N stopped him.

“That's cute, tho!”

“Whatever. If I knew this would happen at that time, I would refuse to be photographed.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Don't be like that. This is something that you'll tell your kids someday that their father was cheeky from the start.” Marie hummed, “But, I agree with Y/N. That was cute. Maybe one day you should take another shot of you doing the same, Harry. Could be nice memories! You'll have baby Harry and mature Harry shares the same picture.”

“Marie..” . . . .

People started leaving the house when the sun's rays have begun to fade. Harry and Y/N also had to prepare to go to London tonight. Before sending Y/N and Harry to the station, Lucas drove them both around Manchester by Anne's request. Since their arrival was just yesterday, they both didn't have time to do sightseeing around the city.

“Can I get postcards before heading to the station? I want to buy my mum some of them.” Y/N asked with her body leaned a little forward.

“Sure. We can go to the one at the Royal Exchange Theatre.” Harry nodded, “Change the route, butler.” He patted Lucas' shoulder from behind since both of them sat on the back seat. Lucas just nodded, turning the wheel – took the reverse route.

“Of course, your majesty.” He mocked. He then shook his head occasionally when he didn't intend watched them from the rear-view mirror. The pair was all lovey-dovey at the back, made him feel like a third wheel. “I know you guys couldn't get enough of each other since last night but please, respect the single man who's driving right now.”

“I feel bad for your lonely heart, really.” Harry spoke, “Until then, don't be curious if you don't want to feel sad.”

“Hey, I'm always curious since your sex activities bothered my sleep last night.”

“Then find a girlfriend.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Whatever.”

Lucas giggled softly in front of them knowing he always managed to fed up his cousin. He didn't say anything other than cursing if the traffic got on his nerve. Meanwhile, in the back seat, no conversation was heard. Y/N was busy leaning on Harry's chest while playing on her mobile phone while Harry was just playing with her hair.

In his reverie, Harry began to think of what he thought first time in the morning after waking up. He was just adoring her in silence and reminiscing their journey until they were now. Was it too fast for him saying that he fell in love with her?

No word was too fast if it was his heart that chose that.

If he asked himself why was he now in love, he didn't know the answer.

What made him fall in love? So many answers.

The feeling was real but too complicated to describe.

He wasn't aware he got a boner just by thinking about the love for her. Although he was immersed in his reverie, he still gave small kisses and affections to her here and there. He didn't know why he could be clingy like this after thinking of that strange and beautiful feelings in him.

Y/N was the first who notice the tight bulge forming down there. She didn't know what made Harry horny. It was impossible, just stroking hair made his lust went high. Slowly, she brought her mouth close to his ear – didn't want Lucas to hear them because she knew he would tease her boyfriend.

“H, darling.. you've got boner down there.” She whispered softly. Harry blinked before squinting at her, “Pardon?”

“There..”

He frowned before glancing in the direction that she meant. His face heated up immediately after realising it. No way he got a boner for only thinking about what was love for him. Well, the answer was obviously; Y/N.

“This is embarrassing.” He chuckled before grabbing a cushion to hide it.

“Were you thinking of me?” she challenged him, raising her eyebrow. Her voice was still faint yet heard enough by both of them. She intentionally put her hand on the cushion.

“Yes.”

Well, he didn't lie, did he?

“But, not in that way. I – I didn't think something inappropriate of you.” he stuttered.

“Well, you're stuttering.” Y/N teased.

How the hell he stuttered? He told her the truth but why he talked like he hid something.

“Maybe I can help you once we get home.”

Oh man, she couldn't get any better and Harry loved that. . . . . Harry had just finished a teleconference with several companies abroad in his office that afternoon. He was supposed to do a business meeting in New York within this week, but for some reason, he cancelled it. Thinking about the States, he thought it was the right time to expand to America. Of course, after a few offices starting to operate in some big cities in Europe. A feeling of pleasure lingered on him being able to make Erskine develop better. This was Igor's dream to open his company outside the U.K. Erskine was ready to get bigger and so was Harry. Sounded ambitious but this would be an achievement for him for being succeeded to maintain and develop what his stepfather left for his family.

His eyebrows furrowed when he heard a noise from outside. He didn’t usually hear a lot of people. There was also no way there could be so many guests who wanted to meet him since he asked Y/N and Madeleine to limit the guests he would meet every day.

He snapped his head when the door tried to be opened from the outside, of course it wouldn’t be open since he locked it and need an access card to unlock – obviously. He heard a faint sound of Madeleine and.. Bob?

Bob was Erskine's head security. He was the person in charge of security in this building.

What’s wrong with them?

The vibrations of his mobile phone on the desk broke his reverie. He saw that there was one short message from his girlfriend.

Messages– Now ; Sweetheart.

I don’t know what’s wrong but Madeleine and Bob are trying to get these people not to invade your office. I don't know since I can't see who they are. They're blocked by the wall and that huge pots, but I'll try to get out.

Strange. If it was intruder, why the securities couldn't stop them when they were in the lobby?

He thought about whether he needed to open the door; let the person meet him, or keep the door closed?

If there was the worst possibility, as he recalled, he kept a few guns in his bottom drawer – just in case.

Harry sighed before putting down his mobile phone. He pressed the door button next to his office phone and left the door unlocked. He sat quietly in his seat waiting for the door to open. In less than a minute, the door opened. One of them stepped forward and showing his warrant card, spoke words that made him froze.

“Mr Harry Styles. You’re under arrest on suspicion of physical abuse. You do not have to say anything, yet it may harm your defence if you don’t mention when questioned something which you later rely.” . . Please excuse some errors.  Chat me here!

[human-trash-fire]

Shot Through The Heart: Ch. 5 “THE GIFT” aka ELORCAN

As y’all requested, here is a mini-chapter regarding Elide’s little “surprise” for Lorcan. The following is my 1st attempt at (light) smut so like TW: NSFW. 

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This takes place during CH. 4′s care package/ skype party. 

LORCAN:

Elide stumbled up to the camera closest to his side of the room. A box was perched in his lap filled with gifts from 3 women who shouldn’t know he existed. She was, if he was being honest, a woman he’d like to tear in half. Her long brown hair begged to be pulled, her pale skin primed and ready for handprints to paint. Since she had followed him on Instagram, he’d spent more than one evening using a particular picture of her, eyes wide, makeup smeared (an artistic piece) to play out his fantasies. He’d never wanted anything quite as much as that face looking up from her knees with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He could have any woman he wanted, and right now it was her.

“Salvaterre!” Elide shouted. He snapped his head up to look at her. “There’s something a little special in there for you, you’ll know it when you see it. That’s from me. You’re welcome.” She winked. He looked back down and saw a small black gift bag, as he reached inside he could feel her eyes on him.

Inside was a note attached to the front of a book. I fucking hate reading, he thought to himself before his mind had a chance to catch up to what he was seeing.

“ 555-0155

Here are a few ideas, I circled my favorites..”

He lifted the note/ number and heat crawled into his cheeks. HOLY GODS. It was a book, of 365 sex positions to try in a year. Nearly every page was circled, Lorcan couldn’t breathe properly. His eyes darted back up to Elide who seemed to be watching him, as was apparently everyone else in the room. He shifted the box on his lap and continued to look aimlessly through the rest of the gifts.

When he was done he grabbed his phone, he’d sufficiently calmed down enough to stand without a problem and quickly plugged in her number..

L<< I appreciate the gift, but I’ve never needed inspiration to please a woman in my life..

E>> I’m not just any woman Salvaterre.

>> If you want to make me scream, you’ll have to work for it..

Fuck me, Lorcan thought. Eyes snapping back up to the screen. She was biting her lip to repress a smirk. Game. On. 

<< And who said I was interested in making you do anything?

>> No one had to tell me Salvaterre.

>> I’ve been watching you squirm in your seat for the last 5 minutes.. Feeling a little blue?

<< You’re awfully confident Lochan, it’s cute. 

<< and no, not feeling “blue.” I don’t know what you’re used to but I have a tad more self control 

Than that.

>> Self control? Interesting. 

>> how about a bet.

Lorcan glanced yet again at Elide taking shots on screen, looking absolutely un-phased by the current conversation. 

<< Name your terms.

>> hmm….

>> If I can get you hard, right here at this little party, you have to go to the bathroom and make me a video.. I’d like something interesting to watch tonight.

<< haha, and if you lose?

>> I wont.

<< sweetheart, I’ve been around the block a few times and absolutely nothing you could say or do is going to get me to stand at attention in a room full of my men. 

<< So what do I get when I win?

>> What do you want?

<< You blow me in the bathroom at the ball. 

He heard Elide laugh out loud then and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

>> you have your headphones on you soldier? 

He nodded.

>> put them in.

Fumbling his headphones from his pocket and plugging them in, he looked up to her on the screen and watched as she held up her hand, fingers counting down from 5 to 1. His phone vibrated again.

>> Pay Up (audio.file) 

He looked back at her on the screen and she mouthed, “close your eyes.” He did. Then he hit play.

“Baby,” her voice was breathless and raspy. A low humming in the background made it clear what he was hearing. Lorcan shifted in his seat, phone clenched in his fist. She fucking planned this… He took a shaky breath in, it caught when she spoke again.

“Lorcan, I’m so fucking wet,” she moaned into the phone. Lorcan crossed his legs.

“I wish you were here baby, I need you inside me.” Her moaning was getting louder, slick sounds peppering the hum in the background. Fucking hell. Blood rushed straight between his thighs, his cock beginning to grow as the sounds of her begging for him played in his ears. He opened his eyes, trying to break the spell, but she was staring at him again on the camera. The room fell away, and it was only her dark brown eyes looking into his. I’m good. I’m fine. I’m-

She swiped a finger around the edge of her glass, coating the tip in whiskey, Elide brought it to her mouth. He watched without blinking as she slid her finger into her mouth, so deeply she hit the knuckles on her hand. She doesn’t have a gag reflex.. As if in answer to his question she brought the finger back out with a smile on her lips and a slight shake of her head. 

He ripped out his headphones.

>> Bathroom. Now.. I’ll expect my video in 5 minutes. Don’t disappoint me.

Elide winked on screen, watching him glance around the room before adjusting himself and heading towards the door. What am I fucking 15? He thought. I’m so fucked..

<< You’re a fucking witch..

>>  4 minutes and 30 seconds.. 

>> I can’t wait to watch you make a mess.

Lorcan came harder on that video than he had in months, Elide’s name falling from his lips like a prayer. 

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Hello! I don't know if you are taking requests but, if you are, could you maybe do some fluffy stuff about Bill calming someone from a anxiety attack?Just making them feel that everything it's ok and that she's not alone... I'm having a pretty bad day and I didn't started my treatment yet, so everything it's just so... loud and scary, you know? But if you're not it's ok, really. I also wanted to say that I love your work and that these stories really help go through most of my days. Take care

(A/N): Hey sweetie!

I just wanted to say that I am tremendously sad to hear that you had an anxiety attack and I hope that you are feeling slightly better or will soon and that your treatment will work out for you!

Just take a deep breath (although I know that it is difficult to say this) and just enjoy a bit of this reading!

I also wnated to apologize in advance if this sucks, I am not very good at writing for real people, since I am a bit uneasy about it, but I hope that you’ll like what I wrote, I honestly have to say that I tear up when you said that you love my work and that these stories help you go through you days, because if there is something that I want to do with these silly stories is helping you lovelies!

So I hope for the best and have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Anxiety, Anxiety Attack, Awkwardness (also the first part is basically something that my therapist taught me to relax which is couting the parts of your body which touch, which is very helpful for me).

One, your lids.

Two, your lips.

Three, your…

A sob escaped your lips making them part immediately as you moved forward.

Your lungs on fire from the long tiring session you had been having, unable to properly breath as you felt the choking sound of your throat gasping for air.

And for a moment, you thought you couldn’t have made it.

For a moment everything closed around you and your arms moved around you to shield you properly from the reality crashing down onto you.

It had been all too much: the small change in the program, the acid comment of your boss and Bill’s text about how he’d be stuck on set for another week, after he had already been gone for three months to film his newest project.

And you had been left without a slight sniff of your tall boyfriend, with his gentle hands.

He had never witnessed an anxiety attack of yours, because as cheesy as it was you were always calmer with Bill.

It had always been this way, since he had first noticed how uncomfortable you looked in that small party your friend had dragged you to.

Everybody would have been glad that they had been invited to an Hollywoodian party, but you were just worried of dropping your glass of expensive champagne against somebody.

You had stood in your angle and suddenly this handsome man was in front of you, something similar in his eyes and you swore you had seen him somewhere… you just couldn’t remember when or where.

… and then all your knowledge of the net had made you realize that in front of you there was Bill Skarsgard and obviously your first reaction had been.

“… wait you are Bill Skarsgard!” because it was obviously the best thing to shout at a celebrity, even more to one as private as him, but he had simply replied gently.

‘Ah yeah that’s me’ he had seemed at unease and a myriad of thoughts had gone through your head, each one wanting to make you run away, but he had gently offered you an hand ‘… well since you already know my name, why don’t you tell me yours?’.

You had hesitated, more out of surprise than uneasy with the beautiful man, who had simply blushed and shaken his head as he had mumbled.

‘Gosh that was… moronic of me… I shouldn’t… Alex says that they work, but …’.

‘I am (Y/N)… (Y/N) (L/N)…’ you had shot back, breathing out your answer as you stumbled through the world, holding out your hand to grip his, as his face immediately went from nervousness to shock to a sweeter smile ‘… I am just surprised that a god like you wants to speak with a mere mortal like me’.

And then you had just felt awful, but he had just laughed it off embarrassed.

‘I actually think that you are the prettiest girl in the room, so…’.

And then you had blushed softly, biting your lips as Bill led you away from the crowd on the small front porch of the house, as you sat there, talking about how awkward you both felt at this kind of things.

‘… I don’t want to make you feel bad, but I was worried you’d crush the glass in your hands…’ he had joked as you blushed, softly punching him on the shoulder, your glass now empty, helping you with a bit of liquid courage.

‘You literally used the worst pick-up line after “did it hurt when you fell from heaven”?’ you had shot back and his cheeks had also turned a pinkish shade, as you both avoided each other’s eyes, too shy to confront the other.

For a kiss you had needed a bit more of wine, but it had been worth it.

And every moment with him had been worth it.

But three months without him were already too much, although you saw him through the skype calls.

But it wasn’t simply enough.

It wasn’t enough anymore when you had just the shittiest day and everything felt like it was too much to handle for you.

Your mind rushed through the most horrible thoughts as you tried to think what Bill would say to you.

His deep voice always helping you, even more when he did that cute giggle he owned, scrunching his nose in a way that was so so adorable that you had just promised to yourself to kiss it every time it happened.

But then a shocking thought hit you.

He’d think that you were a mess if he saw you like this.

Make-up all ruined form your tears and sweat and each time you had mindlessly touched your eyes to dry the tears and rub them, meanwhile your light lipstick was smashed all over your cheeks, since as soon as you had seen a reflection of yourself you had hated the color and wanted desperately to delete it.

He wouldn’t have stayed if he had seen you like that.

Maybe it was for the better that he wouldn’t be…

“Sweetheart, I am home!”.

For a moment you had thought that your brain had finally moved its endorphins and it was starting to work to distract you from the horrible feeling of tightness in your chest.

And then you heard the door closing.

And understood that Bill was for sure at home.

You shifted closer to yourself almost wanting to hide as you moved closer to the part under the sink, thinking that if you focused enough, you’d match the bathroom floor tiles.

Enough to hide yourself from Bill.

“Sweetheart?” he seemed almost sad that you didn’t answer him, and as a loud breath escaped your mouth, you slapped an hand over your mouth, as you tried to understand if it was all an hallucination or Bill had come home, before.

You didn’t know which one would have been worse.

“… shit maybe I should have told her…she hates surprises” your heart couldn’t help but awake at his serious concern for you “… maybe she is over at Christine’s”.

You hoped desperately that he’d just convince himself of it and maybe go away, because if there was one thing you were sure, hallucination or not, was that you wouldn’t have let him see you like that.

He’d have broken up with you, for sure.

“… I’ll call her” and before you could rush in to switch off your phone, the awful first notes of ‘Daylight’ by Taylor Swift started playing.

This brought you back when Bill had mocked your music tastes and you had pretended to be hurt, but you hadn’t cared in the slightest, singing offkey as he kept on preparing your dinner, and although he wouldn’t admit it, you had heard him sing the first few lines as he was getting ready for bed.

“… babe?” he asked, curiously and again a sob left your mouth, revealing further where you were, and as fast as you could you tried your best to hide yourself turning around a you tried to reach for your phone “…hey, lovely, is anything wrong?”.

Thankfully he hadn’t opened the doors, and gently knocked scaring you as you tried to calm your heavy breathing in order for you to appear as normal as you could with ruined make-up and a face that seemed the same someone would have after their pet died.

“… ahem I was just…” ‘please don’t say anything stupid’ “… pooping”.

“Oh” you could already picture Bill’s blushing face “… sorry sorry, sweetie, I’ll wait for you in the dining room, ok?”.

“Bill, what are you doing here?” you asked as you slowly got up, knowing that confrontation wasn’t avoidable and trying to make up whether hat awful voice that told you that Bill had just come back to you to break up was true or not “… aren’t you supposed to be filming the new movie?”.

“Ahem… yeah and no” his voice always wavered as it always did when he told you an half-truth “… we wrapped up a few days ago, but I wanted to make you a surprise, because today is our anniversary”.

Shit of a fucking shit.

You weren’t worried for the gift.

You had had that ready for a month.

Sometime anxiety had its perks.

But what worried you was the fact that you had literally looked at the day and hadn’t remembered it was your anniversary.

It was also the deadline of your project, which your boss had partially rejected.

The part that you had worked on desperately and almost on your own, which had resulted in the product being a bit imprecise but… it hadn’t seemed so bad.

You couldn’t help but hate the fact that you had been so stressed to have forgotten about it all.

“… sweetie, are you still there?” asked Bill from the other side “…or did the toilet seat swallow you?”

“Ahem no” although you felt that awful feeling of dreadful tightness in your lungs, you still let out a soft laugh “… I just… I don’t think that we should go out, you must be jetlagged…”.

“Actually, I got a bit of sleep on the plain… so… I am ready to dance all night” he mumbled softly, as he shifted closer to the door and you couldn’t help but be almost worried that he’d open it, but he stopped “… but if you aren’t feeling well… we could stay inside, order Greek food and watch whatever awful Netflix comedy you chose”.

He was trying to make you relax, he always used that deep soothing tone and tried his best to make you laugh.

‘You always look prettier when you laugh’ he smirked as he stole a kiss from your cheerful lips ‘…you also taste sweeter’.

“Yeah, I’d like that…” you commented softly “… work has just been crazy hectic and I just… ugh… don’t think that I could celebrate properly, but… we could go out tomorrow I swear that I’ll make it up to you”.

“Of course, sweetie” his tone was so soothing that it only made you feel guilty for having forgotten about it all.

If he broke up with you, you low key deserved it.

“… do you want to talk about work?”.

‘No, I want to set my boss on fire’ you would have wanted to mumble, but simply uttered:

“… wouldn’t want to annoy you, sweetie, you probably already had a hard…”.

“I have had a hard time not having you with me” he gently replied “… I don’t think that anything would be hard enough for me, if you stand by my side”.

A moment of silence made him waver and you felt him pushing himself back, doubting whether he had done the right thing or not.

“… if you feel like talking obviously”.

“The project…” you choked out “… it didn’t go well”.

“Oh sweetie” he almost seemed ready to rush in through the door, but he stopped himself, realizing that you needed this barrier, for a bit more “… you worked so hard for it”.

“Yeah… but Tara said that it had too much imprecisions, and I mean she is right… I should have worked on it a bit more! Gosh I just…”.

And then you were stopped as Bill pushed the door open, revealing your disheveled appearance and you immediately tried to hide yourself, but it was of no use, as Bill went through any resistance you had cradling you in his strong arms, raising you as if you weighted nothing more than a flower.

Touch usually made it all worst for you, but with Bill it felt like some kind of desperately nice sweater, the one that you wore on the rainy days as you cuddled a good book and a cup of hot cocoa.

It soothed you and made you cry even more, as you let all your tension ease through him, and he cuddled you closer gently adjusting you onto the counter of the sink.

He kissed your forehead tenderly releasing your hold onto him, as you instead brought him closer, needing to feel him.

In an almost desperate way.

He was such a grounding force to you right now that you just let yourself reveal to him your deepest side, the one that turned away everyone.

Except him.

He just cooed at you softly, as he kept you in his arms, pushing aside a few strands of drenched hair, as he kissed your neck, softly, a gentle touch.

“… whatever it is, you are not at work anymore, you are in our lovely home, the one that smells of those overpriced shit candles you like so so much” it made you snort a laugh “… you are safe, you don’t have to think about it”.

“The fact is…” and you could already picture his eyes having this shade of ‘what kind of psycho are you’ “… I can’t, I am just too anxious, and it makes me overthink everything”.

But instead Bill’s eyes scanned over your face before understanding settled in them.

“… you had an anxiety attack, didn’t you?”.

“I….” you breathed out all the air in your lungs “… how did you know?”.

“I have lived with you enough to know that you are a little anxious beastie” he commented softly “… you arrive always early, you always act so so stressed with deadlines, you panic badly if I leave you out to a party… I know that some things make you like that…”.

“And it doesn’t bother you?”.

“No” his breath was soft, and it hit your face in a way that warmed your cheeks “… I just… I just want to help you if I can”.

Everybody at this point always left you, no matter how much you promised to keep it under control or to change.

Nobody had ever asked to know how to make you feel better.

“Can… can you get my make-up remover…?” he stood a minute trying to internalize your phrase “… it is making my skin itch…”.

“Of course” and he turned, before sending you a quick look “…wait where is it?”.

And there it was your dorky boyfriend.

You just let out a laugh and told him where he could find it.

A few minutes and a Bill’s shirt later, you were indeed waiting for Greek food as you browsed through Netflix, and Bill joked about you rewatching ‘Hemlock Grove’.

‘… babe you can’t use your celebrity status to impress me, I have seen you in boxers with pigeons’.

‘Pigeons are cute’ he had mumbled as he had set beside you, pushing your head on his chest.

You had told him that his faint heartbeat was the perfect cure for your overworked body ‘… and I know that you are just nervous because you blush so so fucking much when Roman is on’.

‘… just because he is a dork’.

‘A sexy dork’.

‘Didn’t know you were a narcissist’.

And like that you quickly discarded your little banter in a more silent contemplation as you finally felt… at peace, calm, although you were mostly sweeping all your worry under your mug.

But with Bill you felt better, as he softly handled you, kissing you with the gentlest of touches, but not treating you as frail doll or looking at you like he was worried, he just had this natural nurturing way that made him so damnably sexy.

It made you bite your lips.

And it didn’t pass unobserved by him.

“… you, big cutie” he mumbled, a laughter making his chest raise softly “…stop being the most beautiful girl on Earth”.

As much as you loved silly Billy, you felt the need to set a few things straight.

“I am sorry for hiding it… all from you” you lowered your eyes, this time biting your lower lip for nervousness “… it is just…”.

“It’s ok” he spoke as if it was the most natural of things, as if you hadn’t just broken down as a mess in front of him “… I knew it… I mean I had my thoughts, but these are personal things, I wanted to wait for you to feel comfortable”:

“I didn’t want to hide it! It isn’t because I don’t trust you…”.

“I know” again that soothing tone, it made everything better, you swore it could cure world’s hunger “… I know that people didn’t make it easy for you, so I’ll make it as easy as I can”.

And with that he pulled you to look at him in the eyes, something that was difficult for you in that moment, overwhelmed by your senses.

But you pushed through, because you knew that whenever he needed to tell you something important, he needed to have your eyes in his, to make you know that he wasn’t lying to you.

“… when you need me, I don’t care if I am busy with shooting a movie or in the bathroom, pooping…” you smirked lightly “… you come to me and tell me what is happening and when you feel a bit better we can discuss what helps you and what I can do…”.

“Bill… I am sorry but I don’t want to bother you…”.

That was the wrong thing to say, because although Bill didn’t attack you, he stiffened lightly and grabbed your hands gently, turning them and bringing one and then the other to kiss your inner wrists.

“… you, little one, are never ever a bother” he spoke each word dauntingly meaningful “… you are the most precious things I have ever had in my life, anxiety included”.

“We are kind of package deal” you mumbled an awkward smile on your face.

“Then I got lucky, two for one” he joked, and you finally let out a soft laugh, punching him on his shoulder.

“You are a fucking idiot, my friend”.

“Don’t hit me, it’ll cost you, I am a miracle of nature”.

“Whatever you say Pennywise, the dancing clown”.

“Oh, don’t get me started”.

And as the tickling war started, the glimmering ring in Bill’s jacket just waited the right time.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow would have been a better day.

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Part 6 (4.2k)

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AN: Back to back updates what is going on and also happy reading. I hope everyone is doing okay during quarantine

Warnings: pretty sure there’s some language in there but who is even surprised anymore

I was really excited to finally see Mia again because she was this amazingly sweet girl. She’d moved to New York in pursuit of her career as a graphics designer after graduating and then contact had fizzled out not soon after.

That was the sad part about graduating. It was impossible to keep up with everyone because after years of spending so much time together everyone was starting their own lives. We all got caught up in our own things and I lost touch with many great people from college. I always told myself I’d reach out when things would quiet down but at this point it would mostly be awkward.

I arrived a little early at the restaurant and asked for a table where I could watch the door so I could wave Mia over. She arrived not soon after, a bright smile on her face as soon as she spotted me. She looked good, still perfectly styled and her make up on point. She’d lost her baby face like most of us by now and her look was more sophisticated but overall I’d have recognized her anywhere.

“How is it possible that you’re even hotter now than you were three years ago?”, she greeted me with a laugh and I joined her, standing up to hug her tightly. She was taller than me, even with the heeled booties I wore, her model height had always had her towering over everyone else in our girl gang during college.

“You’re one to talk, I’m pretty sure your boobs make every porn star jealous at this point.”

“Don’t even get me started on these babies, my back is killing me to the point that I’m actually considering a reduction. I’d rather have your boobs, big enough to turn heads but not to the point where they’re constantly fighting gravity.” She winked at me and gave me a playful once over, an approving look on her face.

“God I’ve missed you. Now we only need Lisa to complete the Holy European Trinity so we can wreak havoc over this city”, I sighed and she agreed before sitting back down. With Mia’s cute Irish accent and Lisa’s passionate Italian heritage we’d turned quite a few heads during our time in college but we’d all been very picky with our choices.

“Perhaps it’s good that she’s still in Denver, Dallas can’t handle all three of us.”

We ordered our drinks and then quickly decided on sharing one of the menus the restaurant offered for couples. She was about to show me something on her phone when I did a double take at her background picture.

“Holy shit you have a son?!”, I exclaimed, looking at the picture of a toddler in her arms. It had to be her son, the resemblance was uncanny even if he didn’t share her red locks.

“Yeah this is Elias, he just turned two. I totally forgot that we stopped talking right before I found out that I was pregnant”, she said sheepishly and I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, 25 and enjoying the single life while one of my closest friends from college had started a family. I couldn’t spot a wedding ring on her finger though and while I usually wouldn’t dare ask this question in most cases, Mia and I had shared far more personal details before.

“Who’s the dad, the guy you met at the supermarket?” I was pretty sure that she mentioned liking this guy but I could be wrong, it had been a while after all.

“No not him, some guy I met before him but he doesn’t even know that I got pregnant after hooking up. Supermarket guy fled as soon as I told him that I was three months pregnant and that it wasn’t his. It’s been Elias and I ever since but now I moved back so my parents could watch their grandchild grow up, they always complained about not seeing him enough.”

“He’s too cute, such a stud already because he gets his looks from you. I really want to meet the little guy, I’ll be the best auntie ever since he doesn’t have any real ones. And if you ever need a babysitter I’d love to watch him”, I said excitedly. I loved kids but wasn’t ready to have any on my own, besides the fact that I also didn’t have a baby daddy in sight either. Mia was an only child so I’d decided that it was now my responsibility to spoil her kid.

“He’s with my parents right now but I’ll come visit with him sometime next week if you want.”

I agreed of course and then she told me all about him until our food arrived. Elias sounded hilarious and I already loved him without ever having met him. I waited until after we finished eating to talk to her about what I really wanted.

“I don’t know if Lisa told you anything yet, but I’m starting my own business and I really want you to work with me. I want you to be in charge of the graphics and we can get started as soon as I find someone else to help me with the coding because I have so many requests lined up I can’t do them all by myself.”

“Yeah she hinted at something like that. What kind of stuff would you want me to do and where would we work?”, she asked and I knew that I had her.

“At first I was planning on renting an office somewhere downtown but then I realized that that would be wasted time and money. I have a big house now so I turned one of the big rooms into an office with a conference table and everything. The table is set to be delivered tomorrow and then we’re ready to move in. The designs are really up to you, of course there are requests but you know best so I won’t meddle in any of that.”

She asked me how we’d do it payment wise but I knew that unless I’d really screw her over in that department, which I would never do, she’d agree.

“Okay I’ll do it. And I might also have someone to help you with the programming part. His name is Jason and he works with me right now. He’s really good and also knows a thing or two about marketing if you ever want to fly solo again and if that doesn’t convince you already, his wife Madelyn rivals your cooking skills so there’s always going to be amazing lunch to go around.”

I’d been convinced that she’d agree, yet I couldn’t help the feeling of relief coursing through me right now. I’d tried to convince Lisa to move with me but she didn’t want to leave her family in Denver behind and I understood that. Now I’d have Mia by my side at least.

I’d moved to Texas to be closer to the Bumble headquarters, finally feeling ready to step up again but ultimately liking Dallas better than Austin. Most of the meetings could be done via Skype and for everything else I’d just have to bear the drive down.

“Do you think this Jason will go for my offer?”, I asked unsure, Mia was my friend so perhaps she was more inclined to leave her safe office job for a startup business but I didn’t know this guy.

“Of course, especially with what you’re offering to pay. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to work with the Olivia Haller either, you’re famous in our circles. Plus he’s probably sick of following orders too, I know I am at least.”

Tonight couldn’t have gone any better and I was so happy. Mia decided to call this Jason on the spot and I talked to him for a bit before inviting him over to the office at the beginning of next week. I trusted Mia’s judge of character but I still wanted to see if he really was a good fit because I really wanted this to work.

She had to leave a while later to pick up Elias and we agreed that she’d be there for the meeting with Jason so I would see her in a few days again. I hugged her tightly as we said our goodbyes, happy to be reunited with an old friend.

Tyler texted me on Saturday morning to see if I wanted to hand out with him tonight, but I told him that I’d already made plans with the girls to go out.

Tyler: See I told you that my friends like you better than me already. They’ve never asked me to go out with them

Me: Maybe they’re afraid that you’ll hit on them

Tyler: Very funny but probably also true

I laughed at his response because at least he was honest with himself, something that I really liked. He knew he’d fucked up before and wasn’t shy about admitting his mistakes.

Katie had told me to dress up for the club we’d be going to and I picked out a satin wrap-style dress that I’d loved in the store but never had the chance to wear since. The material was so soft and flowy that I couldn’t stop my hands from running over it. I even took the time to do my make up properly, gluing on fake lashes and applying bold red lipstick, a color that I’d come to love over the past few years.

I looked hot and after I sent a pic in the group chat Lisa told me to get some tonight so I could get sleeping with Tyler out of my head. I told her that I’d think about it but I already knew that I probably wouldn’t do it because I’d never been a fan of one night stands. I also didn’t want to pursue a hookup in front of Katie and the other girls, that would be a little weird after all.

After thanking my Uber driver I got out and spotted the girls immediately. I recognized Katie, Dominika and Alandra but there were three other girls I hadn’t met before.

“Liv I want you to meet Anna, Fanny and Taylor. Girls this is Liv, the one that has Tyler going absolutely crazy”, Katie introduced everyone and I had to laugh at the last part because I knew that she couldn’t be telling the truth.

Tyler was so chill with me lately I couldn’t imagine him ever losing his head over anyone, especially me. The only apparent lapse in his judgement had been at the party but ever since he’d only been friendly with perhaps a touch of affectionate.

The cold breeze that hit our exposed legs quickly made all of us walk inside, where we were immediately greeted by thumping music and bodies writhing to the beat.

“Drinks first?”, someone shouted and we all nodded, slowly making our way over to the bar. Even with my heels on I was still smaller than most and I was nearly hit in the face by elbows more than once. I didn’t mind masses of people per se, but I didn’t like the feeling of people closing in on me to the point of me feeling like Jon Snow at the end of season six.

The bar was crowded and I knew that there was no point of me being the one up front ordering. Usually I flirted with the bartenders to get my drinks faster but there were so many tall guys that no barkeeper would even be able to see me throwing a smile at him.

Dominika soon turned around with two glasses of Tequila for everyone and we quickly downed them. We ordered some more drinks and then set out to find a booth so we could relax for a bit before we’d make our way to the dance floor. I’d ordered a beer instead because I knew that the small opening of the bottle made it harder to slip something in when dancing, something I had to learn the hard way. Unless I knew that I could leave my drink and that it would be watched I always stuck with beer and shots.

Tonight seemed to be our night because just as we walked over another group of girls abandoned their booth to go dance and we quickly slid in, spreading around the table. I tried my best to ignore the disgusting sticky surface in front of me and joined the conversation on which type of heels was best suited to go clubbing.

Eventually I got up to order more rounds of shots for us, this time determined that the barkeeper would notice me. I found a free spot next to a big guy and waved over to the barkeeper, giving him my brightest smile. My plan worked as he immediately came over, abandoning a group of guys to my left.

“Two rounds of tequila for seven please”, I yelled over the loud music and he winked at me with a flirty smile.

“Add that to my tab Jake”, the tall guy on my left said as the barkeeper asked for my credit card. I quickly hid the black piece of plastic back in my tiny purse and looked up at the guy for the first time. He was decently handsome but I didn’t like the way he smiled at me though, as if offering to pay for the drinks was the single greatest thing to have ever been achieved by mankind.

I wouldn’t turn down free shots though so I gave him a coy smile and thanked him before grabbing the tray and making my way back, years of waitressing paying off.

“Courtesy of a dude at the bar so bottoms up everyone”, I said and they all cheered.

“Only you would get a guy to spend well over 50 bucks on your drinks without saying a single word to him before”, Alandra laughed after I told everyone how we snagged those free drinks. I just shrugged and winked at her which made everyone laugh.

Everyone was starting to feel buzzed enough to hit the dance floor and I was glad to have finished off my beer a while ago, nothing stopping me from dancing now. We had a great time, swaying our hips to the beat with our arms thrown around each other and the others took multiple videos of everyone dancing for their stories. We asked a girl to take pictures of us to commemorate the evening and I posted one where all of us looked super hot, tagging the girls after everyone was now following me.

Of course the male population had to ruin the amazing time I was having as a pair of hands grabbed my hips from behind. I immediately slapped them off and turned around to give whoever had the audacity an ear full, sighing as I realized that it was the guy from the bar earlier.

“You never properly thanked me”, he said, probably trying to sound sexy but failing miserably because he was creeping the hell out of me.

“I already said thank you back at the bar”, I responded coldly, not wanting to put up with this shit when I’d been having so much fun up until now.

“I spent so much money on you and you can’t even be nice to me?!”, he exclaimed and I could tell that he was pissed. He’d balled his hands to fists and taken a step closer to me, I really hoped that he wouldn’t get violent.

“No one asked you to do that, that’s all on you buddy. I don’t owe you anything and I’ve been nothing but polite up until now but if you don’t leave us alone right this second I will make sure that you’re kicked out of this club for good”, I threatened, switching my posture to a more intimidating stance and already calculating in my head how much I’d need to bribe some bouncers to get what I wanted. It was still a little shocking what money could achieve. He seemed to realize that he better not mess with me because he backed up and left with a huff and a dirty glance back.

I turned around to the girls, all of them staring at me in shock.

“What?”, I asked, subconsciously reaching up to fix my hair as if that were the reason they were looking at me like that.

“The way you stood up to him, despite being like half his size. Girl I love you already”, Anna said and I laughed at her comment but I couldn’t stop the blush from spreading on my cheeks.

“I need more alcohol after this and this time I’m actually buying”, I said, needing this night to get back on track. I managed the trip without any incidents this time, returning not soon after with a full tray of shots.

As a German I wasn’t a lightweight by any means, the American night out our pregame but even I could feel the buzz of the alcohol by now. We continued drinking and dancing until our feet screamed at us to take a break.

Back in a different booth I checked my phone to see that Tyler had texted me a while ago. I was surprised to see that he was still up as it had gotten pretty late.

Tyler: Looks like you’re having all the fun without me :(

He’d attached a screenshot of Fanny’s Instagram story where you could see me practically grinding on Dominika.

Me: Don’t worry we can still have lots of fun if you want

I couldn’t help it, alcohol made me horny and my alcohol clouded brain had forgotten to put my don’t-hook-up-with-Tyler-filter on.

Tyler: Sounds promising

Tyler: Do you want me to come pick you up?

I had to read the message twice, not really sure if he really meant it the way I thought he did.

Me: To have fun?

Tyler: Fuck no I didn’t mean for this to come out that way I swear

Tyler: I just don’t want you to have to catch a ride alone this late and I know that none of the girls live close to us

My alcohol clouded brain had now proceeded to make heart eyes at Tyler’s sweet gesture.

Me: Look at you being cute and shit but I don’t want to keep you up

Tyler: Don’t worry about it just text me when you’re ready to go

I looked at the girls, noticing that most of them looked just as exhausted as I felt at this point. We had been in here for hours and I knew that we would probably head out soon so I texted Tyler to leave now. By the time he’d get here we would probably be outside already.

“Do you want me to call an Uber for you too?”, Taylor asked me a bit later and I shook my head no, telling them that Tyler would pick me up.

“Wow that’s really sweet and unusual of him, you really got him good.” Katie’s comment had me lost in my thoughts until we were outside again. It had cooled off even more now and I was glad that we didn’t have to wait long.

Tyler pulled up to the curb almost at the same time as the Ubers and we all hugged goodbye, promising to go out again soon. I opened the door to the G wagon and smiled happily at Tyler, my judgement still a little woozy from too much tequila.

“As much as I’m enjoying my view right now you should probably put on the jacket that’s on the backseat, you must be freezing”, he said, probably noticing my slight shivering in the short dress. I nodded thankfully and tried to reach back but the damn car was so big that I practically had to climb on top of the middle console to finally get my hands on the piece of clothing.

This way I’d basically pushed my ass in Tyler’s face but I didn’t realize my mistake until I turned back and saw him look at me with a wild expression on his face. I tried to act as if I didn’t notice what had happened and after shaking his head to snap out of it he shifted to drive and pulled away from the club.

He asked me if I’d had fun and I giggled before telling him that he sounded like my parent right now, at which point he pulled a face. I could swear that I heard him mutter something like ‘fucking parentzoned’ under his breath but perhaps the alcohol was making me hear things.

He told me about how he had spent his evening skyping with his sisters and I loved that family man aspect about him. One could only dream of being as close as the Seguins.

Once in a while he’d quietly sing along to the songs playing over the speakers and I slowly found myself growing more tired by the second. It was really all his fault with his comfortable car seats and his stupidly soothing voice.

By the time he pulled into my driveway I was so close to falling asleep that I didn’t want to open my eyes anymore. Tyler laughed at me but then he surprisingly got out and walked around the car before picking me up and carrying me bridal style towards the front door.

“Tell me your code”, he said and I was more than happy to supply him with the numbers if that meant that he’d carry me for a while longer. Yogi greeted us excitedly and I told Tyler to let him out before I demanded he take me upstairs. I could feel his chest shaking with laughter but he didn’t complain, instead gripping me tighter so he could move around better.

“I still need to take off my make up”, I stopped him before he could lay me down on my bed, finally opening my eyes to look up at Tyler.

“Alright I’ll set you down on the bathroom counter and then leave so you can work your magic.” He smiled his adorable smile at me but I wasn’t quite ready for him to leave yet.

“I need your help with the dress though, I tied it really well so it wouldn’t come loose and I don’t know if I can get it off by myself now”, I pouted at him, hoping that he’d agree to take my dress of for me again. Just like the last time I was fully capable of doing it myself but I wanted to tease him for a little bit before he left.

From my angle I could watch Tyler visibly gulp but he still agreed before gently setting me down in the bathroom. Reluctantly I let go of his neck and turned to the side so he could access the part where I’d tied the fabric of the dress together.

His big beautiful hands were now struggling with the knots and his nose was scrunched up in concentration. I’d never seen anyone look so hot and cute at the same time.

He finally managed to get the last part and as soon as he let the strings go the flowy nature of the dress made it slip down my body, exposing my underwear. I’d expected something like this to happen and it may have been one of the reasons why I’d asked him to help me.

Despite having told Lisa that I wouldn’t hook up with anyone I’d picked out a matching lace set for tonight just in case and I could see that it took everything out of Tyler to avert his eyes. Not before looking me up and down though. I let the dress fall down the rest of the way and reached for my robe by the door, catching Tyler checking me out as soon as I turned my back on him in the mirror.

“Thanks for coming to pick me up, you really didn’t have to”, I said as we walked down the stairs again. I needed to let Yogi in again and I also wanted to escort him to the door.

“I didn’t mind, really it’s nothing”, he shrugged and I smiled, knowing that it definitely wasn’t nothing.

“Well in my books I owe you one now, so if you ever need me to pick you up or anything really, just let me know.” I tried to get my point across, already knowing that he’d probably never drunk call me in the middle of the night to ask for a ride.

“I’ll try to remember but I’ll let you catch some sleep now. If you want to you can come over for breakfast tomorrow, we didn’t get to hang out today after all”

I wished he wouldn’t leave and instead climb into bed with me but I knew that there was no way. Instead I settled for a kiss on his cheek and a hug.

“Of course I’ll come, I might need some grilled cheese after all. Goodnight Ty.”

“Goodnight Liv, see you in a few hours.”

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 2 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley

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Crystal had spent two days trying to figure out how to explain this new situation to Gigi. She considered testing the waters by joking about it, then thought maybe she should just rip the Band-Aid off and tell her outright. But any train of thought drove her right into a wall. And Jan wasn’t much help either.

“Maybe you could text her,” Jan had mused offhandedly. She was trying to help as much as she could – her suggestion was made while she was sitting in front of her laptop researching what actually went into planning a wedding, method acting, if you will. They were committed to this lie now, it seemed like there was no choice but to go all in.

“Text her?!” Crystal’s eyes were wide, she couldn’t possibly be serious. “I can’t just be like, ‘Hey Geege, Jan told Nicky we’re getting married lol T-T-Y-L and hope for the best.”

“Well, obviously not that, no one says T-T-Y-L anymore.”

“Jan!”

Jan sighed, spinning her desk chair around to face her. “I’m sorry, but I already have a lot of ground to cover. Telling Gigi is your job.”

Crystal threw her head back and whined. “But I don’t wanna.”

“Would you rather I do it?”

She quickly put her hands up in surrender. “No, no, I got it,” she assured. “She’s still at the studio, I’ll just… go there and tell her when she’s finished. I’ll call you if I need backup.”

“Get it done, sis.” Jan hummed before turning back to the screen, mumbling under her breath about how unreasonably expensive wedding bouquets are. “They’re flowers. Why would you pay that much for fucking flowers?”

And Crystal had hoped the walk she took from there to the studio would help her build her nerve, but she was hit with a new wave of anxiety the moment Gigi saw her.

Gigi waved her over, not straying from her work station. “I’ll be about another fifteen minutes or so, but you can just hang out if you don’t mind waiting.”

“Oh, yeah, no that’s fine,” she assured, sitting at one of the empty stations. On a normal day, she would enjoy watching Gigi at work. There was something almost magical about watching someone create art they were passionate about that Crystal found absolutely entrancing. Plus, it was Gigi – she could watch her read the phone book.

“So, what’s up with you?” Gigi asked casually, holding up two different types of lace against white fabric.

Crystal wasn’t sure what she opened her mouth to say, but she ended up blurting out, “We need to pretend to be getting married when Nicky comes here to visit Jan.”

That stopped Gigi in her tracks. She set the lace down and turned to face her friend. “I’m sorry, what?”

Crystal took a deep breath, feeling almost relieved that she had ripped the bandage off, but still worried that she wouldn’t be able to explain herself in a way that would actually get the other girl on board with this charade. “So… here’s the thing. Jan obviously really wants to see Nicky in person, but they haven’t been able to commit to a plan. So I, being the super smart person I am, suggested she tell her there’s an event coming up that she should fly out for. And… long story short that event is our wedding and now we’re along for the ride.”

Gigi blinked, taking the time to digest the information she received. “What the fuck, Crystal?” She pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Well, when’s the ‘wedding?’”

“In like, a month. Maybe two.”

With her lips still in a fine line, Gigi let out a strangled noise of frustration. “In a month or two,” she repeated, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “You know what? Fuck it, let’s do what we have to do.”

Crystal felt a massive weight lift from her chest and she exhaled deeply. “Really?”

“I mean, I’m never gonna let you hear the end of it, but yeah. Sure. Why not?” She shrugged. Glancing over at her dress, she decided she’d done enough work for the day. “I guess we better reconvene with Jan then.”

As she pushed herself back to her feet, Crystal still felt a little lightheaded. Sure, she was thanking every possible deity that Gigi was on board with this half-baked scheme, but now she would have far fewer chances to suppress and ignore her feelings. “Yeah, she’ll definitely appreciate that.”

When they did return to the apartment, Jan was still on her laptop in her room, deeply immersed in her research. It took Crystal and Gigi getting right in front of her for her to even become aware of her presence. “Oh, hey guys,” she greeted, setting her laptop next to her on the bed before looking at Crystal. “Did you tell her?”

“Very subtle, Jan,” Crystal retorted flatly. “But yes, I told her.”

“When did you tell Nicky to come here?” Gigi asked.

Jan shrugged. “I didn’t give a specific date yet. So, you know, work that out amongst yourselves. Also, you guys should get registered at some stores. At least that way if someone stumbles upon it, you could get like… a toaster or something.”

“I do love toast,” Gigi mused. “But I wanna know just how far we’re taking this. Like, are Crystal and I gonna pretend to get married? Do we break up? Or are you gonna wait til after you get Nicky in bed with you and then tell her the truth?”

“I… haven’t actually gotten that far yet,” she admitted. “I don’t think we should stage a fake wedding, though. Because then you guys are just gonna have to keep up the act indefinitely or get a fake divorce. We’ll work it out as we keep going.”

Crystal leaned against Jan’s desk, finally coming to terms with the fact that the three of them were definitely not backing out of this, that there was no chance of just scrapping the plan and calling it a day. “So other than that, what do we need to do?”

Jan picked her laptop back up. “We need to make a couple of invitations, I figure we could just get one or two free samples, just to send one to Nicky and keep one for our own records. Crystal needs to rent or borrow a dress, and we should probably go through the motions of planning a wedding without like, going fifty thousand dollars in debt.”

“Rings!” Gigi suddenly exclaimed. “What are we gonna do about rings? That’s a pretty fucking important part of being engaged.”

Crystal and Jan looked at each other, both of them searching for an answer, but there was the slightest bit of amusement in their expressions when it became clear that Gigi was now taking this as seriously as they were. “I’m sure we could get some convincing fake ones online. It’s not like she’s a professional jewelry appraiser,” Jan suggested.

“I’m not wearing something that’ll turn my finger green,” Gigi warned with a grave deadpan. “I’ll see if my mom has anything we can borrow. She has a collection of vintage and like, random, unique jewelry. I’m sure she’ll let me temporarily poach something off of her.”

Jan arched her brow. “So you’re gonna rope her into this too? Or are you gonna give her some other excuse?”

That gave Gigi pause, and she realized she was either going to bring another person into the party or dig all of them into a deeper hole. “I should probably just tell her,” she decided, the other two girls nodding in agreement.

“I would really like to watch this conversation take place,” Crystal piped up.

“Well, why don’t you guys do that? I’ve got a call with Nicky in ten,” Jan chimed in, looking at her phone.

“Well, far be it for us to interrupt your sexy Skype session,” Gigi retorted with a soft laugh. “Come, Crystal,” she curled her finger, and the two of them left Jan to her own devices.

Jan waved them off before getting up to fix her hair and makeup in the mirror, then moved her laptop to her desk so she could look at the screen dead-on. When she saw Nicky calling, she beamed brightly as she answered it. “Well damn, what sort of runway are you dressed up for?”

Nicky laughed and looked down. Her hair was styled up in a bouffant and the normally straight locks were in gentle waves. Her makeup – which Jan knew she did herself – was immaculate beyond reproach. “Don’t jinx it, I had my friend take some headshots for my portfolio today. So, fingers crossed there are runways in the future.”

“It’s basically a given, I can just tell,” Jan grinned, her elbows propped on her desk and face in her hands. The look in her eyes was full to the brim with enamored adoration; even she was surprised that Nicky hadn’t picked up on her feelings. “And then I’ll get to say I knew you way back when.”

“Bitch please,” she scoffed. “If I ever get famous, you know I’m flying your ass out here first class. It wouldn’t be fun without my sweet Janice by my side.”

She blushed, her hands moving from her face to stroke her ponytail. Hearing Nicky call her ‘hers’ in any capacity had her heart ready to leap right out of her chest. It was times like that that made her wonder if it would’ve been that crazy for her to profess her feelings, if she was building all of this fear and anxiety over owning her feelings for nothing. It sometimes felt like a declaration of love was dancing on the tip of her tongue, threatening to slip past her lips.

But nothing was ever enough to get her over that hurdle. Her stubborn fear of rejection outweighed even common sense. So, instead, she kept it sweet and vague. “Well, you know I’ll always be there whether you like it or not.”

“I’m offended you think there’s a chance I wouldn’t.” Nicky scoffed playfully. “Anyway, what have you been up to today?”

“Oh, just… helping the girls with planning and stuff.” It was technically true, so she counted it as one less lie she was telling her. She found that the easiest thing to do was to just keep the focus off herself until she felt more confident in this charade. “It’s just boring details really. Have you been working on learning any songs lately?”

Nicky shook her head. “Actually, I was hoping to convince you to sing for me,” she cooed, batting her lashes in an over-exaggerated manner.

It was a look that Jan was an undeniable sucker for that look, and she was certain that Nicky had figured out that much. “I suppose I could do that. Any requests?”

Nicky tilted her head, taking a moment to think. “Can you do that one from Grease? The magic one?”

Jan giggled softly, knowing she meant ‘Those Magic Changes.’ The song had been buried in her repertoire for ages until she’d stumbled upon a clip of her performing it in her freshman year of college. She’d sent it to Nicky, just thinking it’d be a cute throwback of sorts, but her penpal absolutely loved it, and brought it up every time she could. She didn’t quite get it, but she was thrilled that there was something she could do that would make her so happy. “For you? Of course.”

Once Jan found the karaoke version of the song on her phone, she played it and sang along, serenading Nicky as she’d done a number of times. While it was night time in France, it was still late afternoon for her, so she wasn’t concerned about the volume. Though, even if it had been later, she probably would have risked it – it just wouldn’t be the same if she used her ‘neighbor friendly’ voice.

Nicky applauded cheerfully when Jan finished. Her eyes were bright and warm with the enthusiasm of a child who just heard their favorite bedtime story despite getting it every night. It simply never got old for her. “You’re going to have to sing me to sleep every night once we’re in the same time zone,” she mused.

“You know I will,” Jan smiled softly, her mind conjuring up the image of the two of them laying in bed together, cuddled up close after a long day. Nicky would hold her in her arms while she sang to her, then fall asleep in her embrace, knowing she would sleep soundly because she got to wake up in her arms. She already knew what she smelled like, thanks to her scented letters, and longed to be able to wake up to it lingering on her skin instead of soaked into paper, she just yearned for the day where none of her senses were deprived of the other girl.

“You’re so good to me,” she cooed.

“That’s right, now I’m going to remind you to take that makeup off.” She chuckled. “It’s like, a quarter to eleven where you are, I don’t want you falling asleep with all that on.”

Nicky snorted softly. “There it is.” She rolled her eyes fondly, then reached across her desk. “I came prepared for this,” she explained, holding up a pack of makeup wipes. And, just to assure her she was actually following through, she took a wipe out and began cleaning off her face.

Jan grinned triumphantly. “See? I knew I’d start to rub off on you sooner or later.” Of course, she was guilty of just as many bad habits, if not more. But that was beside the point as far as she was concerned. Either way, she watched until Nicky had finished cleaning off her face, and she almost found it unfair that someone could be even more flawless underneath the makeup.

“Okay, I’m going to get ready for bed before you lecture me about that too,” Nicky teased. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye!” She blew a kiss at the screen before they ended the call.

After the call ended, Jan closed her laptop and got up to look in the mirror. She stared at herself, silently questioning why she was like this, so hopelessly taken with someone that it clouded her judgement, that she let thoughts of her cloud both her waking thoughts and her dreams. It was as frustrating and painful as it was intoxicatingly addictive.

The only thing that pulled Jan from her train of thoughts was her phone ringing, and she nearly dropped it as she got it out from her pocket. “What’s up, Crystal? Please tell me this isn’t a crisis call.”

“No, no, everything’s fine,” Crystal quickly assured. “We’re at Gigi’s mom’s house and she invited us to stay for dinner. So I won’t be back for like… another couple hours, give or take.”

“Oh, okay, cool. I take it the ring issue was taken care of?”

Crystal beamed, admiring the ring on her finger as if Gigi had actually proposed to her with it. “Everything’s fine on that front, trust me. I have to send you a picture of this, you’re gonna die.”

Jan laughed lightly. “I’m sure I will. Go ahead, then enjoy your dinner. Tell Mama Goode I said hi.”

“Can do,” Crystal assured before hanging up, her eyes still trained on the ring. The ring itself was rose gold, the band carved with vine-like design. The diamond at the center was square-cut and surrounded by tiny, round diamonds. While just towing the line of being over-the-top, it had the sort of unique, quirky vibe that made it perfect for someone like her.

“It’s like it was made for you,” Gigi had told her when she picked it out. “It’s actually kind of spooky.” She had picked out a ring for herself as well, one that had more of an antique aesthetic that she appreciated. It was gold with diamonds embedded along the band, centering an ornately-bordered radiant-cut diamond. It wasn’t as flashy as Crystal’s, but she was drawn to the details in the ring.

When they put their left hands on the table next to each other, they noted that there weren’t any significant similarities between what they’d chosen, but both of their personalities seemed properly represented. “We should have a little hand-modeling shoot for this,” Gigi mused, figuring she could ask her mom for help with that as well. They had explained their circumstances right away, and much to their relief, Gigi’s mom had found their story to be very funny and agreed to help however they needed under the condition that she could retell the tale once everything was over with. Crystal was happy to agree to these conditions, while Gigi did so more reluctantly.

Crystal wouldn’t admit as much, but as she sat down for dinner with the Goodes, it felt all too right. Like she was just having a meal with her future wife and mother-in-law, the energy that flowed among the three of them was always so calm and natural, even-keeled and even quiet at times. It was a stark contrast from her own family dinners in both positive and negative ways. But when it came down to it, what stood out the most to her was that she felt so perfectly at home with them, she couldn’t help but wish this at least felt fake. It would be easier to bear when it was all over.

[flyingkiki]

How long will you stay?

Ask and you shall receive! A lot of you seemed to like Stay. I received a request to do a follow up piece on that story. So here it is! :)

If you have not yet read Stay, you may want to read it. I created a series for these two stories - and I just may continue writing out other one-shots connected to this story arch. They're pretty fun to write out. :) 

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NYU’s graduation ceremony was, for the lack of a better term, massive. The whole graduating class, their families and friends, the university’s faculty, and probably half of New York were all crammed into the Yankee Stadium. It was like New York – crowded, loud, and so extra.

The Yankee Stadium was filled with a massive sea of purple. Graduates dressed in their graduation gowns filled the bleachers, loudly cheering on classmates, faculty, and whoever really came up on stage. Everyone was armed with bells and whistles making the atmosphere way more festive than any traditional graduation ceremony.

It was exhilarating to say the least. And once everyone was told that they were official graduates and the whole Yankee Stadium erupted into loud cheers, chanting, and fireworks, Raven let out a long breath and laughed in relief. It was done – she had graduated.

Watching purple and white confetti float through the air, Raven felt a smile grow on her lips. Her purple hair tickled her chin and neck in the cool wind and her purple eyes greedily drank in the sight of celebrating graduates and faculty. An immense sense of pride and accomplishment filled her, realizing that she had finally completed her degrees and gained some level of a normal live outside of the Titans.

They could hear celebratory music as everyone piled out of the stadium to meet up with family and friends. Once Raven and some of her classmates stepped out they were greeted by a sea of people. Raven smiled softly at the celebratory atmosphere and allowed herself a moment to bask in the emotions of other people.

Spotting the parents of her friend Camille approach, Raven waved at the approaching couple. Giving Camille and her parents a moment, Raven stepped back and watched the middle aged couple shower their daughter with praises.

“Congratulations, Rachel,” Camille’s mother, Annie, offered Raven a brief hug. Her ash blonde hair ticked Raven’s nose. Pulling away, Annie squeezed Raven’s arms tenderly. “A double degree and top of your class, I am so impressed,”

Raven blushed at the attention. “Thank you,”

���Rachel was one of the most hardworking students in our class,” Camille paused and sent a teasing grin at Raven. “She barely even ate, slept, or went out on dates or parties,”

Camille’s father raised his eyebrow at his daughter. “Can’t say the same thing about you,”

“Hey!”

Ignoring squabble between father and daughter, Annie looked at Raven kindly. “What are your plans, dear?”

Raven’s fingers curled around her graduation cap and she hugged the cap to her chest. “I’ll be traveling a bit and then I’ll start on a research post at a University. There are some interesting studies happening on ancient languages,”

“That sounds nice dear,” the older woman blinked and Raven was absolutely sure that she was not interested in her ancient literature research job. “Do you know where you’re moving to?”

Raven’s lips curled slightly upward and she felt a soft flutter in the pit of her stomach at the thought. Tapping her graduation cap thoughtfully, she looked up at the elderly woman. “Gotham,”

“Mom, Raven and I are just going to take a quick photo with the rest of the history department,” Camille announced and pulled Raven away from the elderly couple. Tugging her towards the small group of history majors, Raven smiled softly at the group she had grown to call her friends.

The square outside of the stadium was still packed and noisy as Raven and her classmates posed for group photos. They talked about missing each other, personal plans, and made promises to stay in touch as much as possible. While Raven was not close to most of the group, she deeply appreciated everyone who was part of her journey through NYU. Eyeing the noisy group fondly, it still amazed her how normal it all seemed.

“I’m going to miss you,” Camille hugged Raven. Her aura reminded Raven a lot of Kori’s – warm, friendly, and full of life.

Raven hugged the curly haired brunette back. “I’ll miss you too, Camille.”

“I’ll miss your hangover remedies too, Rachel,” Camille grinned. “I never seem to get the recipe right,”

Raven rolled her eyes playfully. “Probably never.” Truth be told, the herbal tea with honey she gave Camille on occasion may just have held a bit of healing magic that helped her friend feel a little less nauseous after one sorority party too many.

Behind them they could hear their classmates make plans to meet up on the weekend for celebratory drinks. Everyone agreed on meeting at a bar downtown Friday night.

“Did you want to join my family for dinner?” Camille asked.

Raven contemplated the offer but decided against it. She’d rather spend a quiet evening at home and call Victor and Kori. Shaking her head, she gave her friend a soft smile. “You enjoy your night with your parents. They flew in for you. I’ll be alright,”

Camille gave her friend a worried look. “Yeah, but I –” Raven watched in confusion as Camille’s eyes widened at something behind Raven and she all but grabbed Raven’s forearm and squeezed. Her voice dropped down to a whisper and leaned into her. “Look!”

Raven blinked at her friend’s antics. Shaking off the vice-like grip around her arm, Raven adjusted her graduation gown as it had slipped down her shoulder before turning around to take a curious look at what caught her friend’s attention.

“Isn’t that –”

With his impeccable black Armani suit Tim Drake stood out like sore thumb in a sea of purple, sundresses, and spring clothing. Standing a few feet away from them, he stared at Raven with a bright smile and fingers curled around a small bouquet of calla lilies. He raised his hand in greeting and walked up to them.

Raven’s chest fluttered at the sight of him and how ridiculously handsome he looked suit. She felt her lips twitch and she fought of the urge to break into a smile. Tilting her head lightly, her eyes shone with a hint of amusement. Tim Drake was full of surprises. She raised her left hand and offered a small wave in return.

“You know Tim Drake?” She heard her friend whisper harshly into her ear.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, not breaking eye contact with an amused Tim. Absently mumbling that she’d be right back, Raven felt her stupid stomach flutter without permission. Fighting off a smile, she walked up to Tim.

They met halfway and Raven noticed a few nosy heads turning their way because why on earth would Tim Drake-Wayne be at a NYU graduation?

“Hi,”

Purple eyes were bright with emotions as she looked up into warm blue eyes. “Hi.” Tilting her head, her lips curled slightly. “Are those for me?” she asked, her gaze dropping briefly to his right hand.

“Yes,” Tim broke into a soft laugh and nodded. It had been a week since he last saw Raven and seeing her again, after their evening at the gala and everything that happened after, stirred a pleasant warmth in him. He offered her the small bouquet, calla lilies wrapped in a thin purple band. Their fingers brushed against each other and Tim realized how he missed her touch. Scratch that, he missed her. Raven was addicting.

“Thank you,” Raven smiled. She felt the familiar brush of his emotions against hers and she gently allowed them to settle around her. Tilting her head, she eyed him playfully. “You’re here.”

“And I feel very overdressed,” Tim laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He looked around briefly before turning his full attention back to Raven, offering her a gentle smile. “I thought I’d congratulate you personally. I know you don’t like surprises, but –” Tim sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.

Raven shrugged, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. “I don’t mind. It’s a pleasant surprise,”

Tim’s smile widened, looking pleased. “Good,” He blinked and shuffled a bit closer to her. “I wanted to see you again,”

“It’s nice to see you again too,” She released a soft breathy chuckle. Raven’s fingers absently stroked the smooth stalks of the calla lilies. They had been in touch since that absurdly sinful evening a week ago. Raven had barely made it to her flight back to New York. They had been talking about seeing each other again, but she honestly did not expect to see Tim again so soon.

“What are your plans tonight?” Tim asked her curiously, though he already knew that answer from when they Skyped a few days ago.

“Chinese Takeout and Netflix?”

“And chill?” Tim leaned in just a little bit into her space and offered that familiar teasing warmth from a week ago.

Raven laughed, the sound bright and soft. Tim silently vowed to make her laugh more. “Maybe,” she teased in return.

Tim chuckled and clicked his tongue. “Chinese takeout will not do. We need to celebrate,”

“We do?”

Tim hummed softly. “We do.” Stepping up next to her, he dropped an arm around her back and gently touched the small of her back. Looking down at her amused face, he grinned. “Shall we?”

“I’ll just say goodbye to my friend,” Raven quickly handed him her graduation cap and flowers and hurried back to Camille. Ignoring Camille’s stunned look (“Tim Drake?! Really? I thought you weren’t dating anybody!”), Raven hugged her friend and promised they’d meet up soon. After quickly saying goodbye to the rest of her classmates, she hurried back to Tim and took her graduation cap and flowers out his hands again.

“Ready?”

Raven nodded and they headed towards the parking lot where Tim parked his car. They walked in companionable silence, save for Raven’s light teasing when there was still no driver around (“How un-Wayne of you.”). Tim laughed while fishing out his car keys.

Unlocking the car doors, he watched as Raven pulled off her purple graduation gown, revealing a simple short spaghetti strap dress with a modest v-neckline. Opening the backdoor of his car, Raven folded her graduation gown and deposited everything in his backseat. After making sure the small bouquet of calla lilies was safe in the backseat, Raven straightened and closed the door. Feeling eyes on her, she looked up and caught Tim staring at her. “What?”

Leaning against his open door, Tim felt his stomach flutter as he watched Raven move around his car with such ease and familiarity. Drinking in the sight of Raven across of him, he watched as her hair framed her face and her purple eyes were bright as she looked back at him. She looked breathtaking. It amazed Tim how much he missed the sight of her. He offered her a gentle smile. “You’re beautiful,” he told her. He felt his emotions soar at her smile.

A soft blush painted her cheeks and Raven playfully rolled her eyes as she moved towards the front seat. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Tim Drake,” she said before opening the door and slipping in.

Tim laughed and slipped into the driver’s seat. His eyes danced in mirth and he leaned into her space just a tiny bit. “Not even to Netflix and chill?” he teased.

Raven busied herself with pulling her seatbelt around her. “Maybe,” she chuckled.

Tim grinned and watched as her lips curled upward. “Good,” he said. There was a pregnant pause as they stared at each other, finally in a more private setting away from the prying eyes of the public. Inhaling softly, Tim blinked and his gaze briefly dropped to her lips. “Raven?”

“Hmm?” The car doors automatically locked around them.

“May I kiss you?”

Tilting her head just a little bit, her purple hair tickled her jaw. Raven felt her own emotions slowly simmer under her skin in anticipation and a grin curled up her lips. “You don’t have to ask every time,”

With practiced ease, Tim’s hand slipped over her cheek and pressed his lips softly against hers. Pressing in more, and tilting her head just right, he felt her hum softly against his lips. His thumb swept gently over her cheek, before slipping behind her neck and drinking the sigh that slipped past her lips. Fingers curling around her neck and hair, Tim tried to steal more of her soft keens as her own fingers ran into his hair and pulled him closer. His tongue urgently swiped against hers, Tim drank her moan. In the haze of her kisses, Tim thought how sinfully addicting Raven truly was.

Raven sank into the heated kiss and ignored how her seatbelt cut into her shoulder. She inhaled the familiar scent of sandalwood and felt her body react instinctively to Tim’s warm emotions. She groaned softly at the familiar heady contact, taking her back to that night days ago and felt her want pool low in her stomach.

There was a loud bang outside their car as a group of graduates rushed past with a confetti canon. As the loud, muted chanting continued outside the car, Raven pulled back reluctantly. Her body was practically burning with heat and her emotions were purring, chasing after the innocent – yet heated – moment. Feeling both of Tim’s thumbs brush her cheeks as he cupped her face, Raven’s stomach fluttered. “Hi,” she whispered, a small smile forming on her lips. Her fingers danced around his neck.

Tim laughed softly and tipped forward just a little bit and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Happy Graduation,”

Raven stared into his blue eyes and silently marveled at how whatever was happening between her and Tim was unfolding. Feeling content and happy, she smiled. “Was that my graduation gift?” she teased.

Tim laughed and pulled away. Sending her a boyish grin as some of his hair fell into his eyes. “I hope you’re not complaining.”

Releasing a soft laugh and running a hand through her hair, Raven leaned back into her seat. Eyes dancing in amusement, she titled her head. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

“Good,” Tim’s grin widened. Turning his attention back towards the front of the car and turning on the engine, he smiled. “Now how about some celebratory dinner?”

Feeling blissful and lighter than she did in years, Raven settled into her seat and watched Tim smile. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Do you have any preference?” Tim asked her curiously.

Raven shrugged and quirked her lips at him. “You seem full of surprises today. Surprise me, Tim Drake.”

Chuckling under his breath, Tim nodded and turned his attention to driving them out of the parking lot. “Okay, I can do that,”

~

Raven was pleasantly surprised as dinner was just as much as an art affair as it was dinner. They had dinner at one of the new restaurants in the city with its dark walls lined with modern paintings and sculptures tucked into key corners and archways. She was happy how Tim was familiar with some of the pieces and their artists. She thoroughly enjoyed both dinner and the company.

“Do you like New York?” Tim asked as they were driving to her apartment after dinner.

“More or less?” Raven shrugged and kept her eyes on the road in front of them. “It’s a really busy city with so many people. But it has a lot of interesting places to discover, so I guess that kind of balances it out,”

They stopped at the traffic light by the intersection and Tim sent her a crooked grin. “I usually come here a couple of times a year for work. Had I known you’re here, I would have asked you to give me a grand tour,”

Raven raised an eyebrow at him teasingly. “Just a tour?”

“Among other things,” Tim threw back at her with a quick grin that earned him a soft laugh.

They rounded the corner and approached a residential block. Stopping in front of an old brick building that was probably a warehouse back in the day, Tim parked his car along the curbside. Turning to Raven, he wondered how the night would end. “This is it?”

Briefly looking out the car window, Raven nodded. “Yeah. It’s a small loft. I got this when I first came to New York. Never moved.” She blinked and turned to him. There was a beat of silence and she felt her body react the gentle brush of emotions from Tim. “I don’t have a grand library like you have at Wayne Manor, but,” she tilted her head with a playful smile, purple eyes bright under the light of the lamppost. “Would you like to see my book collection?”

Trying to fight off a wide smile, Tim breathed in softly and smiled. “I’d love to.”

There was an air of anticipation that hung heavily over them as they stepped out of the car. Tim offered to carry her graduation things, plus the slice of cheesecake they got for takeout. He watched her throw a small smile over her shoulder as he stood next to her by her apartment’s front door and fumble with her house keys. As the light of the lamppost spilled over her pale shoulders, Tim felt himself enthralled by Raven.

“It’s a little bit messy since I already started packing things up,” said Raven while trying to ignore the soft press of Tim’s emotions. She chuckled when he teasingly replied, “How un-Raven of you.”

They climbed the old staircase and she sent him another amused smile. “But I guess the place should be okay for a guest from Wayne Manor,”

They made it to the third floor and he followed her down the hall. “Hey, I don’t live at the manor anymore so I am not a “Guest from Wayne Manor,” he chuckled and watched her open the door of her apartment.

Raven tutted as she opened her door. “Excuses, excuses,” she hummed and flicked on the light switch by the door. They both stepped into an open space loft. Stepping aside, she allowed Tim to enter and locked the door behind them.

“Make yourself at home,” Raven told him, slipping past him and briefly touching his elbow. She removed her heels by the doorway and padded towards the kitchen tucked in the corner of the loft. “Do you want something to drink?”

Tim watched Raven look so relaxed and at home and so normal in her apartment and it made him smile. It was hard to imagine such a small young woman could easily destroy an entire planet with a flick of her wrist. “Yeah, sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he said, before following into her apartment.

It was a moderately sized apartment with old brick walls and high ceilings. Dropping the cheesecake box and her things on the glass coffee table in the living room area, Tim removed his coat jacket and draped it over the plush grey sofa. His fingers absently ran over the fluffy throw blanket draped over one the couch’s arms.

Sparing a brief glance over his shoulder at Raven where she busied herself in the kitchen, Tim walked around the apartment intent to learn more about the purple haired woman that captivated. In one corner of the room he could see her bedroom hidden behind a curtain of dark drapes. He could see some books and trinkets strewn over shelves and cabinets. With the mountain of pillows and the plush bed, he could imagine Raven buried deep in the covers of her bed with a pile of books.

A few boxes were lined against the walls of her apartment, some already filled with books and other personal effects. But everything else in the apartment seemed to still be in the right place. Walking towards one of the walls, he curiously eyed some photos that lined the shelves. Photos of her and the old Titans team littered the shelves, as well as notebooks and collectibles from NYU. Fairy lights hung across over her TV and bundled around a potted plant that seemed to have seen better days. Tim’s lips quirked at the sight of the dying plant. Apparently she didn’t have a green thumb.

“It’s been on a steady decline towards death,” commented Raven, as she silently appeared next to him holding two stemless wine glasses filled with white wine. Handing him one, she eyed the rubber plant with disdain. “I placed a few lights around it just to make it look pretty,” she told him before moving forward and switching on the fairy lights.

The fairy lights strung across the walls came to life and cast a soft glow over them. Tim smiled at the sight of Raven bathed in the light and couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked. After taking a sip of his wine, he offered her a smile. “Well, it does look better with the lights,” he said.

Raven hummed in agreement. Turning around, she placed her wine glass on the table and took the box of cheesecake. “I’ll go get us some forks and a plate for this,” she said and left him by the glowing plant.

Walking towards the bay windows where her bookshelf was tucked into one corner of the room, Tim looked at the impressive display of books. He smiled at the sight of some familiar pieces and absently picked up a worn copy of the Little Prince that lay on top of some pillows in what he assumed to be her reading corner.

“Favorite book?” Tim asked curiously, looking over his shoulder as Raven placed the slice of cheesecake on the table and turned on her TV.

“Yeah,” she looked up from fumbling with her remote control. Dropping it on the couch, she joined Tim next to her old bookcase. Standing next to him by the window, she eyed the book fondly. “I forgot how many times I’ve read that book.”

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” Tim read from the book. Looking down at Raven, he gave her a small smile. “The Little Prince sure knew his stuff,”

Raven laughed and plucked the book out of his hand. Dropping it back onto her reading chair, she looked at her bookshelf. “So what do you think?”

Tim tilted his head and inspected the shelf again. “It’s impressive, there are some pretty rare copies here. But I’m honestly not surprised of you hoarding so many books,”

Raven rolled her eyes. “It’s not hoarding, it’s collecting.”

Tim laughed and nudged her gently. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Rae.” Tilting his head towards the big industrial window, he looked out and stared at the small park that was visible from where they stood. With the park illuminated by the lampposts, they silently watched the leaves rustle in the muggy spring air. “This is a really nice view you got here,” he commented.

Raven stood next to him and absently played with her wine glass. It felt like they were back on the balcony at the Gotham City Gala, playfully tiptoeing around each other. Though this time there was no need to tiptoe. Raven smiled into her glass as she took a sip of her wine. “Yeah,” she said and eyed the maple tree as it swayed softly in the night. “It’s pretty. Especially in Autumn.”

Tim smiled softly and his attention shifted to her. “Yeah, it is.”

She felt her heart do a familiar leap in her chest as she caught him staring at her. “I like to sit here a lot and read,” she revealed. “And when I’m not reading, I like to watch people at the park or walk by. It’s nice to observe them from here,”

“And think of their lives?” asked Tim.

Raven’s fingers curled around her wine glass and her finger danced over the rim of the glass. “Yeah,” she breathed and watched some of the branches of the maple tree bend. “When I watch people pass by, it feels like I have a normal life because they have a normal life. I just sit here, eat breakfast, work on a book report, and watch people run down the street going to god knows where, doing god knows what. For a few moments, it would feel like I wasn’t some half-demon who runs around in spandex. It just feels normal because I’m part of their lives, being the nosy neighbor on the 3rd floor of an old warehouse finishing up her history thesis,” she looked up to him and tilted her head a little. “Does that make sense?”

Tim blinked and felt a bit breathless at the confession. “Yeah, it makes perfect sense.” He looked at her and watched as she smiled up at him. “Do you like having a sense of normal?”

Raven shrugged and turned back to the window. They watched a cat scurry down the street and disappear into the park. “I like it. When you live a good part of your life thinking you’re destined to destroy the world, you just kind of want to just have some sort of normal to human standards,”

Tim nodded and offered her an understanding smile. “But you help the Titans and the Justice League Dark once in a while?”

Raven nodded. “Yeah, if they really need me, I help out once in a while. Constantine can be such a pain in the ass if I don’t help out,” she rolled her eyes.

“Do you think you’d still just want a normal life now that you’re done with university?” Tim asked.

Raven shrugged and sent him a playful look. “Maybe. I’d imagine Gotham has a few apartments where I can people watch,”

He felt his pulse speed up and he inhaled softly. They had talked about this before, and he had enticed her so many times to come move to Gotham for work, and he already knew her answer. But wanted to hear her words again – to hear them from her straight from her mouth, not through the distance of their phones and spotty Skype calls.  It made everything seem more final – more real. “Oh, Gotham?” His lips quirked up and some of his hair fell into his blue eyes as he tilted his head towards her.

Raven tried to fight off the smile that grew on her lips. His warm emotions brushed against hers. “Gotham University is opening up new research project. They’re taking me into their ancient literature research project,” she said.

Tim smiled at the thought of Raven within short distance in the same city as he was in. The image of Raven curled up on his bay window at home in Gotham with books and papers strewn around her sent an exciting thrill down his spine. “That’s exciting,” he said stepping in closer into her space.

The corners of her eyes crinkled in the familiar amused and teasing way he had grown to love (love?) as she looked up at him. She bounced once on her bare feet and nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” she said. Leaning into him just a little bit, her shoulders brushed against his. “You better help me unpack all my books, Tim Drake,” she teased.

Tim released a soft laugh, emotions soaring. Impulsively brushing some of her purple hair behind her ear, he studied her pleased expression. Keeping his hand behind her neck, he pitched forward and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he pulled back and smiled. “I’ll do you even better and put all your books into the moving truck myself,” he said.

Raven felt her emotions excitedly flutter at his warm presence. Her left hand reached up and her fingers curled around his forearm, pushing him gently away. Her purple eyes stared into his shining blue eyes, and she slipped out of his reach. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she said with a lilt in her voice.

“I promise!”

She chuckled and turned on her heels, walking back to the living room and dropping into her couch. She watched as Tim moved to join her on the couch. A silent thrill went down her spine as she watched Tim move around her apartment with such ease. It was such a pleasant sight.

Tim chuckled softly as he sat down next to her and stared at her TV. “So, Netflix?” his blue eyes were dancing in amusement as he looked between the Netflix selection and Raven. The thought of them doing exactly this, watching crappy Netflix series together in his apartment, made his heart skip a beat. There was an excited, happy thrum in his emotions.

Raven curled her feet under her and settled back comfortably on the couch. Cradling her wine glass in her lap, she grabbed the remote and began scrolling through movie options. “Well, that was the original plan.”

Tim placed his half empty wine glass on the table. Leaning back on the couch, he chuckled softly and began to unbutton the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up to his elbow. Absently watching Raven scroll through the selections, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. “Your apartment is really nice,” said Tim as Raven continued to go through the selections.

Raven paused her search on Netflix, stopping at the Tiger King, and turned her attention back to Tim. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his loose tie and rolled up sleeves. It was sinful how he looked like a GQ model, really. “Comfortable?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. Tim just shrugged in reply. “Thanks. I like this apartment. I’m going to miss living here,” she smiled fondly and looked around briefly. “It’s been difficult to pack everything up though,”

Tim eyed the boxes in the corner and turned to looked at her. “I could help you pack some stuff up if you want some help,” he offered, shifting in his seat and moving closer to her.

“Oh?” Raven tilted her head and eyed him curiously. “And Batman will not mind?”

Tim watched her place her wine glass on the table and curl back into the couch, shifting to her side to look up at him. “Well, after leaving me at the Gala for Paris, Batman can suck it,” he said, shrugging simply.

Raven tutted playfully. “How un-Wayne of you,” she teased and draped her right arm comfortably over the back of the couch as she looked at an amused Tim.

Turning to her fully, Tim leaned against the back of the couch and casually reached out his hand to gently touch her forearm draped over the couch. His touch was familiar and warm against her cool skin. His fingers curled around her forearm and squeezed gently. “Well, my offer stands,” he said softly, his gaze switching from the arm he held to her face. “And I’ll be honest and say I’d like to spend more time with you,” He shrugged with a playful grin. “And Bruce can suck it,”

Raven felt her skin burst into hot flames at the warm press of his hand against her skin. His emotions made her body hum and she unconsciously tipped forward into his space, seeking his warm presence. Whatever they were tumbling into, this pleasant feeling, Raven welcomed. She wanted more. “Stay. I’d like that,” she said, much to her embarrassment a little breathlessly.

Not bothering to ask her this time, Tim leaned into her space and caught her lips in soft, meaningful kiss. Sighing against the press of her lips, he pulled back and beamed at her flushed face. “I’d like that too,” he whispered against her lips.

She knew was in deep as her emotions pleasantly purred. Raven hummed and pitched forward, kissing him briefly in return. Chasing after his warmth, she scooted closer towards him and her knees pressed into his thigh. She smiled against his lips as his right hand dropped to her thigh and fingers danced over the exposed flesh. Sighing softly at the pleasant press his lips against hers, her hands slid over his arms and curled around his neck, drawing him closer for a hungry kiss.

“For how long will you stay,” she whispered against his lips before tipping her body forward as his other hand possessively curled around the nape of her neck and she groaned softly as fingers curled into her hair. “To help me pack?”

Tim all but drank the groan that slipped past her lips and angled her head just the right way he knew she liked. She tasted of cheesecake and wine, Tim groaned softly as his tongue slipped against her own. Kissing her lips hungrily and feeling desire pool low in his stomach, Tim’s hand slid up her thigh and played with the hem of her dress that pooled just around the swell of hips. Nipping her bottom lip, he smirked at the soft sight and kissed her chastely. “As long as it takes,” he mumbled and pressed forward for another kiss. He pulled away and breathed in deeply, relishing how her breath fanned over his lips and his heart raced wildly against his chest. “To get every book into a box,”

“Hmm,” Raven made a sound of approval in the back of her throat as his fingers trailed underneath her dress and danced around the swell of her hips. She cupped Tim’s face with both of her hands and pressed a long, heady kiss against his lips. She surged forward and hummed as his hand slid from the back of her neck down to the small of her back, leaving a hot train of want. “Do you have extra clothes?” she whispered as they pulled away briefly to breathe before diving in for another greedy kiss. His long hair tickled her forehead and she pressed a long kiss against his lips, groaning softly as his tongue slipped into her mouth. “It might take a few days,” she whispered against the corner of his mouth.  

Tim ran his fingers up her back again and teasingly stroked her exposed neck and drank her sigh with another long kiss. Heat pooled low in his stomach and he honestly wanted nothing more than to press her into her couch and devour her. “I can buy some clothes tomorrow,” he mumbled against her lips.

He heard her hum thoughtfully and pull away just a little, her lips pressing teasingly against the corner of his mouth. He felt her shift against him and press her body into his and he instinctively allowed his hand to slip completely under her dress completely and tease the lace underwear around the swell of her hips. Her nimble hands dropped to his chest and Tim groaned as her lips fell to his neck and she placed a hot kiss against his pulse point. Teeth slipped over his neck and Tim twitched under her.

“I don’t think you need clothes,” Raven whispered hotly against his neck and one innocent finger slipped into the knot of his tie. she tugged it teasingly.

“Raven,” Tim groaned loudly and tipped his head over the back of the couch in ecstasy as Raven pressed her body fully into his and all but consumed his neck. His hand instinctively slipped over her lace panties and cupped her ass, possessively pulling her into his lap. His mind slipped into a haze of want and desire.

“Yes,” she breathily whispered and pressed a kiss against the underside of Tim’s chin. She moved into his lap, hips beginning a torturous slow rhythm that sought release against the telltale hard press of his own hips. His emotions burned her skin and as her fingers sought the skin of his neck, Raven was sure she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by Tim’s emotions for a long while.

Capturing Raven in a deep kiss, both of Tim’s hands slipped under her dress. He groaned into her lips as she rocked against him and his fingers brushed past her lacy underwear and up her sides. His hands stopped at her ribcage, her dress now pooled around his hands. Releasing her lips, he dipped down and kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. Listening to her soft keen as his teeth grazed her heated flesh, Tim vowed to dedicate his life to elicit more of those addicting gasps she made. She deserved nothing more than to be pleased into oblivion.

“I think,” Raven heard Tim whisper against her neck and she tipped her head back with a gasp as he breath fanned across the heated skin. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, seeking some sort anchor as she felt herself drowning in their emotions. She rocked her lips into lap, feeling the hard press of his on desires against her. Raven whimpered. His fingers slipped higher, drawing her dress with them, and exposing herself more to him. Fingers slipped under her lacy bra and her emotions roared.

“I don’t think you need clothes either,”

[missjanjie]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered | (2/?)

Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered Summary:   Jan is in love with her French pen pal, Nicky. Her roommate, Crystal, is in love with her best friend, Gigi. A (perhaps ill-thought out) plan emerges: give Nicky a reason to visit by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi’s wedding. With a month to pull the scheme together, no one knows how this will end up. Word Count: 2.9k (this chapter) / 5.8k (total) Relationship(s): Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode Rating: T (so far)

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and thanks to @janssports for beta-ing~

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Crystal had spent two days trying to figure out how to explain this new situation to Gigi. She considered testing the waters by joking about it, then thought maybe she should just rip the Band-Aid off and tell her outright. But any train of thought drove her right into a wall. And Jan wasn’t much help either.

“Maybe you could text her,” Jan had mused offhandedly. She was trying to help as much as she could – her suggestion was made while she was sitting in front of her laptop researching what actually went into planning a wedding, method acting, if you will. They were committed to this lie now, it seemed like there was no choice but to go all in.

“Text her?!” Crystal’s eyes were wide, she couldn’t possibly be serious. “I can’t just be like, ‘Hey Geege, Jan told Nicky we’re getting married lol T-T-Y-L and hope for the best.”

“Well, obviously not that, no one says T-T-Y-L anymore.”

“Jan!”

Jan sighed, spinning her desk chair around to face her. “I’m sorry, but I already have a lot of ground to cover. Telling Gigi is your job.”

Crystal threw her head back and whined. “But I don’t wanna.”

“Would you rather I do it?”

She quickly put her hands up in surrender. “No, no, I got it,” she assured. “She’s still at the studio, I’ll just… go there and tell her when she’s finished. I’ll call you if I need backup.”

“Get it done, sis.” Jan hummed before turning back to the screen, mumbling under her breath about how unreasonably expensive wedding bouquets are. “They’re flowers. Why would you pay that much for fucking flowers?”

And Crystal had hoped the walk she took from there to the studio would help her build her nerve, but she was hit with a new wave of anxiety the moment Gigi saw her.

Gigi waved her over, not straying from her work station. “I’ll be about another fifteen minutes or so, but you can just hang out if you don’t mind waiting.”

“Oh, yeah, no that’s fine,” she assured, sitting at one of the empty stations. On a normal day, she would enjoy watching Gigi at work. There was something almost magical about watching someone create art they were passionate about that Crystal found absolutely entrancing. Plus, it was Gigi – she could watch her read the phone book.

“So, what’s up with you?” Gigi asked casually, holding up two different types of lace against white fabric.

Crystal wasn’t sure what she opened her mouth to say, but she ended up blurting out, “We need to pretend to be getting married when Nicky comes here to visit Jan.”

That stopped Gigi in her tracks. She set the lace down and turned to face her friend. “I’m sorry, what?”

Crystal took a deep breath, feeling almost relieved that she had ripped the bandage off, but still worried that she wouldn’t be able to explain herself in a way that would actually get the other girl on board with this charade. “So… here’s the thing. Jan obviously really wants to see Nicky in person, but they haven’t been able to commit to a plan. So I, being the super smart person I am, suggested she tell her there’s an event coming up that she should fly out for. And… long story short that event is our wedding and now we’re along for the ride.”

Gigi blinked, taking the time to digest the information she received. “What the fuck, Crystal?” She pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Well, when’s the ‘wedding?’”

“In like, a month. Maybe two.”

With her lips still in a fine line, Gigi let out a strangled noise of frustration. “In a month or two,” she repeated, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “You know what? Fuck it, let’s do what we have to do.”

Crystal felt a massive weight lift from her chest and she exhaled deeply. “Really?”

“I mean, I’m never gonna let you hear the end of it, but yeah. Sure. Why not?” She shrugged. Glancing over at her dress, she decided she’d done enough work for the day. “I guess we better reconvene with Jan then.”

As she pushed herself back to her feet, Crystal still felt a little lightheaded. Sure, she was thanking every possible deity that Gigi was on board with this half-baked scheme, but now she would have far fewer chances to suppress and ignore her feelings. “Yeah, she’ll definitely appreciate that.”

When they did return to the apartment, Jan was still on her laptop in her room, deeply immersed in her research. It took Crystal and Gigi getting right in front of her for her to even become aware of her presence. “Oh, hey guys,” she greeted, setting her laptop next to her on the bed before looking at Crystal. “Did you tell her?”

“Very subtle, Jan,” Crystal retorted flatly. “But yes, I told her.”

“When did you tell Nicky to come here?” Gigi asked.

Jan shrugged. “I didn’t give a specific date yet. So, you know, work that out amongst yourselves. Also, you guys should get registered at some stores. At least that way if someone stumbles upon it, you could get like… a toaster or something.”

“I do love toast,” Gigi mused. “But I wanna know just how far we’re taking this. Like, are Crystal and I gonna pretend to get married? Do we break up? Or are you gonna wait til after you get Nicky in bed with you and then tell her the truth?”

“I… haven’t actually gotten that far yet,” she admitted. “I don’t think we should stage a fake wedding, though. Because then you guys are just gonna have to keep up the act indefinitely or get a fake divorce. We’ll work it out as we keep going.”

Crystal leaned against Jan’s desk, finally coming to terms with the fact that the three of them were definitely not backing out of this, that there was no chance of just scrapping the plan and calling it a day. “So other than that, what do we need to do?”

Jan picked her laptop back up. “We need to make a couple of invitations, I figure we could just get one or two free samples, just to send one to Nicky and keep one for our own records. Crystal needs to rent or borrow a dress, and we should probably go through the motions of planning a wedding without like, going fifty thousand dollars in debt.”

“Rings!” Gigi suddenly exclaimed. “What are we gonna do about rings? That’s a pretty fucking important part of being engaged.”

Crystal and Jan looked at each other, both of them searching for an answer, but there was the slightest bit of amusement in their expressions when it became clear that Gigi was now taking this as seriously as they were. “I’m sure we could get some convincing fake ones online. It’s not like she’s a professional jewelry appraiser,” Jan suggested.

“I’m not wearing something that’ll turn my finger green,” Gigi warned with a grave deadpan. “I’ll see if my mom has anything we can borrow. She has a collection of vintage and like, random, unique jewelry. I’m sure she’ll let me temporarily poach something off of her.”

Jan arched her brow. “So you’re gonna rope her into this too? Or are you gonna give her some other excuse?”

That gave Gigi pause, and she realized she was either going to bring another person into the party or dig all of them into a deeper hole. “I should probably just tell her,” she decided, the other two girls nodding in agreement.

“I would really like to watch this conversation take place,” Crystal piped up.

“Well, why don’t you guys do that? I’ve got a call with Nicky in ten,” Jan chimed in, looking at her phone.

“Well, far be it for us to interrupt your sexy Skype session,” Gigi retorted with a soft laugh. “Come, Crystal,” she curled her finger, and the two of them left Jan to her own devices.

Jan waved them off before getting up to fix her hair and makeup in the mirror, then moved her laptop to her desk so she could look at the screen dead-on. When she saw Nicky calling, she beamed brightly as she answered it. “Well damn, what sort of runway are you dressed up for?”

Nicky laughed and looked down. Her hair was styled up in a bouffant and the normally straight locks were in gentle waves. Her makeup – which Jan knew she did herself – was immaculate beyond reproach. “Don’t jinx it, I had my friend take some headshots for my portfolio today. So, fingers crossed there are runways in the future.”

“It’s basically a given, I can just tell,” Jan grinned, her elbows propped on her desk and face in her hands. The look in her eyes was full to the brim with enamored adoration; even she was surprised that Nicky hadn’t picked up on her feelings. “And then I’ll get to say I knew you way back when.”

“Bitch please,” she scoffed. “If I ever get famous, you know I’m flying your ass out here first class. It wouldn’t be fun without my sweet Janice by my side.”

She blushed, her hands moving from her face to stroke her ponytail. Hearing Nicky call her ‘hers’ in any capacity had her heart ready to leap right out of her chest. It was times like that that made her wonder if it would’ve been that crazy for her to profess her feelings, if she was building all of this fear and anxiety over owning her feelings for nothing. It sometimes felt like a declaration of love was dancing on the tip of her tongue, threatening to slip past her lips.

But nothing was ever enough to get her over that hurdle. Her stubborn fear of rejection outweighed even common sense. So, instead, she kept it sweet and vague. “Well, you know I’ll always be there whether you like it or not.”

“I’m offended you think there’s a chance I wouldn’t.” Nicky scoffed playfully. “Anyway, what have you been up to today?”

“Oh, just… helping the girls with planning and stuff.” It was technically true, so she counted it as one less lie she was telling her. She found that the easiest thing to do was to just keep the focus off herself until she felt more confident in this charade. “It’s just boring details really. Have you been working on learning any songs lately?”

Nicky shook her head. “Actually, I was hoping to convince you to sing for me,” she cooed, batting her lashes in an over-exaggerated manner.

It was a look that Jan was an undeniable sucker for that look, and she was certain that Nicky had figured out that much. “I suppose I could do that. Any requests?”

Nicky tilted her head, taking a moment to think. “Can you do that one from Grease? The magic one?”

Jan giggled softly, knowing she meant ‘Those Magic Changes.’ The song had been buried in her repertoire for ages until she’d stumbled upon a clip of her performing it in her freshman year of college. She’d sent it to Nicky, just thinking it’d be a cute throwback of sorts, but her penpal absolutely loved it, and brought it up every time she could. She didn’t quite get it, but she was thrilled that there was something she could do that would make her so happy. “For you? Of course.”

Once Jan found the karaoke version of the song on her phone, she played it and sang along, serenading Nicky as she’d done a number of times. While it was night time in France, it was still late afternoon for her, so she wasn’t concerned about the volume. Though, even if it had been later, she probably would have risked it – it just wouldn’t be the same if she used her ‘neighbor friendly’ voice.

Nicky applauded cheerfully when Jan finished. Her eyes were bright and warm with the enthusiasm of a child who just heard their favorite bedtime story despite getting it every night. It simply never got old for her. “You’re going to have to sing me to sleep every night once we’re in the same time zone,” she mused.

“You know I will,” Jan smiled softly, her mind conjuring up the image of the two of them laying in bed together, cuddled up close after a long day. Nicky would hold her in her arms while she sang to her, then fall asleep in her embrace, knowing she would sleep soundly because she got to wake up in her arms. She already knew what she smelled like, thanks to her scented letters, and longed to be able to wake up to it lingering on her skin instead of soaked into paper, she just yearned for the day where none of her senses were deprived of the other girl.

“You’re so good to me,” she cooed.

“That’s right, now I’m going to remind you to take that makeup off.” She chuckled. “It’s like, a quarter to eleven where you are, I don’t want you falling asleep with all that on.”

Nicky snorted softly. “There it is.” She rolled her eyes fondly, then reached across her desk. “I came prepared for this,” she explained, holding up a pack of makeup wipes. And, just to assure her she was actually following through, she took a wipe out and began cleaning off her face.

Jan grinned triumphantly. “See? I knew I’d start to rub off on you sooner or later.” Of course, she was guilty of just as many bad habits, if not more. But that was beside the point as far as she was concerned. Either way, she watched until Nicky had finished cleaning off her face, and she almost found it unfair that someone could be even more flawless underneath the makeup.

“Okay, I’m going to get ready for bed before you lecture me about that too,” Nicky teased. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye!” She blew a kiss at the screen before they ended the call.

After the call ended, Jan closed her laptop and got up to look in the mirror. She stared at herself, silently questioning why she was like this, so hopelessly taken with someone that it clouded her judgement, that she let thoughts of her cloud both her waking thoughts and her dreams. It was as frustrating and painful as it was intoxicatingly addictive.

The only thing that pulled Jan from her train of thoughts was her phone ringing, and she nearly dropped it as she got it out from her pocket. “What’s up, Crystal? Please tell me this isn’t a crisis call.”

“No, no, everything’s fine,” Crystal quickly assured. “We’re at Gigi’s mom’s house and she invited us to stay for dinner. So I won’t be back for like… another couple hours, give or take.”

“Oh, okay, cool. I take it the ring issue was taken care of?”

Crystal beamed, admiring the ring on her finger as if Gigi had actually proposed to her with it. “Everything’s fine on that front, trust me. I have to send you a picture of this, you’re gonna die.”

Jan laughed lightly. “I’m sure I will. Go ahead, then enjoy your dinner. Tell Mama Goode I said hi.”

“Can do,” Crystal assured before hanging up, her eyes still trained on the ring. The ring itself was rose gold, the band carved with vine-like design. The diamond at the center was square-cut and surrounded by tiny, round diamonds. While just towing the line of being over-the-top, it had the sort of unique, quirky vibe that made it perfect for someone like her.

“It’s like it was made for you,” Gigi had told her when she picked it out. “It’s actually kind of spooky.” She had picked out a ring for herself as well, one that had more of an antique aesthetic that she appreciated. It was gold with diamonds embedded along the band, centering an ornately-bordered radiant-cut diamond. It wasn’t as flashy as Crystal’s, but she was drawn to the details in the ring.

When they put their left hands on the table next to each other, they noted that there weren’t any significant similarities between what they’d chosen, but both of their personalities seemed properly represented. “We should have a little hand-modeling shoot for this,” Gigi mused, figuring she could ask her mom for help with that as well. They had explained their circumstances right away, and much to their relief, Gigi’s mom had found their story to be very funny and agreed to help however they needed under the condition that she could retell the tale once everything was over with. Crystal was happy to agree to these conditions, while Gigi did so more reluctantly.

Crystal wouldn’t admit as much, but as she sat down for dinner with the Goodes, it felt all too right. Like she was just having a meal with her future wife and mother-in-law, the energy that flowed among the three of them was always so calm and natural, even-keeled and even quiet at times. It was a stark contrast from her own family dinners in both positive and negative ways. But when it came down to it, what stood out the most to her was that she felt so perfectly at home with them, she couldn’t help but wish this at least felt fake. It would be easier to bear when it was all over.

[vin-taege]

low expectations

summary: after disappearing for six years to pursue law, you come back to Seoul, only to be hired by Jeon Jungkook, tattoo artist on the rise, and your high school ex

genre: angst, eventual smut, l2e2l (lovers to enemies [kinda?] to lovers)

pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x lawyer!reader

words: 4 700+

Scattered boxes lay on your newly bought apartment. Some opened, most of them unopened. The only decent room as of now was your bedroom, and even that looked plain. Considering how organized you usually were, this was a severely chaotic. Even though the move to Seoul has been rough - some of your belongings even ending up in Daegu, but thankfully back where they belong now - you were ecstatic. Mainly because you were now far away from your overbearing mother. The increase in salary remained as a mere bonus. To say things between you and your mother were rocky was a bit of an understatement. She was heartless, manipulative, the perfect CEO. You had lived with your father after the divorce, and appreciated his company more. Life wasn't as luxuries as it was with your mom, but he cares for you more than anything. She did her part in paying for child support, funding most of your needs, compared to your father's salary as a small cafe owner. Going back to Korea has always been on your mind, ever since you graduated law school. If it weren't for the aforementioned salary increase, your mother would've never let you get that plane ticket. The new firm you transferred to was more than welcoming. They gave you a three week grace period so you can settle down, and even assigned you an assistant. It was just your luck that person happened to be Namjoon, your best friend since college. After graduating, you split ways. It was ironic how your reasons for going back to Seoul were direct opposites - him to return to his family, and you to escape from yours. He was probably the only person who had his shit together more than you. Not even two days after you landed, he already had your schedule organized for the next month. Even you didn't have enough patience to do that. Admittedly, you were a bit scared to go back. The last memory you had here was one in Busan, and it was far from pleasant.

You refreshed your emails again, not used to the absence of the usual influx of "urgent" files. The first thing you unpacked was of course the coffee machine. The other labeled boxes still had packing tape on, and you were dreading to open them up. Your phone has been on silent mode ever since midnight. You'd rather deal with your mother later than answering all her pressing texts now. Thank God she didn't know your Skype account.

Sluggish from the jet lag, you began picking at the packing tape, finding the edge of it and ripping the package open. In all honesty, you could’ve finished all the rooms in one day, and even have time for a manicure and pedicure afterwards. But this day just seemed so slow.

You never were used to a non-busy schedule.

Box after box, you made your way through your belongings. Throw pillows, small vases, the succulent collection you had. You didn’t have time for a pet, but your cacti were the perfect substitute. They made you feel needed on a deeper level, even though they only needed you to water them once a week.

Lofi music played in the background, giving you a more relaxing atmosphere. You slowly got in the zone, not noticing the hours pass by until you finally decided to take a break and check your phone.

Immediately, you were bombarded with six phone calls from Namjoon. Panicked, you quickly called him back. “Hey, Joon! I’m sorry, my phone was on silent. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” In contrary to what he said, his voice sounded distressed. “I know it’s your week off, but there’s just this really pushy client. He’s demanding a meeting with you as soon as possible. I told him I’d give you a call, and here I am.”

You grimaced. This client was already leaving a bad impression on you. If anything, you hated unprofessional clients and often turned them down, but you felt sorry for Namjoon. “Does he want to meet today?”

“I can schedule him for next week if you want. Put him on the priority list. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You considered it for a moment. You didn’t have anything to do tonight except to unpack, and your body was itching for work. “No, I’m free tonight. Did he give a time or a place.”

“He left me an address. Told me to come whenever. I looked the place up, and it’s a tattoo parlor. The customer reviews were nice, and it’s pretty popular here in Seoul too.” Here comes the unprofessionalism again.

“Wanna go at seven and have dinner after?”

“Sure. As your best friend, I wouldn’t mind catching up. As your assistant, I couldn’t let you die unless I want to get fired,” you both laughed. You heard typing in the background, followed by a few mouse clicks. “-And his case file’s done. Pick you up at six?”

“Damn, how long has this guy been bothering you? Case files take hours.”

“Ever since 7 am. This better be some god-tier dinner to make up for it,” he chuckled on the other line.

Somehow, the tattoo parlor reminded you of him again. He always wanted to run one, and you wondered if he ended up doing so. The call ended, and you started to get ready. Surely the client wouldn’t mind you dressing casually, it was a week off after all.

Namjoon picked you up exactly at six, pulling over in his freshly car-washed Mercedes Benz. He was donning a black turtleneck and jeans, mirroring your casual style. It was clear you both just didn’t give a shit anymore. A pair of black glasses sat atop his nose.

“Nice car. When did you start being a popular kid?” He scoffed at your teasing, remembering his skewed fashion choices back in college. 

"Ever since I started hauling your drunk ass home after parties. Ever since I started making you nachos on thesis nights. Ever since-" 

"Okay Namjoon, I get it. College ___ was a hot mess," you conceded. "You got that case file ready?" "Yeah. I forwarded it to your email," You checked your inbox, and indeed received the file from him. You browsed through it quickly, skipping client details and diving straight into the case. False accusations of tax evasion and illegal substance import. The case seemed simple enough, could be handled with a few counter-suits here and there. Just as you finished the case details, you decided to finally check the client info. "You know what makes this case so complicated?" Namjoon spoke up, ripping your attention away from the file. "What?" "Evidence tampering. From the rival tattoo shop, I think," You scoffed. Typical behavior from two business trying to climb to the top. "They, what, planted cocaine packets under the ink refills or something?" Outside, the sun started to set. It's been a while since you've last seen a sunset, long work hours demanding you to be in your office more. It was one of the things you missed in Korea, especially from Busan. "Yeah, something like that. The guy seems too young to be the head of the shop. Must be very good at what he does." You opened the file again, checking the client info. Jeon- "We're here." Sighing, you closed the file again, getting out of the car. You'll have to read up more on him later. Not even a month back in Seoul and you already have a possibly big case on your hands. This could really make or break your career. However, that name sounded familiar. Familiar enough to leave a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Jeon. The memory of soft brown hair came back to you, long enough to frame his big brown eyes. The same eyes that would crinkle each time he showed his bunny smile. There was a pained twinge in your heart. Namjoon knocked on the glass door. There was a purple neon sign hooked on it, blaring a bright "open" to entice customers to come in. On top of the building was a huge sign, lit up by LED lights. "Seoul Ink." The shop had a large glass pane next to the door, resembling a barbershop style. The inside was dimly lit with light pink, giving the shop a retro vibe. You could faintly hear music blaring from the inside. Not long after, the door was opened, revealing a short, yet muscular man. His hair was a vibrant pink, in contrast to the dark tattoo sleeve spanning his left arm. A worn tank top draped from his torso, not doing much to hide his skin. The man looked like the shop personified.  "Good evening, we're here for Mr. Jeon. He told my assistant to set an appointment for today." "Oh, you're the lawyer he hired? Come in, please," He stepped aside, making way for you. "Jungkook! Our lawyer's here!" You froze. No, this can't be the same Jeon Jungkook from high school. Who knew how many Jeon Jungkooks were out here in Seoul? You were hoping, praying, he wasn’t the Jungkook you knew. "Wait. Goddammit, Jimin I told you to sterilise the needles." A lean, young man came out from the curtain-covered hallway. His hair was black, swept back to show his forehead. Sharp, doe eyes stared straight at you. His features became more angular, but it was clear he was the same boy you knew all those years ago. "___?" His eyes widened, expression hardening. "___. Pleasure." "You two know each other?" Namjoon whispered to you, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. "We went to high school together," He dead-panned, leaving it at that. Your cheeks heated up, the atmosphere soon turning awkward. "Come inside. We have a lot to discuss." He led you through the same hallway, pink lighting kept uniform throughout the whole building. Tattoo designs were plastered on the walls; Designs of the same motif grouped together on each tattoo booth. Each door had a different feel to it; one monochromatic, another one clipped with Polaroids and fairy lights. They really brought out each tattoo artist's identity, gave you an idea of their style and aesthetic. You counted four of them in total, including Jungkook and Jimin. Jungkook stopped at the last door. Just one look at it and you knew it was his. Lush roses were stuck to the black-painted wood. At the very center of it was a small, golden bell with two red ribbons tied to it. You were too busy staring at it, not noticing the rest of the boys come inside. "___," Namjoon called you. "Yes. Sorry," Jungkook stared at you, eyes glassy. You were the first to break eye contact, shutting the door. °°° 6 years ago "You told me it was my turn to pick the movie!" You whined, Jungkook only laughing at your annoyance. It was your annual Friday movie night. You usually took turns picking the movie, but Jungkook already had one prepared when you came to his dorm. "But this one's really good, I promise," he pouted. "I'll let you pick two movies next time. His offer sounded tempting enough, prompting you to begrudgingly accept it. It was another anime rom-com. You recognized it, seeing enough pictures of the poster saved in Jungkook's phone gallery. He'd talk about it a lot, the mere existence of it shaping his entire understanding of true love. "Your Name?" He grunted, arm wrapped around your waist. You were cuddling on the couch, body on top of him. The popcorn bowl was neatly balanced on your back. "I've always wanted to watch this with you," he whispered, fingers threading through your hair. "Accidentally downloaded a shit-ton of viruses on Tae's laptop just trying to pirate this." "Hey, support artists. Pay for art," You repeated his motto. He rolled his eyes, bringing you closer to his chest. "I want to. I just wish I didn't fall in the stereotypical broke art student category," His tone was sharp. You knew better than to push it, knew this conversation would only lead back to his unsupportive parents. The moment Jungkook told his parents he wanted to open up a tattoo parlor, they shut him out. He didn't talk about them much, but you knew enough to know he didn't exactly have the best relationship with them. His brother helped him pay his high school fees, but only up to that point. Once Jungkook hits college, he'll have to support himself. He's picked up a few commissions here and there to save up, but it was nowhere near the money he needed to take an arts course. "Hey," you brought your shifted, bringing your hand to his chest. "My mom's offering me a part-time job in her firm. She could get you a spot if-" "I don't want to," His eyes were on the screen, though you felt him tense up. "Leave it, ___." "The pay is good. I'm just saying, you should look into it, Kookie," you frowned. It was always difficult to talk to him when money or jobs were involved. You couldn’t even recall how many times you fought over either college or job-related problems. He was so hell-bent on taking an arts course, but too stubborn to accept any help, especially from your mother. He exhaled deeply, dropping his arm from your hair. "Leave it." You watched almost half the movie in silence. He was right next to you, but sometimes he just felt so unreachable. You felt his soft lips against the crown of your head. "I'm sorry, I'm just not in the best mood to talk about that stuff." You reached over, pausing the movie. He sat up, mirroring you. "What's wrong?" His eyes were dull, refusing to look back at you. "Jungkook." "Nothing," he rubbed his eyes, running both hands through his hair. "It's nothing." "Tell me," you placed your hand over his, him enveloping it immediately in his large ones. His thumb drew small circles on your knuckles, just like he did when he was nervous. "My dad is signing me up for a med college in Seoul. I don't want to leave Busan. I don't want to leave you," he lowered his voice in the last part. You cupped his cheek with one hand. "You won't. We'll be together until college, and until after college. You'll always be my own Da Vinci, I'll always be your-" "Muse," he finished, lovingly meeting your gaze. "You'll always be my muse." °°°  "So they did plant cocaine packets in the ink refills!" Namjoon burst out. You facepalmed a little, gaining weird looks from the boys. "Ignore him. Where did you say you got your refills from?" "California," Jimin responded. So far, over the course of the discussion, Jungkook remained silent, arms folded as he stared at the table. Jimin was more than enthusiastic to cooperate with you, answering your questions as detailed as he could. "We've been getting our refills from there for three years now. Taehyung knows the dealer, and we're all positive there's no way in hell he shipped us that." "Taehyung?" you glanced at Jungkook, whose mouth remained pinched in a thin line. You were relieved to find out they remained best friends after everything that happened. You knew Jungkook needed a strong support system, and Taehyung was more than enough for that. "Yeah. He just finished his shift today, but if you need to talk to him, I can give him a call," Jimin offered. "No, it's fine. I talk to him in personal some other time," you scribbled some notes on a scrap piece of paper. "The drugs must've been planted here in Korea. If it were from abroad, it wouldn't get pass customs." "That's exactly what we've been telling the police, but they wouldn't listen to us without a lawyer," he rolled his eyes. "Any suspects?" "Minho. Jung Minho," Jungkook's voice surprised you. He sat up, placing his hands on the table. "He runs the tattoo parlor down the street, that sleazy son of a bitch." "Must've gotten a hold of the package before we did," he continued. He was twiddling with his thumbs, a habit you recognized he never got rid off. "Don't jump to conclusions." "I'm not, but sometimes we have to make decisions, ___." He spat, voice raising slightly. He noticed the everyone staring at him uneasily and slid back down on his chair. "I mean, no one else would've done it aside from them." "Do you have any evidence, at least?" you passed Namjoon the notes so far from your hour-long discussion. He took his laptop out to summarize everything in a single document. "No. But we got the coke bags out. Made sure to use gloves so we won't leave prints behind and give the police the wrong idea," Oh so now he wanted to talk. Though you felt guilty for everything that happened in the past, you can’t help but get annoyed at his attitude right now. He was the one who wanted your help in the first place. "I see. I'll take a look at them after this," you looked over to Namjoon, who returned a curt nod. He was still focused on his laptop. "We appreciate your cooperation," your sarcasm directed to Jungkook. He scoffed, abruptly standing to rustle at his desk. He aimlessly picked up pencils and markers, putting them in their respective holders. "We'd appreciate it more if you won this case." With just one statement, Jungkook managed to push all your buttons. You stood up as well, Namjoon holding your arm down. "Why don't you check on the cocaine bags while I interrogate Jungkook more? Mr. Park-" "Jimin's just fine," The pink-haired boy offered a kind smile. "Jimin, please guide the way." One of Namjoon's winning traits was being calm under pressure. He was the one to hold you back before fights erupted, or the one to retrieve deleted files whenever the computer crashed and you had a presentation in two hours. Basically the one to keep you impulsiveness and short temper on watch. You followed Jimin out Jungkook's workplace. He led you back into the waiting area, and into the employees only room. The room itself resembled more of a hangout than an employee lounge. They had all their stocks and spare equipment neatly placed in cabinets off to one side. The center had a round table covered in sketch designs and discarded pencils. Those were about the only things that made the room look professional. The other side of the room was a whole different world. On the opposite side was a small vending machine next to an arcade game of Tekken. You recognized a D.Va styled jacket slung on one of the chairs. The walls had video game labels and band posters plastered all around. "Oh wow, how you did you get all this?" You blushed, immediately realizing how arrogant you must have sounded. Jimin didn't mind though, even laughing at your awe-struck expression. "The tattoo shop burst in popularity two years ago. We had money to spare, so Jungkook thought he'd pamper the employee lounge a bit," He put a black glove on and reached into one of the drawers, bringing a small sealable bag out. You picked up a stray glove, wearing it before picking the baggie up. It looked about five grams. You crinkled your nose in disgust. After finding some tissue, you carefully wrapped it up and placed it in your bag. Jimin let you check the lounge once more, patiently giving you space. "I'm Jimin, by the way," you looked at him questioningly. "I mean, I know you already know my name, but I wanted to give you a proper introduction." "Hello, Jimin. I'm ___," you smiled. "I'm a lawyer who used to be America-based, but as you can see, I moved here to escape from my insufferable mother." He laughed again, eyes crinkling. You never truly got a good look at him. His cheeks were full, like his plump lips. Although he was shorter than Jungkook, he looked older. It was clear he worked out, but you soon found out he was also very open as a person. "I'm a tattoo artist who specializes in traditional and blackwork styles. We each have our own thing here in Seoul Ink. Tae's good in watercolor and illustrative styles. If you like monochromatic designs, the right person to go to is Yoongi hyung." "How about Jungkook?" you told yourself you were asking out of curiosity, and only curiosity. You were to remain professional, to not get involved with your ex. "He's a well-rounded guy, but likes realism and new-school designs more. Not to pry, but is everything okay with you guys?" he gestured for you to sit on one of the chairs. "Well, I suppose we do need to be open with our clients." Jimin waited for you to continue, the pink light making his features softer. "We used to date in high school. It ended right before college, and I'm pretty sure it ended badly." "I'm pretty sure it ended badly too." You gave him a pointed look, to which he held his hands up in defense. "I mean, you looked like you were gonna tear his throat off a while ago." "I was trying to be civil. I guess I didn't know any better and thought he'd grown out of his childishness or something." "Maybe he didn't get over the breakup? That usually happens when it ends badly." He didn't know, but Jimin got it straight on. Even you haven't gotten over it yourself. You always wished the best for him. A selfish part of you even wanted to get him back, even after all those years. But you weren't here to get him back. You were here to finish the job. You had to push your feelings away. Jimin noticed your silence. "Do you believe in fate?" "I think?" Truthfully, you used to a dreamer, like Jungkook. Law school beat it out of you, giving you a cold facade to put on. "I want to believe in fate." "Maybe fate brought you here so you two could have a second chance then." he smirked. You glared at him, wiping the smile off his face. "At least make up a little. We couldn't get through this if you're constantly at each other's throats." "I'll talk to him." "Great! He already gave Namjoon his number, but here's mine for when you can't contact him," You gave him your phone, his fingers tapping away to input his number. "Thanks for putting up with us," His eyes were filled with sincerity, and you couldn't help but give him a small grin. "Of course." It's my job, you wanted to say, but couldn't find the heart to. You met Namjoon in the waiting area, laptop tucked away in his satchel. He was checking out one of the designs - a man wearing a suit, a bouquet of roses sprouting from his neck instead of a head. "Do you wanna get one or...?" He jolted at your voice. "Jesus Christ, ___." He never really grew out of his nerdy persona. Maybe people never truly change. "Jungkook seems like a nice guy. Lay off him a little, okay?" "I was actually planning to talk to him real quick, thank you very much." With that, you disappeared behind the hallway curtain again, leaving Namjoon with Jimin. You quickly found his room, knocking thrice before opening the door. You gasped, shutting it quickly again. Jungkook was sitting by his desk, shirt off and tattoos on full display. You didn't see much aside from a blur of black and splashes of reds and blues. Your cheeks were heating over, and you guess you must've surprised him as well. There was a thud behind the door, along with rapid footsteps. Slowly, the door opened slightly, enough to reveal a shirted Jungkook "Can I talk to you for a second?" you murmured. He stepped aside, opening the door wider. Wordlessly, you let yourself in, awkwardly standing behind him when he sat back on the swivel chair. "Hey." "Hey," he replied plainly. He always got this difficult sometimes, even back then. "How are you?" You settled for the customer seat, attached to a tray holding needles and a tattoo gun. You took a closer look around his workplace, recognizing messy sketches pinned on a corkboard. The same designs he used to draw back then. He fidgeted for a bit, eyes downcast on the floor. "Good. Been running the shop for a while. My brother calls me twice every month now." He looked up at you, eyes dark. You couldn't tell whether was anger or pain. Or both. He let out a long sigh. "I made it, ___." "I'm sorry," you choked out. You didn't know what else to say. You cursed yourself for not asking Namjoon for more information on the client before accepting the case. But did you really want to give this away? "I never stopped thinking of you." "Do you expect a thank you?" he folded his arms again. Why did he have to act so difficult? You shamed yourself for having these thoughts. It was your fault after all. He had every right to be angry at you. "Jungkook, I'm sorry," you tried again, tone softer this time. He blinked back what looked like tears, or he could've had something in his eye. The light made it hard to see. "Let's just act like adults, okay? Finish the case. And if you want to talk about more personal things, we can do that after." "You never did change, huh? As goal-oriented as ever," he smiled bitterly. “Job over everything else.” "You're still as stubborn as before," you grimaced at him. He chuckled, leaning back, tilting his chin up to the ceiling. He hummed, stretching his back. "I miss you," He opened an eye, peering at you. Your facade has crumpled, and you felt like the same girl six years ago after the breakup. He didn't say anything. Jungkook had so many thing running through his mind. Out of all the lawyers in Seoul, he just had to get you. Even after all those years, he still wanted to see you. But now that you were right in front of him, he felt nothing but pain and sadness. He loved you so much, but now that you were here, the only thing he could remember was the day you ran away from him. The day you left him. He shifted in his seat. Jungkook knew he had to get himself together for the tattoo parlor, for his friends. He thought he cut you off already a long time ago. "You can win this thing, right? I worked too hard for too long just to lose this. I crawled my way up here. I’m finally doing something I love," His voice was low, masking his wavering tone. You nodded determinedly. You weren't going to disappoint him again. "I know you can, ___. I've always believed in you. Would've appreciated it if you believed in me too," The way he said it was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did. It felt like he wanted to say something else, like he was ready to tell you everything that happened after the day you left, but he stopped himself. He spun the chair, facing away from you. "I have a full schedule tomorrow. I should finish the rest of these designs." You slowly got up. Your chest felt heavy, heart in your throat. All the pent-up emotion hit you all at once. "It's good to see you again," he lightly said. You looked back, seeing a sad smile on his lips. The second you got in the car, Namjoon was looking at you worriedly. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to cry." "The lighting was too much for me," you lied. You've made your mind up. Case or no case, you were glad to see Jungkook again. And you weren't willing to let him go this time. “Let’s get that god-tier dinner.”

[humbae]

A fanfic for you!!

Below the cut, a submission from a wonderful person. Ylvis fanfiction of the Vegard whump variety, I most definitely recommend reading it for all those interested in the subject.

Hey hey! I only now discovered your AO3 stories and enjoyed them so much! It actually inspired me to write one of my own based on the events from this summer. You don’t have to post this, I was just interested to hear your opinion on my first fanfic ever :). Thanks a lot for your wonderful work! He would have never believed that a simple single kick could hurt so much. But he did not regret the idea - after all, it was a lot of fun, and the pain would eventually go away and make a nice memory. He limped to work, curious to see how Vegard and Calle were handling their own ordeals. When he opened the door to the office he and Vegard shared however, he was surprised to find it empty.

It was odd; Vegard was almost never late, and even when he was late, he would still arrive earlier than Baard. Baard just put it down to him probably oversleeping for once or having a slow morning after an intense day at work yesterday. That’s how life gets after 40, he thought to himself, smirked and got to work.

He didn’t have to wonder about Vegard’s whereabouts for too long. Five minutes later, his phone beeped and he saw a message in which Vegard informed him that he will be most likely working from home today. 

“That won’t be possible.”, Baard replied. “The guy who is supposed to accompany the show with the accordion just told me that he will be showing up today instead of tomorrow so that we go over the music together, he had some changes in his schedule. He is coming at 14.00.”.

“Do I have to be there for that? Cannot we just arrange it through Skype?”, Vegard replied.

Baard was taken aback. This was not a reaction he would ever expect from Vegard when music, and especially accordion (which they both liked so much), were involved.

“Don’t be a lazyass, just come to the office. What’s up? Why can’t you come?”

There was no response for a couple of minutes, and Baard was just at the verge of calling Vegard, when he saw that Vegard replied with “On my way.”.

An hour later, when Vegard showed up, it became very obvious to Baard why Vegard wanted to stay at home. He did see his brother walking very funnily yesterday - funnily enough for him to put it on Instagram - but this was a whole different level. He had his scooter with him, but only to act as a crutch instead of using it as an actual scooter. He was not putting any weight on his leg.

“Why didn’t you drive if it hurts to walk, you idiot?”, Baard greeted.

“Nice to see you too… I just don’t trust my leg to work with the pedals in a state like this, that is all.”, Vegard said still with some agony and irritation in his face.

“But does it really hurt so much? I mean, my leg is also fairly painful, but I hope I look nowhere this pathetic.”

“Thank you, trust me, if I could choose, I would indeed opt for looking less pathetic.”, Vegard replied and rolled his eyes. Baard decided not to respond and just made a mental note to drive Vegard home at the end of the day; Vegard was obviously not in a mood for being teased right now, and it was Baard’s fault after all that they were all in this state now. 

Things went a bit better after they started working. This was most likely because Vegard could just sit in his chair, so his mood improved significantly as he was without the added pain of walking. 

The lunch-time was approaching, which the four of them usually spent together eating outside, in front of the building to enjoy the warm summer weather.

“Hungry yet?” Baard suggested after his belly started making noises.

“No, not really, I think I will skip lunch today.”

Baard raised his eyebrows; this was nothing like his brother. It would be usually his brother making the lunch suggestion first.

“You mind elaborating on why?”

“Do I have to? You will call me a whiny little bitch if I do." 

"I will call you that anyway. So what is up?”

Vegard sighted. “It is just that the prospect of staying hungry looks far more appealing than the prospect of having to walk outside or even to the fridge, that’s all.”

Only then Baard understood how bad Vegard’s leg must have hurt. 

“We can also have it in the shared office space today. The weather is not that nice anyway.”

“Don’t restrict yourself, I am sure you would prefer to have it outside.”, Vegard insisted.

“I will ask Calle, but both he and myself are also still limping, so I am sure both Magnus and Calle will agree to stay here. And I will get you your lunch from the fridge and bring it. Just get your lazy sorry ass over there in the meantime." 

A couple of moments later, they all gathered in the shared space to have lunch. Both Calle and Baard appreciated making the decision to stay inside as they were both limping towards their chairs; Vegard just rolled there directly on the chair from his office that he was already sitting on. 

Baard and Calle spent the lunch discussing the consequences of the kicks they both received and laughing at the other related events from the previous day. Magnus was just mostly listening, happy that he did not have to go through the ordeal himself, and laughing loudly with them. 

The only silent member of the lunch party was Vegard. This was very unusual, he was typically the one who talked the most. Normally, him being a bit silent for once would be a welcome, refreshing change to the other three, but combined with the misery and paleness written all over his face, it was clear that this was not a good sign. To try to involve him a bit and raise his spirits, Calle started what the three of them called an "aircraft chat mood fixing technique” - a strategy they used anytime they needed to improve Vegard’s mood and get some excitement out of him. Calle even started spitting clearly incorrect aircraft facts just to prompt Vegard to correct him and force some engagement, but nothing was successful.

“You look like shit, Vegard.”, Baard said finally.

“If you want me to look less like shit, don’t invite MMA fighters to kick us on the TV.”, Vegard replied, but there was no humour in his voice. 

Then he sighted and continued. “I just don’t know why it seems to be hurting me so much more than the two of you.” Ah, that’s it, Baard thought; that’s the reason, next to the pain obviously, why Vegad is so upset. Over the years they have worked together on TV, Vegard seemed to have learnt to deal with most of the derogatory comments he had been receiving very well, whether it was about him being clumsy, short, fat, nerdy or looking Turkish, but to this day, he still hated to be seen as weak and helpless.

“It did seem like he kicked you the hardest.”, Calle admitted.

“Which is what I especially don’t understand, since you -” Magnus continued, but Baard interrupted him right away with an intense look directed his way.

“It does not matter now anyway. Let’s get back to work.”. Baard knew that the last thing Vegard now needed to hear were comments about his size, implying that he indeed was weak and helpless. They left the table and went (and rolled) back to their offices.

The rest of the afternoon flew quickly. The musician arrived, and, fortunately, the sound of the accordion and making of music at least helped improve Vegard’s spirits sufficiently to make the afternoon more bearable for everyone involved. 

Right after the musician was gone, Vegard announced that he was going home. Baard turned, and right away, without a word, he stood up, took his coat and his car keys and indicated that he was ready, too.

It took a moment for Vegard to realise that Baard was intending to take him home by car. A wave of relief hit him that he did not even have to ask for such a favour from his little brother in front of everyone else. He just let out a silent “thanks” to which Baard replied with a simple head nod and a smile. 

The relief quickly disappeared when he realised he first had to make it all the way down to where Baard’s car was parked. He felt nauseous at the thought of having to put any weight on his leg again, and as a result turned even paler than he already was. But there was no way he was going to ask Baard or any from his friends for support really, the most of them were also still limping and Magnus would literally have to carry him in his arms if he were to help him - he was too tall for Vegard to put his arm around his neck for support.

Calle and Magnus both noticed Vegard’s unease and after telling the brothers to wait a few minutes, they emerged from the storage room with the wheelchair they used back during IKMY for their guest pranks. Vegard thought that a wheelchair was definitely a bit of an overkill, but in his current condition, even being carried on a stretcher would be more appealing than walking. In addition, since the wheelchair was well known around the building from the pranks, at least other people would not know that something was wrong and could only assume that the brothers were testing it again for another prank. They thanked Magnus and Calle and left.

The ride home was mostly silent. Baard felt a bit guilty for being responsible for a segment which ended up with his brother in such a state, and Vegard still felt a bit ashamed for being so heavily affected by something that the others could deal with so much easier. 

“You know that we do have a couple of meetings which we have to attend in person this week, right?” Baard said as they approached Vegard’s house.

Vegard just managed to let out a little “Hnngh”, hoping to put an end to that conversation for now, but Baard would not let go. “If the pain continues to be this bad, maybe you should go see a doctor?”. Vegard hated doctors, but having Baard actually talking to him about something this seriously, without any teasing or mockery, meant that he must have been even a little worried, and so Vegard was not going to dismiss it completely. “If it does not get better, yes… but I am sure it soon will.”.

…

It didn’t. When the follow-up messages of “Working from home today, sorry” arrived to Baard’s phone during the next two consecutive mornings, Baard knew Vegard would not go to the doctor without additional persuasion. He was getting truly concerned - the pain in his own leg was almost gone now, and the same for Calle, so if Vegard’s leg was still hurting as much that he could not walk, something was obviously very wrong. Maybe if he mentioned how it could potentially affect the show, his brother would be more reasonable? He called Vegard.

“We cannot delay the show because of your stupid leg. Go see a doctor. You have to be here tomorrow morning anyway for the meeting.”, Baard said.

“Then I still have time until tomorrow morning for it to get better.”, Vegard insisted.

“It will obviously not, don’t be stupid. Go to the doctor today.”

“Well, ok, I would, but Helene is gone with the kids, so she cannot take me today. Maybe the day after tomorrow then or next week?”

Baard was having none of this.

“If Helene is gone, then I am the one taking you to the doctor. Make an appointment and tell me when to pick you up. Now.”

“What?”

“You heard me well. Find a doctor and make an appointment NOW, or I will do even that for you." 

Vegard remained silent for a moment. He has never seen Baard behaving like this; this was always Vegard’s behaviour towards his little brothers instead.

"Is that silence a ‘no’ Vegard? Should I call my physio and ask him if he can make an appointment for my stubborn 40-year-old brother?" 

"No, no, ok, I will find someone." 

Baard was pleased with himself and made a mental note to do this more often. While it was not really something he would ever expect himself to do back to Vegard, it was a surprisingly effective persuasion method. In half an hour, Vegard messaged him to ask him to pick him up with a specific time and destination of the doctor’s office.

When Baard came to Vegard’s house, he was alarmed to find his brother looking equally as pale and miserable as he did the two days before that. He helped him jump on one leg to the car and felt bad for having to rush him to make it to the doctor on time. 

Only five minutes after coming to the waiting room, a physiotherapist appeared and called Vegard’s name. Vegard stood up onto his one working leg and started heading into the direction of the office. Baard felt a bit awkward; unsure as whether to follow or not. On one hand, going to the doctor’s office with your 40 year old brother together would seem crazy to most people; they were both grown up, independent adults. On the other, he was genuinely curious about the state of his brother’s leg and seeing how out of it Vegard was, he thought it would be a good idea for Vegard to have someone there who could actually be clear-headed and write things down. 

Having decided that he would join, he took the opportunity that Vegard clearly struggled to get to the office, so he stood up and allowed Vegard to use him as a support. 

"So, what did you do?”, The doctor asked while filling out the paperwork. 

“I think that might be pretty hard to explain… ” Vegard started, but the doctor interrupted him right away.

“Mr. Ylvisaaker, I know who you are and what you do. I have no expectations regarding what I am going to hear now.”

The brothers laughed. Baard, being responsible for what happened, spared his brother the duty of explaining, and described their little vegetable stunt. After the doctor stopped laughing, he instructed Vegard to lie down and remove his clothing. 

When Vegard put his pants down to show the physiotherapist the injury, Baard couldn’t believe what he saw. A dark, red area spread across the entire back-side of Vegard’s thigh. He himself wondered whether he had something similar on his own thigh after the kick; he has not really checked. He started to really question whether the stunt was worth it.

The doctor showed them the ultrasound pictures of the hematoma and prescribed Vegard crutches until further notice to aid healing. Vegard initially protested, but Baard knew that the protest was just a formality for Vegard to feel like he was acting manly, as Vegard knew very well that the crutches were necessary at this point. Only one question remained unanswered.

“How long…?” Baard asked.

“These hematomas are quite tricky. We can only accelerate the healing process by preventing additional strain and injury - which is why you have to use the crutches - but otherwise it is very individual. A hematoma of this size can take months to heal.”

They all remained silent for the moment. Vegard knew what it meant; it meant that the vacation Helene and the kids looked so much forward to would have to be cancelled. It also meant that a lot of the segments they were planning to film to make the show a bit more interesting would not happen. Filming action scenes with one man limping on crutches while he should be resting his leg was not an option, and would probably not be received well by the public. This entire show was already organized on the very last minute, and now it looked like even more would have to be figured out on the spot with so many ideas, some of which were already half-baked, discarded. 

Baard was thinking the same. But this time, he was the one in the role of the big brother and seeing how troubled Vegard looked over the entire prognosis, he returned him the little favour that Vegard always did for him - Baard looked at his older brother, smiled reassuringly and said, “that’s fine”.

They thanked the doctor, picked up the crutches from a pharmacy along with some creams and pain killers and went back to the car. They just sat there and allowed the news to sink in, including the consequences they were now going to face. Baard was the first one who started.

“You know… had I known that this would happen…”, Baard said, before Vegard interrupted him to tell him that he understands and is not angry about it. 

They drove back to Vegard’s place. Staring at the house, after a moment, Vegard looked at his brother with anxiety in his eyes. Neither of them talked, and yet an entire conversation seemed to have taken place. Baard just verbally concluded it with “Yes, I will talk to her. Though if I do, maybe I will end up in a worse condition than you are right now.”, Baard smiled and so did Vegard.

*****

End of submission.

Dearest anon, this was the most amazing surprise, thank you so much! And of course I posted this, everyone should have the chance to read this lovely fic. Because yes, I liked it a lot! It was very well written, had a good pace, lots of emotions, logical progression, believable dialogue, a little bit of humour, and a whole bucketful of brofeels. Absolutely loved it! And it definitely hit the spot for me, this is exactly what I was thinking about when I heard of the kicking and its consequences, so thank you for making a story out of it. Also, I’m very flattered that my scribblings could inspire you, thank you very much for the kind words. You should definitely write more if the urge strikes you, this was highly enjoyable :)