#but as i insist i can’t anymore she just coos at me like ‘oh u can’t? the puppy can’t help themselves?’😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[dyk3pup]

[t4tozier]

i know you like intox kink, have you considered zara getting jace drunk or high and feeding on him for it,,

i DO like intox kink thank u

fun fact: this is actually in hsthm ch 2, but let’s talk about it anyway <3

for some reason it just makes more sense to me that zara could get drunk than high off jace’s blood. so picturing them having a fun little night in that’s supposed to just be casual, but then zara pulls out a bottle of vodka and is like “i thought we might have some fun 😈” and jace pouts bc he’s like an i not fun enough for you. but he’s just being annoying obviously he wants in.

it’s not until zara’s handing him a shot and a martini that he’s like wait a second. you can’t drink. and zara flashes her fangs and says “i can’t, but you can. now drink up” and jace is like. so that’s how this night is gonna go.

and zara keeps making him drinks and pouring him shots and whenever he’s like c’mon Z another one? she pouts at him and is like well don’t you want me to have a fun night, too? and jace pouts back at her and takes the next drink from her. they both know that they’re both acting; zara would never make jace do more than he wants, and jace is having quite a lot of fun getting drunk for zara.

flash forward to him swaying as he throws back another shot and slurs out, “i barely even taste ‘em anymore,” and zara’s like oh you’ve been so good for me sweetheart but i think you’ve had enough. and jace pouts and insists that he’s fine, he could drink, like, a whole entire bottle and be fine, and zara coos and placates him like oh darling i know you can you have such a high tolerance <3 and then pulls him in close and bites him.

cut to porter getting home late and walking into the living room to see jace and zara drunk off their asses, giggling as they make out messily and grope each other. jace is in zara’s lap, her lipstick smeared across his lips and neck, and zara’s hand is around his leaking cock. zara’s got no shirt and her hair is down and when she looks over jace’s shoulder and sees porter she bites her lip and her hand speeds up. and jace just rocks his hips and throws his head back and moans, “you’re so fucking good, feels so good, z, want it so bad,” and porter catches on fairly quickly and starts palming himself through his pants, watching zara take jace apart.

but because zara’s drunk she can’t stay serious for too long and giggles and puts her forehead to jace’s shoulder and jace turns to see porter there and screams and then giggly zara and amused and so fond porter have to make it up to him for scaring him so bad <3

[jiminrings]

hey hannah! hope you are doing great darling ( ˘ ³˘) ♡ i may have a request in mind, a university/college au with jock!jk and shy art major!yn or an olympics au? with olympic athlete!jk and olympic athlete!yn (you decide which sports!) thank you so much in advance ♡

never (k)not you

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

notes: baby ok FIRST OF ALL, i’m so sorry i only got to write this now :(( it’s been three months since you sent in this request bUT well it’s here now :D thank you so much for requesting and waiting!! i really hope ur still here or else i-i... will lose it

if you squint, best friend!tae is actually rich kid tae both from the art major drabble and insufferable!!

lunch with taehyung either makes the both of you the LOUDEST motherfuckers in the planet or it’s just comfortable silence

comfortable silence’s more common whenever the two of you are in public because to put it simply

he’s cold and you’re shy!! makes sense

but god just mention his girlfriend’s name oNCE and he’ll talk your ear off and you get genuinely excited when he is

he just needs to mention gouache for less than a second and you will genuinely freak

then suddenly the both of you are the chattiest beings ever and absolutely no one will yield until they get the final say

but this

this just feels weird...

because it’s lunch and you’re not talkative and the silence is most definitely not comfortable

you just know tae has something up his sleeve and will probably catch you off-

“are you and jungkook a thing?”

...

......

it’s never actually registered in your head that you and jungkook are a THING but absolutely no one knows

literally no one

not even the dust living underneath your bedframe!! or if guardian angels existed, then they’d probably be clueless as fuck

lol wait what was that cold gust of wind on ur arms

jungkook is the dreamiest man alive and he’s been your boyfriend for what?? two years now??

and the two of you, and more of him actually, insisted to keep it private

your relationship is none of anyone’s business and it uh.,. it literally seems to be that way because sometimes even yOU forget that you’re in a relationship

jungkook avoids you like the plague and you keep to yourself like you do with all your gouache

this dynamic of no one knowing has been so instilled in you that tae’s innocent (?) question is enough to make you spiral little by little

taehyung was just harboring an idea ok

because like two days ago when you went out with him and his girlfriend for ice cream, jungkook was there too by himself

and that just seems like pure coincidence

but then they dOn’t seem like coincidences anymore when he realizes on the same day how many classes he was in where you were in

and you don’t even have the same major!!!

or when he’s walking you home because your apartment is literally on the right side of his girlfriend’s (changbin’s on the left) and he’s taking every possibility he gets

but it just so happens that uh... jungkook’s always there from a distance? like when the two of you are walking and that guy just hAD to be there at the back??

goddamn it tae should’ve gotten his parents’ offer for personal security while he’s studying in campus :((

“woah woah wOAH what’s the matter?” you panic when he shoves you inside your apartment the moment you manage to open it

“this fucking jungkook guy is either stalking you or me and it’s starting to get on my nerves!!”

“... taehyung-“

and then he realized that oh... ok... i see

what if this guy has a crush on you??

but it didn’t make sense because why would this soccer guy (no offense) that’s a jock (no offense) who always either looks high with how giggly he is (no offense) or bereaved with how he scowls (no offense) could POSSIBLY like you???

you who’s the art major (no offense) with your clothes almost exactly like he is (no offense) that he has an inkling that either you were copying him or him copying you (no offense) and the shyness that you absolutely wouldn’t talk to anyone unless they go first and tHAT even became a tough cookie for him!! h i m

wait

on another thought...

that does make sense

you and jungkook are more likely to be a couple than anyone else more alike to either of you, no offense :D

and the way now that you’re frozen and scoffing like ur voicing mater’s engine in cars

“w-what? FUCK no!!”

mhmmm

yeah that’s the spot

taehyung means this in full offense but you’d be absolutely bankrupt if ever you wanted to try your hand at poker when your tell is literally cussing in capital when you’re flustered

this is the equivalent of your mom leaving you by the line to the cashier at the grocery when she needs to get something and you’re next at the line and you have no money on you and you’re too hesitant to tell the person behind you to-

“why? are you thinking of asking him out?”

he hears you seethe and that’s only the second time he’s heard you actually do that so he may have straightened his posture a lil

you wouldn’t hold it against taehyung because jungkook is one fINE specimen and tae doesn’t stare from that description anyway

you just can’t help but feel a lil.....

ಠ_ಠ

because you know that jungkook is yours and when it comes to things like these, you can’t do anything about it

how could you??

fine... if taehyung tries to-

smack!

the fact that your friend has a gigantic palm for one doesn’t soothe the gears in your head

you’re positive that your brain actually shook inside your head for a split second

“i already have someone, dumbass.”

taehyung has to remind you again to which you immediately awe in remembrance, a sheepish smile on your face bc for a moment, you actually considered begging for tae to back the fuck off without making it seem you’re already with jungkook

he waves you off because you’re about to coo at him again, a small smile on his face because he wouldn’t forget how he’s so lucky

it’s nice to be in love!!

you should probably try it some time

but then again, taehyung’s starting to think that you’ve been in a longer relationship with jungkook than him in one, so he thinks that he should be the one taking notes from you

“can i, uhm, ask how did you know?”

you don’t mind swallowing your pride because you already know you can’t bullshit your way out of this one, a timid look on your lap

sheesh

tae’s pride seems to swell up because his suspicion’s right just by oNE singular try

“because i’m rich kid kim :) don’t you know that?”

see now this is only one of the few times that he’d gladly take his title

rich kid kim was coined by the courtesy of changbin, his girlfriend’s friend :/

it just seemed to STICK on everyone else after then

changbin was the first to narrate his actions like he’s the lead star of a poorly-produced netflix film

what’s wrong with rich kid kim? is his greeting every time he crosses paths with changbin

he was just pissy that oNE time!! it was ONE time

taehyung thinks of the whole jungkook situation and relates it to him as much as possible because ya know,,, he is the main star and koo’s just a second lead

ok changbin’s netflix narrations are really rubbing off on him

“think of jeon jungkook as an elitist that everyone wants to be close with, and yet he actually looks like one of the good guys — like me — and he looks like he wants to shoot himself in the foot when he gets offered caviar oNE more time, and then you’re like uh, the comic relief???”

he spews his interpretation all in one breath effortlessly and you’re just blinking slowly to try and digest it all

it’s oddly too specific

hol up now why does it sound like he’s been actually waiting for you to ask him that

HOLD ON YOU’RE THE COMIC RELIEF???

“a clowN?” is what you react first and tae can’t believe that that’s the only thing you picked up from his perfectly sound analogy

“uhhhh like a bartender? a waitress? someone that isn’t a socialite,” he shrugs as he tries to make amends, remembering that the last time he went to a rich kid kim party, no one was technically in pennywise shoes nor juggling bowling pins

“are you trying to insult me tae?”

:((

yIKES are u gonna cry

“what?? no!! no!!” he launches from his seat as if he was falling and that catches him a couple of glances from rich kid kim loyalists (there’s a lot of things he’s unaware of), about to punch the floor if only their lord and savior didn’t take it in stride, “i’m not trying to insult you, but it’s how you take it, y’know?”

his nonchalance puts you on the edge even more, launching from your seat and uh you don’t exactly have any concerned fanbase there to worry for you

“so i sHOULD?? tae you’re basically saying that-”

alright that’s it

he needs to actually get through you this time because more often that not, you are so fucking stubborn that it beats him

he glares at you, eyes looking comically large and pissy as he’s stopped in the middle of slurping from his cup noodles to talk some sense into you

it feels like an eternity until he finishes his noodles and you were almost tempted to just eat the remaining portion to fasten his pace

“in rich kid kim terms, or reality y/n terms?”

you’re almost too scared to answer but you already do before you can even process, raising two fingers

and for a moment, you think tae’s actually gonna go easy on you!

whew you definitely aren’t prepared if-

“do you come out together by the main door? or from the back?”

your eyes are as large as they could possibly be and if you stay in that same shocked and taken-aback state, you’d need to look for those creams with how much your eyebrows and your forehead are creased

u-uh well now that i think about it-...” okay maybe you and jungkook don’t come into uni by any of the several hundred main entrances at all, but that doesn’t mean-

“does he hold your hand? carry your backpack? doesn’t matter if you have a dumbbell in there or not, does he carry it?” tae lists item after item, racking through his mind as these were also all the things he does, and all the things he’s picked up from everyone

“does he bring your water? lend his hoodie when you’re not even sniffling? pick a fight when someone even looks at you the wrong way? read something relatively romantic in english lit, then text you about it? brag about you to his friends? does he-...”

...

....

okay

you are awfully too silent for even your nature

tae was blissfully obvious just two seconds ago when he was enumerating boyfriend traits (that he himself exhibited, excuse you) left and right

then he started to realize that you weren’t stuttering nor interjecting on the side

he’s :O when you’re standing up from your seat, straightening out your hoodie, one that isn’t jungkook’s, that you’ve been anxiously wrinkling for the past ten minutes

“excuse me, tae. i have uh.. i have a lot to think about.”

everything he’s said made a solid number on you because not even distracting yourself becomes successful

not even your mini fixation on gouache helped you because so far it really sucks

it’s become a routine of jungkook to come over to your apartment almost everyday that it practically feels he’s living with you

he knows where you keep your milk and how cold you want the AC to blast and how you organize your groceries

and yet jungkook can’t-

“koo do you love me?”

it’s a question that was sprung so suddenly because come to think of it, you’re knitting and jungkook’s head is buried in your thighs while he tries to take a nap

he doesn’t bother trying to figure out your thought process because it’s a question that’s so simple that it seemed trivial

jungkook’s a dream when he nods and hums to your thighs, making you tread your hands on his hair instead of your roll of yarn

“mhmmm. more than life itself.”

he loves loves you!!! he doesn’t even know why you’re asking

“okay,” you hum back, crouching down to press a kiss on his nape that he appreciates because he’s a little ticklish on that spot, “hold my hand tomorrow then.”

:-)

jungkook launches from his position on your thighs, sitting up immediately that it’s gotten him dizzy

“... w-what?”

oh boy here it goes

you don’t feel like dancing around this issue anymore because after all, you do have the right to stick your finger in this!!

he’s your boyfriend i mean like what’s not clicking

“it’s not that big of a deal, jungkook. it’s not like i asked you to propose to me or something.”

his eyes widen more at that, his cheeks puffing out and it makes you realize that taehyung was right and it dOES look like he’s hiding a goldfish in there sometimes

you try to bite back a laugh at that but jungkook is devoid from any entertainment at all, looking like you just asked him to pick between you and the universe

“you uh want me to propose??”

he has his hand awkwardly caressing his nape and his cheeks flush as he’s trying to process things

yeah he DOES love you and he’ll marry you eventually but you’re doing this now!!! as in now??

how’s your wedding gonna work? god, can the two of you decide on the menu for your reception? does this mean your aunts and his aunts would mee?? no no that could not possibly be-

“you don’t need to,” you sheepishly mumble and you’re not gonna deny that marrying jungkook did cross your mind every once in awhile

you aren’t against it but marriage is not the issue at hand!! it’s just about him hOLDING your hand tomorrow and not forever now

“so you don’t want me to?”

...... christ where is this going to

there’s palpable tension in the air and you just feel like giving up, sinking further into the couch and koo’s reading TOO much into it

what if you slouching on the couch means you’re breaking up with him and you wouldn’t marry him even if he was the last person alive

“if you aren’t ashamed of me, or if you don’t feel like dYING when i’m five feet away from you and your jock friends-“

“lovie i-“

your ringless hand raises and prompts him to shut up, palms a little sweaty and fingers tired from stress-knitting

“then hold my hand. tomorrow. please.”

:-)

okay fine then

last night wasn’t exactly the best experience because you felt a little too distant even if he was enveloping you into his arms

last night, kook didn’t even dare to try and press mischievous kisses from your jaw to your shoulder because you felt untouchable with how wringed you were

then he had breakfast by himself much earlier and had to practically sHAKE you awake to whisper that he’s gonna leave earlier because he has a plan, and then proceeds to tell you to act as if you didn’t know that he has a plan, then go back to sleep and forget altogether that this literal rude awakening even happened

if you ask him, he is wearing the most boyfriend fit ever in this entire universe

which is uh his regular outfit of a fit shirt and a cool-looking jacket with chunk boots thrown on top of it

BUT!!!!

hear him out ok

he’s wearing a bracelet

uh huh

a bracelet...... that has the iNITIAL of your name

yuh how romantic is that

man both hallmark and netflix must be bankrupt because of jeon jungkook!! he’s sure of it

he just knows

the big deal of it all is jungkook waiting for you by the stairs, bouncing on heels out of displaced nervous energy because he’s too jittery to just coolly lean against the wall

“kook?”

you’re tilting your head at the sight, a little lost but more on fond as he smiles squarely 

“y/n! it’s uh, it’s you! wow!!” 

he exclaims but not without tucking his hands into his pockets and non-discreetly looking around your surrounding before he deems it clear enough, which is what you still find useless for him to even do it!!

the whole point of this is to not care!!

he’s gingerly placing himself beside you and although it’s not exactly what you asked for, it makes you sigh a breath of relief because it’s been tOO long that you’ve been next to him in this public atmosphere

he’s not exactly far, but he isn’t exactly bumping shoulders with you either

there are some glances alright 

jungkook has a loose grip on you but you could fEEL how his hand is so sweaty

he’s just looking at the floor and he allows you to guide him because if not for you, he would’ve been bumping into both lockers and people non-stop

u actually have first period together but you typically sit rowS away but now he’s just sitting on the chair right above yours

he isn’t next to you but he’s literally above you, so maybe you’ll take it

you can’t exactly text taehyung how it’s going because he could see everything from where he’s seated at

this was supposed to be an enjoyable time :(

a nice, giggly, warm enjoyable time with jungkook

but being this unrestricted meant him being so rigid that quite frankly, you’ve grown sick and wary of it in less than an hour

you’re making your way to the library and jungkook’s sTILL following you when you were sure he wouldn’t have

and if you ask him, he doesn’t know either why he followed you

he jus did it without thinking even if it meant him taking quick steps behind you with his head down 

he doesn’t know why you’re here and he feels a little guilty that he should know it if this was already a part off your routine

but this time, jungkook can’t look at you because this time, you’re the one who’s unreachable

who kNOWS what your empty stare could possibly mean

“we don’t have to do this anymore, y’know.”

that’s the quickest way to conclude it, nodding to yourself surely

meanwhile, jungkook is a millisecond away from a goddamn mELTDOWN

“w-what do you mean?”

“this!” you genuinely chuckle and even wiggle your hands around to make a point

he swears to god rn that he is gonna BLUBBER

“a-are you breaking up with me right now?”

his voice is already cracking and it reminds him that oh, yeah, the two of you are in the library and he’s about to cRY

you’re gasping when you take his trembling hand and jungkook wants to snatch it back and beg you to hold it tighter at the same time

oh no :-)

“it’s okay. i don’t mind anymore. and what, we’re gonna graduate like a year from now! doesn’t matter anymore.”

but wait it SHOULD matter

he’s gonna cry oh god oh god he’s gonna-

“you don’t need to change for me.”

:((

so that’s what

jungkook cries and it’s from relief that no, you aren’t breaking up with him

“o-okay,” he nods as he wipes his own tears that are blurring his vision and there’s sO much that he actually worries if it would budge his contacts

he just wants a hug from you to console him like you always do

but instead, you look around, settle on tapping his chin, then standing up

“cheer up. i’m gonna go eat lunch with felix.”

and then yOU’RE the one leaving him

quick

does he really look like a red-nosed, bleary-eyes, puffy-lipped mess??

say sike rn lads

jungkook clearly doesn’t look the best and he doesn’t exactly know what he was doing when he came out of the library and marched over to hang out with his friends like he always did

but something’s just different

he looks like someone whose world turned upon him and has nothing left to himself

surprisingly, it’s not hobi who’s the only one thinking of that

his friends are all ????

“y’okay man??”

namjoon’s the first to break the silence and everyone sighs because they were all holding a breath just by looking at jungkook’s distraught state

“yeah! just, uh, just —“

he’s back to being preppy in an instant but he can’t establish eye contact, swinging his arms by his sides and looking around just to look natural and gOD IS THAT YOU??

you’re you

you’re there, walking with felix and your backpack on hIS shoulder

.,., the same backpack that he’s bought you one birthday ago, on tHIS dude’s shoulder strewn as if he didn’t panic in between which variant should he buy for you

you look blissfully unaware that he’s cried himself just by thinking about you and your words and lack of actions just awhile ago

“nothing.” 

jungkook grits out and suddenly, he isn’t sad anymore :D

just uh

just a lil frustrated :D agitated :D or maybe feeling a little inadequate and outraged :D

this other mini breakdown going on his head doesn’t go unnoticed because here he is, so close to injuring his fist with how tight he’s clenching it

the guys, however.,.,

seokjin whistles and goes as far to squint his eyes intentionally that he looked like a distraught chihuahua, immediately grabbing jungkook’s actions as he nods his head to your direction

“y/n, right?”

jungkook froze and everyone is just waiting on him, mouths a little parted because they’ve caught on jin’s little plan and somehow, he might’ve struck a chord sO hard that-

“keep your fucking dick in your pants, seokjin.”

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH

everyone’s reacting to his seething like a flock of seagulls to a piece of bread

yeah they’ve seen the youngest of their group mad, but not tHIS type of mad that he looks like he would’ve hit his hyung with a skillet upright if he had one onhand

everyone’s visibly offended besides seokjin, the man mentioned just amusedly shrugging his shoulders with a dimpled smile that unintentionally provoked jungkook even more

“told you,” yoongi gives up his last batch of cookies to namjoon, a long-winded bet finally coming to an end because of what was only supposed to be a harmless question by jin

“if y/n was your girlfriend, you could’ve just said so!!” 

jin ruffles his hair and it doesn’t exactly take a genius to see how he cares for you!!

jungkook looks out for you in ways he couldn’t even notice doing

he always had two umbrellas in his backpack and when it was raining, he’d leave one on purpose by the front of this specific locker

hoseok actually borrowed an eraser without permission from kook once, but then he found a combination of tampons n napkins that he grimaced because what :// those aren’t even the good brands!! he has a sister and now has a handful of knowledge about monthly visits, so he takes note to talk to jungkook about it some time

there’s even an extra sweater in his backpack that always remains unotuched

one time, jimin complained that he was cold and turned to jungkook, full-well knowing that the fucker had oNE more sweater tucked in his bag, who just plains-out ignore him and even tch!s him under his breath

they somehow had a clue all along and now that jungkook realizes, he may be a little dENSE

OH RIGHT

WHY WOULD HE HAVE KEPT YOU HIDDEN

that’s entirely stoopid of him

what was the reason lmao

this time, jungkook’s more than eager to make it up to you

eVEN if you’ve insisted that nothing was wrong!!

it was just the last day before christmas break so it went by considerably fast-paced because even the professors were a little antsy to come home!!

that didn’t stop him, because clearly, jungkook holds your hand tight this time and he’s looking straight ahead

he looks proud

he feels natural and giggly the whole day that you couldn’t stop either because it’s a complete 360 from yesterday

wouldn’t absolutely stop holding your hand and following you

even kisses the top of your head like a kitten repeatedly

eVEN SAT IN A CLASS HE DIDN’T HAVE TO BE WITH YOU

something’s up with jungkook alright

the two of you are back again on the couch — you knitting, and him buried and napping on your thighs

it’s a bit of a shock when he grabs your hand all of a sudden, a half-sleepy and full-on dreamy look on his face when he’s looking up at you from being laid down on your lap

a red silicone band :D

you’re still speechless when he’s sliding it on your ring finger, admittedly getting the wrong finger the first time which is why he’s sheepish and holding back a giggle

“jungkook....?”

unsurprisingly, it looks good on you

he seems to think so himself when he’s giving you another one, holding his hand out and you’re doing the same without even an explanation present

“it’s a placeholder :)”

a placeholder?? hold on ur heart is a lil fragile

your eyes widen and your lips downturn on instinct, making him giggle as he smushes your cheeks to just let him explain

“all this marriage talk just had me thinking-”

“are you PROPOSING right now??”

both the mix of panic and excitement stains you clearly, mouth dropping open as you try to fumble for atleast something to wipe your face with

hee-hee 

“maybe i am, maybe i’m not :)”

jungkook’s such a romantic it’s SICKENING

his mind drifts off and you can’t blame him!!

his family’s well-off so maybe he could cash in his next ten birthdays for a loan or maybe even a house to help ease the two of you in

maybe the two of you could even build it from the ground up

the two of you could also move into this nice apartment after graduation!! he’s been eyeing it for quite awhile actually

“you wanna get married early?”

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t :D”

jungkook’s faux nonchalance makes you grin yourself, the both of you knowing what answer he’d yield anyway

“as long as it’s you,” you declare surely, bending down to press a kiss on his nose that tickles him and makes his heart full

“as long as it’s me?”

jungkook smiles cheekily at your statement pressing kisses on the top of your thighs that’s got you fumbling at him to just embrace you immediately

he’s a little bulky with all the muscles he’s gained and worked on, a little pressured when he’s sitting on your lap upright and won’t absolutely stop kissing you sweetly

“you should start on knitting your wedding garter now :D”

[pascalpanic]

i am SPAMMIN ur inbox i apologize my love BUT if i may say: “No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!” from the prompt list with frankie or javi would be so good

frankie because he’s a shy lovesick dork

javi because “NO they can’t know i was that whipped from the beginning”

also stay hydrated today, you’re wonderful thank you for always making me smile :”)

sunny NEVER apologize for spamming me

Mama Morales (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: You help Frankie move. Teresa, Frankie’s mom, loves to meddle.

W/C: 1.4K

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad.

A/N: this was unbetad (like many of these requests) so. beware of fuckups. I just wanted an excuse to call Frankie a DILF, and sunny u handed it to me on a silver platter. lessgo. also “alabanza” means “praise to this”, it’s a commonly used phrase to mean “praise” in the way english would use like “thank god”.

Frankie’s fiancée left him after the events in South America. It wasn’t a total surprise to him- Jen had been on edge of a breakup with him for a while now. She never wanted to be a mother, never wanted the domesticity that Frankie did. They wanted different things. She no longer wanted the child she and Frankie had.

So she left. She left the baby at Teresa Morales’s home in the middle of the night and called her home number. She called the woman who Frankie thought would one day be her mother-in-law. Left a short voicemail and blocked her number.

Instead of returning home to his fiancée, he found his mother and his daughter sitting in his apartment. Teresa teared up as she stood and walked to her son. “She left, mijo.”

He sobbed and sobbed into his mother’s arms until his little girl cried herself out of hunger. He went to feed his child and decided if Jen wasn’t going to be a mother to his child, he was going to be the best damn single father he could.

Frankie didn’t know what to do. When his mother finally left, he reached for the phone to call you. You’d met Frankie through Jen at a bar. You’d liked the man instantly. You became better friends with him than you ever had been with Jen. You’d been crushing on him since the day you met him, but you’d never do something like that.

You pick up and Frankie talks first. “Hey.”

“Hi, how was the mission?” You ask, somewhat cheery. You love talking with the man. Jen had mentioned he was going on another trip with his buddies from the Special Ops days. You liked the men, having met them a few times in the past.

He doesn’t answer. “Have you heard from Jen in the past week?” He asks.

Hm. “No, I haven’t. Why?” You ask.

He pauses. “She left. I don’t know where she went, but she left my mother a voicemail and left Indie with her. She said she’s left me for good. And she didn’t want Indie anymore,” he says, choked up the most at the last part.

Your heart stops. “Frankie,” you coo softly. “Can I bring dinner over to your place tomorrow?”

He nods. “I would like that.”

-

So Frankie raised little Indie (short for Indigo) on his own for a few months. He stayed in the home he and Jen once shared, raising her. He texted and called you often. You found yourself at their place many nights in a week.

Eventually, the memories of the home grew to be too much. It was around the time that Indie turned one. She grew to adore you. You and Teresa were the only people other than her daddy who she liked to be held by.

“Yo,” you answered through a mouthful of food. Frankie just called you.

“I’m thinking about moving,” he admitted, right off the bat.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you didn’t sooner, to be honest. I think it’ll do you some good.”

That night, you went with him to drive around and look at houses for sale. It was fun. You snacked and drank sodas as you drove through your town, looking at houses. He’d mention one he liked, you’d disapprove. The reverse happened often too.

A few weeks later, Frankie decided that an apartment would be best. Especially since it’s just him and Indie. Once he finally signed the lease, it was time to move. Both you and his mother insisted on helping.

“Come on, Frankie. It’s the least I can do. Friends help friends move, right?” You’d asked him over the phone.

He’d sighed. “I suppose. Just… my mom can be a bit much. She’s gonna-“

“Parents love me. Don’t worry about it, Fish.”

Now you’re at Frankie’s new apartment building, along with Teresa and Frankie. The three of you are sitting in the bare living room, you on the floor and the Moraleses on the couch. Frankie bounces Indie on his knee. The woman is absolutely fantastic. You can tell how she raised such a wonderful man as Frankie.

You tell her that and she grins. “Oh, Frankie does that on his own. He’s just lucky to have you around. You’re his angel, you know that?”

Frankie sinks down on his couch, hiding his face with his ball cap. “Mom,” he whines. “Don’t tell her I said that about her!”

Teresa completely disregards her son. “Oh, you mean so much to him. Always helping out with Indie, giving him company.”

You look at Frankie with a little smile. He dares to peek at you from under his cap and you grin. A smile crosses his face but he pulls it back down.

“He makes it easy,” you practically sing as you look at the man and his baby. He does. You love being around him, love the man and his baby girl.

Frankie groans and sits up, setting Indie on Teresa’s lap. “Let’s get moving shit, huh?” He asks and claps his hands together.

“You can’t take a compliment, Frankie,” you chuckle and stand from your place on the floor.

-

The moving process goes smoothly. It mostly consists of you and Frankie hauling boxes up and down the stairs or elevator, and Teresa remains in the apartment with Indie.

You poke and tease at each other, until you’re unloading the final box. You stand next to each other in the elevator, and it’s quiet for a moment. “I’m glad I can be a help. I love you and your daughter and I-“ you cut yourself off. Did you really just say you love him?

“Well, we love you too,” Frankie chuckles, brushing it off as love between friends. Brushing it off so he doesn’t have to desperately hope and think about it when you leave him tonight, in his apartment with just him and Indie.

You smile a little. “Not only do I love you guys, I happen to think Indie’s dad is kinda cute,” you admit teasingly.

“Oh really?” He asks, his ears tingeing red.

You nod and smile straight ahead. “He’s a dilf, I must say.”

Frankie loses it laughing, his head falling against the back of the elevator. “I’m a dilf?”

“Yeah you are,” you grin. “You’re hot, you’re in shape, you’re funny, you’re kind. But Indie’s dad… he’s really something.”

He chuckles a little, fully blushing now. “Well, I’ve heard Indie really loves this woman her dad hangs around with. She’s been trying to get them together for ages, but her dad is a dumbass.”

You giggle and look at him, grinning ear to ear. “No way, that’s crazy,” you laugh. “Do you think she’d mind if that woman kissed her dad?”

He’s grinning just as wide as you are. “I don’t know about her, but I think her dad would really like it.”

And so you set down your box, and Frankie sets down his, and you put your hands on his shoulders and lean up gently as he bends down to you. Your lips meet in the middle, each smile fading as the lips exposing the teeth begin to press against each other. You throw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and Frankie puts his arms around your waist.

The elevator door opens and there stands Teresa Morales. She’s in shock for a moment but then she squeals in excitement. “Ay, alabanza!” She shouts happily, clapping her hands together and holding them to her chest. “Frankie, you finally did it,” she coos.

You break away with wide eyes, frightened that she saw it, but you laugh a little as you look up at him. “Finally?”

“Yeah, I tell my mom about you,” he admits and rubs the back of his neck. “She’s been pushing me for a while now.”

“I told you she felt the same! Ah, now get in this apartment with those boxes and let’s tell Indie about this development.”

Frankie laughs and lifts his box. “Ma, she’s a year old. She’s not gonna know any better.”

“I don’t know, I think she’s got a lot of insight,” you tease Frankie, nudging his hip with yours as you walk to the doorway. Before you enter, the same thought flashes through both of your minds. You steal one last kiss before you walk inside.

[4stars-uswnt]

Livestream Revelations [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Can you do a cute Christen Press Quarantine type of imagine? There could never be enough Pressy to go around hahaha. Thank youuu

requested by anon: Could you please write a cute quarantine interview/livestream with christen?

A/N: i agree! there def could never be enough cp to around...gosh i love that woman. also, this was one of my favs, so i hope you all enjoy it too! lemme know what u think :)

“Hey guys.” You smile into the camera, as you lean your phone against your water bottle. “We’re extremely bored, so we decided to come on here and answer some questions.”

You look over to your girlfriend, encouraging her to say something.

“(Y/N) practically forced me to do this.” Christen rolls her eyes, hiding a grin.

You playfully push her shoulder, laughing. “Don’t even lie, Chris. You love interacting with the fans, plus you were bored out of your mind.”

At that, Christen can only smirk, knowing you were right.

The two of you had been dating for almost four years now and lived together in an apartment in Seattle during the offseason. When COVID first hit, before lockdown was enforced, Christen quickly got on the first flight from Utah, so that the two of you could quarantine together. Now, almost 5 months later, the two of you were going slightly insane. Although you loved spending time with each other, especially considering the NWSL season often separated you two, not being able to go out was causing you to go a little stir crazy.

“Alright,” you clap your hands and scroll through the incoming comments, “let’s see what kind of questions you guys have.”

“Oh, there’s one.” Christen squints, pointing to one of the recurring questions. “How did the two of you meet?”

“Oh, this is a funny story.” You chuckle. “Well, we met in college, and we actually met in our Philosophy class before we even met on the team.”

Before you can continue to tell the story, Christen interrupts you, her cheeks flushed. “Nooooo. Please don’t tell this story. It’s so embarrassing.”

“Awww,” You coo, pinching her cheeks, “it was adorable, babe.”

Your girlfriend pouts and crosses her arms, as you start again. “So, basically, our professor had assigned seats, but Ms. Press over here didn’t know that. So, I go to sit in my seat only to find that someone else was sitting there, and I say to her, ‘I think you’re in my seat,’ and she looks up at me and said… what did you say to me?” You look over at your blushing girlfriend with a teasing glint in your eye.

Christen covers her face with her hands and mumbles out something.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You lean in closer.

The older forward removes her hands. “I said, ‘Your seat? This can be your seat if you give me your number.”

At that, you throw your head back and burst out laughing. Looking back at your phone, you see a flood of comments from many of your national team teammates.

“Ha! Megan said, ‘That doesn’t sound like the Pressy I know.’” You turn back to your girlfriend and poke her side. “Yeah, that was a pretty bold move for you.”

“I thought you were beautiful, and I didn’t know if I’d see you again, so I thought, why not?” Christen shrugs.

“Awwww, babe. You thought I was beautiful?” You give her a wet kiss on her cheek.

“You still are.” She grumbles, wiping her face. You feel your cheeks warm and your heart melt, and you give her a quick kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Christen responds, before looking at the incoming questions. “Hmmm, okay, next question. Let’s see… oh, here’s one: (Y/N), what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Is that really a question, or do you just want me to boost your ego?” You raise your eyebrow skeptically.

“It’s an actual question!” Christen insists, gesturing to the phone.

You breathe out a laugh. “Okay, uhhhhh, do you mean like favorite physical feature or favorite personality trait…?” You trail off, and Christen slaps your shoulder.

“Stop stalling!”

“Alright, alright.” You throw your hands up in innocence. “Well, I’ll just answer both. My favorite physical feature of my gorgeous girlfriend would have to be her smile. It literally just lights up my entire world and is just so infectious.”

As you answer, a wide smile breaks out on your girlfriend’s face.

“See what I mean.” You find yourself grinning, fondly admiring the woman you love. “And, my favorite personality trait of Christen would have to be… hmmm, this one is difficult because I just love everything about her.” You honestly admit.

“Aw, babe, I love you, too.” Christen’s face softens, and she pulls you in for a tender kiss. “But answer the question.”

“Ahhh, okay!” You chuckle. It takes you a couple of seconds to come up with a succinct answer, but you finally find the words to an answer. “I wouldn’t say that I have a favorite trait, but one thing that I appreciate about Christen is her huge heart. She is just so compassionate and caring for everyone around her, and she’s so selfless, just always giving. She has so much love in her heart, and I’m just so lucky that she’s shared some with me.”

Your voice cracks at the end, as you start getting a little emotional, and you can see Christen discreetly wiping her eyes.

Clearing your throat, you look back at the comments, and you smile, as the forward mouths an ‘I love you.’

By now, there are many comments from fans saying ‘They’re so cute!’ or ‘MY SHIP’ or even ‘my heart can’t take this.’ You scroll through them and spot a few from your teammates.

mrapinoe: This is so gay

mrapinoe: I love it

tobinheath: You guys are so cute!

ashlynharris24: Wow, who knew (Y/N) could be so romantic

kelleyohara: C’mon dude answer my question!!!!

You let out a small laugh at your best friend’s comment. “What’s your question, Kel?”

You and Christen wait a couple of seconds for the defender to type out her question. Amidst the hundreds comments, you finally see Kelley’s name pop up again. 

“Kelley says, ‘(Y/N), is it true that you had a crush on someone while at Stanford?’” Christen reads from the screen, before turning to glare at you.

You cringe under the scrutiny of your girlfriend. “Wow, Kel, are you trying to get me in trouble?” You mutter out.

“Answer the question, (Y/N).” Christen pushes, jealousy seeping through her voice. Throughout your time at Stanford, the two of you had been best friends, telling each other everything, but Christen had never been aware of any crush you’d had.

“Ummm… well there was this one girl that I really liked.” You trail off, avoiding your girlfriend’s eyes.

“Really?” Christen raises her eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but I was too nervous to do anything about it.” You shrug, not wanting to elaborate anymore, but the forward wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.

“Who was it? Do I know her?”

“Chris, it’s not that big of a deal. This was like ten years ago.”

“Was it Ali? Morgan? Lea? Oh my gosh, was it Kelley?” Christen interrogates, as you shake your head to each of them.

“Ew, Chris, you think I had a crush on Kelley. She’s like my sister!” You gag at the mental image.

“Well, then who was it?” She wines.

“It was you.” You admit. Although the two of you met at Stanford, and Christen so boldly asked for your number, you hadn’t started dating until four years ago, as neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship.

“What?” Christen’s eyes widen.

“I had a huge crush on you when we were in college. From the moment that you were sitting in my seat, I knew you were the one, as cheesy as that sounds. And as we spent more time together, on and off the pitch, my feelings grew stronger and stronger, but I didn’t know if you felt the same, so I never told you. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend.” You reveal, rambling on.

“Seriously?” Christen whispers, and you nod.

“Dead serious, babe.”

Not knowing what to say, your girlfriend cups your face and brings you in for a sweet kiss.

Before the kiss could get too heated on camera, Christen pulls away. “By the way, I had a little crush on you in college as well.”

“Hm, really?” You smirk.

“Mhm.”

“Well, we ended up together in the end, didn’t we?” You brush a hair out of her face.

“Yup, I always had a feeling we would.” Christen playfully boasts.

“Okay there, Delphi.” You joke, as your girlfriend pushes you away, calling you a nerd.

“Well, alright you guys, I think that we’re gonna end this livestream right now because we’re not too bored anymore, or at least I found something else to do.” You wiggle your brows at Christen, smirking.

“(Y/N)!” Christen slaps your shoulder.

ashlynharris24: Get it (Y/N)!!!

alexmorgan13: Real smooth (Y/N/N)

allie_long_: 🔥🔥🥵

“See you all later!” You wave at the camera and end the stream.

After you shutting off your phone and tossing it on the couch, you turn to your girlfriend. “So now what?”

“Well, all of a sudden I’m not that bored, and I think we have some lost time to make up for.” Christen sings, looking over her shoulder, as she makes her way towards the bedroom. “You coming?”

“Gosh, I love you, Christen Press.” You grin, before scrambling off your chair and following your girlfriend into your bedroom.

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 46

The truth begins to be untold, from multiple perspectives.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ??? I honestly don’t know what this counts as anymore

Warnings: Strong language

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You can’t breathe for several seconds. You feel yourself begin to tremble, and Wonho must feel it too, because he places a protective hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?”

For a moment, the club swims before you. No. No. You’re not letting her win, not again. With enormous effort, you summon that numbness once more, letting it settle over you. In a single moment, you adjust your posture and expression, and although your throat feels like it’s about to close up, you don’t allow your voice to change. You’re an actress, after all. “Good to see you’re having fun,” you tell Yoongi cooly, ignoring Seoyeon. The redhead’s eyes narrow at your obvious disinterest. Yoongi’s gaze sweeps between you and Wonho, who’s glistening with sweat from dancing. Wonho’s mesh top is sticking to his defined abs.

“Looks like you are too,” Yoongi replies quietly. His brows knit together and his eyes search yours, almost pleading –

He can’t do this to me. It’s not fair. And you can’t keep your voice steady much longer. You take a long pull of your drink.

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon whines.

“Hyung!” Out of nowhere, Hoseok breaks through the crowd, looking wildly between you and Yoongi. “Ha… I-I didn’t know you’d be here!” He says through a too-wide smile. 

Still looking at you, Yoongi jerks his head toward Seoyeon, who continues clinging to him. You notice Hoseok twitch. 

Without breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you reach up and rest your hand on Wonho’s, who’s still holding your shoulder. “Wonho, I’m going to BTS’s private room. Hoseok, is it okay if Wonho comes with?”

“Of course.” 

Wonho seems confused, but – bless him – he goes along with you as you turn your back on Seoyeon… and Yoongi. 

“So! Tell me about your mixtape, how’s that going?” You hear Hoseok shout over the music as you lead Wonho away. By the time you finally shut the door, closing yourself off from the club, you feel like the night has lasted for far longer than a few songs. 

The other members have disappeared, surely out on the dance floor or by the bar. Coats are strewn on the couch and chairs, and you can spot several empty bottles of soju on the counter.

‘Hey… you okay?” Wonho asks, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you answer too quickly. 

“Want to talk about it?”

For a moment, just a moment, you consider telling him everything: about Lisa, missing and possibly dead. About Xiumin, who proved that you really couldn’t trust anyone. About Yoongi, whose betrayal hurt you more than any real boyfriend could. About Seoyeon, how she and her cronies followed you out of the hospital. About that night, the shove, the blood, the walk, the cold. About the photo, and how it ruined your lamppost meetings with Yoongi forever. You could tell him about how you found Seoyeon’s picture on Lisa’s laptop, making you fear the worst. 

Or the relentless cyberbullying. Would Wonho understand? You reach up, rubbing your thumb against the Starry Night pendant. Your situation is comically unique – would anyone understand? You’re stronger now, yes, but what does your strength mean if Lisa is gone forever and Yoongi is dating your attacker?

Your phone buzzes. Finally, is it the contract from FYP Entertainment? 

@mrsminnie<3: Guys! I made a poll, vote who u think Yoongi is better with- @seoyeonnielovesbts vs @yourname!

@jjksaysfuck: WHY does @yourname still think she’s relevant? Suga BROKE UP WITH HER lollll her career is #deadinthewater

@captainkookie21: @jjksaysfuck kinda like @yourname soon ;) #SUGA belongs to ARMYs! You’ll see ^-^

@streamDIEnamite03: Ok but like,,,, did anyone see that commercial with @WONHO and @yourname??? That was spicy 0_0

“Y/n?”

“Oh, sorry!” You realize you’ve been silent for several seconds too long. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should’ve known this would happen eventually, just…” You tuck your phone away. Not so soon.

“Dunno what he thinks he’s doing, showing up like this after that PR fiasco,” Wonho says, eyeing the door as though Yoongi is right behind it. “I mean, it looks like the girl wanted to come, Yoongi’s never been one for clubs. But seriously, dating a fan? You’d think he’d know better.”

You freeze. “Right.” You forgot that to the public, you and Yoongi met on the set of Possible. You forgot that you were never an ARMY – Yoongi wouldn’t date a fan.

“She gives me weird vibes, I dunno. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod. “I just want a few minutes without having to worry.” You’re both still standing awkwardly by the door, and you nod at the couch. “Wanna sit down? We can go back to the dance floor once we’ve caught our breath.”

“Sure. Hey, I never mentioned it earlier and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but that outfit looks really great on you.”

You laugh. Maybe the night doesn’t have to be a waste after all. 

~~~

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon coos. “Buy me a drink?” “Get your own,” Yoongi growls, tugging his arm out of her grasp. He forgot the group had a VIP room at Club Xyon; what were they doing in it?

Spread around the dancefloor, he sees Jungkook and Jimin having one of their famous dance battles; Taehyung is dancing in the front, vibing with the smitten DJ. Jin and Namjoon are sitting in a booth, surrounded by gorgeous idols.

And Hoseok is with him. Y/n and Wonho are alone.

Seoyeon is still whining. “But Suga, I want you to get it for me!”

Ugh. “Fine, what do you want?”

“Anything. Make it strong.”

Yoongi locks eyes with Hoseok, making sure he knows to keep an eye on Seoyeon, before heading to the bar.

“Suga!” The pretty mixologist grins broadly at his approach. “I’m a big fan! What can I get for you?”

Yoongi nods. “Thanks. Can I get some sparkling water with vodka on the rim and – I don’t know, something strong? Whatever you want to make, but with an extra shot.”

She nods, and sets about making the drinks. As he’s waiting, Yoongi’s phone buzzes with a text:

D-man: eyo Gloss [11:13]

D-man: got some shit for u [11:14]

Yoongi: Please tell me it’s good [11:14]

D-man: u don’t pay me for good u pay me for results [11:15]

D-man: anyway idk about good, but it’s something? [11:15]

D-man: seems weird tho [11:16]

Yoongi: What do you mean? [11:17]

D-man: hang on there’s more [11:17]

D-man: lemme call u soon [11:17]

Yoongi: ???? [11:18]

“Here are your drinks – oh, no charge!” The mixologist says with a wink. “I’m never taking a cent from BTS.”

Yoongi laughs, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Call it a tip, then. I insist.”

Hoseok’s smile is strained as Seoyeon dotes on him. Yoongi wishes he could laugh at his discomfort, but Hoseok is the only one besides him and Y/n that actually knows what the girl is capable of. 

“Here.” He hands Seoyeon the drink and sips from his own sparkling water. He refuses to lose his inhibitions around her.

Wonho and Y/n are alone. What if he hurts her?

Seoyeon takes a big swig. She was already drinking in the car on the way to the club, and Yoongi doesn’t understand why, with so much at stake, she can have fun. 

She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n.

What he can’t understand is why Detective Kang and the rest of the police department aren’t investigating Seoyeon. Y/n did turn Lisa’s laptop over, right? Seoyeon’s photo was there, open on her desktop. Maybe they knew each other for unrelated reasons? But D would have told him.

Argh. This night wasn’t supposed to be such a mess. And what is Y/n doing?

~~~ 

“You’re kidding!” You snort into your glass of soju, almost spilling the drink down your front. “He said that?”

“Oh yeah. So I was like, dude, I’m not gonna fight you. Right? He was a head shorter than me. He didn’t like that, so he started swinging, but he ended up hitting my buddy–” 

Already buzzed and determined to forget about Yoongi, you laugh harder than you need to. “That’s crazy.”

Your phone buzzes once, twice, three times. Argh. You glance at Wonho, hoping he didn’t notice the notification, but… 

“Go ahead and take it,” Wonho says, ruffling his hair. “You’re hoping it’s the contract, right?”

“Ah – yeah, sorry.” You scroll through your notifications, past more hate messages. There’ve been fewer lately. You suppose you’re becoming old news. Still, some accounts have been more persistent. A text notification catches your eye:

Hi, L/n Y/n. I’m messaging you on behalf of Mr. Park of FYP entertainment. We expect a response to the contract offer by 5:00pm Tuesday.

“What?”

Wonho looks up from his screen. “What’s up?”

“This…” you furrow your brow. “This says I’ve already received the contract. But I’m certain I haven’t!” You reload your email inbox desperately, but nothing changes. Wonho leans closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Check your trash folder?” he suggests.

“But I haven’t deleted anything!”

“Just check.”

You sigh and click to view your recently deleted emails. There, staring at you, is an email with the subject line L/n Y/n FYP Ent. Contract of Employment 20xx.

“Oh my gosh, there it is!” You squeal, quickly moving it back to your inbox before tossing your phone aside and throwing your arms around Wonho. “Thank you so much!”

Wonho is quick to hug you back, laughing. “Of course. Glad I could help solve the mystery.”

As you gaze at Wonho, you’re filled with elation. Wonho’s easy. Unproblematic. Kind. “Wanna go back and dance?”

“Your wish, my command,” he replies with a wink. As you stand from the couch, Wonho steals a last glance at his phone- and does a double take. “Yo, what?”

“Wassup?”

“Ah, nothing. Just some stupid gossip about, er, Yoongi’s new girlfriend.”

Something burns in your throat. “Anything interesting?”

“Nah. Some people are saying that ‘cause her dad’s a cop, Yoongi must’ve committed a crime and her dad is letting him off if he dates Seoyeon.” Wonho chuckles. “The things people invent when they’ve got too much time on their hands.”

“What do you mean, her dad is a cop?”

He shrugs. “Detective, I guess. Same difference, and somehow I doubt Yoongi’s a felon. So! Are we gonna go dance?”

Kang Seoyeon.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly breathless. “Let’s dance.”

~~~

“I love this song!” Seoyeon squeals, waving her arms in the air. Yoongi, sipping his sparkling water, is doing his best to ignore her, while Hoseok is amusing himself with Seoyeon’s antics.

Yoongi wishes he could relax and enjoy himself, but with Y/n’s would-be killer and most certainly Lisa’s kidnapper now throwing it back to HyunA, and with D having something for him, Yoongi can’t do anything but stare around tensely. Suddenly, he notices Y/n and Wonho rejoining everyone on the dance floor. They’re laughing shoulder-to-shoulder. He feels a bolt of jealousy strike him like lightning, so fierce that he can barely breathe.

“Suga bear!” Seoyeon shouts, slurring her words slightly. She’s already finished her drink and is halfway through another. “You love me, right?”

Fucking hell. “No,” Yoongi replies, his voice flat. Behind Seoyeon, Yoongi can see Hoseok slap a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Seoyeon’s eyes fill with tears. “B-but you have to love me! I worked so hard, Suga! I did it all for you! You have to love me!”

Worked so hard? She had stalked him, tried to kill Y/n, and kidnapped Lisa. “Did all what for me?” Yoongi snarls. “You little –”

Bzzt. Bzzt. D is calling him.

Yoongi stares from his phone to Seoyeon to Y/n and Wonho across the dance floor. Shit. “Hoseok, keep an eye on her, okay?”

Hoseok salutes dramatically. “Yessir!”

With that, Yoongi snakes away from the crowd, eventually finding a less populated corner that gives him a perfect view of Y/n and Wonho having a great time. Wait…  is it his imagination, or does Y/n look-

“Gloss! Yo, my guy!”

Yoongi tapped his foot impatiently. “C’mon, what’ve you got?”

“Jeez, gimme a sec! Okay, so. Remember how that photo of you and Y/n was going around?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, so it came from, like, one of the red-haired chick’s backup accounts.”

“D, you fuckin’ told me this shit already, man.”

“I’m getting there! Stardom’s making you annoying, come back to Daegu.”

Yoongi snorts. “Keep talking.”

“So, you asked if Lisa had any side socials that weren’t under her name, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, I did a bit of digging – I charge extra for all the thirst tweets I had to look at, by the way – and I found that the fan account Seoyeon posted on has a very interesting username… one that corresponds pretty damn well to one her mutuals.” D took a deep breath. “Seoyeon’s account was called ‘@capkookies_btsbff’, and her mutual’s account is @captainkookie21. Remember how she kept talking about someone named Cap? Sooo I looked at that account, poking around, yknow? First thing: This was a total BTS fan account till, like, a few months ago. But after that? Gloss, this is some of the worst hate I’ve seen in a hot sec.”

“Whaddya mean, hate?”

“Hate towards your girl, bro! All sorts of bullshit, creepy stuff. Now, the IP address – which I took the liberty of finding, you’re welcome – tells me they’re in Seoul. The more interesting thing is that the address changed, and only a little over a month ago.”

“How can that change? I thought IPs were tied to devices.”

“They totally are! But socials aren’t. So this person was using one device, up until a month ago, and then switched.”

“They got a new phone?”

“Maybe. Or maybe they were trying to hide their location and were forced to use a new device.”

Yoongi’s forehead wrinkled. “Wha…”

He could hear D sigh over the phone. “Dude! Don’t you get it? Before they switched devices, this account was linked to Lisa’s phone!”

Yoongi’s jaw goes slack. That night at Seoyeon’s house… “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.” 

~~~

“W-Where’s Suuuu-ga?” Seoyeon whines, clutching at Hoseok’s arm. She finished the rest of her glass and is now clearly well on her way to drunk.

“He’ll be back soon,” Hoseok replies, trying to blend his movement in with the heavy bass so that he and Seoyeon don’t stand out too much.

“All I did was love him,” Seoyeon says now, her eyes wide and doe-like. 

Hoseok makes a face. “You stalked him.”

Shaking her head vehemently, Seoyeon takes another pull of her drink. “Nuh-uh. I never did.”

Hoseok purses his lips. She’s clearly willing to let slip information, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. “You followed him to that hospital, and that lamppost. That’s called stalking.”

“Nooooooo I di-hic-didn’t,” Seoyeon warbles, swaying. Hoseok catches her and props her up, brows knit. Is she okay? Of course, Hoseok was the last to claim a title for holding one’s liquor, but Seoyeon seems insistent on getting wasted.

“I was just –” Seoyeon hiccups and giggles to herself. “Captain’s orders!”

“Orders?” 

“Oops!” Seoyeon claps a hand over her mouth, stumbling backwards and bumping into an actress Heoseok recognizes from his favorite drama. “Nothingggg.”

This could be interesting. Hoseok plucks the glass from her hand, holding it away as she reaches for it. “Ah-ah-ah. I’ll give it back once you tell me what you meant.”

Seoyeon laughs, the sound going from a cute drunk giggle to something more intense, more concerning. “C-caaan’t~ Cap said I had to keep quiet.”

“Just tell me why you said you weren’t stalking Yoongi. You were following him, right? How else could you have found him at the hospital? And that lamppost?”

Seyeon sticks her tongue out. “Not telling!”

Is this really the same girl who shoved Y/n into a river and kidnapped Lisa under everyone’s noses?

Hoseok pauses and thinks. “Yoongi hasn’t kissed you, has he?”

Almost immediately, Seoyeon’s eyes well up with tears once more. “No! He never even touches me!”

“You know, I bet if you told me everything, he’d be really grateful.” Hoseok leans forward conspiratorially, barely able to hear himself over the music and shouts on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’d love you then.”

Seoyeon lets out a squeal that sounds practically inhuman. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Hoseok swallows down his guilt with the reassurance that he’s doing this for Y/n and Yoongi’s sakes. “So what were you doing at the hospital?”

Seoyeon stops and thinks hard, her face serious for the first time all night. “You really think he’ll love me? He won’t be mad?”

“Of course.”

Suddenly, Seoyeon shoots forward and snatches her glass away from Hoseok, downing the rest of the drink before he can blink. “I just wanted to be with him,” she says, wiping a droplet from her lips. “But I wasn’t following him. Cap said that she was at the hospital.” Seoyeon’s eyes turn dark, furious, the change so severe that Hoseok flinches. “Cap said she wanted to take Suga away from me. So I waited outside the hospital with my friends. Suga doesn’t belong to her!” Placing her glass on a nearby table, Seoyeon tugs at Hoseok’s sleeve desperately. “He belongs to me! To us, to ARMYs!”

 Goosebumps erupt along Hoseok’s arms. Fans like this have always terrified him. To claim ownership of a person just because they were an idol… “And the lamppost? You didn’t follow Y/n, did you?”

Seoyeon blinks heavily. “I didn’t seeeee her after she fell into the river. Cap just told me where to go, and when I saw them hugging, I wanted to kill Y/n.” She smiles sweetly as though her words were nothing but innocent. 

Hoseok can feel his stomach roil. “Why did you do all this?”

“Duh!” Seoyeon sweeps her arm around, gesturing at the club. “Cap’s friends with BTS! I was promised that Cap could set me up with Suga. And – hic – it worked.”

“We’re not friends. What?” Is this person someone the group knows? But Hoseok can’t think of many people the members of Bangtan are all friends with, except Y/n. No, surely…? She wouldn’t do that to herself.

It’s getting her a lot of publicity, a tiny voice in Hoseok’s head reminds him.

“W-What do you mean?” Seoyeon asks, a pout forming on her lips. “‘Course you are. After all, she has a video of Jimin saying her name.”

Hoseok’s heart is hammering in his chest. Y/n does love to tease Jimin. “At a fansign?” It would make sense, at least.

“Noooo~” Seoyeon says in a slurred singsong voice. “In your apartment.” She giggles, covering her mouth. “I recognized it from your lives!”

Hoseok’s own mouth goes dry. Had Y/n been manipulating his friend this whole time? “Oh.”

[rvmmm21]

. you’re gonna spaghet it .

summary : a home-cooked meal and a baking show is too much to ask for. but only when the person asking is seungwan.

small note : i'm tentatively back. and here's the worse news. you get this pile of 'what-the-fic-is-this?!' before i start clonking you over the head with my leg of yandere ham.

think of it as your pre-christmas coal in your stocking.

(this sat in my drafts for so long its not even funny. if i had a cent for every second i spent thinking about whether i wanted this out here, i'd have accumulated enough for the plane ticket, the lawyers and the hospital fees to fly over to SM to clonk them myself.)

just for tumblr. if you want to read this but in pretty, it’s here.

tw : tickling, probably many grammar errors because i do not know how to write anymore, and my cretinous knowledge of how tv recordings work.

[irene x white-winged dove!wendy]

. . .

[6:15pm] A mischievous smile tugs at her lips when she sees how Seungwan struggles.

. . .

Bae Joohyun blithely watches her girlfriend titter around the kitchen preparing vegetables for the chopping board. When the sound of water beginning to boil reaches attentive ears, she secretly smiles at the melodious hum of a happy tune.

Everything is going as planned!

However.

Pangs of guilt are beginning to tweak at Joohyun’s conscience. Because what she really wants to do is not to be a good girlfriend and offer a hand at stirring the pot. She doesn’t even want to sit patiently and wait to hear Seungwan sing out for her when dinner’s ready.

No. Joohyun wants to play. And she knows who she wants to play with. Even though it’s going to be a complete setback to the lovely night she’s sure her Wannie has planned out for them.

It was Seungwan’s idea to cook tonight, then eat together while they watch their favourite TV program. Pfft, ‘their favourite’. What Joohyun really means is she’ll happily watch the season finale of the unorthodox cooking show her girlfriend is currently obsessed with.

. . .

“It gives me ideas, unnie,” Seungwan had explained when, about a week ago, Joohyun had walked in on a very experimental game of muffin-making.

The latest episode of “Baking for the Seoul” flashed through Joohyun’s memory.

“Don’t the ingredients have to be… in the bowl, though?” she asked incredulously, eyes searching for any part of their countertop that was actually visible.

“Hm?” Seungwan looked up, wiping the frosting off her nose… with the wrong hand.

Joohyun raised an eyebrow. “And which one are we putting in the oven, your sludge mix or you?” She inquired, now searching for any part of her girlfriend’s face – that was actually visible.

When the girl in question stayed concentrated, apprehension bubbled in her gut at the state of that exceptionally thick bowl of frosting. She surreptitiously strained to peer behind a thoroughly battered Seungwan, trying her hardest to not actually step foot into the kitchen.

Her girlfriend has this… ‘thing’ about work space. Especially the kitchen.

“Wan-ah,” Joohyun’s tone was equal parts warning and concern. “You didn’t get any on your wings, did you… that frosting looks too thick and last time you got yourself all mucky, remember we had to – ”

“It’s fine it’s fine, look! I’m being careful!” Seungwan quipped cheerfully, pirouetting round to give a worried Joohyun a glimpse of her wings which were nicely folded through each designated slit in the back of her sky-blue jumper.

The latter breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them; all white, fluffy and – most importantly – clean. She inwardly shuddered at how much of a nightmare that bath was. Thank god she’s behaving this time, she thought.

Although momentary relief didn’t stop her from contemplating an alternative method of keeping her mind at ease.

But the thought of having Seungwan wear her wing guards in their own home tugged at her unpleasantly. It was bad enough she had to have them on when they were out in potentially stressful situations. So she wouldn’t accidentally hurt herself or anyone around her… which had unfortunately happened once or twice before. It was clearly a burden to go about so obviously restricted, and despite Seungwan’s insistence on having grown used to them, Joohyun could always feel how upset she’d get whenever she was helping to do the clasps up behind her.

Definitely no wing guards then. And if that meant Joohyun would be bruising her knees for hours on end trying to keep dense baking mix and her messy baby bird two separate entities, then she’d happily do it.

Whatever kept Seungwan chirping.

Plus, her little chef looked damned determined, so she thought it appropriate to slip in one last passing remark before plucking a banana from the rack. “Yah, Wannie! Let me know if I’m gonna have to pick out birdie feathers from my cupcakes, okay?”

Seungwan grumbled something along the lines of a ‘hm, yeah whatever unnie’ in response.

Joohyun just laughed, heading back to their room and leaving the mastermind to her latest trial.

> > > > > 

[7:00 p.m] Seungwan doesn't know which she finds more horrifying: what Joohyun intends to do to her or the fact that they're going to have to have take-away two nights in a row.

. . .

It should’ve been a simple mission.

Retrieve a fresh packet of spaghetti from the topmost shelf.

Her attempts are… laughable. She’s clearly doing her best.

Though she doesn't realise it yet, she’s still being watched. From the living room, Joohyun is watching. And she isn’t laughing. Hands ball into unconscious fists as a tight wave of numbness washes over her at how adorable Seungwan looks.

Just… like that: both wings tucked against her back, beautiful and neat as their owner. Strained muscles from reaching for something Joohyun already knows she’s going to have to help out with. And the tiny grunts when fingertips barely graze the edges of the packet.

Seungwan looks so soft, so frustrated. So vulnerable.

A small spike of inexplicable adrenaline leads Joohyun to head over to the huffing, moon-hopping girl.

She really needs to teach her little dove that being this cute comes with a price.

. . . 

When a lithe body slides up behind her and presses against her back, Seungwan’s wings give a gentle flutter to mimic the stutter in her heart. She sighs affectionately at the pair of hands resting low on her hips.

The task is almost forgotten. Almost.

Unnie’s here to help, Seungwan thinks… ever so mistakenly.

“Hyun – ahh,” she’s interrupted by a slight shiver when the tip of her right wing is stroked between a finger and a thumb, delicately running across pure, downy feathers. A tried and tested (Bae Joohyun-certified) method of getting the girl absolutely weak.

Judging by the sound of strained breaths filling the space between them, it’s working.

Alas, dinner hasn’t been cooked, the sun’s setting and Seungwan’s time-management brain is screaming at her to get a move on. She points to the shelf, trying her hardest to block out the dangerously wonderful feeling. “Could you – could you please get that for me?”

Instead of complying, Joohyun chuckles, moving her hands from her back to glide them lightly up and down her sides. She isn’t surprised that Seungwan is already shivering, terribly overwhelmed from that alone.

Her smirk twitches when she feels the smaller girl squirm.

Seungwan has always been like this… so responsive, so susceptible to touch. Her touch. She’s jelly in her clutches, and even Joohyun has to admit that sometimes she really doesn’t deserve to be.

Sneaky hands grow bolder, finding their way under the hem of Seungwan’s fleecy jumper to continue tracing teasing lines against soft, sensitive skin.

“But it’s so cute to watch you struggle, baby,” Joohyun coos, beginning to rest more of her weight into Seungwan’s hips, keeping her trapped against the kitchen counter.

“U-unnie,” Seungwan tries, half-heartedly writhing against Joohyun’s hold, torn between wanting to cook dinner and wanting to be dinner. “Not – ah… not right now… it’s already late, we have to – ”

“And you smell so nice. Is this new shampoo?” Joohyun presses her nose into her nape, cutting her short, nuzzling into that pleasant fruity shampoo scent. She then pauses to nudge Seungwan’s legs suggestively ajar with her knee before leaning in to whisper into a ruby-tipped ear. “ Should I give you a reason to shower again later, hm?”

The younger’s eyes widen at the sinful implication.

Gosh, really? Right now? In the kitchen?

The kitchen. The place she cooks and handles food? (Sure, Joohyun will – once in a blue moon – dice the odd carrot or something, but that certainly does not give her the right to be making any unauthorised, hormonal messes for her to clean up). She must be off her rocker if she thinks Seungwan’s going to allow her precious workstation to be tainted by what she can already foresee to be copious amounts of bodily fluid just because someone can’t keep it in their pants.

It snaps something inside her. And – with all the strength neither of them knew she possessed – Seungwan wrenches out from under Joohyun’s weight with a firm “YAH! Stop fooling around!”, sending the older woman stumbling a few steps back.

For a second, they’re just as stunned and disbelieving as each other; Seungwan at her own apprently dormant Herculean strength –

– and Joohyun at the sheer audacity.

Then again, could this be any more timely?

God, Joohyun could kiss herself.

She straightens her blouse, putting on her best ‘I-can’t-believe-you’ve-done-this’ expression, and turning to lock the now slightly (and rightfully so) terrified-looking Seungwan with a stare. This is the best part. The part where she just glares, secretly gleeful as the other girl absolutely crumbles with apprehension.

The part where Seungwan thinks it’s her fault.

“Uh oh,” she tuts, sporting a grin to match that mischievous glint in her eyes, “someone’s in trouble, aren’t they?”

Seungwan is, of course, at a total loss for words, but she fumbles around anyway, desperate to justify whatever the hell she’s just done. It’s almost too much for Joohyun to handle, watching her dig her own grave like this.

Finally, Seungwan tries to back up, only to let out a sharp gasp when she trips over her own feet in her haste. She’s on the floor in seconds with Joohyun immediately following. There’s hardly a chance for her to get her bearings before she’s stuck on her back with a weight straddling her hips.

Seungwan goes wide-eyed. She might as well kiss the prospect of a candlelit dinner bye-bye… for tonight, at least.

“My clumsy, clumsy Wannie,” Joohyun mocks, holding herself above the smaller girl on her hands and purposely tangling their legs together. “Tonight was very thoughtful of you, baby, but I’m postponing our dinner plans to tomorrow night. I think we should order in, don’t you?”

“Ah unnie...” Seungwan groans, failing to ignore the way Joohyun’s predatory expression crayons her cheeks a soft pink, “we had take-away last night! I don’t wanna eat chicken aga – ”

“Then let’s get pizza,” Joohyun offers unhelpfully. She’s clearly got her own agenda that she’s determined to follow through with. “Okay? Hm, let’s see… you have to the count of five to agree with me or…”

She pauses to savour the panic in those deep brown eyes. “I’m going to have a very tired little birdie to take care of.”

That satisfied smirk leaves nothing to the imagination. Seungwan can practically read her fate on her girlfriend's rosy lips before they delve into hers, causing her eyes to roll back as they melt hotly into each other.

Seungwan hardly notices Joohyun lacing their fingers together until her eyes flutter open and she finds herself held down, arms stretched securely above her head. Joohyun adjusts her grip so she has both wrists pinned under one hand and the other free.

Ah, fuck, not again. Seungwan laughs emptily, fidgeting with high-strung premonition. When her one final struggle proves useless, she resorts to asserting herself with her voice. “Yah, unnie, I’m cooking tonight. Stop being annoying or you’re not getting fed.”

Ah, too easy.

Joohyun contemplates elaborating further. But she’s said enough. Besides, Seungwan doesn’t even deserve a response to that. That was a threat, wasn’t it? The prospect of starvation is a serious threat that should be promptly dealt with. And what do you do when you’re faced with a threat? Be that a burglar, a murderer or a very flustered Son Seungwan.

Tickle them. Obviously.

Joohyun leers over her, wiggling her fingers in anticipation. “Five…”

Seungwan’s eyes blow wide, and – with miserable luck – she renews her efforts at breaking free once again. “Hyun! Seriously?! You – I can’t believe you’re d – ”

“Four.”

“HYUN!”

“Three.”

“Okay! Okay! Let’s get pizza tonight! There, happy?! You can even choose the flav – ”

Seungwan hears a scoff above her. “Nope. Sorry Wannie. I made that decision. You’ve changed nothing.”

“YAH, YOU TRICKED ME YOU BIRDBRAIN! LET ME UP. YOU’RE SO DEAD!!”

One click of a tongue and Seungwan has never retracted any statement faster in her life.

“Okayokayokay! Sorry that was super mean! Please I – ”

“Two…”

Too late. She’s dead. She’s one hundred percent about to be on the list of the unfairly deceased.

Seungwan whines hopelessly. “Unnieeeee, you’re not being fair!”

It’s a ditch attempt, but one Seungwan doesn’t intend to miss. “OKAY SERIOUSLY I MEAN IT, GET OFF!”

Joohyun snickers. “One.”

With five fingers and wicked intent, she dives in.

. . .

A pair of pretty wings and an even prettier face make for an impossible choosing.

Even now, as she has Seungwan flat on her back with her eyes screwed shut and tears streaming down her face, she wants to flip her over so she can be blinded by white insulation. So those feathers can brush against her as she drives their owner to the brink of sanity.

She wants to feel her dove respond to what she does to her.

“Hyu – Hyun, p-please!”

Joohyun smirks down at her victim, who’s weakly pawing at the front of her blouse in what she can only assume is an attempt to get her to stop.

Pathetic.

Seungwan never fails to struggle. But then again, she never fails to forget that Joohyun, too, is much, much stronger than she looks.

All that tiresome squirming is easily dealt with. Only a fraction more pressure from Joohyun’s fingertips, and Seungwan’s arms fall to either side, limp and useless just like the rest of her. The only indication she’s even conscious is the violent trembling and – when she’s able to muster up the lung space – the occasional plea for mercy.

Even the laughter is silent.

Joohyun loves it this way. She loves having Seungwan all sweaty and flustered beyond belief; whenever and wherever she pleases, the younger girl is reduced to a quivering mess, trapped beneath her cruel dexterity.

So instead of getting the pasta boiling for a romantic dinner, Seungwan is graciously letting Joohyun have her one-sided fun while she’s forced to cough, splutter and laugh so hard her insides hurt. The reflex to try to buck Joohyun off or twist out of her clutches nips at her incessantly.

Although she really shouldn’t worm around like that, because it’s only making Joohyun’s job easier with how her jumper rides further and further up with every inch she wriggles away.

It almost makes Joohyun think her little songbird wants to be tickled.

“Aw,” she coos, playfully tweaking unintentionally exposed ribs. “So cute, Wannie. You want it here, too?”

Seungwan is breathless from the tickles before she’s even processed what Joohyun’s said. Those tantalising touches never linger on any part of her long enough for her to develop a resistance to them. Not that she could even if she tried. She’s as sensitive as Joohyun is skilled. And Joohyun strikes with dreadful precision, switching between light skittering and then deftly kneading her fingers into every spot that wrings Seungwan’s lungs for all they’re worth.

The smooth tile is cooling against her feathers, even if her wings are twitching beyond her control, trying their hardest to flip her over to give her some shot at escaping. She barely manages to crawl a few inches away before there’s a firm grip on her ankle, all but dragging her back because Joohyun sure as hell isn’t done with her that quickly.

Trying to get away? She cocks an eyebrow, scooting up to sit on Seungwan’s butt, pinning her hips to the floor.

“Oh no, my poor birdie’s flipped herself over,” she feigns concern, gently resting her palms on Seungwan’s wings, stilling their fluttering and holding them steady. The sight of them unfolded, outstretched from the struggle and completely exposed has Joohyun catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Did you hurt yourself here, Wannie? You need unnie to kiss it better?”

Seungwan shrieks at a pitch that’d have every dog in the neighbourhood cowering when she feels a pair of pillowy lips settle on that excruciating spot right where the arch of her wings meet her back, where she absolutely cannot stand to be touched.

Even under normal circumstances, Seungwan had made her swear to never spring upon her like that. And of course, by virtue of that alone, it quickly became one of Joohyun’s favourite places to touch her.

Luckily she’s too distracted now to protest.

The ‘kisses’ aren’t any less torturous than ten fingers going all at once.

Poor, tired Seungwan hardly has the energy to writhe as Joohyun continues to press her hellish butterfly kisses all along the length of those oversensitive appendages, nosing into her feathers and ruffling them gently with her breath. The younger’s expression contorts into silent agony when she feels the fingers return, this time digging into her armpits. 

Fresh tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she lays there, flailing like a fish out of water, face down with zero leverage to combat her girlfriend’s merciless onslaught.

She’s as defenceless as a turtle on its back (or rather, a dove on its tummy). Her squirms are getting weaker, the laughter more strained, but it’s all so rewarding to her loving tormentor.

Seungwan is kept laughing till the hollow ring of the doorbell sounds through their apartment.

. . .

[An hour post stuffed crust pepperoni pizza with extra cheese]

 Joohyun enters their room just as her girlfriend is getting dressed for bed, freshly showered… again. She lets out a low chuckle when Seungwan catches sight of her in her peripheral vision and hastily pulls the loose necked pajama t-shirt over her head.

“How was dinner?” she asks, arms folded and leaning against the door.

Seungwan rolls her eyes and releases her hair from its bun. “Too much cheese. We need to drink lots of water tonight or we’ll be pufferfish in the morning.”

“Aw, is someone grumpy?” Joohyun gives an uncharacteristically exaggerated pout and the latter hides a shiver.

Good god, please someone save her.

“Unnie, of course I am. We’re going to eat reheated carbonara sauce tomorrow no thanks to you,” Seungwan bluntly retaliates. “You’ve had your fun, now can you stop talking to me like I’m five, please?”

Naturally, her request falls on selectively deafened ears.

“Yah, seriously,” she punctuates the severity by manually unfolding her trembling left wing and pointing at it. “Look. I’m still shaking because of you. Now you're done, I really – ”

That’s all the grumpy talk she’s allowed before Joohyun jump-tackles her onto their bed, pinning her to it and watching sheer panic etch into deep cinnamon irises.

“When did I say I was done?” she asks, suggestiveness tracing the edges of her tone. She hovers above her, bringing a hand up to cup her face.

Seungwan hisses a laugh. “Unnie, I have a limit too, you know. You can’t just keep finding excuses to tickle the crap out of – ”

She chokes on a gasp when she feels a hand – the one she’d been as good as tortured under not two hours ago – trailing down her stomach… slipping past the elastic of her panties and –

– it just reminds her why she’ll always let Joohyun have her fun.

Because no matter how much she laughs, screams, cries or begs, there’s always a reward. Much sweeter than anything Seungwan thinks she could ever bake. Their sex life is anything but stagnant, however this is, more often than not, Joohyun’s way of making it up to her afterwards (much to her approval).

Or maybe she just wants to drive Seungwan to the brink of losing her voice so she won't have to hear the nagging about the next episode of Baking For the Seoul.

Which, by the way, came out tonight. And Joohyun made them miss it. She had better be praying they’d be able to find a copy online somewhere.

Either way, it’s so much more gratifying after an eternity spent howling your lungs out on the floor. Seungwan’s full attention is lasered down to where Joohyun is now softly caressing her under the thin cotton barrier. The warm ache beginning to settle in between her thighs prompts her to try to squeeze them together, but Joohyun catches on and wedges her knees in between them, spreading her even further.

“Ah,” she raises a smug brow as she leans in to press her lips to the base of her ear. Her own eyes darken with lust in response to her little dove writhing helplessly below her. “Be a good girl for me, okay, baby?”

It’s late. Seungwan can barely keep her eyes open. Oh, but she aches so badly.

“Still grumpy, hm?” Joohyun murmurs questioningly, hot breath fanning over Seungwan’s neck and echoing goosebumps over her skin. She glances down at the bulge of her hand stretching the fabric, fingers already coated in slick. Her index finger rubs against Seungwan’s clit. “Feel good, Wannie?”

Hopelessly turned on, it’s all the other girl can do to whimper in agreement.

The pleasing sound of those soft whines escaping right into her ear turns Joohyun’s grin into something downright wolfish. She gives the swollen bud a few more leisurely strokes before retracting her hand completely, leaving Seungwan squirming in anticipation with whatever energy she has left.

Joohyun tastes the arousal on her fingertips. “Mm, I love how small you look right now, in my hands. So small and needy.”

Seungwan pants out a quiet “please, unnie”, clasping a shuddering hand over Joohyun’s and guiding it back down to the heat in her panties. She rolls her hips up into her palm, silently begging for her reward for being such a ‘willing’ participant in the one-sided games they played today.

After letting her gaze linger for a second, Joohyun shifts so she’s lying next to Seungwan. She slips her hand back in and squeezes firmly, revelling in the hoarseness of the girl’s voice. Velvety lips delicately map out her shoulder, and Seungwan has to fight to keep her eyes open to drink in the image of Joohyun pressed up against her, right hand cradled under her neck, propping her head up so they can both see the other one teasing her down her underwear.

It’s when Seungwan turns away to frustratedly pout at the suspense that Joohyun smiles and gives her a quick peck on the nose.

“I’ll continue if you promise not to pass out this time, okay baby bird?”

She bites back a snort watching Seungwan nod like she’s ever been able to stay awake after.

Then she has to bite back another because since when has she ever not continued even after being fed these empty promises, time and time again.

Anything to keep her precious Seungwan happy.

[forgetmenotbts]

HEATHER

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader // Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (a little?)  // Angst

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Violence, mc death, not a happy ending (13+)

"Have you ever felt the feeling of wanting to be Heather? And then regretted it in the end? Why? Because I just did."

“Belated happy anniversary to the both of you” Jungkook greeted you and Taehyung with disgust. You nudged him for being grumpy and not showing interest to what you are doing.

“You ungrateful brat!” You huffed as you saw your best friend rolling his eyes on you and Taehyung.

“Y/N, stop being mean to Jungkook. You’re the one who pulled him here when he’s supposed to be sleeping peacefully on his bed, remember?” Taehyung told his you and put his arms around your waist.

“Okay fine. I’m sorry, just stop staring at me like I did something wrong.” You said, brows meeting in annoyance.

“Whatever, Y/N” Jungkook sneered at you and walked past by you and Taehyung.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted with greeted teeth. You will never understand your best friend but you didn’t bother asking him the reason of his grumpiness towards you when Taehyung is around.

You saw Jungkook sat in a bench near you and took his phone out to entertain himself. You glanced at him and saw how he is eyeing you and Taehyung and went back to snob the both of you. You saw how his lips twitched when he saw you scrunching your nose in annoyed with his attitude.

You missed the way his mouth parted to say something as soon as Taehyung gave you a warm hug.

~

“What is it this time, Y/N?” Jungkook groaned as he answered the call.

“Hi, are you busy?” you asked him. He can’t see you but he can definitely imagine you biting your lips as you wait for him to say ‘No’ because that always happen.

“No. Why? You need something?” he replied. He’s careful with his words because he might offend you.

“Uh…would you like to come with us?” he can hear the hesitation in your voice “but if you don’t want to, it’s fine!” you assured him.

“I’ll come” he almost cursed himself, when will he learn how to say no to you? “Where should I meet you?”

“Oh! No worries, we’ll pick you up. Go and change now, bunny boy” you teased him and laughed when you heard him groaned because of the nickname. You know how much he hated that nickname but you love teasing him.

“We’ll see you in a bit. Don’t forget to wear warm clothes! It’s almost November, you won’t like to be sick.” You reminded him, almost sounds like his mom.

“How about you? Did you bring your sweater?” he heard you cooed before answering his question.

“Don’t worry bunny boy. Taehyung is my human sweater. Right Tae?” he heard the man laughed in the background, agreeing with what you said and he almost rolled his eyes because of disgust.

“Oh, we’re near you’re house, Kook. You better come out now!” you said with enthusiasm and ended the call.

Jungkook went outside of his house after the call, leaving his sweater behind. Not minding the cold that is seeping through his skin. He can see Taehyung’s car, and you who’s waving at him inside the car.

As the car stopped in front of him, he watched you rolled down the car window and gave him a big smile.

“Get in, bunny boy!” you grinned at him, and he went inside the car. He threw a glance at the couple who’s holding each other’s hands in front of him. You turned to look at him and as soon as you see him wearing a plain black shirt you immediately shifted from you seat. Jungkook’s eyes are focused on how Taehyung’s free hand held you gently to avoid any accident inside the car.

“I told you to bring your sweater!” you snarled at him but Jungkook only shrugged “I don’t need it. It’s not even that cold” he leaned on the window as he watched you with amusement.

“Oh come on, Kook!” you said with annoyance. He saw how Taehyung rubbed your hands with his thumb to make you calm, he tried to ignore it but he can’t stop giving a glance at what the man is doing with his your hands.

“I’ll lend you a sweater. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You insisted as lower your seat to reached Jungkook’s arms.

“Y/N, give it to him later. I’m still driving.” Taehyung reminded you, and you missed how Jungkook clenched when he saw you pouting.

“I told you, I don’t need it.” Jungkook hissed at you which made you surprised. He saw you furrows your brow that made him smirked. He loves getting you annoyed.

“Yes you do! Taehyung has two sweaters; you can take it from the bag beside you. Just wear it Kookie.” His lips twitched when he heard you said the nickname you had given him as you pleaded, trying to make him wear the sweater as you adjusted your seat again. 

Jungkook didn’t bother to take the sweater beside him, but he just watched the couple in front of him with pain in his eyes.

~

As they reached their destination, you saw how your best friend is still not wearing a sweater. Jungkook saw you whispered something to Taehyung and went back inside the car.

"Here's a sweater, bunny boy!" You grinned at Jungkook as you offer him the sweater.

"I told you, I don't need it and stop calling me that." he didn’t take the sweater that you’re giving him. You being so stubborn, demands him to wear the sweater. Jungkook attempts to argue but is cut off by Taehyung’s laugh because of your bickering.

"Jungkook, just wear it. You know her. She won't let you go if you don't do what she wants." Taehyung teased, still laughing. Jungkook watched him went to your side and pulled you into his arms. Sighing in defeat, Jungkook was forced to put the sweater on and you gave him a big smile.

"Thank you for reminding him that, Tae!" you sang and gave your boyfriend a peck on the cheeks. Jungkook shook his head as he averted his eyes away from the couple.

Why did he even tag along with them?

~

From: Y/N

Why’d you leave?

To: Y/N

I’ll be back. Wait for me.

 From: Y/N

Okay. Taehyung told me that you can keep the sweater.

If you want? Coz it looks good on u. :(

 To: Y/N

Hey, can I go home?

 Jungkook is waiting for your reply when his phone suddenly rang. He answered the call while watching you from afar, he’s standing behind a tree and he can see you playing with your fingers while walking in circle.

“You don’t want our company anymore?” you asked, sadness is evident in your voice and he can see your worried expression.

“No! It’s just that…I’m always with you guys.” Silence, you stopped walking. He sighed and continued talking “It doesn’t look right, I’m always third wheeling.” He heard you took a deep breath as you sat on a bench. You’re now playing with your feet.

“Sorry Kook, I’ll tell him that you already want to go home.” You murmured and stand up to go where Taehyung is- he’s buying foods for the three of you.

“No, you don’t need to!” Jungkook tried to stop you but you’re already beside Taehyung, he noticed how you smiled as you talked to Taehyung and proceeds to hug him.

“Hey Kook, you want to watch a movie?” you asked him excitedly. You’re now smiling while waiting for him to come back.

“Nah, I’m going to be third wheeling again.” He exclaimed and leaned on the tree. Playing with his lower lip as he watched Taehyung went to where you are sitting, giving you the food that he bought.

“No! I mean, just the two of us. I’ll tell Tae to drive us to your apartment.” You explained suppressing your laugh, you took the food while glancing around you.

“Sure, just like what I had planned.” He commented and smiled at himself.

“What?” you asked in confusion.

“I mean, Taehyung driving me, us, home.” Jungkook said and straightened his back as he walks slowly to where you are sitting.

“Oh okay. You should come back here so that we can go home.”

~

"Message me if you need anything, okay?" Taehyung reminded and gave you a peck on the lips which made you giggled.

"Okay, fine. Drive safely, okay?" you smiled at him while holding his hands.

"For you, baby. I will." Taehyung gave you a kiss on the cheek. He lower himself and peeked at Jungkook who is waiting for you outside the car.

"Please take care of my girl" he told Jungkook and gave him a smile.

"Oh, I will." Jungkook cackled and took Y/N's wrist. "Come on, get inside."

"Bye, I love you!" Y/N shouted and blows a kiss to her boyfriend who also said I love you in return.

Jungkook only sneered as he heard them exchanging I love yous.

Disgusting. He thought as he reached to open the front door.

Jungkook went straight to his room to change clothes as they entered his apartment; you on the other hand lay down on his couch. You took the tv controller and tried to find some movies to watch. You want to watch The Notebook but knowing Jungkook he will only whine at you and tell you that anime movies are more exciting than the ones you like.

You heard him went to his kitchen and when he came back, he already have foods and drinks in a tray. He sat beside you and put the tray on the table.

“So…what are we going to watch?” you asked him with anticipation. 

Please not the same anime, please not the same anime. 

Your mind kept on repeating the same words. He hugged his knees until it reached his chest and murmured a soft “Whatever you want to watch”. You smiled and hugged him as you search for the movie that you want, not knowing what will happen soon.

~

Jungkook was busy fighting himself; he’s not watching the movie. He kept on glancing at your side and then back to the screen then at you again. He’s just there, sitting beside you fighting his inner demons, and trying to busy himself by watching how the people in the screen are moving.

He didn’t even notice how you kept your body straight while peeking at him, you saw how he kept on holding his ears, a sign that he’s nervous. And you don’t know what is making him nervous. You called him but it’s like he can’t hear you, he’s whispering something but you can’t understand it.

“Kook?” you tried calling him again but he’s not even batting an eye on you. You sighed and shifted from your seat to face him.

"Hey" you called him, again. Patting his arms softly to call his attention, he stopped rubbing his ears and he looked at you with confusion.

"You're not even watching. You can tell me if you want another movie, I know you hate romance" you murmured and was about to take the controller when Jungkook held your wrist. You were brought back to your seat, Jungkook’s hand is still on your wrist.

"Y/N you know how much I treasure our friendship. Right?" he asked you. Is that what he has been thinking the whole time? You grinned and held his cheeks to your hands. Scrunching your nose while you are cupping his face. You squished his cheeks like you always do.

"Of course, you dummy! Why wouldn't I know that? We spent 15 years of our life together." You stated, still smiling at him, and not minding if the movie is still playing. Maybe he wants to say something, you thought.

"You know how much I love you, right?" Jungkook held your hands. A small gasp was heard from you because of shocked, and you see how his orbs darken while staring at you.

"Yeah, why?" you questioned him as you felt Jungkook's hands trembling on yours. Trying to keep your smile at him as you asked him with worry "Hey Kook, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry." he cried. His sobs covered the noise that is coming from the television.

Why is he saying sorry? Did he do something that he needs to be sorry? You asked yourself, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, why are you saying sorry?" you hushed him. You were about to pull him for a hug but Jungkook suddenly held your neck that caught you in surprise.

"What are you doing, Jungkook?" you asked him with confusion as he tightened his grip on your neck and you started coughing.

"I love you. I really do…but I don't want you to be with him. I'm sorry." Jungkook said and then he started strangling you. He pushed you that made your back meet the arm rest of the sofa.

"I'm sorry Y/N…but I love him too." He said in between his sobs.

"Kook-" you groaned while trying to take his hand away from your neck, trying to set yourself free from your best friend. Pain can be seen on your face.

Is he the Jungkook that you spent almost all your life with? Is he the same Jungkook who protected you with all his might? Yeah, maybe he is. But, why?

Jungkook watched how you tried to escape from his hold, trying to gasp for air and crying for his mercy.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he repeated with close eyes. He can hear your soft muffling sound.

"Kook...p-please" you begged while trying to kick him but he's still stronger than you. You can't breathe. If this is the end of you, then why? Why do you need to die in the hands of someone you love dearly?

Jungkook felt your tears on his hands, and he suddenly felt your trembling hands reaching for him. You cupped his face and he felt your thumb wiping his tears, he looked at you with wide eyes. He can see how much you're struggling with his hold.

"I... I love...you...too, K-Kook...ie" he heard you whispered under your breath and Jungkook saw how you gave him a sad smile, eyes slowly closing. He felt the hands cupping his face fell on his side. The last words you've said to him made him come back to his senses.

"Y/N?" he called you. He can feel his heart beating faster than it is as he called your name. Scared of what he did.

"No. Y/N, wake up. Please. Y/N?" he held you closer to him. He looked at his side and saw his reflection in the mirror. He can see how his tears are running down on his face as he call out for your name again.

“Y/N please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Wake up, please?” he took your hands and put it back to his face but he can’t feel the warmth that he needs. He tried to hold it back to its place but it kept on falling to his side. He cried harder.

“Please Y/N. I’m sorry, please wake up! Don’t leave me! Please!” he kept on repeating. Waiting for you to respond. Shaking your body gently to wake you up, to wake his lifeless best friend up.

"No, I didn't–" he said staring at his trembling hands and then to you who is not waking up. Wishing that everything that has happened is only a dream.

But no, he knew that he killed you with both of his hands. And his greediness is the one that took him this far.

"Y/N, no. Y/N" he cried as he hugged your lifeless body.

~

“Hi baby” Taehyung greeted, he kneeled down and wipe your gravestone. He can feel the hot tears from his eyes.

“It’s been a year” he muttered, placing the flowers- lilac, your favorite. “If only I knew, maybe you’re still here, alive and laughing at my jokes. If I only knew, I wouldn’t left you with him. God knows how much I want to keep you in my arms that night. If I only knew that it will be the last time I’ll hear you say I love you, I wouldn’t let you go out of my car. But I did, because you trust him and I know how much you love him.” He sniffed and tried to wipe the tears away but it won’t stop coming out of his eyes and he just let himself cry.

It’s already a year but the pain of you being gone is still evident, he can’t let you go. He doesn’t want to let you go.

“Wherever you are, please be happy and wait for me. I love you, Y/N. I always will. Until we meet again, my love.” He said in between his sobs.

~

"Mr. Jeon, we need to go back." Jungkook heard the nurse say but he didn't move from where he is standing. He's watching Taehyung in front of your grave. He's talking to you, and he can hear him crying his heart out. Jungkook felt his heart clenched at the sight of the young man crying on your tomb, he felt the guilt. He felt regretful.

"Mr. Jeon, we only gave you half an hour to stay here. The doctor will get mad at us if we won't come back to the hospital now." the nurse reminded him but he only scoffed at her. He glanced at your grave for the last time and went inside the car with the nurse.

After that night, he reported himself to the police and surrender to the authority. He was interviewed and brought to a mental facility. Inside the small room where he was confined, Jungkook cried all night for what he did to you. Every night the same dream visits him and all he can do is cry and beg your forgiveness. Months after being treated by his doctors, he realized what he truly felt. The things he did and how much he regrets it.

As the car moves away from the cemetery, he can’t stop himself from tearing up. If only he knew that he loves you more than he loves him. Maybe, he wouldn't wish that he was Heather.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi everyone, yes this is inspired by Conan Gray’s song-- heather. I was just casually listening to it and when I read it’s lyrics it gave me an idea and I thought why not write it? This is just my second story and I hope you liked it, english isn’t my second language so forgive me for any typographical errors. :( But still thank you for reading it!

Have a good day everyone!

[gamerwoo]

Soonyoung: Safe and Sound

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: zombie apocalypse au, angst, little undertones of fluff if u squint but it’s still angsty fluff, eating people (obviously), killing zombies (including family members who became zombies), death/suicide/major character death

Word count: 3,751

Summary: Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.

a/n: based off the song safe and sound by the civil wars

Seventeen Song Series

You stared down at Soonyoung as he slept. It was never really a peaceful sleep, but it was as peaceful as one could get. His brows that were always set in concentration and concern were relaxed, and his breathing was deep and even instead of erratic from running or fear like it usually was. It was nice seeing him like this when he’d been the opposite for who knows how long anymore. It was so hard keeping track of how many days had gone by since the outbreak. But you loved seeing Soonyoung when he wasn’t scared or worried or concerned. You were happy this would be your last memory of him.

-

“Mom!” you called. “I’m home!”

You dropped your bag off by the door carelessly, more interested in getting to the kitchen for a snack. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair as you walked down the hall to the kitchen, going straight for the refrigerator.

‘Hm, that’s weird,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I should’ve heard mom telling me to pick up my bag by now.’

You opened the fridge and grabbed a snack before closing it and looking back down the hall toward the front door, calling again, “Mom?”

Her car was in the driveway, she had to be home. You walked back down the hall, looking into the living room to see if she was in there. But there wasn’t any sign of her.

“Mooooom?” you called louder.

With a sigh, you turned around and went to go upstairs. However, as soon as you spun around, some sort of creature that resembled your mom was right behind you, grabbing your shoulders too hard with their hands and shoving you to the ground, falling right on top of you. You let out a scream as you looked up into the pale eyes of what looked like your mother, but with a large gash in her neck with dark blood dripping from it, and black spots of what seemed to be rotting flesh on her skin.

You fought against whatever it was, but you weren’t convinced it really was your mother. You couldn’t stop screaming, but you weren’t sure if you were even saying words or yelling for help the whole time. Your brain couldn’t seem to focus. All you could do was panic and shriek.

The thing was ripped off of you, and you saw the boy who lived next door standing above you, a knife in his hand as he slammed it straight into your mother’s forehead. You covered your mouth with your hands, unable to even scream when you saw that.

His name was Kwon Soonyoung, but you weren’t really friends with him. He was around your age, and you saw him at school and his family’s cookouts that they’d invite you and your family to. But other than that, he never had much significance to you.

Soonyoung turned to look at you, looking like he regretted what he did. But he told you, “I’m sorry, but that thing isn’t your mom anymore.”

All you could do was let your eyes trail down to where the lifeless body of...whatever that thing was, was laying on the floor now, unmoving. But you didn’t have much time to study it -- or mourn if you were supposed to -- because Soonyoung grabbed your wrists and tugged you to your feet.

“Come on, we need to go,” he stated. “My house isn’t any better, so we need to find somewhere safe.”

“W-what’s...” your voice trailed off, unable to decide what to ask. You had too many questions swimming around in your head. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” he replied as he continued to drag your toward the front door that was open when you were sure you closed it. That must’ve been how he got in. “I got home and one of those was in the backyard eating somebody from down the road. They saw me looking through the windows and started coming toward the house. I booked it out of there and that’s when I heard you scream. So I figured you were in a similar situation. It’s like some zombie movie or video game.”

“B-but those aren’t real,” you stammered, feeling panicked tears filling your eyes. “W-w-we can’t-- I’m-- Oh god, I’m gonna die!”

Soonyoung whipped his head around, looking you dead in the eyes, “No, you won’t. I promise you that you won’t die, okay?”

“B-but I don’t have anybody!” you began sobbing, the tears slipping down your cheeks. “My mom’s one of them, and I don’t even know where my dad is.”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he cooed, turning around completely and holding your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. “Listen to me, okay? We’ll stick together, alright? I’ll stay by you. We’ll get somewhere safe together; we’ll figure this out together. We’re not gonna be alone, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded, trying to dry your eyes and face, “Promise?”

“I promise. Swear on my life. Now we really need to go.”

But you weren’t even sure where to go.

-

How Soonyoung’s friends actually managed to keep you alive, you weren’t sure. You could only chuckle softly, remembering how Soonyoung gave all the credit to their knowledge of video games.

“Do you know how many times Wonwoo’s played Resident Evil?” he had snorted to try to cheer you up when you were huddled in the corner of Wonwoo’s bedroom, teetering on the edge of a panic attack.

But he got you to smile. He always got you to smile.

Tears began to well in your eyes.

-

Signals were down as the disease spread, followed by electricity. Wonwoo had to dig out his old radio so anybody would know what was happening. Seungcheol brought two portable chargers, but those weren’t of much help when nobody had a signal anymore. But it was taking too long for anybody to come up with a plan of what to do.

You couldn’t stay at Wonwoo’s forever. You’d run out of food and ammo -- you weren’t sure why his Chinese friends owned weapons, but you were thankful for it -- and you knew just some house wasn’t safe enough. But they were always checking their phones, and then later listening to the radio to find out what was to happen next.

“All survivors please report to the following address nearest to you,” a soldier on the radio finally said before listing off addresses, which Wonwoo quickly jotted down.

“We gotta pack up,” Seungcheol nodded as him, Jun, Minghao, and Soonyoung stood and began to pack up whatever was in the bedroom that they needed.

After Wonwoo figured out which location was the closest, all of you left the house, keeping close to each other as you tried to navigate the streets toward wherever it was the refugees had to go. All of you were terrified, knowing how dangerous it was to leave Wonwoo’s barricaded bedroom to venture outside where zombies could easily get you, but it was your best bet at staying alive in the long run. 

The place you ended up was some old gymnasium where a little less than one hundred people had already gathered. The place was secured in case zombies showed up, and had cots and mats to sleep on, extra food and water, and some soldiers paroling the place.

They waited 24-hours for people to show up before giving any orders.

“Everyone is going to be shipped off to refugee camps that are safe and secure,” one of the soldiers announced, his voice bouncing off the gym walls.

There were apparently three places so far that were being prepared to house survivors, and people were being split between the three.

“Kwon Soonyoung!” the soldier called, and Soonyoung’s head snapped up from where he was sitting with you and his friends. “Camp B.”

He stayed where he was, though. He was waiting with you until you were called and you would know where you were going. But god, you were hoping for Camp B. You couldn’t be alone.

“_____ _____!” your name was finally called, and you felt your heart that was rapidly beating stop for a moment. “Camp A.”

Your heart fell into your stomach as you looked at Soonyoung. He was looking back at you, but you couldn’t read his expression. Yours was fear.

“No, no, no, no,” you were rapidly saying. “Y-you can’t leave me alone. I can’t-- I can’t just--”

“Shh, I know,” he nodded, hugging you to his chest to try to give you some sort of comfort and to hopefully calm you down. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. i swore I’d stick with you, right? Come on.”

Soonyoung kept you close as he started walking toward the front of the room where there were three tables labeled A, B, and C. He went to B and stood in the short line with you, reassuring you quietly that everything would be okay.

“Name?” the soldier at the table asked when the two of you reached the front.

“Kwon Soonyoung,” he said, feeling your hands shaking, “and Kwon Sohyeon.”

The man scanned his list before looking up at you and Soonyoung, “There’s no Kwon Sohyeon on this list.”

“That’s my sister,” he insisted.

The soldier just shrugged, knowing there was no way to prove that he was lying, “Go ahead outside to the truck.”

Soonyoung mumbled a, “thank you,” before bringing you out to the truck. He helped you up into it first before climbing in himself, sitting beside you on the bench on the right of the truck and keeping an arm around you. It at least made you less embarrassed to see you weren’t the only one who had been crying. Looking around the large truck that was transporting the survivors that was quickly becoming crowded, all you saw was heartbreak and fear. Some people were curled into balls with tear-stained cheeks like you. Others had hard eyes and set jaws like Soonyoung.

You were fascinated that Soonyoung hadn’t started panicking yet -- at least, not that you’d seen. He’d left Wonwoo’s bedroom with Minghao a few times but when he came back, he always looked the same as he always did. You wondered if he ever had a breakdown when he wasn’t around you. He must’ve been just as afraid as you were, right?

It took a few more minutes of filling up the truck before the back doors closed and it started moving. The mood seemed to shift but you weren’t quite sure to what. It seemed lighter but still heavy. Everyone was at least going to somewhere safe, but they were leaving behind homes and loved ones that were either turned or missing. Life wasn’t ever going to be the same.

The drive was longer than you expected, though you didn’t know why you expected it to be short. When Soonyoung whispered to you that the sun was going down now, you were surprised. Were you going to be driving all night? What if you ran out of gas? What if zombies showed up and attacked the truck?

He seemed to be able to tell you were overthinking, because you felt him pull you closer, looking at you with softer eyes, “If you sleep now, we’ll be even closer to safety when you wake up.”

“How can I sleep?”

Soonyoung put his hand on the side of your head, guiding it to lay on his shoulder. Then he started humming a simple melody softly, resting his head against yours. So you concentrated on his humming as your eyes closed and you tried to get even a few minutes of rest.

-

God, how long did you have to go by the name Sohyeon? You couldn’t even remember, but you knew it was a good while. It made you smile to think about just because it was so funny. Wonwoo ended up in the same camp as you, and he always made jokes about it. 

You wondered how Wonwoo was doing. Was he even alive? Would he come back from his trip outside the camp with the rest of the team that went? You hoped so. Soonyoung would need somebody to comfort him. 

‘No, you can’t start thinking like this,’ you told yourself, ‘You can’t start getting sad. This is better for him.’

-

It took almost a year for you to see the world outside the camp after arriving. It was quite a large space, and it only grew overtime when more and more survivors found their way there. The plan seemed to be to expand the ‘safe’ land and clean out the land surrounding until there were no more infected left. Of course, that meant sending people out to clear it, and that was dangerous. But it had to be done to take back the world ripped away from you.

Over that time, you’d grown stronger thanks to Soonyoung -- and partly Wonwoo. Soonyoung did everything he could to protect you. He never wanted you to go to the boundaries to see what the world had become, afraid it would be too much for you. When he walked over there with Wonwoo, he saw that everything was just...different. It was all just dead. It was horrifying. It was like Hell was brought to earth, and it was right outside your window.

“You can’t baby _____ forever,” Wonwoo told him sternly. “They’ll send you guys out eventually and _____ won’t even be ready for it. If you keep it up, she’s just going to die faster.”

So you started training like everybody else your age. Soonyoung even brought you to the edge of the camp to see what the world had become, and while you did cry, he knew it was better for you to know what was out there. He knew it would make you more prepared to know what would come. He knew it was best for you.

But no matter how much stronger you got, how less frequently you cried and mourned the life you used to know, or how hardened your expression became, Soonyoung always vowed to keep you safe.

And he made sure you knew every single day.

“Hey.”

“Mm?”

“Swear on my life.”

“Swear on my life.”

-

As you stared at Soonyoung, you found it hard to believe that you were outside the camp earlier today. You’d just come home only a few hours ago as the sun was setting, but you waited until now when you were sure Soonyoung was fast asleep. Wonwoo’s group had left before yours and would be back later than yours because his group was venturing farther out toward Camp C, but you had faith the taller boy would come home. He always did.

But your adventure out this time had changed everything, Soonyoung just didn’t know it yet. Unfortunately, he could never truly protect you from everything. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn’t plan or control everything that would happen. He could convince himself that he could all he wanted, but the truth was that it was impossible for that to be true.

It was now impossible to hold back tears as your fingers softly raked through his hair. You couldn’t believe he was blonde when you met him, but his hair was now fully black. He cut off the blonde bits as his hair grew out, and there hadn’t been a trace of his light hair for a long time. 

Soonyoung stirred ever so slightly, but he didn’t wake. He continued to sleep, even when you bit your lip to muffle a soft grunt of pain that you were starting to feel spread throughout your body. It had started in your ankle, and the pain had been concentrated there for a while, but it was working its way up your body, and it was going to completely take over you soon.

You thought about Soonyoung and all your memories with him. You thought about what he would do when he woke up. You thought about how he would feel; how he’d absolutely blame himself. But you wouldn’t be there to comfort him like you were before. He only showed bad emotions around you very few times, but you were always more than happy to be there for him like he was for you.

-

Your first expedition outside the camp was scary, but it was for everyone.

“It doesn’t get easier,” Wonwoo scoffed, having already been chosen in a lottery to go out.

Thankfully, Soonyoung was with you. When you were picked in the lottery, he volunteered himself to go because he had to keep you safe. He swore on his life to stick by you, so that’s what he did.

This was a smaller group because the whole ordeal would only be a day. They weren’t planning on going too far, they just had to finish putting up barriers around the space they’d cleaned out. But, of course, more of the dead could’ve gotten in. Your job was to put up the barriers and clean out any infected that had gotten in.

You were on barrier duty while Soonyoung was assigned to help parole the space and get rid of the zombies.

You didn’t see him all day, but you met back up when the group made the trek back to the camp. He didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes cast down as you walked. But he did hold your hand, squeezing it a little harder than he would normally.

Something was wrong.

“You can tell me,” you insisted when you got back to your little makeshift home you shared together.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he sighed, running both hands through his hair that still had a little bit of blonde on the ends.

“Soonyoung, you swore on your life to stay with me, right?” you asked him, standing right in front of him and looking into his eyes. “Do you think I didn’t swear the same thing? I don’t say it back to you for shits and giggles, I say it back to you because I mean it. If something’s wrong, I want to help you, too. This is a two-way street.”

He stared at you for a long time, and you could see the wall slowly breaking as his hardened eyes started to show fear and loss.

“Sohyeon,” he whimpered in a whisper as tears filled his eyes and his bottom lip quivered. “She-- ...She was out there.”

He crumbled, breaking into blubbering sobs that you’d never heard before. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, covering his face as he mourned his sister that had been turned into one of them; his sister that he had to kill.

You got on your knees next to him and just held him. You rubbed his back and ran your fingers through his hair as you let him cry, softly shushing him and telling him you were sorry.

Whenever you were upset or worried or anxious or scared, Soonyoung sang you that same melody he did in the truck on your way to the camp. But he slowly made lyrics to go with it. The first version of it he ever sang to you went:

“Just close your eyes, da da da da da da.

You’ll be alright, da da da da da da.

Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.”

He did eventually make the rest of the lyrics, and you always liked to listen to him sing it. Somehow, it did calm you down and comfort you. Almost like it was a promise. So you tried the same for him.

“Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.

You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.

Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.”

You softly sang it over and over until his sobs reduced to whimpers and then to just sniffles.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” he croaked.

You chuckled, “I can’t.”

He paused for a beat of silence before saying, “I guess I just like it because it’s you, then.”

-

You hoped that little lullaby he’d made would still comfort him. You hoped he would still sing it and feel okay and safe. You hoped he’d still hold onto it even if you weren’t there to sing it or for him to sing it to you.

“Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.”

Your voice was as shaky as it was quiet as you began to sing to him again, your fingers still carding through his hair.

“You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.”

The throbbing pain was starting to dull. You didn’t think this was what it would feel like after getting bit by one of them. It was somehow scarier that it didn’t hurt worse.

“Come morning light...”

Your hand moved down to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking his skin as he let out a content sigh.

It was time for you to go before you turned.

“You and I’ll be safe and sound.”

You stood up and walked to the door, making sure to leave your weapons in your house. You could easily find one outside anyway. The camp was full of them just in case any infected somehow managed to get in.

Kind of like you now.

You opened the door, looking back over your shoulder at Soonyoung still fast asleep. You silently hoped that he wouldn’t be too hard on himself for this. It was impossible for him to protect you from everything, even if he thought he could swear his life on it.

“Swear on my life,” you told him one last time before leaving the house, closing the door behind you.

It was almost funny how it ended up like this. The two of you swore on your lives, and now, taking your life was how you had to protect him. If you stayed in that house any longer, you’d turn fully and take him with you. You swore to protect him. You swore your life.

-

Soonyoung shot up in bed as he heard a gunshot, followed by a man shouting, “No!”

His head whipped around, seeing no sign of you. All he saw were your weapons still in your belt, resting on his cot.

“_____?” he asked as he scrambled out of bed, not bothering to put on shoes or his shirt as he rushed to the door. “______? ..._____!”

[jawllines]

Please post the dad harry blurb :):):) love u

Y/N is unbelievably frustrated.

So, fucking, frustrated!

The day had been so delightful, one of the best she’s had in a very long time. Harry had invited her to stay the night on Friday which included Teddy being pouty that Harry was getting to spend the night with her but he wasn’t. So they set up shop with a pallet on the floor in his room, and after a few hours of reading books, tickles, giggles and “How many stars are ups in the skies, Daddy?” along with, “Lots, go to bed Teds,” until Teddy’s snores fill the room. Y/N had been close to sleep herself until she gets a poke and a prod on her side by Harry’s hand and when she was reluctant to move from their makeshift bed (she’d found a comfortable spot), he slid his arms beneath her body and carried her to his bed.

By the time they’d gotten to the bed, she was ready for bed, and she tipped her face into his neck while he rubbed her arm. She had decided that she likes sleeping with Harry much more than she likes sleeping by herself, which is a lot to say for a notorious blanket and bed hog like herself. Even when his non-socked feet were freezing cold and touching against her shins until her body heat warmed him, she fell asleep easy.

She’d been aroused from sleep by gentle kisses and a previously sleep puffy eyed Harry in the glittering glow of sun shining through his window. Though she wouldn’t let him infiltrate her mouth with his tongue, “I’ve got mornin’ breath, you heathen,” he merely giggled and patted her bum, pushing a kiss to her temple, “G’na make brekkie, Love. You can sleep for a little while longer.”

Y/N had shaken her head though, kicked her legs from the blanket with a wide-mouthed yawn that switched into a grunting stretch before she rolled out, “Nuh-uh, m’up,” she grumbled, “Lemme pee, and I’ll help.”

They cooked breakfast together – Harry taught her how to make the eggs fluffy and she showed him the best way to bake cinnamon sugar muffins – and around 8AM, he goes up to wake Teddy. When he comes back down, Teddy is clutching the stuffed bear she had bought him at the zoo, eyes still tired but a big smile on his mouth once he realized Y/N’s still there. He gives outstretched arms towards her and Harry indulged him, and passed him to Y/N’s arms, “Good morning, beautiful,” she cooed at him, slipped her finger into his hand and let him hold onto it tightly, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he murmured, “Still sweepy, though.”

After they all ate, Harry got Teddy ready to go to Maisie’s, told her to make herself comfortable and that he would be back shortly. Which was true – Y/N had just barely gotten out of the shower by the time he’d opened the door back up and he had been greeted by her in a towel, about to bend down into her overnight bag. “Oh!” He startled, covering his eyes, “Sorry, Lovie, I should’ve knocked.”

Y/N laughed, “Harry, this is your room, you don’t have to knock,” she told him.

She hadn’t been quite sure how they’d ended up in his bed, or how Harry had begun fingering her open, getting up to three inside of her and he curled and petted at her spot until she was pulsating and cumming over them, but they had. And she had gotten worked up enough that she decided that she wanted him inside of her right then and there, asking for him to please do it, she’d been more than ready, and she thought she was stretched out enough.

But he wouldn’t fit.

Harry had tried, the fat head budding at her hole but after a moment and her feeling a pinch, Harry looks to her with his brows knitted in concentration and concern, “You’re still too tight, baby,” he murmured, “Hold on.” He slipped back down her body, the broad of his tongue licking up her slit, parting her lips around it and he began again, starting with one finger, escalating to two, then three all while he suckled and nipped and lapped at her already swollen clit. Her legs were parted how he parted them, pushing her knees up towards her chest and outward. He scissors his fingers this time and Y/N feels the burn of herself stretching out for his thick digits, but she was too focused on the wet feeling of his tongue to really pay mind to it.

When Harry crawls back up her body again, Y/N makes him flip over so he was propped up on the headboard, straddling his waist how she had been when she’d grinded on him the first time and with a huffed breath, “Lemme try like this,” and he nodded, his big hands flattened out on her hips. His fingers dug into her skin, dipping into the flesh and holding her tight, helping her as she tried to ease down and yet it still hadn’t been enough – trying to lower and her walls just wouldn’t give.

So that’s how she ended up sat back on his thighs, warding away disgruntled tears as she tried to figure out why she was cursed with the tiniest fucking hole in the world, while he rubbed her thighs gently with the pads of his thumbs.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently to her, “We can try a different day.”

“I don’t want to try a different day,” she grumbled petulantly, “I want you in me now.”

His cock twitches between them, a little blurt of precum appearing at the slit, and her pout only deepens, “Sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly but Y/N shakes her head, knuckling at her eye in frustration but scooting backward until she wasn’t straddling his lap anymore. She lowers, her breath ghosting warm over his prick, and his hips buck up unintentionally, “You don’t have to –”

“I want to,” she murmurs, stretching her lips over the tip and sucking him down like she’d grown so fond of doing. The way she sees it, is if she can’t cum herself then she wants to make him cum, even if it means stirring an ache in the jaw. His heady taste still makes her dizzy with want and she pulses around nothing, which only serves to remind her of their dilemma and it drags an inadvertent whiny groan around him. Harry’s hand goes to the back of her head, fingers curling up in her hair and giving a soft tug.

“M’sorry baby, but m’g’na cum if you keep that up.”

“Want you to,” she barely murmurs over his cock, dragging the inner portion of her bottom lip against his frenulum, and he throbs against her palm, then another time against her tongue before a throaty mewl leaves him and he’s cumming. One shot leaving him to lay thick on his belly before she has the chance to tuck the tip into her mouth, feeling him spurt and dribble on her tongue. She likes how he tastes, maybe more than she should, swallowing it down and sucking him dry until his thighs twitch and he tugs at her hair again, a little more insistently than last time.

When she withdraws with a pop, licking around her mouth, and crawling back up his body. He gives a disbelieving puff of a laugh, shaking his head, “Christ, I promise I used to be able to last much longer but there’s something about you that just really – really gets me off.”

“Good,” she pushes a kiss to his lips, all bitten swollen and puffy, “It’d be better if I could just – if I could just get you inside me.”

Harry’s hand draws careful, intricate little circles into the soft skin of her back, her breasts pressed to his chest, “How ‘bout this,” he begins, his voice low and the vibrations of it reverberating throughout her whole being, “I’ll run us a bath, yeah? Get you all nice and relaxed – think you’re getting yourself all too worked up and it’s making it harder for it to happen.” He pats at her bum gently, “Then we’ll try again, okay? Just don’t get so hung up on it, s’making you tense.”

“Fine,” she murmurs, pushing herself up from the warmth of his body, “But if this doesn’t work, m’selling my soul off to the devil and maybe he’ll make it happen.”

Harry snorts through a laugh, “Fuck sake,” he shakes his head, “Never know what’s about to leave your mouth.”

                                                            .                             .                               .

Harry’s never felt guilty about having a big cock before.

If anything it had always been a bit of a stroke to the ego when he couldn’t fit inside someone right off; that little gasp when the head slides in and their walls stretch to accommodate his size always made him twitch some inside of them. Having them keen and moan about how full they feel and how big he is and how they would never forget how he felt inside of them because he’s hitting spots that they’ve never felt anyone hit before. It was gratifying and something he reveled in and ultimately what drew him to his end.

But with Y/N – god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit!

He’d never been with a virgin before, so he wasn’t particularly sure what to do, or how to fit in her, or any of it. It’s why he hadn’t fucked her the first night, determined to do some research on how he could slip inside her easier. He had a ton of strawberry lube in his nightside table though when he suggested it she had been convinced that they wouldn’t need it. He was planning on taking his time properly stretching her out with his fingers, for a good hour at least, and even try with a smaller toy to get her ready for it.

And he has to get her to relax, that’s the most important thing, above all. He can see how tense she is when they try, how much she wants it to work, how nervous she is for her first time, and how frustrated she becomes when he isn’t immediately bucking his hips into her. That’s what makes him feel so bad, is because she’s trying so hard and she hates that it isn’t working. She just wants to make him feel good, she’s said it many times, and if she could feel good at the same time then that would be great but it pisses her off that she can’t get him inside of her. And as precious as it is when she’s all huffs and puffs and pouty (it only makes him want to ravish her more), he just wants her happy. Doesn’t want her to feel incompetent in any way because she isn’t and it makes him feel more like the inept.

So he’s thankful when she agrees to him drawing them both a bath and plans on beginning it in there. Makes it toasty and warm, filled with bubbles, and lowered himself inside the steaming water at first beside her, then he drags her into his lap and leans them both back. They rest for some time, just talking, and he can feel her muscles soothe and her body melt against him, even when his hands travel to the inside of her thighs and he begins running his fingers along the length of them. If anything she hiccups on her words but that’s the extent of it, continuing to tell him about a documentary she’d watch on speckled tree frogs.

It’s only when his hand slips up and over her clit softly, the pads of his fingers pressing over the swell of it, and when she stutters over a sharp inhale, “Shh, shh,” he shushes her, kissing the shell of her ear, rolling the button in small little circles, “Just focus on how it feels, baby. Relax and focus on how good I make you feel.”

She nods and he’s pleasantly surprised to feel her stay all melty and mushy with her back to his chest. The only time she even startles is when he slides his finger into her, but it’s only for a moment. She soon relaxes again, and he speaks in gentle coos and hushed murmurs only to encourage it, “That’s my girl,” he curls it up, petting against the soft little spot inside of her and his cock twitches when she a little whimper leaves her, “Does it feel good?”

“Mhm,” she hums, tilting her head back against his shoulder, the water sloshing some around them, “S’good, s’really good.”

“Yeah?” He withdraws his finger only to push a second and he can already feel her walls giving way much easier to them than they had been, “G’na open you up all nice for me, Pet. You jus’ gotta relax for me and let me stretch you out.” He scissors his fingers open, twisting them a little and his other hand swings around to press to her lower belly, feeling it quiver and tremble beneath his palm. The pure, carnal desire that tickles his own cock, filling back up against her bum but he ignores it in favor of sliding a third finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit side to side. After doing this and eating her out several times before he begins to recognize when she starts to hit her peak, her thighs falling open, her breathing beginning to falter.

Though he doesn’t give into those sweet little whimpers that begin to leave her, instead taking his touch away from her completely, ignoring her small, “No, no, no” ‘s when she realizes what he’s doing. He starts stroking her thighs once more, shushing her again, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” pushing more soft kisses to her ear.

When she’s calmed down completely, he does it again. Gets her just before she tips over and then takes away his hand, lets her wiggle and whine until she calms and he touches her again.

And again.

And again.

He’s done it about six times, when she finally flips around, the water sloshing on the sides of the tub and she’s looking a little wrecked, “Harry,” she asks, “What’re you doing t’a me, huh? Why won’t you let me?”

Harry reaches up, petting her cheek with a sudsy thumb, “Greedy thing,” he tuts his tongue, “C’mon.”

He guides her up and out of the tub, dragging off one of the fluffy towels from the warmer rack and rolling it out for her, tucking it around her body and pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose. Only loosely does he wrap the towel around his waist, his hand to the small of her back ushering her towards the room, instructing her to get on the bed. She listens easy, crawling into the bed and letting the towel slip off of her as she flopped down, flipping over so she faced him and Harry splits her thighs open for her. Her pussy looks swollen and wet, messy with her arousal and it makes his mouth water, as he takes three of his fingers, dragging them down her slit and dipping them inside of her with no resistance.

A smile grows on his lips, curling them upward and watching her thighs squeeze around his hand, “Sweet girl,” he pats her thigh, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer reaching in for the little bottle, “Think you’re ready for me, but we’re g’na use some lube just in case – wipe that pout off,” he plucks at her bottom lip, “This will just ensure it.”

He clicks the cap open, drizzling the cool liquid over his cock (that had chubbed up all the way by then) and slicking it up and down. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he says a short prayer that this will be the time as he takes hold of himself and tips his cock down. The head buds at the hole and his toes curl, taking in a deep breath as he pushes forward and watches as her walls stretch around the tip as he begins to sink in. His mouth is hung open, abdomen clenching, “Oh,” it feels good – so fucking good, and he looks up to Y/N who is looking at him, all moony eyes and he leans forward, lowering so that he’s hovering over her body, pausing with just the tip in. As much as he wanted to sink in deep, she’s more important to him than how pleasantly good this feels, “Are you okay, Love?”

She nods, “Yeah, m’okay,” she laughs a little, squeezing around him and he bites back his own whimper, “You’re inside me.”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, “I’m inside.”

“Good,” she grins, and Harry feels his heart swell in his chest, thumping hard as his own smile drags at his lips, “I’m happy.”

Harry kisses her with every inch of himself, slowly pushing in further and Y/N’s walls are giving, letting him inside. As cheesy as it sounded, he’d never felt this amount of love in his body as he’s been in bed with someone and he’d never been happier. Even as he’s pushed all the way in, feeling her pulsate and squeeze around him – the delightful, wonderful, beautiful feeling of her pussy fluttering around him didn’t compare to how amazing it felt to be doing this when he was so in love with her. He feels so connected to her and he’s so happy that they finally can be intimate in this way.

He parts with a soft smack, “Y/N,” he pushes another kiss to the corner of her mouth, “You feel so good.”

She nods, “You do too –” she responds, “It hurts a bit but not bad…s’like a burny kind of feeling but it’s good – could you…would you move?”

“If it hurts at any point you tell me to stop, okay?” He tells her and she hums her assent, drawing back slow and pushing in at the same pace. It felt so good, so so good, and the soft little whimper she makes when his finger goes to her clit and starts to roll it beneath her fingers once again. She squeezes and flutters and moans – Harry feels like he’s going to blow, the first time he pushes in and his balls thwack against her bum. She’s still tight but not to the point that he thinks it would be hurting her and he stays slow, asking her every so often if she needs him slower but she always shakes her head.

Eventually, her fingers dip into his bicep, “Could you go faster, please?”

Harry nearly cums right there.

She’s wet, soaking his cock because he’s stroking against her bump inside of her with each thrust, and it’s starting to make a squelching noise every time he fucks into her. Y/N’s mewling and keening, legs twitching, and he knows she’s about to cum. So he quickens his thumb and he goes faster, and he feels her gushing around him, her thighs squeezing around him tight as she hits her end.

Harry has to slip out fast after that, almost immediately beginning to cum himself when he runs his hand over his shaft. Thick, hot white ropes, again on her stomach, one even extending to her breast; Harry gives a breathless laugh at the fact that he’d already cum and yet he was nutting off like he’d been weeks without it.

By the time he’s finished, he’s breathing heavy, flopping over her body no matter the mess he’d left atop of her, and she wiggles beneath him, “Harry,” she squeaks, “You’re heavy! And you’re g’na get sticky.”

“If I make you sticky, s’only fair I get sticky too,” he tells her decisively, “Though I do believe we’ll need another shower.”

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Y/N’s happy.

And as she’s sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry’s side, with a fuzzy throw pulled over them, she decides that she’s never been this god damn happy in a very long time.

She’s so, god damn, happy!

[exildesanges]

Picture Me Perfect

Prompt: one year with Jooheon and Changkyun through Jooheon's Instagram.

i had this idea when i saw an jookyun edit on instagram and i HAD to.. it took me a whole day and night to make all these edits so i hope y'all gonna enjoy this shitty idea,,,

(i literally made an instagram account for this, yes @joohtography exist)

✧･ﾟ: * january ✧･ﾟ: *

“Hyung, you bought new lenses?” Changkyun asked, watching his boyfriend struggle finding a nice angle for his selfie from the bed he was currently lying on.

Jooheon turned his head. A smirk clearly visible on his lips.

“Yeah do you like them?” Jooheon replied, his arm still in the air, selfie ready.

“You look really good” the younger whispered, his face in the blanket he’s hugging.

“Your fingers are tiny,” Jooheon commented, his hand covering Changkyun’s one.

“Shut up,” a blush creeped on the younger’s face, his gaze not leaving their hands.

Jooheon insisted for him and Changkyun to have matching rings, it wasn’t engagement rings, not yet, it was more like promise rings. Changkyun wasn’t against it, frankly he found it cute.

He would never admit it but he actually loved wearing matching outfits or accessories with Jooheon. It’s cheesy yes, but he couldn’t help the tiny butterflies in his stomach when they’re wearing matching stuff.

✧･ﾟ: * february ✧･ﾟ: *

“For the love of god Kyunnie stop moving,” Jooheon sighed, camera in his hands desperately trying to take a good picture of his robe wearing boyfriend.

“Yah, i’ve been posing for thirty minutes, it’s not my fault you can’t take good pictures,” the younger teased, sticking his tongue out like the child that he is.

“If you stop moving so much, i’ll promise we’ll cuddle afterwards, but first, smile for me,” Jooheon laughed while pinching Changkyun’s cheeks.

“Let me drink my beer in peace Honey,” Changkyun complained, his almost empty drink in his hand. He didn’t actually mind Jooheon tendency to take pictures of him almost everytime he did something, no, he found it adorable how Jooheon’s brows would furrow in concentration when he needed to find the perfect angle and lightening for his random picture he was taking at the moment.

“Maybe you should stop looking this cute then, i think my camera is attracted to you, it can’t stop taking pictures of you,” Jooheon teased while taking his fiftieth picture, god knows how many pictures he took but the younger guess, a lot.

Changkyun groaned, beer still in his hands, he pulled his hoodie up to cover his face but that didn’t stop Jooheon, nothing stops him really.

✧･ﾟ: * march ✧･ﾟ: *

“Wait wait, the lighting is so good let me pull out my camera don’t move Kyunnie!” Jooheon exclaimed, rushing to get up from the floor to get his camera. He came back shortly after retrieving it from their bedroom.

“How should I pose? You know I’m not good at that,” the younger mumbled timidly, still not used to being Jooheon’s model, he didn’t find himself that appealing, sure he was cute but he wasn’t at a Hyungwon level of breathtaking beauty. Even if people told him he was hot, he still felt like they were joking so i didn’t take them seriously, eventually, he began to take these compliments seriously especially coming from Jooheon. The older made him feel good about being himself, that’s part of the things that made Changkyun fall head over heels for him.

“Just stay natural, don’t move your head,” he quickly snapped some pictures, complimenting Changkyun at the same time because damn, he looked so good.

It’s been awhile since Jooheon touched his polaroid camera, he usually used his digital camera because it was quicker and easier but he won’t lie, he love the feeling of taking a picture and seeing it being “printed” immediately, he also enjoy the aesthetic of it, he never knew how the pictures are going to end up looking like but if was an exciting feeling.

He recently bought new film for his camera and coincidentally, his friends showed up at his and Changkyun’s house the same day. An idea sparked in his head almost immediately so he took his camera in hand and began taking pictures of his friends, they all posed for him without asking questions, they were used to it.

Some of the pictures ended up blurry and others too dark but he was content in the end, they all had a wonderful night were they laughed, took hundred pictures and watched some movies. He felt warm inside, a genuine smile plastered on his face. He loved them so much.

✧･ﾟ: * april ✧･ﾟ: *

One thing Jooheon loved more than anything was when Changkyun had his messy hair, no makeup apart from some concealer on his face, when his skin glowed and had that nice caramel like colour, lips pink without lip tint. 

Changkyun looked so small and innocent it always made the older’s heart beat rapidly in his chest, sure Changkyun looked always pretty, but he was breathtaking like this. The younger’s jacket was literally eating him, it was too big for him, his hands were hidden by the long sleeves of the black jacket.

Jooheon was literally melting in front of his adorable boyfriend. He was so whipped that if Changkyun looked at him and told him to go rob a bank, his stupid self would run to the nearest bank.

Changkyun was clingy, that’s a fact, he liked long and warm hugs, forehead and kisses on the cheeks, he love being a little spoon and feeling Jooheon’s arms wrapped around him while they were having small discussion on their bed. 

The younger really loved skinship and his friends knows it so they let him sit on their laps or let him jump on their back so he could hug them tightly. One thing he loved the most was when he could sit on his boyfriend’s lap and feel his arms sneaking around his waist. He let himself relax and wrapped his arms around Jooheon’s shoulders to take his face in his hands.

“Ew, people being in love,” Minhyuk fake gagged, smiling at them, he pulled out his phone to take a picture. They looked cute, he’s not going to lie.

  ✧･ﾟ: * may ✧･ﾟ: *

Okay, Jooheon didn’t really hate Hyungwon but right now he sent him deadly glares from the chair he was seated on in the crappy coffee shop they were currently in because apparently Hyungwon would die if he didn’t have his iced americano right now. Sipping his hot chocolate, he took his phone to snap some pictures of his friend, he wasn���t really mad at him of course, he isn’t the type to be mad for little things like this, his friend knows it, no hard feelings.

“Now! Throw the glitters!,” Jooheon exclaimed, finger on the shutter button ready to snap the perfect picture. They’ve been trying for one hour straight to take this damn picture but luck wasn’t with them, the wind was messing with Changkyun’s hair and the glitter.

Finally after some struggle they managed to take a good picture that Jooheon immediately posted on Instagram. Changkyun looked too good not to share with people.

✧･ﾟ: * june ✧･ﾟ: *

Minhyuk was certainly his favourite model, his features were sharp and defined. He looked ethereal and it was always a blessing to take pictures of him giving that Minhyuk knew what he did and didn’t need help posing, he was a natural and that showed when they looked back at the pictures he took that day. 

He needed to clean up their appartement and to sort out the knick-knacks he kept in three big boxes inside their closet, they needed space and Jooheon had to much things he didn’t used anymore. So cleaning was a good idea.

He was rummaging in the second box when he spotted a little photo album of old polaroids he kept through the times. He carefully picked up and opened it, turning the pages when he found a picture of him and Changkyun when they were still freshly together.

He obviously kept it to show it to his boyfriend and took a quick picture to post it.

✧･ﾟ: * july ✧･ﾟ: *

Jooheon was whipped, literally.

“Hyung! Hyung! Look at this cat he’s so cute! Or she? I don’t know. I want to pet it, he’s looking at me oh my god look at him! Do you think he belongs to someone? Can we take it home? Hyung?” Changkyun chirped rapidly, he lowered himself to pet the stray cat, cooing when the tiny cat head-butted his hand signaling him to continue scratching his head.

Jooheon was watching the scene in front of him fondly, a warm smile present on his face, damn he was really in love.

“You still didn’t found a boyfriend? You want help? I know some frie-,” 

“Stop, I don’t need a boyfriend Jooheon,” Kihyun sighed at Jooheon antics, passing his hand in his fade purple hair.

“Suuuure, that’s not what you’re gonna say when you’ll see Hyunwoo tho,”

“Who? Is he.. is he cute?” he timidly asked, okay, maybe he needed a boyfriend but don’t tell Jooheon that he’s right.

“Oh boy, cute is meaningless when you talk about him, that man is breathtaking, and his the sweetest person you’ll ever encounter, he might look all big and cold but he’s just a big teddy bear ready to give love to anyone. Maybe I should post a picture of you on my account so he can see it? I know you won’t talk to him first so why not?” Jooheon suggested happily, maybe it wasn’t a bad idea and honestly he could see Kihyun and Hyunwoo together. 

“Yeah whatever,” the older mumbled, posing quickly with peace signs.

✧･ﾟ: * august ✧･ﾟ: *

“Seriously, you didn’t find better for the caption?” 

“No, it’s cute, like you Kyunnie,” he blew a kiss at Changkyun who mumbled something he didn’t really catch but his boyfriend’s rosy cheeks were enough for him to understand that he actually liked the caption.

His head outside of the window, he watched quietly the birds flying and the sky, he liked when it was calm even if he had an out-going personality. He took a picture that he immediately sent to Changkyun with a little “wish u were here, do u finish soon? i miss u” message.

✧･ﾟ: * september ✧･ﾟ: *

They were outside doing some shopping, it wasn’t really cold, the weather was actually nice. Changkyun had a white mask covering his mouth and he still looked beautiful.

Without him knowing he quickly took a picture like a paparazzi, sure the picture wasn’t the best and well centered but it still showed Changkyun’s beauty, that would do.

Late night rides and dates were a common thing between them, they loved it, it was their thing. So obviously when Jooheon proposed to go out buy some food and ice creams in the nearest convenience store, Changkyun didn’t say no. Who would say no to food and a night outside with your boyfriend?

✧･ﾟ: * october ✧･ﾟ: *

“Can I do your makeup today?”

“Sure, go ahead but I want to paint your nails after, I bought a new black nail polish, yours was too old,” he said calmly, putting a headband on his head to block his bangs.

Changkyun let out a happy noise and rushed to find his makeup bag, Jooheon closed his eyes and let him work his magic while telling him about the previous photoshoot he had.

“This is so stupid hyung look at them they can’t walk properly!”

“Leave my kids alone they look adorable you’re just jealous that they’re more stylish than you are,” he teased while playing with his cats.

“Not true..,” Changkyun pouted, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid.

✧･ﾟ: * november ✧･ﾟ: *

“You kinda look alike, it’s funny you are twins, wait let me take a picture,” Hyunwoo said before taking a pretty good picture of his friend in front of him.

Jooheon was happy, he finally got the chance to take awesome photos of his friends, he wanted to do this shoot for awhile now. He was content with the result and his friends were too so it’s kinda like he won a big prize. 

“Can’t wait to show this to Kyun,”

✧･ﾟ: * december ✧･ﾟ: *

They finally finished to decorate the Christmas tree, Changkyun was ecstatic with the final result, they took an entire day because they couldn’t stop bickering playfully. Some fake snow fight after, they finished and took a look at their creation. They were pretty pleased with what they ended up with, they quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor and lighted up some candles, Jooheon took a pretty picture, obviously.

They ended up drinking hot chocolate and cuddling under a soft blanket on their couch.

Jooheon was happy, he felt a warm sensation in his chest looking at all of his friends currently sprawled on his tiny couch, he couldn’t help the smile on his face. He’s lucky, he know that, to be surrounded by all of these people. 

“Honey? Come sit too!,” his boyfriend exclaimed, patting the seat next to him with a toothy smile on his face, god Jooheon loved his smile. He felt his heart skip a beat and nodded, walking towards Changkyun to sit next to him, taking his hand in his and giving him a little kiss on his cheeks.

His head in the crook of the younger’s neck, he realised that he wouldn’t change his life for anything.

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fe anon here! Woah I'm actually crying your answer was so Intense and just So Much. Thank you! I love hearing your thoughts on their relationships. Out of curiosity tho, I sent an ask a while back about whether or not you'd be willing to share some more headcanons on how the Nohrian sibs+Beruka and Niles would interact with/react to the deaged awakening trio (and vice versa)? Bc I know u weren't sure you'd continue. Did Tumblr eat that? If ur comfortable talking about it I'd still love to know!

Oh, no, Tumblr absolutely ate that! My inbox is empty 99% of the time, so I definitely would have remembered something like that. If I don’t answer something within a few days, definitely feel free to re-send any asks because that means I didn’t see it!

As a whole, the kids would be wayyyy more wary of the Nohrians right off the bat, even if they’re told what happened and they believe it. They’d be like, “Really? A world without Risen?” and everyone else would say, “what the fuck is a Risen” and then they’d shut up real fast because these are Strangers. All three would probably be convinced they were actually in Plegia somehow until proven otherwise. 

Also, they’d still want to fight because that’s what they’ve been used to their whole lives, but the war is probably over at this point? So it’s just wandering packs of bandits and Faceless to take care of, and if one of the Royal Sibs or even someone the Trio knows goes out to take care of Faceless, the Trio wants to go too because they’re used to protecting their home and they feel restless and anxious to just be sitting around doing nothing. 

“No?” Literally everyone else says. “You’re like fourteen???”

“Yeah, and so’s Elise?” the Trio says, even though Elise is a few years older by this point. “It’s the same thing. But we actually have swords.”

“It’s different.”

“It absolutely isn’t.”

It’s uncomfortable for everyone. 

Also if they actually did sneak away and fight a Faceless, they’d probably be very efficient about it and work together really well, despite bickering almost 24/7 amongst each other in every other minute of every day. Risen are undead, so they don’t “die” the way most enemies would, and Faceless, though without souls, don’t work the same way? A Faceless is bigger but it will fall if you slice it enough times, unlike a Risen that takes extra effort and energy. So Faceless are actually a little easier to kill, but the fact these 13/14 year olds have so much experience fighting to kill would probably bother anyone that thought about it for 0.2 seconds. “Like. I know we grew up in Nohr, but that’s Not Good.” 

Fighting bandits is a different story, and I think if the Trio had to see actual humans hurting other humans, it would mess them up a lot because they came from a time where everyone who didn’t work as a group probably died already? Since lone figures cannot win against a pack of Risen by themselves. So humans vs humans is not anything they really think about until now. Laslow and Odin would probably take this extra hard because their moms were pretty caring and kind people (especially as healers/dancers, whose job it is to help and encourage people), while this would also fuck with Selena but she maybe got a talking to a little more explicitly from her mother or father before they left. (I’m taking this from Laslow’s conversation with Odin in…either the Hot Spring or Harvest Scramble DLC, where Laslow admits that taking his first human life after jumping through time nearly destroyed him because that wasn’t something he thought he’d ever have to do.)

Honestly, living is a peaceful world without fighting is probably the most important thing for their mental health. 

Odin

I’ve been lowkey thinking about this for a long time, but Odin would probably gravitate towards Elise a lot? Both because she has a very accepting and bubbly personality (she RP’d with Odin just because it was cool, and now they’re even closer in age so she’d probably do it again) and honestly she probably reminds him of Lissa. Straight up. Blond hair, pigtail style, youngest sibling, healer, cares a lot, etc. Even if he hadn’t recently lost his mom (which was probably semi-recently, since I hc Lissa being the last to go in the doomed timeline), he still would gravitate towards her. So they chill a lot. 

Leo is probably like lowkey jealous? Because Odin isn’t as interested in him anymore whereas he’d been totally devoted as an adult. He just wants to chill with Elise and other “cool” people and sometimes be by himself to fight imaginary enemies, so Leo actually gets a little more grumpy. Plus Odin uses swords now? Even though Leo had figured out Odin hadn’t used tomes all his life, it was still something they connected on and now this kid is insisting that swords and swordsmen are the coolest (like Xander) and Leo is very :/// about it. (Until maybe Odin sees Leo use Brynhilder and gets all starry eyed. Doubly so if you hc Odin’s dad as a mage. Leo coughs and blusters and pretends it’s not super strange to be the loudly admired person out of all his sibs for once.)

Niles would put on a big teasing front for Odin and probably follow him around a lot even though Odin probably is really distrustful of him, both because he loves annoying little punk kid Odin who takes himself so seriously and because Niles feels like he has to make sure Odin doesn’t run off and hurt himself. (Either Leo or Niles is always hanging around Odin, actually, or at least has someone they trust watching all three kids because magic is strange and they don’t want anything bad happening because the kids got spooked in this new world or something.) 

Actually Niles probably spends the most time keeping an eye on Odin because of that interaction they had when Odin was first de-aged, as Odin’s reaction was so uncharacteristic of his adult self. He’s actually concerned about the kind of world Odin grew up in, and he might not pry too hard, but he’s definitely keeping an eye and ear out for any concerning stuff. 

(Odin, meanwhile, thinks Niles is Evil because he’s a creepy guy who keeps following Odin around and he’s heard bad rumors about Niles and Odin’s brain is insistent that this guy Has To Be A Villain.)

(Maybe that changes, but they’d have to have some kind of heart-to-heart first. Maybe because Odin really does go too far and Niles has to pull him out of some trouble.)

Selena

Camilla probably wants to dote on Selena pretty hard, but Selena is Not Having It. 

“But this will wear off soon, and it’s not every day I get to see my darling retainer so young and cute,” Camilla coos. “Just enjoy yourself. When you’re an adult again, I’ll having you running errands again in no time.” 

Selena: “I don’t know you!! You’re not my mom!! Stop acting like it!”

Camilla, serious: “I’m absolutely not your mother and never will be/want to be.” (Back to cheerful) “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do X/Y/Z together.”

Basically she treats Selena a lot of the same way she treated baby Corrin, only Selena resists it a lot more. As time goes by and they realize through context clues that the Trio actually had a really rough life, Camilla maybe has a few conversations with her about what it’s like to grow up in a world where you can die at any moment and the whole world is out to get you (Selena via the Risen/Grima and Camilla via assassins/the other mothers of her half-siblings and Garon’s wives.) It’s a tough life, and Camilla gets where Selena’s need to fight and get better is coming from.

Beruka probably doesn’t really have any experience with children at this point? She doesn’t know what to do except treat Selena or the others like smaller adults, which Selena actually appreciates a lot but also maybe stresses her out a bit. 

When they first meet, Selena looks up at Beruka (probably not too far because Selena is really Tall for her age and also in general and Beruka is probably shorter than adult Selena) and says, “So you’re Lady Camilla’s retainer like me, right?”

“Correct,” Beruka says. Because it is.

“Am I a better retainer than you?” Selena demands, hands on her hips, and Beruka. Stares. Because it’s really driving home that Selena’s insecurities started Young.

(Also if Subaki is ever around, she probably hates his guts because he has red hair like her mom and is viewed as “perfect” because he strives to be so all the time and it makes her too uncomfortable and she Hates It. Niles loves laughing at this 13/14 year old girl chewing the hell out of this grown ass man just for existing.)

Laslow

Laslow is super short, worse about hiding his shyness than he was at twenty-something, and stumbles sometimes when talking to adults (especially beautiful people and people with a lot of power, so Xander is a double-whammy, but so is half the army), but by golly, does he try to flirt with anything that breathes. He’s not as smooth as his adult self, but sometimes he pulls off some okay lines. Even though everyone is like “You…are a child.” 

(Laslow gets that he’s a kid and he doesn’t even usually flirt seriously as an adult, but when people keep using that line on him even when he’s trying to do some good and fight, he gets really internally frustrated because he wasn’t a child when everyone died and he had been fighting a war where half the army was his age, was he? Lot of complex feelings there.)

Xander can Relate a lot because he was also super shy as a child and if this is how Laslow overcomes that in his own way (especially since this was apparently his mother’s advice, who Laslow values a lot), Xander doesn’t really want to be the one to stop him. But also he is Exasperated because he keeps getting complaints that this bratty 14 year old is flirting with half the women in the army and town and can he Not??? Can Laslow just chill for like two minutes?? Is there no better solution????

Sometimes he helps teach Laslow how to spar properly, just like he did for Corrin and his other sibs, and he respects Laslow’s apparent drive to protect others and sees somewhat through Laslow’s cheerful, flirty facade to the more struggling kid underneath.

Peri coos over Laslow a bit, but he’s not big enough to fight with her/by her side anymore and she doesn’t want to kill him, so there’s not a ton they can do together. She watches him when told to, though, and sometimes even withought even being told, and they manage to get a long surprisingly well. (She’s a great cook and sometimes shares her snacks with him, and they bond through that.)

All three kids probably interact the same way they did with each other as immature people, so they actually don’t get along very well? When not in immediate danger? Like Odin’s bffs were Cynthia and Brady, probably. He and Laslow keep getting into brawls, which is… mildly concerning, actually. Laslow keeps stealing his journals (”It’s not a diary! Give it back!” “It absolutely is, and no”) and Odin keeps insulting him. Selena and Laslow don’t get along because Laslow is too flirty and Selena thinks he’s just making fun of her. She’s a little better with Odin (who in their FE13 support I think was said to have still treated her with kindness, even when she was mean to him) but she keeps getting flustered and fed up with his antics and growing up?? Is so hard??? It’s so hard, and nobody understands. 

The difference between getting along as kids and how they get along as adults is astounding. 

(All three of them worry about their friends back home, even though they don’t say anything. Supposedly those guys and gals are all adults now too, but?? Who’s gonna walk Noire to the bathroom at night? Who’s gonna protect Brady? Who’s gonna make sure Gerome doesn’t become too much a loner and die???? They Worry.)

(If you wanted me to expand on something more specific, let me know!)

EDIT: Also one of the kids at some point definitely asks how old they were and get old “like 25” and they are all Shocked. Like. One of them (probably Odin, who also expected to die a heroic death by 16) says aloud “I made it to 20??!??” shocked.

Everyone else takes a moment to compose themselves and remind themselves that there’s a lot they don’t know about these three

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Break-up Novella.

PART FOUR: IT’S JUST GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

I’m not 100% on this specific part of the Break-Up Novella bit I felt like I needed a filler part in between Parts 3 and 5. I promise you, Part 5 will be filled and it’ll be better and we’ll see their relationship really get better. There may or may not be a cheeky smut scene at the end, as well as the cutest scene I think I’ve ever written in my life. 

I’m really iffy on this part, so, I apologise in the horrendous flow. I really tried to work through it, I can promise you, haha. Chances are, I will come back to this a really re-do it to fit the novella properly. I lost all inspiration for this section and I’m so unsure as to why. I think I’ve just been SO excited to write the final part because I hate it when the missus and Harry fight because I just love them and I’m rooting for them SO hard... :(((

Enjoy! xx

4 weeks post break-up; Harry.

(Harry’s texts. Missus’ texts.)

Hey, how are you?

Harry, hey. 

Hi. I’m good, thank you. How are you?

I’m okay, yeah.

How’s tour going? It’s been a month, right?

3 weeks, yeah.

But, it’s okay, I guess. A bit exhausting trying to get back into the time differences and such.

Where are you now?

We’ve just finished the South American leg of the tour. We’re taking an extra few days off in São Paulo before we go to Dublin. Suppose it’s alright but, I just want to get back to the English time zones.

What’s the time there now?

It’s dinner. To be precise, it’s 5:19pm. I’m just about to go down to the hotel restaurant for food.

That sounds nice.

I miss a good UK burger though. Forgot all about my health-kick diet thing. It’s only taken me 3 weeks away from the UK to realise I need a good greasy dinner.

Hahaha.

Are you sure you’re okay?

You seem a bit off.

I just feel a bit awkward right now.

Why?

Talking to you after 3 weeks of not being together isn’t exactly what I was thinking of doing, Harry. Especially at 8:22pm.

Oh.

I’m sorry. I just thought that because we were working on being friends, it was okay to text you and talk to you about your day. I’m sorry for making you feel awkward.

I think it’s just going to take some time before we become the best of friends again, Harry. Definitely more than 3 weeks, actually.

I know.

We’re on track though. Okay? I think, for me, I just need to time to forget everything.

I understand.

I miss yo though.

Not just romantically. But, I just miss your presence around me. It’s been different without you, you know? I’m finding it difficult, I suppose.

I know.

* *

Her lips tasted like the raspberry cocktail he’d seen her nurse, multiple times, throughout the evening. Her figure edging closer to his perched position on a bar stool as the hours passed by, a smirk toying on her lips as she pinched the straw of her drink between her teeth and made eye contact with him, his forearms pressed on the marble bartop with the small glass, holding a gin and tonic, set on a napkin between his hands. A smirk on his lips each time he side-glanced in her direction and caught her with a hard stare on him. His eyelids heavy and drooping, feet hooked around the pole of the stool to stable his drunken self to keep him from embarrassing himself and falling off in front of a half-full bar.

He loved the taste of raspberry.

He was no stranger to sticking the fruit into smoothies and having the juice give a burst of flavour to the beverage, and he was no stranger to dropping handfuls on top of his granola or porridge in the mornings when he’s in a rush to leave and he was always found sticking his fingers into the open packet in the fridge, popping one between his lips and chewing on the tangy food, eyes squinting with the sour taste as it touched his tastebuds. And he adored the artificial smell that it gave off with his shampoo because it made him feel summery and fresh.

But, most of all and the main reason why he loved the taste - it was what your lipgloss tasted like when you kissed him, painting his lips with the softest peach colour, his tongue swiping over the flesh after you’d pulled away and sent him a warm smile, bidding him a farewell before you left him for the day. The taste being enough to last him through the day

It was raspberry that he associated with you.

And, as he cupped the back of the unknown woman’s head, his lips moulding with hers as she captured him between her body and the bar, all he could think about was you. And how wrong it felt to be kissing someone in hopes of starting a hook-up or a one night stand just to ease the sexual tension and frustration that had been building and stocking up inside him. How it felt to be doing something so wrong when things were just getting back on track with you, down a path he had been wanting from the moment you walked out of his life and disappeared into the London darkness.

Friends.

If he wanted to progress past that zone, he could afford to muck up anything.

“M’sorry,” he grumbled out, his breath fanning her face as he tried to push away from the bar, “need t’ go. S’feels wrong. So wrong. M’sorry.”

“Whatever you have going on, just forget about it for one night,” she cooed, dragging a finger up his chest and grabbing his chin in her strong hold, lips forming a pout as she leant up as close as she could get, his breath fanning over her face from the close proximity between their bodies, “c’mon, Harry. My room is only up a coupl’a floors. S’not gon’a take long. I can make you feel really good, Harry.”

“Can’t,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and slipping away from the bar, reaching for the jacket he’d settled over the back of his stool and hanging over his forearm, “m’sorry. M’not ready. Can’t do it.”

She scoffed, pushing from the bar, rejected and moody as she swung her hips with each step she took back towards the group of friends she was previously with. Their hands coming up to pat her back and rub her shoulder in sympathy. Guilt bubbling in his belly each time he glanced over in their direction, eyebrows furrowing when one flipped him the bird and insisted they left the bar and continued their party in their bedroom, on the wine and the tequila and the tiny bottles of liquor from the mini-fridge that came complimentary with the room. Eyes burning holes into his back as they left.

* *

need yo to heear this

i miss ypu

sent mum a ticket for you today

in Manchtesr

to seee me on staage!

Harry?

Harry, are you drunk?

jus had a few gins and tonic. some shpts tooo.

Harry, please.

Don’t do anything silly.

m drinking my sorros away

Harry, go home to your hotel, please. I don’t want to wake up and find out you’ve been taken to hospital to have your stomach pumped.

im fiiiiiine

You’re not.

Please. I’ve known you for a little less than two years now. That’s enough for me to know that you cannot handle your booze. Please. Go back and have a sleep.

ur not my girlfrend anymore!

i can do what i lik

u don’t get to control me like u used 2

* *

“Harry! Harry, mate.”

Harry’s head whipped up, looking over his shoulder as his eyes widened. Watching Niall step into the hotel bar, guilt residing in his gut because, he looked exhausted. Confusion soon taking over and running through his mind because he was sure he was in contact with you and not Niall. Room key tucked tightly into his hands as his slipper-clad feed shuffled across the murky-green carpet, that surprisingly gave the rest of the room an ostentatious look. With a matte white bar lining one wall with reflective surfaces and mirrors scattered all throughout the room. Fitting to the 4-star hotel they’d been staying in during the last couple of days.

“Niall?”

“Hi, buddy. Hey,” he cooed softly, “come on, mate. Let’s get you to bed, yeah? You’re not that cooperative when you’re hungover.”

“How’d yeh,” he tripped over his footing, hiccuping and interrupting his speech as he stumbled forward. Niall catching him, limbs flailing out, before he fell and broke a bone or bruised his face, “how’d yeh know I was down ‘ere?”

“(YN) called me. She got worried and called me to tell me where you were. You know you can’t drink so much of this foreign alcohol, you stupid prick,” he scolded, arm wrapped around his shoulder and Even back in London, she still looks after you. Can’t believe you let her go,” he grunted beneath his breath as he tugged Harry towards the lift in the hotel reception, pushing a button to bring it down to the lower ground, “you’re lucky she’s got some care in her. If I was her, I’ve have let you drown and pass out.”

Harry stayed silent for the most part, staring down at his phone.

whyy did you calll niall?

i was havin fuuuuuun drinkin!

Because I want you to be safe, Harry. Especially in a foreign country when no one is around with you.

I may not be your girlfriend anymore, but, as a friend, I’m looking out for you.

* *

He woke with a headache.

Throbbing behind his pupils, pulsing around his temples and making it almost impossible to lift his head from his pillow. Groans and grumbles escaping his lips as he tugged the duvet over his head and protected his fragile eyes from the bright sunlight filtering through the open curtains. A nauseous feeling coursing through his gut as the alcohol from last night mixed together, bubbling in his stomach and slowly but surely making it’s way up towards his throat, knowing that the most of his morning will be spent on the cold bathroom floor of his hotel room with his head pushed into the toilet bowl, giving himself a sore throat and a disgusting and vomit-inducing tase at the back of his mouth.

But despite his headache and the horrendous hangover that took over him, he was still fully aware of what happened. The desire to drink when he sauntered past the hotel bar on his way out for the evening. The number of Gin and Tonics he’d sipped upon ashe sat by his lonesome self, drowning in the laughter and the soft music that filled the area. The shots he’d asked for, downing one after the other after the other after the other, allowing the liquid to burn his throat. The girl he kissed with the taste of raspberry coating her lips and wafting from her breath. The moment Niall came to collect him dressed in his pyjamas. The stumble down the corridor to his room after leaving the lift, dropping his room card at least 4 times along the way, and tripping over his pigeon-toed feet.

What he couldn’t recall clearly was the texts that were sent to you. Sent out of spite without a clear minded thought process behind it.

Peeking from beneath the duvet, nudging it away from his face and squinting towards the bright light, he reached for the phone that sat on the bedside table. Blinking away that it needed charging and flashing with texts and alarm notifications that he’d forgotten to switch off. Your name, boldly showing beside the green ‘Messages’ icon, has the number 3 sitting between two brackets, confusion pulling at his eyebrows as he unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb.

Are you good this morning? Hungover? Some ibuprofen and some water usually do the trick for you.

Wait, you’re not answering me. I checked the time. You should be awake, Harry.

You’re in hospital having your stomach pumped again, aren’t you? For Christ sake. I can hear your mum going crazy in Chapel right now.

A snicker escaped his mouth, soon turning into a wince as his head throbbed with a dull ache. His thumb scrolling up through the messages sent beforehand, eyes widening and his cheeks, although they were already warm and flushed, becoming a darker shade of pink at the embarrassment that swallowed him.

“Christ,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief as he began to type back a response, chin dipped to his chest to give him an easier angle to look at the screen of his phone.

Thank you for last night.

God, thank you. So much.

I don’t know what came over me. I went down to get some dinner because I was fed up with eating room service food every night and I walked past hotel bar on my way there so I snuck inside to have a beer and I just kept going and going and going. I’m not even sure what possessed me to go on and on and get drunk on my own, to be honest, in the first place. I think I was just sad over our last conversation and I just wanted to forget everything. I’m taking this break-up really hard, but, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t make you feel awkward as we progress as friends.

Just, you don’t have to reply or anything.

I just wanted to thank you. I can’t begin to imagine what I would have done if you didn’t call Niall; probably pass out and get attacked or something. Or wake up in the hospital with a tube pumping the contents out last time…

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4 weeks post break-up; (YN).

“You know that I’m going up to Manchester next week?” Gemma pondered, tracing the rim of her coffee mug with her forefinger. The coffee house, that you had agreed to meet her in for a quick afternoon coffee and a cake, was quiet and buzzing with the softer side of the London life, decorated from ceiling to floor with oak panels lining the brick and tropical plants overgrowing and hanging down, giving the small area a Pinterest-esque look. Your table tucked away in the corner and hidden away from the wandering eyes of people who would most definitely catch your face. “Harry’s sent some tickets and passes home for us to use over the three nights he’s in Manchester. Most of the family are heading up to Chapel a couple of days before and then we’re going to the stadium to see the boys over the three nights they’re there.”

“That sounds fun,” you grinned, giving her a nod before taking a soft sip of the coffee from the mug nursed tightly in your hands, foam catching on your upper lip before you swiped your tongue over your flesh, collecting the froth on the pad to rid the marks, “do you need me to go and tend to anything in your flat? Water the flowers or something?”

“Nope,” she shook her head, “but, Mum wanted to know if you wanted to join us? Harry sent an extra ticket home that he specifically said was for you. In case you wanted it. I know you've been trying to work things through this last week and I know things have been tough in regards to being his friend again,” she motioned, wrapping her fingers around the cup and lifting it from the saucer set on the wooden table. Clinking softly when the , “I think he sent it as a, just in case you wanted to come, sort of thing. Didn’t want to leave you out, I suppose. I think we’d all really love it if you came. But, obviously, you need to be selfish and put your needs first. We understand. Harry understands, too.”

“I, uhm,” your eyebrows twitched before they furrowed together, creating a dip at the top of your nose and crinkles to form at the corners of your eyes, “I don’t know. I know he sent one home for me. He drunk text me the other day, but, I don’t know if it’s something that I should accept right now? I mean, I haven’t seen him or spoken to him since we fought.”

Despite his face being printed on magazines and newspapers and photos being published online and shared by friends and family and the select fans that had the privilege of a follow from you, and despite having gotten on track to being friends and forgetting the past, you hadn’t found the courage within yourself to pick the phone up and have a proper conversation with him. Where you heard his voice. A voice that would soothe you to sleep, captivate you no matter the tone and no matter the topic of conversation, make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. A voice that you’d heard on a daily basis for 2 years, whether it be over the phone during the nights of the days you hadn’t had time to see one another or in a different room when he was in the bathroom and you were in the bedroom or whispered right into your ear as you cuddled on the sofa or curled up in bed.

You knew, as soon as you saw his face and heard his voice at the same time, you would be putty at his feet.

“I think you should come, (YN). Tie up those loose ends and really make your friendship official, you know? You need to see him now that you’re on track to being friends again,” Gemma said, a smile on her lips as she took a sip of the coffee and let the warm beverage cover her throat in a delicious coat, “the first person he’ll be looking for when we arrive is you.”

“What if it doesn’t go back to how it was before? What if I bottle it from nerves and end up ignoring him or say the wrong thing and I upset him?”

“It’s Harry we’re talking about here,” she smiled, reach across to grab your hand, squeezing it tightly, “you don’t need to be nervous around him.”