#especially as it wasn't planned and they literally pulled this together that morning

[thurio-edau]

"It was her," Aiden yelled out, trying to get them to understand him. He couldn't get that bloody image of Ashlyn out of his mind. "I swear I saw her this time!"

"Cut it out! This is the fifth time you thought something you've seen is Ashlyn!" And of course Tyler didn't understand him. He never understood.

Aiden was getting mad. He lost control of his emotions without the smiling mask he always wore. "Are you calling me insane!? I know what I saw! I'm not delusional like your m--"

His eyes widened as he realized what he said, already too late. These were his friends, his found family, looking at him as if he was a monster.

"...I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

Tyler didn't accept the apology though. He pulled Taylor from the arm and left, he couldn't stand Aiden especially lately. It was his fault. He always messed stuff up. He messed it up again.

"Damn it!" Ashlyn yelled to herself in her mind, waking up in the boring facility room yet again. She was so close to getting there... But she failed.

All she could do was talk inside her mind. Not even out loud, she couldn't let Alex and whoever else was there suspect anything. Now she needed an excuse to have a first aid kit in her room. She wasn't sure if she could walk outside and search for anything in the phantom dimension from how heavily injured she was. Yeah, she had Alex's card thanks to a trick she did, but she didn't have anything in real life except this room.

The walls were plain white. Lifeless and tired, just like her. She missed the braids her mom did each morning. She missed her father's awful jokes. She missed the graveyard, she missed her friends.

She missed that one smile.

The pain in her back and arms were obvious to her. Phantom claws were sharp for sure, she bled terribly in the phantom dimension. And Ashlyn woke up in the facility room yet again... All the distance she went was trashed.

They told her it was a fungus. That her parents knew she was here. That her friends knew she was here. That they were okay with it. They were okay with it. They were okay with her being kept away. They were okay with not getting to see her. They were okay with it.

Tch. Such bullshit. She didn't believe it, at all. It ate away at her, she didn't know how Tyler was right now. How Aiden was right now. A tree and a ceiling. Maybe they were fine. Tyler was alright. Aiden woke up okay. She still felt the way she clung to him once they woke up.

She had to get back. It was so close, why not get closer? One hour was the preparation... If she prepared the night before, she'd have six hours on the road. Right. She could do this. She was Ashlyn Banner, of course she could do it... Well, she needed to take care of her scars first because she could pass out. Every single night was important now, she was practically only alive for 7 hours in the phantom dimension. She felt dead in real life, 24 hours of doing nothing.

"I need to hurt myself somehow... So that I can have some kind of bandaging." Ashlyn thought.

But how? She didn't have a knife to injure herself with. And no way they'd just bring her one upon request. And trying anything drastic was too risky. Injuring her foot or legs were risky too... She needed that to get to her friends. But she definitely needed the bandaging, because her scars were too intense from the phantom claws.

Putting together a plan wasn't as hard as she thought.

im okay guys dont worry i wrote this out of free will yes sorry it sucks it was the free will

its just buildup rn honestly i literally didnt expect to make this an actual fic but here we go i guess

smoke signals part 2 . part 1 here

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 30 -

NOW YOU KNOW ME, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

A/N: Oof. I'm an emotional wreck over here. I think this is my best chapter yet. It definitely is my longest. I have been waiting to write this since... well, a very long time for sure. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!

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>> Warnings: Some language (always), mild jealousy, alcohol consumption, partying, mentions of parental cheating

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June 30th, 2015

It's Natalie's birthday, so you and Levi planned a little getaway. Of course, she caught on quickly, so it wasn't a surprise anymore. And she asked for just a few, specific things.

She wants it on the beach, she wants your close friends there, and she wants a lot of alcohol.

As you pull up, with Natalie and Levi, to the beach house you have rented, you feel an extreme amount of excitement building up. A beach party in general is fun, but a 'Natalie' beach party is going to be something else.

It's a big house. It has a wrap-around porch, tons of windows, a pool, and a staircase leading directly to the beach. It is beautiful, and perfect for the party.

You claim a room with an ocean view, before everyone else arrives, and open the back doors to let the breeze blow in.

There's suddenly some chatter downstairs, which lets you know that some others have arrived, so you head back out.

The girls squeal when they see you. Jade and Dana run up and give you a big group hug.

"Dream Team together again!" Jade shouts.

"Okay, this is clearly not for me…" Levi states, grabbing his bags and taking them to the room Natalie picked.

The four of you giggle.

"I'm so glad you could come!" Natalie exclaims.

"We can only stay til the morning, but we wouldn't miss it! This one told us about your parties!" Dana points to you. "It's going to be amazing!"

"It is now!" You hear coming from the front door, seeing Niall walk with Louis right behind him.

"Hell yes!" Louis adds. "What am I agreeing to?"

You all laugh.

The rounds are made of hugs and hellos, and once everyone is settled into rooms, you all gather on the couches and chairs in the living room.

"Anybody else coming to this shindig?" Niall asks. "I know Payno can't."

"Yeah. Three of my cousins- Hunter, Heidi, and Heather. You guys know Heather."

"Oh, Heather? She's cool." Louis states.

"Yeah, plus another old friend from school, Charlotte." She looks over at you, seeing you smile because you know her. "And, Harry."

Everybody turns toward you.

"Oh, fuck off you guys!" You shake your head.

"Literally, no one said anything Y/N." Dana chuckles.

"You're all impossible."

"Pot calling the kettle…" Louis replies.

You glare at them all and stand up dramatically. "I need a drink already!"

"Good idea, bartender. She winks.

You roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen island where all the alcohol is sitting.

You pour Natalie the first drink, seeing her walk up to the counter.

"It's okay that he's coming, right?" She asks.

"Of course. We're good." You nod. "Nothing weird or bad is gonna happen."

"So you're back to denying your feelings again?" She takes a sip of her drink. "I can't keep up!"

You sigh. "He just broke up with a fucking supermodel! Why would I even try to compete with that?"

"Uh, yeah, because he broke up with her for you!" Natalie exclaims.

"What? No he didn't… did he say that?"

"Well… no…"

"Okay then." You reply.

"You both are fucking ridiculous." She growls, grabbing her drink and walking back to the couch with everyone.

You frown at her, even though her back is turned to you, and pour yourself a shot of tequila. It's not your usual at all, but you can tell you're going to need it.

"Oi oi!" Louis shouts causing your eyes to snap over to the front door.

In walks Harry, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a white shirt with a blue and green tropical print. Only a few buttons are done up, showing part of his sparrows and the top of his butterfly tattoo. His sunglasses are on top of his head and you notice how his beautiful curls are getting longer, sitting below his shoulders.

[Fuck, he's so gorgeous, it's not fair]

You feel your heart pounding as he walks over to you and stops at the counter.

He turns around to the group on the couches.

"Happy Birthday, Nat." He shouts.

"Damn right it is!" She throws up her hands and cheers. "Thank you!"

You chuckle and Harry turns back to you, dropping his bag on the stool next to him.

"This is gonna be interesting, isn't it." He states.

"I expect nothing less." You smile and shake your head. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Oh! Umm… sure. I'll take one of those." He points to the bottle of tequila and shot glass in your hand.

You pour him one, cheers with your empty glass, and watch him slam it down.

"Why are you doing shots? You don't like tequila…" He asks.

"You kind of need them for Natalie's parties." You chuckle.

"Oh! So it is definitely going to be interesting."

You nod. "It hasn't even started."

His eyes get wider. "Oh god."

You giggle, trying to hide the fact that you are biting your lip unintentionally.

"M'gonna find a bed and prepare myself for… all this…" he winks, and you can't help but watch him walk away.

Your eyes find Natalie, who is wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

[You'll definitely need a few shots tonight]

~~~~~

After everyone else shows up, and Heidi and Charlotte are done fawning over the boys of One Direction, the party gets into full swing.

Charlotte has made her way to the spot on the couch next to Harry, and he is focused on his conversation with her. She's your school friend, and you're happy she's here, but your jaw is clenched as you watch them from the other side of the room.

You feel a nudge against your arm.

"Whatcha doin Superstar?" Niall asks.

"Just hanging out."

"And maybe trying to summon some mind powers to shove your friend off the couch?" Niall laughs.

You see Harry's eyes subtly shift to you out of his peripherals, but keeps his focus on Charlotte.

You shake your head. "No…"

"Yeah okay Y/N."

"Niall, knock it off." You scold.

He brings his hands up in defense. "Okay. Just figured, with ya feelings and all, you'd… take this opportunity or something…"

"Opportunity for what exactly?" You glare at him.

"You two are impossible." He sighs. "I'm getting another beer."

He walks away and you roll your eyes.

[Nothing is going to happen. Not that you don't kind of want it to, but… it's just complicated, and you're scared. He broke up with a supermodel… so if she wasn't good enough then you know definitely aren't]

You feel another nudge on your arm and turn to see Natalie's cousin, Hunter.

"It's been a fucking long time, dude." You smile.

"Yeah, like, who the hell are you now?" He laughs and you give him a hug.

"That's a good question!" You laugh in reply.

You look back over to see Charlotte laughing as Harry tells her something funny.

Your chest tightens and you look back to Hunter, who happens to be looking in the same direction.

"I need a shot."

"Same." He replies.

He follows you over to the kitchen, and you jump up onto the counter, pouring two more shots. You down it quickly and as you look over to the couches, you see Harry's head turn back to Charlotte. He says something, she nods, and he gets up from the couch.

Your heart starts to race again as he walks over towards you.

As he gets to you, he reaches his hand out to Hunter. "Hey mate, I'm Harry."

"Yeah, man, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Heather's brother, so I hear a lot about you guys."

"Oh, right. Awesome." He looks at you. "May I have another, please?"

You nod, hand him another shot, and he lifts it up. "Cheers." He shoots it back and places the glass on the counter.

Hunter touches your arm and leans in. "I'm gonna chat with Charlotte real quick, I'll catch up with you later."

"Have fun…" you reply.

Harry's gaze follows Hunter as he walks over to Charlotte, and you watch Harry.

"I know he's liked her for a while, but no moves have been made, so you don't have to worry." You state, clearing your throat as Harry's head snaps back to look at you.

"What? No. I don't…" he furrows his brow. "No, we were just chatting."

"Oh. Okay." You reply, feeling relieved and a little foolish for potentially sounding jealous.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

You shrug. "Yeah. You?"

He shrugs too. "I'm waiting for it to get crazy."

You laugh, and look over at Natalie, who is turning up the music as Levi sets up some red solo cups on a table.

"Well, I think it's about to…" you gesture towards your friends.

"Really? Beer pong?" He asks.

"Not exactly…" you respond.

"Tequila Pong!!" Natalie shouts, and everyone around her cheers.

You shake your head as Harry's mouth drops open.

"Y/N! Get your ass over here!" Natalie shouts.

You look over at Harry, his mouth still open, and shake your head when you turn back to Natalie.

She pouts. "It's my birthday, you're my partner, and you're also the reigning champ!"

Harry lets out a huge laugh. "Oh my god!"

You smack his arm and hop off the counter, shrugging at Harry as you make your way to the table.

"I've gotta see this." He states as he follows close behind.

~~~~~

The first two games end quickly. Natalie wasn't lying, you are very good at it.

Harry is standing close to the opposite end of the table with one arm across his chest and the other pulling on his lip, as he watches intently.

"Okay friends. Niall and Louis, lost. Hunter and Charlotte, lost. So who's next?" Natalie asks, pointing around at the group.

"I'll have a go at it." Harry states.

"Really?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, seems easy enough." He replies, and you let out a huge laugh.

"Okay, cocky. Hope it's not a huge blow to that ego when you lose."

He smirks at your trash talk and you stick your tongue out at him.

Levi steps up to be his partner and Natalie bounces in excitement. You motion for them to start.

Harry sinks his first shot and your mouth drops open this time.

"I think my ego will be fine." He winks.

You squint at him and take your own shot, also sinking it into the cup.

After a lot of back and forth, almost all of the cups are empty, leaving one cup on each side of the table. Both Natalie and Levi miss their shots, so it's down to you and Harry. He goes first and it bounces right over the rim. He throws up his hands and the group on his side all groan.

Now it's up to you and you focus as you line up your shot. Your eyes momentarily snap up to Harry as he bites his bottom lip.

"Don't miss." He whispers, and you keep your eyes on him as you take the shot, landing it right into the middle of the cup. Everyone on your side cheers and Harry bows to you.

He shuffles around the table to your side and shakes your hand. "Well played."

"You too. Wasn't expecting that."

"I can say the same."

He licks his lips and pulls them in, then looks down to see that you two are still shaking hands.

He clears his throat. "You were right, this did get wild."

You let out a big laugh. "Oh no, no. Trust me, there's more."

You hold up your finger, knowing exactly how Natalie will continue the night.

"What do we do next?" Natalie asks. "Never Have I Ever?"

You slightly lean towards Harry and whisper "or strip poker."

"Or strip poker?" Natalie adds.

Harry holds in a laugh.

"Strip poker!" He yells.

"What?" You yell back.

"I hate Never Have I Ever. We do it so much in interviews and it never turns out well for me." He replies.

Much to your relief, most of the group votes for the game that Harry hates, and he groans.

You each have a drink in hand, only having to take tiny sips if you answer that you've done it. You find a seat on the couch and watch as Harry sits in a chair directly across from you.

You feel pretty good about the statements you have had to drink for. You admit to skinny-dipping, like you did that one night with the guys. You also admit to having a one night stand, which was in high school, and sneaking out of your house to go to a party. Then it was Natalie's turn. She is looking in the direction of Louis.

"Never have I ever… slept with someone sort of famous…"

Your entire body freezes and your eyes dart over to hers. She drops her head and you can barely make out her whispering "shit".

You look over at Harry and close your eyes. You, Harry, and Heidi each take a drink.

"Heidi? Who did you sleep with?" Heather asks.

"That guy from that band… Stationed… or something like that?"

"That's a local band, sis, that's not even close to famous…" Natalie states, causing Heidi to shrug.

"Well, we all figured that Harry would be sipping." Charlotte giggled. "But who was yours Y/N?"

You shake your head. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on… who was it?" She asks.

You look over at Natalie again, and shake your head.

"She doesn't have to answer. Let's move on. I think it's your turn, babe. Last question." She points to Levi.

You clear your throat as Levi asks something about smoking weed, but your head stays down.

As soon as the game ends, you stand straight up off the couch and Natalie quickly shuffles over to you. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N/N. I was looking at Niall and Louis when I asked. Kind of surprised they didn't drink. But I'm so sorry!"

"I need some air." You turn and walk out to the back patio, sitting in one of the lounge chairs.

Eyes closed and head back, you hear the door open.

"I'm fine, Nat." You state.

"Not Nat." Niall says.

"Hey." You open your eyes and sit up.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You nod. "The question just caught me off guard."

"Right." He nods. "But what about everything else?"

You furrow your brow and look right at him. "What's everything else?"

He sighs. "Fucking hell, Y/N/N. Why are you making yourself miserable?"

You gasp slightly.

"You still love Harry. I know it, you know it. I think half the people here know it." He adds. "You're not with that asshole Ryan, he's not with Candice. Just talk to him!"

"It's too complicated…" you respond.

"Nothing will happen if you don't talk to him." He replies.

"I don't know if I want anything to happen."

"Oh, c'mon, that's not tru-"

"Yes it is, Niall!" You huff out. "I'm not enough, I wasn't enough, and I don't want to put myself through that again."

"Y/N/N…"

"He figured I couldn't handle being with him and maybe he was right. Maybe I can't keep up. He shouldn't have to worry about going out in public with the person he's with. I'm not Candice. She's a fucking supermodel. She's used to that lifestyle. That's what he needs. Well, someone like that anyway."

A few tears start to form and you wipe them away.

"Y/N, stop. None of that's true."

You shake your head. "I just want to be his friend. I can still be in his life and he can have whatever he needs with someone else."

"But you love him." He argues.

"I don't think that's enough anymore."

The door opens again and you both look over to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"Hi."

You clear your throat. "Hey."

"Well, I'm gonna grab a drink. See you inside." He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then pats Harry's shoulder as he walks back into the house.

You blow out a deep breath, trying to keep composure as he takes the seat where Niall was just sitting.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just maybe a bit too drunk."

"You don't have to be sorry."

You shrug. "I wouldn't have made it awkward in there if I wasn't."

"Natalie asked the stupid question." He growls. "And I'm the one who… who made it so you had to answer it…"

You look directly into his intoxicating green eyes, making you feel as if you could be drunk on them alone, even without the alcohol.

[No, dummy, you feel that way because of the alcohol]

"I'm… I'm not upset that I had to answer it… I…" You attempt to lean forward on the edge of the lounge chair but it starts to tip, causing you to start to fall off. You grab Harry's shoulder as he grabs your hand, pulling you up as he stands.

"Shit." You smack your hand on your forehead.

"Maybe we should get you inside. Maybe to bed." He suggests.

You pout. "I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. Just… not as coordinated as usual."

He chuckles. "Are you sure? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"You're so sweet." You immediately blush and clear your throat. "I'll be fine. The party isn't over yet."

"Seriously?"

"It's probably winding down now… are they playing 'spin the bottle'?"

He bursts out laughing. "Yes!"

"Okay, I think she's about to order about ten pizzas and suggest watching a movie."

"What, is like every party exactly the same?"

"No." You shake your head. "But I know her too well."

He nods.

"Plus she told me her plans." You smirk.

His mouth drops open. "Oh my god, you little…"

You burst out laughing this time. "That was fun!"

He glares at you, looking down at your big grin, then back to your eyes.

"I can't believe you."

He is still holding your hand as he opens the door to go back inside, and you let go before you walk through the doorway behind him.

He looks back at you and drops his head for a second.

"Okay, how many pepperoni?" Natalie asks, causing you to giggle as Harry looks back at you again, this time with a big, dimpled smirk.

[Damn, you've missed that smirk. Shit. No!]

You hum slightly as you take a deep breath in, feeling your heart flutter.

[Oh, whatever, you're drunk, you can admire it]

~~~~~

July 1st, 2015

You wake up on the couch, with a blanket laying on top of you. You sit up slightly, feeling a decently painful throb.

"Oh my god." You groan, holding one side of your head.

You hear another groan coming from someone on the floor next to you and you peer over to see Harry laying there with just a pillow under his head.

"Shit." He states, squinting as he tries to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Harry? Did you sleep on the floor all night?"

"Mhmm." He hums.

"Why?"

"I… well, you were pretty drunk… I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You were drunk too…" you reply.

"Yeah, but I wasn't twirling around, with a whisk in my hand, belting out 'Don't Stop Believing' over and over."

Your cheeks are flooded with embarrassment. "Oh my god… I didn't…"

He nods.

"Did I do anything else stupid?"

He scoffs. "It wasn't stupid! It was probably the best part of the night."

You smile.

"My favorite part at least." He utters under his breath.

You gasp slightly.

He clears his throat and slowly starts to stand up. "I'll make coffee."

"Thank you. I'm going to take a quick shower." You get up from the couch and make your way to the bedroom, grabbing some clothes, and going to the bathroom.

As you let the water wash over your body, moments from the night before start coming back.

You remember sitting on the couch all together as you ate your pizza, with your legs draped over Harry's. You remember giggling during the entire movie. Of course, you now remember singing and dancing around with that damn whisk.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself, washing the conditioner out of your hair. As you turn off the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel, you gasp.

You remember something else. You remember that you tried to kiss Harry.

"No! Fuck! No!" You groan, keeping as quiet as possible.

And then you also remember that he pulled away.

"Oh my god. Y/N, you idiot!"

You get dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts over your swimsuit, throwing your hair back in a low bun.

You stop at your door, extremely nervous to walk out there and face Harry, embarrassed about your actions last night.

[He rejected you. Of course he did, you dummy]

You take a deep breath and head back out to the kitchen. You hear a bit of clanking around, and as you turn the corner, you see Harry making breakfast. Or brunch, rather.

"Smells so good." You state, taking in the scent of the delicious food he has prepared.

"Thought I'd make some hangover food that I know you like."

"Oh?" You reply.

"Breakfast burritos!" He grins.

You giggle. "That's perfect."

He puts one on a plate and places it in front of you. "How're you feeling now?"

"The shower definitely helped." You take a bite and then look directly at him. "Some embarrassing memories came flooding back though."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Definitely remember the singing and dancing now."

He grins.

"And, just, like the movie and stuff." You gulp. "Did I do any other stupid things I should know about?"

He looks down at his burrito and then back up at you.

[Shit. He remembers…]

"No. You didn't do anything stupid." He gives you a smirk and then takes a bite of his food.

You exhale. "Oh good."

[Good! Maybe he doesn't remember]

He clears his throat. "I, uh, saw everyone outside on the beach. Wanna go down there?"

You smile and nod. "Okay."

You grab your sunglasses as he goes to change. You take some breaths to calm down your nerves, but they only come right back as Harry walks back out.

He's got on a dark blue button up, with literally no buttons done, completely open and showing all of his tattoos.

[Holy fuck]

He has on white swim shorts and a sunglasses sitting on top of those gorgeous locks.

[Well, if you were drunk right now you would definitely be attempting to kiss him…]

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhmm."

He motions for you to lead the way and you both head out of the door, down the patio steps, and right onto the beach.

You drop your towel, put your sunglasses on, and jog over to your friends.

"Hey pretty lady. How do you feel?" Natalie asks.

"Good… what about you?"

"The night is a blur but I feel fine." She replies, causing you to glare at her apparent lack of a hangover.

"Hey, love! We need another player! Wanna join." Louis asks.

"For what?"

"Volleyball! We had to makeshift a net and shit but it works."

You look over at Harry, who is sitting on his towel, with his knees pulled towards him, reading a book.

[Maybe this will take your mind off of the stupid drunken stunt you tried to pull last night]

"I'm not gonna turn down an opportunity to kick your ass!" You joke.

"You're on my team, you little shit!" Louis exclaims.

"Oh." You bend over laughing.

He shakes his head and you walk over with him to the volleyball court they've seemed to have made.

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

If Harry thought he couldn't love you more, he was wrong. And it's killing him.

Watching you laugh, hitting the ball around, and joking with all your friends… it's bringing him so much joy, and yet so much pain.

He thinks about how you tried to kiss him last night. He so badly wanted your lips on his, but he knew you were drunk, and didn't want you to regret anything in the morning. He didn't want to pull away, at all, but he knew he had to.

You don't seem to remember it anyway. You didn't bring it up in the list of memories that came to you in the shower. He feels as if that proves it would've just been a drunken mistake for you.

He wasn't lying when he said you didn't do anything stupid. It wasn't stupid to him. But it's hard to not want to kiss you right now, so he will just sit and watch from afar, so that he doesn't do anything stupid himself.

He's got his book, but he can't seem to keep focused on it. Whenever he hears you laugh, he looks over. He misses hearing that sound every day.

He sighs and lays back on the towel, covering his eyes with his arms.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down his heartbeat when he hears a shuffling near him. He opens his eyes and looks to the side.

"You don't want to join in on the fun?" Natalie asks, reaching around into her small bag.

"I'm having fun…" he replies.

"I can sit out if you wanna play…"

He props himself up on his elbow and looks over to you, sighing when he hears you laugh again.

Natalie drops down to sit by her bag, but looks over to him.

"Harry…"

"Yeah?" He looks over to her.

"Please talk to her."

"What?"

She sighs. "You're going to be miserable until you do."

"Why the hell do you care, Nat? You hate me." He scoffs.

"Honestly, I don't know why I care." She shrugs. "But… I don't hate you. I just hate what you did."

"I hate it too."

"So why not just talk to her?" She asks, brow furrowed out of confusion.

"She…" he looks over to you, seeing you laugh while you bump into Louis as you both run for the ball. "She deserves everything good."

"Okay?"

"And I already failed." He sighs.

Natalie brings her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but everybody makes mistakes, Harry. And… I know you love her…"

"I'll settle for friendship. I still want to be in her life, I'll take what I can get."

"But you love her, Harry!" Natalie shouts, looking to the group to see if anyone heard.

"She deserves more."

Natalie smiles as she finds her phone in her bag and stands up. "Well, figure it the fuck out, because both of you are annoying the hell out of me!"

"Both?"

"Okay, party pooper. Come join in if you want to play." And Natalie runs off to rejoin the group.

~~~~~

Heather, Heidi, and Charlotte went inside after some short time in the water. Hunter soon followed.

The rest of you finish your game of volleyball and decide to head into the water to cool off. The others are already in just their swimsuits, but you run back to your towel to take off your top layers.

As you get to your towel, and kneel down, you try to peek under Harry's arms to see if he's awake.

"Hey!" You whisper.

You see a small smirk form and he moves his arms to look over at you.

"Hello…"

"We're going in the water. You should come."

"I don't know…" He replies.

You grunt. "Boo." You pull your tank top over your head and remove your shorts. All you have left on is your black bikini with a white patterned trim. You stand up, putting your hands on your hips.

"Okay you big snooze. I'll see you back here." You walk off to the water and just as you reach the shoreline, you feel a warm presence next to you.

At your side stands Harry, looking down at you as he twists his hair up into a bun. You both look at the ocean for a moment.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" You ask.

He doesn't reply, so you look over to him and find him staring out at the water too. Your eyes roll over his perfect jawline and glistening green eyes.

He takes a few steps into the water and looks back at you with a mischievous look. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in.

"Come on ya big snooze!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

He lets go of your wrist as you both wade in further to join your friends, getting about waist deep.

You talk about the night before and the next leg of the tour, before Niall and Louis decide to go back so they can find the local pub they heard about.

Natalie and Levi mention they are going back in too, leaving you and Harry alone in the ocean. You both wade in just a little deeper, so that the water is right under your chest.

"Does it make us lame, or fun, that we've stayed out here?" You chuckle.

"Definitely fun. I'm here!" Harry replies.

"Oh right, I forgot, you're the king of partying." You chuckle as you roll your eyes, remembering how many times he chose to stay at the hotel rather than go out.

[But maybe that was because of you]

"There's someone who could take that title." He chuckles.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"The champ of 'Tequila Pong' and new lead singer of Journey."

Your mouth drops open and you splash water in his face. He cups his hands to splash you back.

"Don't. You. Dare." You warn him.

"Or what?" He smirks.

"Yeah… I've got no leverage here… but you're a nice guy…" you pout.

"Hmmm… okay…" he frowns, but pulls his hands away. "You're lucky I like ya."

You subtly gasp.

[It feels so good, and so sad, to hear him say it, even just casually like that]

Your thoughts are broken up as you hear shouting from the shore.

"Can you even understand what Nat is saying?" You ask.

"Something about… drinks… soon…?" Harry squints, like he is trying to read her lips.

"Okay…" you yell to her, seeing her run back to the house, and you turn back to Harry.

"Should we go in?" You ask.

He looks at you, letting out the mildest grunt, before looking back out into the sea.

"M'gonna stay out here a little longer. I like the quiet." He replies.

You just look at him, admiring every beautiful feature of his face, and the pensive look he has displayed on it.

You two have a little conversation about vacations with your families, and then float on your backs for a little while, just enjoying the peace as the sky gets darker.

Suddenly, something hits both of your faces and you open your eyes.

"Is it fucking raining? In July?" He asks, frowning as some raindrops hit his face.

"Let's go in." You giggle, starting to wade back to shore.

As you get about thigh level, you lose your footing for a second and Harry grabs your waist to keep you steady. You instinctively place your hands on his, then stop walking and stand up straighter.

"Good?" He asks.

"Yeah." You let out, as breathy as an answer could be. You clear your throat and let go of his hands, as he lets go of your hips, but then he reaches down for the hand closest to his and walks in front to lead the rest of the way in. Your heart starts thumping and you're thankful that the noise of the ocean is drowning it out.

[Can you have a heart attack from being so overwhelmed by someone? Shit.]

You get to your stuff, and grab it all, running back to the house as heavier raindrops fall down on the both of you.

You compose yourselves on the patio, drying off and wiping the sand off your legs.

You look up to see Harry looking down at you, a smile on his face and almost a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" You smile back.

He shakes his head, keeping his smile. "Nothing."

You stand up straight and unintentionally scoot closer. "Come on. What?"

You can feel his breath on your face now and see him look down at your lips, pushing out a strong exhale which touches your face instantly. Your breathing immediately speeds up.

He shrugs. "M'just having a good time."

You bite your lower lip. "Me too."

[Get it together Y/N… he's a big flirt. That's all. He rejected your kiss, remember?]

You can feel yourself start to blush, so you open the door, and as you look inside you realize that no one else is in the house.

"Where'd everyone go?" Harry asks, walking in right behind you.

"They can't all be in bed, right?"

You both walk through the house, checking all the rooms, and realize that the two of you are the only ones there.

You pull out your phone from your little bundle of clothing and call Natalie.

"Nat, where the hell are you guys?"

"Umm… the bar…"

"What?"

"I told you that!"

"When?"

"When you were in the water with Harry."

[Oh my god, that's what she was yelling about]

"Shit!"

"You said okay…"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Hmmm… I don't know… order dinner?... have a drink?... actually talk to each other about your feelings?..."

"You sneaky bitch."

"What?"

"This was on purpose?"

"Umm… (Niall, she's onto us!)... No!"

"Niall too? You guys suck."

"Have fun! Bye!"

"No, Na-"

You look down at your phone to see that she has hung up, and you growl.

"So where is everyone?" Harry asks.

"They all went to the fucking bar."

"Oh really?" He chuckles. "Well, umm, want to order food?"

You shrug, dropping your phone on the kitchen counter. "Sure. I'm gonna take a shower first."

You take a quick shower, so you don't get lost in your thoughts too much, and put on some cloth shorts, a t-shirt, and an oversized sweater.

You shuffle out to the living room and Harry stands up, looking at his phone.

"Is Chinese okay? That's the closest thing."

"That sounds really good." You reply.

He hands his phone to you so you can add your order in the app, handing it back when you're done. He chuckles. "I should've known you'd pick the orange chicken."

You roll your eyes, as he puts in the order. "M'gonna take a quick shower too."

You make your way to the couch as he heads down the hallway. You grab the remote and scroll through the movies. By the time you've picked something to watch, he's already walking back out.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and you take a quick glance. You wonder how he has the ability to wear a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants and still look sexy as hell.

"So what're we watching?"

"Interstellar?"

"Love Christopher Nolan. Good choice."

The food arrives and you play the movie while you eat.

"Want a drink?" He asks, after clearing your plates.

"Yes please! Just a ru-"

"Rum and coke?"

You can't help but giggle. "Yes please."

He comes back over and hands your drink to you. He sits back down, and you notice that he is a bit closer to you now. Tingles start shooting through your body, and you wish you could just run your hand through this long, brown curly hair.

You start to feel warm so you remove your sweater, tugging down on your t-shirt so it doesn't cling on and come off too.

Harry chuckles as he looks down and points to your Rolling Stones top. "Is that why Ryan thought you were cheating with me?"

"What? How did y-... No, he never knew this was yours." You reply.

"He was a dickhead for even accusing you."

You drop your head. "It was probably the most hurtful thing he said."

"Oh. Umm… I'm sorry he brought me up and made it awkward or whatever."

"No, not because of you. The cheating part. He knows what happened with my parents so he knows I'd never do that." You frown at the reminder of Ryan's accusation.

"Oh! I'm sorry he did that. Like I said, a dickhead."

You nod, still frowning and looking down.

"He cheated on my mom." You blurt out quietly.

"What?" Harry scoots closer to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"My father. He cheated on my mom."

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." He replies.

It's silent for a moment, and he runs his hand through his hair.

"Y/N…"

"Yeah?"

"You said what I did to you was like what your father did to your mom." He states.

"I…" you stutter.

"But I would have never cheated on you."

You let out a big sigh, still looking down. "I know. That's… that's not why I said it."

"Oh? Umm, what was it then?"

"We don't need to talk about this, Harry."

"I'd like to know if that's okay?"

You let out a big sigh. "When he left, he walked out making sure she knew that he found someone he thought was better. He actually told her that she wasn't good enough. Who does that? Who does that to someone they once loved? He made her feel like nothing. Like she was nothing, and meant nothing." You pause to clear your throat a bit. "He told me and Sam that it had nothing to do with us, that he loved us and would always be there for us… but he never called. Not once. And so we felt like nothing to him too."

You start to tear up. "Not one fucking call!"

"Y/N… I'm so sorry."

"She cried for months. She was convinced she hadn't been good enough, like he said. That if she had done something differently, he wouldn't have wanted to find someone else. Someone he said was better."

"Y/N-"

"I told myself I was never going to let anyone make me feel that way. I never wanted someone to know me so deeply, to tell me they love me, and then throw me away. So, I focused on school and closed myself off. Even to friends. Natalie was the only person who got me to really open up and let someone in, until-" you sigh and quickly glance at him before looking down again. "Until I met you."

You wipe the tears that are now trickling down your face.

"Shit." He whispers.

"When… I mean… I told you how I felt about the night of the SNL after party…"

"And I'm still so sorry."

You shake your head. "You don't need to be, I forgave you. But…"

He winces.

"But when you…" you close your eyes and whimper, letting more tears flow down your face. "When you broke up with me, because you didn't want photos of me taken with you, it opened up the wound that my father had left. I felt like I wasn't good enough again."

You hear Harry start to sniffle, and when you look up to him, you see tears slowly trickling down his face too.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't good enough. Ever."

You sigh.

"I was nervous." He adds.

"What?"

"I didn't want people making up tons of bullshit about you and it hurting you."

"Harry… kids talked about me and my family a lot when my dad left. I have thick skin. I don't care what people say."

"I was also terrified. I was so scared that you'd be overwhelmed by all the bullshit I have to go through. That it would all be too much."

You shook her head. "I told you it wasn't…"

"I know. But… I've heard that before, from people I didn't care about nearly as much as I love… loved… you. And it hurt back then with them, so I was selfishly protecting myself from that. I knew it would hurt way more if that happened with you."

"I wouldn't have done that. I love… loved… you. I wouldn't have done that."

"Maybe I was also like you too." He states, turning his gaze up to your eyes and widening his slightly as he sees you looking right back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I… I think it would've hurt me that much, yes because I loved you, but also because… you were the only one to treat me as 'Harry', and not 'Harry Styles from One Direction'. Besides my family, you know me better than anyone. Probably even more than the guys." He clears his throat again, looking away and wiping a tear from his cheek.

"I was terrified that I had opened up to you that much and it wouldn't… it wouldn't have been enough for you to stay if you got overwhelmed."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

"You didn't. I guess I was protecting myself from getting to that point."

"Harry…"

He runs his hand through his hair and frowns.

"It wasn't fair to you. I was just scared."

You sigh. "Me too."

You both sit in silence again, both staring at your own hands and fidgeting with your own fingers.

"I don't want you to hate me." He admits.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. "I don't hate you! We're friends now, right?"

"Y/N, I don't know if I can do that. I still lov-"

"Please. Don't."

"Yeah. Sorry." He exhales. "Watching you this weekend… was torture."

"Huh?"

"You were so… playful, and happy, and free. And having so much fun. We never got to be like that, especially not in public. It's been too hard not to feel guilty about that. And… It's been too hard to not want that now. I still want to be with you. Probably now more than ever."

Your heart flutters as intensely as ever.

[You want that. You do want that]

You find yourself giving a single nod, and when you look up at him, he smiles, taking a look at your lips.

He leans in and your heart races. You can feel his warmth, and his breath, and your lips slowly get closer.

He rests his forehead against yours and you both breathe heavily.

[You want that. But you're still worried]

"I-..." You stutter, pulling away slightly. "I don't know if I can do it, again. Another time. I'm still too scared. I mean, you dated and broke up with a supermodel. I am far from that!"

"That's kind of the point." He smirks.

You look back down at your hands. "I don't know. I've still got those scars, even though you don't always see them. I don't show emotions."

"I'm sorry."

You shake your head. "But…"

You look up, seeing a hopefulness shimmering in his eyes, which makes you smile.

"I'm scared. If and when I do open up, the memories… and the pain gets too hard. But…"

He shifts in his seat.

"I didn't feel any of it when I was with you." You clear your throat. "I think that's why I'm scared. I'm scared of letting my guard down again and getting hurt again."

"I want you to know that you're enough for me, Y/N. I want to show you."

"Harry, you don't need t-"

"Yes I do! You need to know how good you are. How perfect you are to me." He replies.

An urge ignites inside you and you lean towards him, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He exhales, smiling against your lips, but then pulls away.

"Give me ten chances to prove it to you."

"Ten?" You exclaim. "That seems a bit excessive…"

He frowns. "How about three?"

"I don't know, Harry."

"Please?" He pleads.

You giggle. "You're not gonna let me argue this, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Three chances and…" he gulps. " Then you can ignore me forever if you want."

"I wouldn't do that. But alright." You smile and lean in closer to him again but he stops you.

"I want to wait. Is that okay? I want you to see the proof first."

You smile even bigger and nod. There's not an ounce of disappointment from rejection, only excitement and feeling… cherished.

[You feel cherished, even more than before]

"But we can cuddle while we finish the movie… if you want…"

You lean against his side as he places his arm around your shoulders.

"We are never gonna hear the end of it from Natalie and Niall, ya know." You state.

"What?"

"Apparently, they set this whole thing up. To leave us alone. To get us to talk."

"Hmmm…" He chuckles. "I suppose I should thank them but I hate giving them the satisfaction."

"Yeah, but I'll give them this win. Feels worth it so far." You look up and wink at him.

He leans down and kisses your forehead. "Last one… for now, I hope."

~~~~~

July 10th, 2015

:harry: can i have chance #2 today?

:you: harry…

:you: you sent me almost the entire inventory of a bakery and a florist

:harry: you gave me 3 chances

:harry: no arguing

:you: fine :)

:harry: meet us at the studio at 4pm

~~~~~

You show up to the studio, fidgeting with your fingers as you walk down the hallway.

[What could this 'chance' possibly be?]

You walk in to see the guys already in the recording room, and your eyes immediately fall onto Harry. He instantly sees you too and gives you the biggest grin.

Julian turns around. "Hello again Y/N!"

"Hi!". You walk up closer to the sound board. "What are they working on?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He chuckles.

"Worth it though?"

"Oh yeah!" He laughs. "It's called 'Hey Angel'. Super creative. It's in the lyrics."

You chuckle. "Awesome!"

"They're almost done with it. Take a seat if you'd like." You sit in the chair that he has pulled up next to him, and listen as Louis sings out.

(Hey Angel)

Yeah I see you at the bar

At the edge of my bed

Back seat of my car

In the back of my head

I come alive when I hear your voice

It's a beautiful sound

It's a beautiful noise

You look back over to Harry who is wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You shake your and listen as they finish up the song.

"Alright guys. That sounded good." He presses some buttons and this time they just stay in the recording room.

"Hey, Superstar!" Niall waves, grinning widely.

Louis and Liam also wave and you reciprocate the gesture, noticing that they are all smiling very widely.

"Okay. Umm… let's go ahead and do Harry's song now." Julia states.

Harry lets out a big breath and looks at the rest of the guys as he nods. "Ready?" He asks them.

His eyes lock onto yours.

"This is number two." He states, as the first chords start to play.

(If I Could Fly)

If I could fly

I'd be coming right back home to you

I think I might

Give up everything just ask me to

Instantly your heart starts racing. You can't seem to keep his gaze, while Liam sings his part next, shooting your eyes over to each of the guys before coming back to Harry.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

[Holy shit]

For your eyes only

[It's the song he sang to you at his house, on his birthday]

I've got scars

Even though they can't always be seen

And pain gets hard

But now you're here and I don't feel a thing

Your breathing gets rapid now, as you realize that Louis is singing the words that you had said to Harry at the beach house.

Pay attention I hope that you listen

'Cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenseless

Tears start sliding down your cheeks, and you do your best to wipe them away without making a scene.

While they repeat the chorus, you cross your arms around your waist, hoping to keep your body from shaking uncontrollably.

I can feel your heart inside mine

I feel it, I feel it

I've been going out of my mind

I feel it, I feel it

Know that I'm just wasting time

And I

Hope that you don't run from me

Even through your tears, you can hear their voices get softer.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The music intensifies and so do their voices. As they all start to belt out the chorus again, your tears turn to sobbing.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

For your eyes only

The others quiet down and you do your best to look up at Harry again, barely making out that he is still staring right at you, finishing the song.

For your eyes only

You feel so weak that you stumble over to the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest and burying your face between them.

You can hear the recording room door open, but can't muster up the energy or nerve to look up. Then you hear Julian's chair move, the studio door close, and some footsteps getting closer.

Someone sits down next to you, rubbing their hands up and down the sides of your legs.

"Y/N…" Harry whispers.

You can only manage out a whimper.

"Y/N… can you please look at me?" He asks.

You sniffle as many tears, and maybe some snot, as you can and raise your head. It's just the two of you now.

"Hi." He grins.

"Har-..." You stutter. "I…" you clear your throat. "I'm…" you sigh and drop your gaze again.

"Do you see how much you mean to me?" He asks, scooting closer and lifting your chin with one hand.

You blink out some tears and look at him again.

"I…" He lets out a deep breath and smiles. "I'll do absolutely anything for you. You think you're not good enough? You are everything to me, Sunshine."

You whimper hearing your nickname leave his lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else, Y/N. I tried and I couldn't. I want to be with you. I want it so fucking badly, it hurts. And that's such a stupid, cliche rom-com thing to say, but it's true."

All you can do is close your eyes to clear some more tears, and it is silent until you look back up at Harry.

"I lov-"

"No, don't." You put your fingers up to his mouth to stop him, and you see a bit of panic in his eyes. "Not yet."

He lets out another deep breath. "Yet?"

You lower your head and bite your lower lip. "Just… not yet."

He shifts in his seat and his breathing starts to quicken, trying to hold back a smile. "Yet?"

"I…" you clear your throat. "I don't want to be with anyone else either."

Harry pulls you in so quickly that you don't have a chance to think before your lips are locked together and you're melting at his touch. You drop your knees and his upper body moves over yours as you sit back against the armrest of the couch.

You feel something hit your cheek, and as you pull back to look at Harry, you see him wipe away a tear.

"Shit. M'sorry." He frowns.

You shake your head. "Don't be."

You wipe your own tear away and bite your lip, then pull him in again to get another kiss. A much deeper kiss.

The door suddenly creaks open and you look over to see Niall's head peek in.

"It worked guys!" He exclaims, joining in with the cheers you can hear coming from behind him.

"Of bloody course it's Niall." Harry utters.

You laugh and you bring your hands down to cover your face.

"You sneaky little shits." You giggle.

"Umm… you're welcome, love." Louis states.

"Thank you, Tommo…" you reply, shaking your head.

"Alright, alright. Love you darling, but we've got work to do boys." Liam instructs, giving you a wink.

Harry grins and shakes his head before leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"You'll stay, right?" He asks, as he sits back up on the couch.

You bite your lip as you sit up too, leaning over and grabbing his face to give him one last kiss.

"Yes, H. I'm staying."

He gets up and starts to walk away, but you remember something.

"Wait, what was chance number three gonna be?"

He turns back around to face you and a huge smirk appears on his face.

"I'm still going to do it, but you'll need to wait."

~~~~~

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LET ME LOVE YOU~ gracewritesfics

A Park Jimin fanfiction (available on Wattpad~ gracewritesfics)

Genre~ college romance, soft, fluff.

Chapter 1 (word count -1113)

Third person POV;

The rust coloured leaves fell slowly and lulled on the ground. but the laziest of the mornings felt like a hustle bustle at the uni.

People sat or stood in groups and chatted, laughed and gossiped. A black Porsche drove into the campus and everyone's eyes turned to it.

As it pulled over the parking space everyone continued with their chatters but only this time it was about a certain someone, who, the next moment got out of the car and locked the door behind.

He walked across the campus, in his Levi's, a garden medley shade of sweater and gucci shoes with a little heel.  five eight plus some inches of pure beauty.

Most men were handsome but Park Jimin was beautiful, carved by Aphrodite herself. He was one of the finest guy on the campus, so most girls started acting up as they saw him.

"Oh, damn sorry, I wasn't looking," a girl apologized after she had intentionally bumped into him, walking like she was several shots down.

"It's okay," Jimin replied with a curve on his lips, a smile that could make someone melt like a burning wax candle. Despite being the popular, rich guy, he was the sweetest.

"Heyo!" he gave a hi five to his best friend, Jungkook as he sat opposite to him. "sup bro?" Jungkook asked.

"All good, where's Jen?"  questioned Jimin. "She went to the cafeteria to get some coffee," Jungkook told. "Oh, classic Jen, she can't do morning lectures without a coffee" Jimin chuckled.

Jungkook, Jimin and Jennie were a trio. They were best friends since middle school. The J cube or the three musketeers. They've been friends for a long time.  

All the girls in college thought that one of the guys were probably dating Jennie but that was pure bullshit because they were just platonic friends.  

"Guys it's nine five, class starts in ten minutes," Jennie reminded them as she came back with her coffee. "Yeah let's go!"  It took a while to reach the classroom upstairs from the ground. 

They walked together talking about stuff. They always made plans together, to go to cafes, or lunch, or travel. Jennie loved to keep up with the gossip so she always filled in.

It had only been a week in uni, so they did not know much people there and they sticked together most of the time. Also, they were kinda opposite of each other;

Jimin was way too friendly and sweet, most girls mistook his kindness and thought that he liked them. He was a flirt though, he could swoon anyone over his smile and words, but he could never break a heart.

Jennie was crazy. She was a heartbreaker, not literally though. But she was full of life, she recklessly dated guys, made mistakes, saying that these are the years to have the most fun. Well, right now, she was single, cause she broke up with her old boyfriend from high school.

Jungkook did not date, anymore. He once dated a girl in junior high school,  she broke his heart. He was exhausted, because  when he loved, he loved unconditionally, passionately and madly and no one deserved that. Especially not the girls who threw themselves on him just cause he was popular and hot. So he was not into dating as of now. 

Walking up the stairs, Jennie was ahead of them both and she had to turn again and again to talk. She walked ahead with her face turned backwards when she bumped into someone and almost tripped but he caught her hand. All the books and pages, files, scattered on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "u-uh yeah I'm fine," she replied, her eyes not moving away from his. "I'm sorry," he said and bent down to pick up all the scattered stuff. "Aniyo, it was my fault, I wasn't watching." "It's cool." he smiled.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and smirked. Something cooked here and they knew already.

When both were done picking up their stuff Jennie held out a hand and greeted, "I'm Jennie btw, and you?"

"I'm Taehyung, nice to meet you!" they both shook their hands.

"I thought we had a class" Jungkook interrupted. "oh..oh, yeah, will see you around then!" she told Taehyung and they went separate ways. 

"Will see you around then...hmm" jungkook imitated her in a comic way to tease her.. She just showed a middle finger.  

"We must tell the poor boy to stay beware, right Jimin?!" Jungkook teased. "Yeah we should," Jimin laughed. "seriously Jimmy? You too?" Jennie gave an eye roll.

With their banter they got into the class.  The seats were full by the time they reached, after a little quarrel, Jungkook and Jennie sat together in the last rows, and Jimin sat next to a girl who was sitting alone in a corner seat in the last looking out of the window. Even when he sat there, she didn't notice.

Jimin was quiet, he did not want to take her out of the world she was lost in and disturb her.

The professor entered the class and began teaching. She watched him for a while and acted like she was taking notes like everyone else in the class but she was rather sketching.

Jimin looked at it for a while trying to figure it out. She drew a girl in the woods, with flowers adorned in her hair, it was a work of art during a business class. 

Jimin couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, which she noticed and turned the page to hide the sketch but what for? 'Cause he already saw it.

When the professor was gone, he turned his face to her slightly. "Can i borrow your notes?" He asked.

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. obviously she knew he was teasing cause she made no notes, she was just drawing.

"They were very informative." He smiled.

"Are you making fun of me?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Nope, not at all. I think it was a work of art," he emphasized the last three words.

"You're kidding me." she said.

"No, really, you're good at it, it's a compliment!"

"Thanks, I'll take it." She replied.

"I'm Jimin, by the way, Park Jimin."

"I'm Grace Song."

"That's a beautiful name!" He smiled.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"Hey, man, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry!" Jungkook called Jimin from the other seat.

"Yeah, and I need more coffee!" Jennie said.

Jimin got up and went with them and had no chance of taking a look back at Grace, and got busy in her conversations with his friends.

[ohmytomorrowisthursday]

Until I Fall Part Six

Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader.

Eventual romance but this is a slow burn, definitely angsty and darker. It will also focus a lot on Hange, Erwin and the original scouts. Eren and the 104th training corps will be around but I’m focusing on the older characters in here. Your self insert name is ‘Azeria Becker’ pronouns She/Her/Hers. Using a name because don’t like using ‘y/n’.  

Cannon universe. I wrote this for myself but I hope that you enjoy it, too lol <3

As you stood in front of Levi on that final day, you couldnt help but remember every last moment of your time in the scouts. How had you gone from that scrawny young rookie trying to fight titans to Erwin’s right-hand soldier who overthrew the government and was about to charge to your death? It was never fair, you’d never get enough time together. Standing before him, his eyes full of the sadness of the truth, it hurt too much to say Goodbye, don’t forget me. I’ll love you forever, so instead you said the only word that you could manage to speak; Survive.

cw: imagine literally every awful/gory thing that happens in SNK. Death, violence and gore. Drinking, sex.

You can find all chapters here.

When Levi first met you in the woods that day, he was glad to have something to focus on after a long winter of trying to numb out Isabella and Furlan. It was the one wound that never seemed to heal, no matter how hard he tried. When he was outside of the gates, he always caught himself wanting to talk to the two of them about how vast the forests seemed, and how no matter how far they wandered from the walls, the edge of the world never came. When he'd make his kills that same spiteful anger filled him the way it did when he saw his two friends bodies lying in the field. And the worst of it; when he finally had any moment of peace away from the fighting, the soldiers, the work; any time he'd lay down the grief seemed to drown him. There was no escaping this nightmare, and every sleepless night filled him with pain and heartache that never seemed to dissipate.

So, when he did meet you it felt like something that could fill the void; something that could help keep him away from thinking about any of it. At first, he didn't think much of you. You were just a rookie and it showed; you lacked the quick pace it would take to get anything done, but you were determined and honest. Levi had grown up in the biggest human shithole on earth. You needed to know when you looked in someones eyes if they were honest or if they were about to pull a fast one on you. When he looked into yours, he knew you were an honest person. It reminded him of Furlan.

You picked up fast. It seemed like every day he was having to work harder to push you, and he actually started enjoying it. He wasn't sleeping anyways, so  training at least gave him an excuse as to why he was up in the earliest hours of the morning. You were funny, too. Sarcastic, blunt and he found it amusing when you'd get frustrated; your hair all messy from flying in the trees and your cheeks rosy with exhaustion, cursing at him and ready to try again. Soon, he found himself looking forward to his early mornings with you. He couldn't ever truly admit it to himself though; Any day now we'll be off on another expedition, and who knows if she'll be alive in a month. There was no point in making new friends, especially if they were inexperienced in fighting titans and could die any day.

Just as he suspected, Shadis was planning another expedition outside the walls. Erwin was relaying the plan to the squad. It was still early in the days of the smoke signal guns that he had been developing for the squad and he wanted to use them on this upcoming expedition.

"How will these smoke signals do anything but waste time that could be spent on killing the scum?" Levi asked. It didn't matter to him whether they used the guns or not; he'd kill them all just as he had in every expedition prior. He just hated the idea that others might get hurt if they lose precious seconds on something that wasn't guaranteed to work.

"It will work so that those who aren't as fast as you can be prepared to strike at any second. I believe that this will give us the chance to save lives," Erwin assured. He was always so sure, and Levi couldn't figure out why.

Erwin scanned Levi's face, seeing that he was still dissatisfied. "I assure you that this will give even the worst scout a higher chance of survival than before. At worst, it doesn't affect our performance as a squad at all. At best, we increase our ability to kill titans and spare lives. I'm willing to make that gamble."

Tch. Erwin wasn't going to back down.

"Fine," Levi reluctantly replied, "I'll try it"

Later at dinner, Erwin joined him. Levi could tell that something was on his mind; the air was always different.

"I'm surprised the Commander wants to go on another expedition already. Look at all of these soldiers, they just got their strength back after losing so many and here we are throwing them to the wolves once more."

Levi  scoffed, "It's wouldn't be my idea if I were him. But I'm sure those morons in the interior are pushing for results."

"Not surprising in the slightest," Erwin replied, "The king want's that land. Can you imagine how much more food we can grow if we can claim even a little of that space out there?"

"I'm sure we still wouldn't see a drop of it. All that's produced will just be brought back to the interior so they can get fatter and lazier than they already are." Levi sipped his tea, saddened that it was already starting to cool.

"Are you ready to go out there again?" Erwin asked. Levi almost laughed, "Hey, don't humour me, of course I am. I just don't know about the rest of them."

Erwin paused. "I've noticed that you've been training early in the morning?"

Ah, so that's what he wanted to talk about. It felt like both a question and a statement, and it somehow made Levi feel annoyed to be asked about it.

"I have been." He finally answered. Erwin had an amused look on his face, like he already knew the answer to ever question he hadn't asked yet.

"With who?"

Why do you fucking care, Levi thought.

"New recruit. She asked me to help her practice maneuvering with ODM gear," Why did Levi feel so embarrassed and annoyed answering Erwin? Levi's brows furrowed and he felt like he wanted to disappear. Why did he care so much about Erwin asking about you? He could feel Erwin's face becoming more amused. Shut the fuck up, he thought.

"Which recruit?" Erwin asked. His tone didn't seem to care too much but Levi could see in his eyes that Erwin was curious.

"Azeria Becker. First expedition was the last and she had two assists" Levi tried to make any sound of emotion in his voice disappear.

"Not bad for a first expedition," Erwin remarked, "Is she any good?"

"She graduated at the top of the trainees. She's quite skilled with the ODM gear, but she can hesitate in making decisions." Levi sipped his tea. It was cold now.

Erwin's eyes focused on the soldiers sitting across the room, "She sounds like someone who would benefit from the signal gun system. I want her to join us on the next expedition. If a new recruit can work the new system, it will be proof to me that the guns can benefit the scouts," He looked at Levi, "And if the system is ineffective, she will be in the hands of the best squad in the corps."

Levi's first thought was NO. It was too important of a squad, and even if you were good, he wasn't confident that you wouldn't get hurt. That would mean he'd be distracted worrying about you. On the other hand, he couldn't imagine a safer place than on Erwin's squad. There was no way anything would happen on Erwin's watch, he didn't make gambles lightly. He almost liked gambling just to spite Levi and finally say, "I told you so" once the dust had settled. It was an impossible choice, but the look in Erwins eyes said trust me, and so he did.

"Fine," Levi was trying to hide all of the emotion in his voice, "I'm warning you now, though, that brat is mouthy."

Erwin let out a laugh.

Shit Azeria, why you? Why now? Levi rolled his eyes.

part seven

[hot-hellboy]

An Omega's Heat - A Percico Fanfic (Part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

3rd Person POV 

 Nico woke up with the worst cramps ever. His head was pounding, his stomach was aching and all he wanted to do was curl up into a tighter ball than he already was in and maybe try to go back to sleep.  He and Percy had fallen asleep in his nest after Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales finished and now he was awake but his boyfriend was still asleep. Usually Nico was the last one to get up but every time his heat came around he always woke up earlier for some reason.

  Nico glared at Percy while he was fast asleep. How come alphas didn't have to suffer like this? How come he got to sleep in while Nico was wide awake, in pain, and exhausted? He didn't think anything about the situation was fair. Not fair at all.   Nico knew there was no use giving Percy the death stare, especially since he wasn't even awake yet, but he couldn't help the fact that he was annoyed. It felt like someone was poking his insides with a dozen sharp knives and that was surely bound to make someone a little prickly.   It didn't help the fact that Percy was snoring quietly, obviously showing he was in a deep sleep while Nico was trying to hold it together for the time being.    Every time he closed his eyes it felt like the cramps got worse, so he just decided to stay awake until Percy got up. Luckily, Nico didn't have to wait very long before the alpha next to him rubbed his eyes and opened them. 

  "Good morning, baby."

  Percy said and he was about to reach over to give Nico his morning cuddle, but the small omega hissed and turned the other way.

  "Nico? Did I do something wrong?"

  He asked, concerned. 

  "No. Why don't you just go back to your peaceful little sleep while I'm busy dying over here."

  It didn't matter how dramatic Nico sounded. He was in pain and Percy couldn't do anything about it, so of course he was going to be snappish. 

  "Uh...I wasn't really planning on going back to sleep now that I'm kind of up already. But is there something I can do to help?"

  He asked, clearly confused as to why Nico was giving him the cold shoulder. Literally. 

  "There's...Not really anything...You can do."

  Nico was barely able to get the words out as another agonizing wave of pain washed over him.    Percy didn't say anything else but instead got out of the nest and got a hot shower going for Nico when he was ready to come out. He really couldn't be annoyed with the omega, no matter how frustrated he was with him. Nico wasn't happy at the moment so Percy wanted to fix it.  Nico's sensitive ears heard the shower running and he had to admit, it was hard to stay mad at Percy when he was clearly trying to make it up to him. After contemplating for a moment, Nico dragged himself out of his nest and half crawled-half hobbled his way over to the bathroom and got in the shower with Percy.

  The alpha gave him a nice massage once they were both inside the shower, and Nico couldn't stop the little purr that escaped him. He knew Percy felt some satisfaction just hearing that from him but he wisely stayed quiet and instead focused on washing him and Nico's hair and bodies.     He moaned as Percy made him spread his thighs and he rubbed his pink hole and worked the soap into it. 

  "I know how much you like that."

  He growled with one hand wrapped around the base of Nico's throat while the omega supported himself against the wall. Damn, Percy really knew how to fix his attitude when he was being bitchy.   He slipped a little bit of his thumb inside Nico and moved it around a little before pulling out and rinsing him off. Nico reciprocated by in turn washing Percy's muscular body, and running his small hands all over his ripped arms and chest. 

  Once they were done, the two of them got out of the shower and Nico slipped on Percy's warm oversized knit sweater paired with some lounge pants and his boyfriend was dressed rather similarly in comfort wear.   For breakfast, it was pretty much the same as yesterday with Percy going to the pavilion to pick something up for both of them and they ate at Nico's cabin.   Breakfast was a short affair and Nico couldn't wait to climb back inside his nest and stay there for a couple hours. He helped clean up and afterwards got into his nest and laid down inside of it.

  "Do you want me to join you or do you need some alone time? I totally understand if you need some space, Nico."

  Percy said and Nico made a small sound that hopefully let Percy know that it was okay to join him. Talking at the moment was a little difficult, especially with how bad his cramps were getting again. But Nico could ignore them for a while now that Percy was with him and allowed him to rest his head on his lap.     He started purring again as his alpha whispered soothing things to him and told him how pretty he was and how much he loved him. Although he was in a great deal of pain, he still found happiness in having Percy close to him and he enjoyed his boyfriend's warmth. 

  "Percy?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I love you."

  He heard a deep loving rumble low in Percy's throat as he played with Nico's hair.

  "I love you too. So very much. Do you need anything, by the way?"

  The alpha asked him. Nico was about to say 'no' until he remember how nice it felt to be held and massaged back in the shower.

  "Touch me and keep telling me I'm beautiful."

  He said and Percy chuckled a little.

  "As you wish."

  He stopped playing with Nico's hair momentarily and rested his hand on Nico's tummy.

  "Show me where it hurts the most."

  He said and Nico squirmed under his touch but moved his hand upwards on his belly and slightly to the right.

  "Ugh, there."

  He grunted and Percy gently pressed his hand down on that same spot Nico showed him. It hurt a lot at first, but Nico eventually relaxed as Percy persistently massaged all the places where he was hurting while simultaneously telling him sweet things.    His cramps eventually died down after a while and Nico felt himself drifting off to sleep as he listened to Percy's steady breathing. 

  "Get some rest, omega. You need it."

  He said and nuzzled Nico's cheek. Percy was getting kind of tired as well and he just decided to curl up beside the boy and go to sleep.

The

   End.

[ami-acts]

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present. THE MARAUDER'S MAP" 

Remus Lupin by @siriusfirstchocolatesecond Peter Pettigrew by @the-ginger-magician Sirius Black by @bringblackback James Potter by @olivandersdaughter Marauder’s Map handmade by @siriusfirstchocolatesecond Taken at MISTI-Con 2019 by me (IG: @ami_shoots)

[sugamamacustard]

Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

-

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

[songbookff]

Can you write fluffy kyalin and “Find me again.”, please?

A light breeze ruffled the curtains hanging in the window. Birds were chirping outside with the morning sun. It was a beautiful day...which was something that Lin didn't often take in enough.

She had to leave today. Vacations were rare for her and it was time to get back to Republic City. However, for once, she wasn't ready to return home. And it was due to the woman still sleeping in her bed.

This wasn't how she had planned for her vacation to go. And Lin always stuck to her plans. But a chance meeting with an old friend at a bar on her first night in town had ended with an invitation to go exploring the next day.

And to Lin's surprise, she had fun. It had been years since she had spent proper time with Kya. The waterbender apparently visited this island twice a year and was extremely knowledgeable about the surrounding area. Lin got to see more of the island than she had originally thought possible and it was beautiful.

After a long day of adventuring, they went to dinner as friends. And the next morning, woke up as something else. Lin had no idea how it happened. Even Kya had seem slightly hesitant the next morning. There had been no alcohol to blame - just a mutual attraction and desire. But both agreed there was no regret.

After breakfast, Kya had provided Lin with an opportunity to continue her vacation alone, which was generous of her. However, Lin was practical in all matters and didn't see the point in pretending the night before hadn't happened, especially because she had enjoyed it so much.

So they spent the next three days and nights together: as friends and lovers. Lin felt light; as if she didn't have to worry about the world for a few days. Kya made her smile and laugh. It was like she had reconnected with a person she thought she had lost: both figuratively and literally.

Now she had to leave it all behind. There was no kidding herself. Lin had no thoughts of pursuing whatever this was further. It was impractical to believe anything could come of it. But the memory would be enough.

They had spoke over lunch yesterday about how they could cherish this week but it wasn't worth the trouble of trying to make a relationship work between them. After all, some things were best left on vacation. There was no telling when they would even be in the same part of the world again.

So she left the window and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her fingers gently tangled in Kya's soft grey hair for a moment before she leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I have a boat to catch."

Kya hummed softly, then opened her eyes with a smile. Her voice was soft as she murmured, "Duty calls."

"It always does." Lin leaned down for one last kiss. The kiss didn't linger...just enough to say goodbye. And then Lin stood up, grabbed her bags, and headed for the door.

As she pulled the door open, she paused. Looking back over her shoulder, she took in the view of a relaxed Kya, her bare shoulders peaking out beneath the sheets. It was a sight Lin would like to see again.

And so, before she lost her nerve, she boldly said, "Find me again?"

Kya blinked back in confusion for a second, before a broad smile spread across her face. Blue eyes shined back at Lin as she replied, "Of course. You're well worth finding."

And so Lin left her vacation (and new lover) behind, but not without the hope of finding herself back in Kya's arms again.

[himitsu-luna]

Headcanon

♡˖⑅ Jaehyun as your husband ⑅˖♡

- warnings : mentions of drinking and getting tipsy

Getting married is something Jaehyun doesn't take lightly. If he decides he is getting married, it's because he gave a lot of thought on it.

It was a big decision for him, especially because it involved your happiness, because it involved you. And also because it involved you, he was completely sure he wanted to do it.

He was pretty relaxed at your wedding day, but when you exchanged rings, he looked at you, shining bright in front of him, and he realized the real meaning of the ceremony. Your bond was already strong, but he could feel it getting even more solid and sturdy. You were officially a family, and this thought hit him unexpectedly hard.

Making things short, he wasn't expecting crying, but that's exactly what he did.

Jaehyun is that super chill husband, that doesn't express his feelings in super extravagant manners, but that watches over you and takes care of you in a subtle way.

He may not say "I love you" out loud for everyone to hear, but he says it in your ear as many times as you want, and he means it everytime.

He may not be always hugging you or squeezing you, but his hands are always comfortably holding yours. He may not buy you the most expensive jewelry, but he buys you that warm scarf on your favorite color for you to go out on cold days.

He may be a little bit shy at expressing his love to you, but he is certainly not shy at all when he is bragging about you to others. Everyone envies him, because he seems the luckiest person in the world.

Sometimes he does pull some nice romantic surprises for you. He likes to plan mini events, some nice dinners, something special involving things and places that are important for the two of you.

He always asks about your day, and he is such a great listener. Also, he gives great feedback, and life gets much lighter after talking to him.

Throughout the day, he sends you pictures of everything he finds interesting. A cute dog? Picture. A burguer shaped cloud? Picture. Doyoung and Haechan fighting? Picture (or even a video, if he manages to sneakily capture one)

You two are actually a really dynamic pair. You can act like children, running around the house while laughing, eating snacks all day long, playing rock paper scissors to decide who will do the dishes. Then like a very old couple, complaining about the weather, giving massages to each other because your back hurt, taking quick naps after lunch. Then like a couple in honeymoon, all lovey dovey, cuddling, snuggling and shamelesly sending flying kisses to each other.

You have some sort of telepathy. When you have to go to some social gathering or event, you have a whole conversation just with stares. "Do you want to leave?", his eyes ask you. "Yes, please!!", you respond with a blink.

He likes to take you to random night walks. Walking by the river, playing a basketball match in an empty court, buying drinks at some convenience store are things you like to do together, to relax a bit.

Also, movie nights and series marathons are frequent. You two can be the biggest nerds. You watch an entire series in one night and can't stop talking about it until you get to watch something else.

And while watching things together, it doesn't matter if you have a giant couch available for five people to sit comfortably. He always insists for you to sit on his lap so he can have you closer while you feed him popcorn.

Jaehyun likes wine, and sometimes he drinks a little. And tipsy Jaehyun is the cutest thing ever. The tip of his ears and nose get red, and he can't stop smiling and touching his face, saying it's hot. And then he touches your face and says you're the most beautiful person on Earth. But then he says that he can't say you're the most beautiful person in the universe, because maybe some alien is even more beautiful than you. But then he says "Nevermind, you're definetely the most beautiful", and then proceeds to pass out from sleep.

He has a morning ritual. He wakes up, kisses you, he dozes off a little bit, kisses you again, prepares his coffee, goes wherever you are, kisses you, drinks his coffee and spaces out until he is finally fully awaken.

Your family just loves him. When you visit your family, you notice that the entire neighborhood somehow knows Jaehyun and cheerfully greets him. That's because your family bragged about him to everybody of the street. "Oh myy, he really looks like a prince!!", random people say, admiring your husband.

Your house is simple, and it's incredible how it has a sophisticated and cool look, but also is so cozy and inviting.

There's always some nice groove music playing at your house, and it's commom finding you two slow dancing in the middle of the kitchen.

He tries his best to help in the kitchen, but it's better let the fragile cups and plates away from him. He is not that delicate, he once literally broke a bow just by placing it into the table.

Jaehyun is someone who hates conflicts, so you don't fight easily. But when he gets in a bad mood, he becomes very quiet and avoidant, and maybe overthinks. In most of the times, you are the one who starts a conversation so you can solve things. It doesn't take much for him to break his shell though, and start spitting his thoughts. Things always end up well, with an honest "I love you".

Overall, Jaehyun is a husband who sincerely values the connection and intimacy of your marriage. He tries his best to be the best for you. Life is interesting and easy with him, because you two can be yourselves with each other.

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[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 9)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7) (chapter 8)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: smut (semi-public fingering, specifically), angst... I think that's it

After your impromptu motorcycle drive you stayed out all night; exploring the empty city, ducking into dive bars if they were still open, dancing in the streets to music only the two of you could hear.

The city was so eerily empty at night, nothing like a metropolitan complex like London. But it was less creepy and more peaceful, especially when you were walking with Sebastian hand-in-hand along the cobblestone path. He started to swing your hand as you walked and it made you laugh.

“Teach me more Romanian words, please,” you requested, looking at him and struggling to fight your smile. “Română?”

“Eu voi,” he nodded, looking around and pointing to the ground. “Stradă.”

“Stradă... we call it the street,” you answered. “Or road. Road?” you prompted.

“Road,” he repeated.

“Good! Your pronunciation isn’t too bad either,” you grinned.

“Copac,” he announced as he pointed to a tree.

“Copac,” you repeated. “In English, it’s tree.”

“Tree,” he smiled. “Engleza este o prostie.”

He suddenly pulled you into him and spun you around in a twirl, making you laugh. “Dans,” he said as he stepped his feet in time with yours. “A dansa.”

“Yeah, dancing,” you smiled. “I haven’t danced in years, you know, except for tonight.”

He surprised you with a sudden kiss that was unexpectedly chaste, just a press of his lips on yours that either lasted longer than it normally would or just slowed time for a moment. “Sărut,” he whispered when he pulled back.

”Sărut,” you repeated.

“Aș putea să te sărut ore în șir. Ai cele mai perfecte buze,” he breathed, running his thumb over your bottom lip which had gone slack just from listening to him talk.

Your fingers trailed down over the portion of his chest exposed by his unbuttoned collar. “I didn’t know I could feel this way about somebody,” you admitted aloud to yourself. “I wish I could stay…”

His hands lifted your face to look up at him. “Nu face asta. Nu te mai ascunde în gândurile tale. Fi cu mine.”

“Sărut?” you requested, making him grin.

“Da, iubirea mea,” he cooed as he leaned in and kissed you again, smiling into it.

You really hadn't even liked kissing all that much before you met him… you just hadn't seen the appeal beyond warming up to more exciting activities, but now? This was all the excitement you needed; you could kiss him for hours and never get bored.

That said, apparently Sebastian had exciting plans of his own, because you found yourself being backed up against a brick wall, his hands exploring your body— subtle at first, just rubbing your arms and gripping your waist, but then it got less ambiguous as you felt his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, just barely grazing over your stomach.

His touch trailed higher, nearly reaching your breast but stopping just before: you didn't mean to whine impatiently, but you heard it muffled against his lips and felt him chuckle lightly, breaking the kiss and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Atât de nevoiași," he hummed, nibbling on your earlobe as your thighs clenched together much too strongly when he'd barely touched you.

You clutched at his shirt, watching as his hand moved down to the top of your pants, the tips of his fingers just barely breaching past the fabric and starting to slide down.

"Here?" you gasped, finally remembering you were in public though you hadn't seen another person out here since you left the bar.

His hand moved lower down and your stomach fluttered with the forbidden nature of it all, feeling like a rebellious high schooler fooling around behind the movie theater when you both had curfew in ten minutes. But then he found your clit right away and it was nothing like high school.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, shuddering and pushing your hips up to silently beg for more. He rubbed circles over your bud and smiled against your neck, already making it a struggle for you to stay quiet.

“Un alt cuvânt pe care ar trebui să-l știi,” he whispered, the pitch of his voice making it clear he was saying something beautifully filthy, “este dracu. Vreau să te dracu.”

“Seba, please,” you sighed.

"Dar nu cred că o pot face aici," he added with a soft laugh.

Two fingers suddenly pushed into you and didn't seem to struggle with it at all since he already had you soaked, curling into a tender spot inside you right away.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Yes?” he repeated with a smirk.

“Yes,” you said it again, “fuck yes.”

“Fuck,” he laughed, the word that was so familiar to you almost sounding foreign when he said it. “Spui asta mult. Cred că asta înseamnă că vei veni.”

“Your fingers feel so good,” you moaned, barely enough air in your lungs to get the words out. "Please… please don't stop…"

He kissed you again, open-mouthed and desperate as you both breathed heavily, his tongue sliding against yours as if to taste your moans. Hoping to stay upright now that your knees felt a little wobbly, you slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. That, in turn, led to you feeling the hard outline of his cock pressing against your thigh and you nearly melted right there, wishing you could feel him inside you now but figuring it probably wasn't worth the risk of being arrested for indecent exposure.

By now he knew you like the back of his hand, it seemed, because you were already throttling full speed ahead toward the edge, shocks of heat jumping up your spine each time he curled his fingers inside you.

"I— I'm gonna—" you stammered through your warning. He nodded, moving his fingers faster as you bit your lip a little too hard.

Just when you thought you couldn't help but cry out he kissed you one more time, rough and hungry, and muffled the sounds of you reaching your peak literally by his hand.

Everything that had twisted and snapped all at once began to soothe as you sighed and pushed his hand away slowly, feeling your walls spasm one more time when he slipped his fingers out and slid them right over your clit.

He pulled his hand out of your pants and brought his fingers to your lips; you dutifully cleaned them off for him, watching his lips twitch into a brief snarl when you took his fingers down your throat.

"Vom termina asta mai târziu," he promised darkly as he pulled you off of the wall and spun you around, and you wanted to return the favor but he stopped your hand from sliding up his thigh. "Mai târziu," he insisted, instead guiding you around the block and back to where his bike was parked.

Hopping on the back again as he started it up, you relished the change to cling onto his back tightly. He drove you through the empty streets, over sprawling hills and through stone archways, but just as you noticed this wasn’t the way to get back to the farmhouse, he slowed down and turned into a place to park.

“Why are you pulling over?” you asked, furrowing your brow as he parked the bike and motioned for you to get off with him. “Where are we going?”

“Ai incredere in mine,” he smiled as he took your helmet off for you and kissed you again, quickly, taking your hand and guiding you down a secluded path. You followed him down a few strange alleys, under clotheslines and sconces that started to dim with the oncoming morning light. Finally, he navigated you around a turn, through a tight gap, and out of nowhere you were on an overlook; one that gave you the perfect view of the sun beginning to rise over the city. “Wow,” you whispered, watching enraptured as soft yellow light overtook everything, the village and the woods in the distance beginning to come to life.

“Vremuri de genul ăsta mă fac să-mi fie dor de casă,” he sighed, before looking at you again from where he leaned on his elbows over the stone railing. “Îți faci mai ușor. Nu mai sunt singur.”

“This place is so beautiful, I’ve never lived anywhere like this before,” you admitted. “Maybe it’s just that it’s different that makes me like it so much… I guess I could say the same about you.”

Your eyes met his again, and the way he looked at you… it was like he saw right through you. Honestly, it was a bit terrifying. You'd never been so vulnerable to someone. You liked it more than you expected.

But it still scared you.

"Haide, hai să mergem acasă," he smiled as he stood upright again and took your hand.

"Let's get back to the house," you decided, but he was already leading you back to the bike where you rode through the countryside one more time, doing your best to memorize it all while you still had the chance.

You found tears in your eyes, though you didn’t remember crying, as you typed the final page of your manuscript.

It was a first draft, nothing close to a completed novel, but you were on your way to jumpstarting your career again. The only problem? You couldn’t have a career here. You couldn’t be published while living here, you couldn’t even edit this thing properly without a computer and you didn’t even have one here.

You needed to go home.

It killed you to realize that this was not a sustainable system: you living here— Hungary or Mrs. Alberti’s lakehouse— and falling in love with a near-stranger.

Sure, it was good for what it needed to be; he reminded you what it was like to be cherished and cared for, maybe you helped him break some dry spell (although you couldn’t imagine that this guy was anything but drowning in pussy all the time, but whatever). Regardless, it couldn’t last. It wasn’t meant to be anything other than… whatever it was meant to be.

You flipped through the pages of what you’d written already, admiring the journey that you saw on the paper— not just that of the characters, but your own as well. You could feel the weakness in your own voice in that first chapter, as if your hurt was right there painted on the page with the ink-pressed letters. You could remember shakily typing these words, hoping they would distract you from the fears and memories that plagued your mind.

A few chapters in, you could see the hope and optimism that built with the action of the story. You could feel your own love mirrored in the way you wrote your story, it was painfully powerful.

It brought a sense of closure, in a way; it gave you a chance to appreciate everything you’d learned from this, even if you knew you couldn’t take it with you into the next chapter. But this love didn’t feel like a subplot, it didn’t feel like a stepping stone onto the next adventure— it felt like what you’d been looking for your whole life. Maybe that’s just how it feels to be in the ‘honeymoon phase’ or whatever it’s called; maybe it’ll fade soon, with time and distance.

That was what you silently prayed for as you packed everything, folded your clothes, checked the nightstand drawers for those random trinkets they seemed to accrue. Funny how packing to leave this place took you longer than it did to throw your stuff together when you left Michael, and you’d been living there for years.

Then again, you'd known Michael so much longer than you'd known Sebastian, and yet it was Seba that meant so much to you now.

You weren’t sure what would be more difficult: leaving him, or knowing that you could never hope to explain everything in a way he would understand. You considered writing a letter and hoping that he would come upon a Romanian to English dictionary— but with everything you wanted to say, that would take him hours. After all that, would he find your words worth it? Or would he see it all as one last chore from a peculiar fling?

You were pretty sure he didn’t see it as a fling. But maybe he would understand that it was best left as a very unique rebound.

You left your room just to go get some coffee (or maybe something a little stronger, if it was available) and jumped when you saw Sebastian in the hall, causing you to quickly close the door behind you. “I didn’t expect to see you upstairs,” you greeted.

“Obținerea cearșafurilor curate,” he explained as he opened the door to the linen closet and pulled out some bedsheets.

“Oh, yeah, those could probably use a change,” you mumbled as you realized he may not have washed them since the last time you stayed in his bed.

“Vrei și tu câteva?” he asked, pointing towards your door and holding up the sheets.

“Oh, uh, I don’t need any more sheets,” you shook your head, “but thank you…”

His face curled into a mischievous grin. “Poate că trebuie să murdărim acele foi,” he purred as he set the linens down and stepped closer to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Seba,” you mumbled, but he must not have heard the hesitance in your voice as he leaned in and kissed your neck, making you sigh a little. He hummed contentedly and lightly bit your ear, and you were almost ready to just let him do it and procrastinate this conversation a little longer, but you had to sigh and push him back.

“Esti bine?” he asked, voice heavy with concern, as he straightened up and examined your face.

“Sebastian…” you started with a sigh, the words you’d been anxiously mulling over all night suddenly abandoning you. “What happened between us meant so much to me,” you continued slowly, “but the fact of the matter is, my first marriage isn’t even over yet. I mean, it’s over, but… I’m not really in a place where I can… start a new relationship…”

He looked back at you, that same blankness of incomprehension you were so used to painting his expression, and yet it was somber; he seemed to sense the tone, even if he was losing out on the specific ideas.

“It’s not fair to either of us, really,” you sighed. “I’m still mourning my marriage— and you were a really important part of that for me. So, thank you.”

You realized you needed to express your gratitude more thoroughly. Thinking quickly, you reached for his hand and opened it, placing his palm to your chest. He looked at you, a little confused.

“Thank you,” you repeated, looking him right in the eye.

He nodded slightly.

“Someday, somebody is gonna love you the way you need— the way you deserve,” you told him, stopping briefly to bite your lip in hopes it would stop quivering. “God, I wish it could be me. But it can’t.”

He held your face and kissed you, and much to your dismay it didn’t feel like a goodbye kiss. It didn’t feel like he knew this was the end. “Nu plânge,” he whispered. “Te iubesc.”

He kissed you again and you let yourself get lost in it like a complete fucking idiot, melting into his arms as he opened your bedroom door and pulled you inside with him. For a moment, it was like any other time, like any other perfect kiss with him, but then he pulled back and looked around and you had to watch his eyes as he realized. You had to watch his face as his smile fell away and his hope turned to despondence.

The whole room was packed. Heavy trunks on the bed, the sheets already stripped so Mrs. Alberti could wash them. Everything that made it feel like your room was gone, and it was just a guest room again, feeling bigger and emptier than ever.

All that was left was the typewriter on the table, because you still couldn't lift it.

“O să pleci,” he gasped, stepping back and releasing you from his embrace. “Chiar mă părăsești.”

You knew that look he was wearing on his face; beyond heartbreak— betrayal. You were all too familiar with it. “I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, “I would stay if I could, but I can’t, can I?”

A car horn honked outside, making you wince.

“That’s my ride,” you mumbled. “I have to go…”

You started to reach for your trunks and for a moment you thought that was really it. “Nu te duce,” he interjected suddenly, grabbing at your wrist and turning you to face him.

“I’m sorry— I have to leave—” you rushed, trying to grab your bags again.

“Nu te duce,” he repeated again desperately, pulling you close, cradling your face in his hands.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” you pleaded as your eyes began to water.

“Stay,” he begged, and you didn’t know that he knew that word. A tear fell; you wished he didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I can’t.”

You stood up on your tiptoes to try to kiss him one last time, but he grimaced and pushed you away.

“Să trăieşti,” he said quickly, bitterly, as he stormed out of the room.

“Sebastian, wait—!”

But he was already running down the stairs; you heard the sound of the back door slamming a moment after he was out of sight, and another honk of the horn outside reminded you that you didn’t have time to chase after him. This wasn’t how you wanted it to end— really, you didn’t want it to end at all, and maybe if it had to (which it did) then this was as good a way as any. But you hated to leave like this when the last thing you wanted was to hurt him.

Defiantly wiping the tears from your face, you lifted the first of your trunks and made your way down the stairs, bringing them to the front door where the driver of the cab was waiting to carry them the rest of the way for you.

“Could you go upstairs and get my typewriter for me?” you asked him. “I can’t carry it well myself.”

He nodded and did as he was told, another small but painful reminder of your first day here. Mrs. Alberti came around the bend wearing a knitted shawl and a bittersweet smile.

“I hope you didn’t plan to go without saying goodbye,” she teased you.

“Of course not,” you smiled, “goodbye Mrs. Alberti.”

“I didn’t mean to me, dear,” she explained, making your heart twist.

“I don’t think he wants to hear it from me,” you admitted awkwardly. “I don’t think he can, literally.”

She just sighed and looked away, just as the driver loaded the last of your things into the trunk.

“So, this is it then,” you shrugged as you turned to face her.

“I doubt that,” she smiled. “It’s not a goodbye, sweetheart, just a ‘see you later.’”

“Sure,” you agreed, knowing she was wrong. You couldn’t come back here; you couldn’t leave him twice.

The driver shut the trunk and got back into the driver’s seat, leaving you to stare up at the house and take one last moment to soak it all in.

“You be sure to call me when your book is a big hit!” Mrs. Alberti instructed with a grin.

You were too choked up to say anything back, so you just waved and nodded as you got in the car and took a deep breath. “To the train station, please,” you mumbled to the driver, covering your eyes with your hand as you felt the car reverse and turn onto the road. You couldn't open them, or you’d look back, and you couldn’t look back.

Since your eyes were closed, you had no way to know that Sebastian chased after the car for nearly a block, giving up at the turn of the road, falling into the gravel and laying there for a while, repeating that one English word he couldn’t get out of his head: stay.

[stormblessed95]

hey i am not a tkk but just confused, in teh butter km leaning together photo, why would bh allow it? esp. with the situation and moreover why would km do that when they know it to, that theyshould not in teh country for safety ? doen that not just perpetuate fanservice or they are just supporting it? will that make them not real but why would they do that when they should be doing teh opposite? sometimes jm feels like he is acting or he really is like that with his mannerisms or expressions ?

Well you certainly SOUND like a tkkr

Queer people exist in conservative and homophobic countries too by the way

This one is for you too

Also you are out here using the term fanservice and using it incorrectly. Educate yourself a little bit on what fanservice ACTUALLY is first. Fanservice is also generally used to get attention. Something BTS does not need. They get attention for existing at this point. Literally they make themselves a cup of coffee and end up on the news for it. They don't need fanservice. Saying KM hugging is fanservice. Good lord. Grow up. Why would BH allow it as if they are puppets and like their CEO didn't support an openly queer artist and bought him heels to dance in. Stop believing everything you read on the internet without looking into it yourself.

"Jimin feels like he is acting" that's jimin anti rhetoric, especially because you are using it in reference to his behavior with JK. JK who btw is also in that photo pulling him in even closer with his arm around him. It takes two to tango, or hug for a photo.

You don't have to think Jikook are dating, but you do have to respect their friendship and bond for what it is. Which includes not calling parts of it fake.

[beneathstarryskies]

I sincerely loved that Madara SFW post (even though I wasn't the one who requested it) 🥰🥰 I'm really just... curious about either Itachi's or Indra's SFW habits 👀 would it be possible to have that alphabet post on either one (of your choice, of course!) Thank you so muuuuch!!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Itachi is very affectionate in private, but not so much in public. In public he will always hold your hand, and soothe his thumb along your knuckles. That’s as far as it goes though, he’ll be a blushing mess if you kiss him in public. When you’re together at home, he will kiss you sweetly every chance he gets. He always wants to have his hands on you somehow. Itachi loves playing with your hair and nuzzling into it to (discreetly) sniff you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Itachi would be a very good best friend, but he’s definitely the best friend who won’t admit that’s what’s going on. He acts like it’s just a coincidence that he’s always the first person to offer support when you need help or that he wants to hang out a lot. He’ll get a bit embarrassed when someone points out the closeness between you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

There’s nothing he loves more than holding you in his arms. He’s not even picky about the position. He will just pull you as close as he can in whatever position is comfy for you both, usually hooking his legs around your to keep you close.

He prefers to be the big spoon because he likes to feel protective of you. However, at times he wants to be held close. He’ll curl up against your chest, and might accidentally let out a purring sound if you start playing with his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Itachi loves the idea of settling down, and certainly daydreams about it a lot. He’s just not super invested in the idea, because he doesn’t see why anyone would want to settle down with him with his past. That being said, he’d make an excellent husband. He cooks and cleans, and is very good at it. Most of the time he’ll take care of all the chores without you asking, and if you express feeling guilty he’ll give some vague reply like “it’s the least I could do.”

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Itachi is at his core a very kind man, but he’s also pragmatic. He’ll break things off as smoothly as possible, going above and beyond to spare your feelings. He doesn’t want you to despair too much over him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Itachi has no issue at all with commitment. He is more than open to being with you for the rest of his life, but he would keep those feelings close to his chest. Itachi would want to play it safe, especially at first. He’d likely have those strong feelings for you very early on (because nobody simps like an Uchiha.)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Itachi is extremely gentle with you, especially physically. Sometimes when he reaches out to touch you, it’s as though he’s scared you’ll break or disappear like a mirage. He gets better with this as you become more comfortable with your relationship, but he’s always going to maintain a certain tenderness.

Emotionally, he’s similarly careful in how he handles you. Although at times when he tries to offer advice, he can come off as harsh. He’ll always make sure you know these aren’t his intentions. Usually he is right in his advice.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Itachi gives very warm, intimate hugs. One hand will rest on your lower back while the other is between your shoulders. His face will nuzzle against you. You can literally feel him just relax in your arms. He loves hugs, and wants them a lot.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s going to want to say it very quickly, but he’ll keep it to himself for a long time. Definitely Itachi would develop a deep love for you very quickly. He’s gonna wait for you to say it first, most likely.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Itachi isn’t a very jealous person. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t trust you implicitly. Sometimes if he feels insecure, it can present itself as jealousy. He’ll get to thinking about how you deserve someone with less emotional baggage, and then maybe see you with a friend and it just burns him up inside. As soon as you look at him and your eyes light up with love and adoration, he’ll forget all about it though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Itachi is a very slow, precise, but very passionate kisser. Every kiss on your mouth is an attempt to channel all of his feelings for you through the gesture. He is very prone to kissing you anywhere his lips can reach. His favorite place to kiss you (besides your lips) is your forehead or temple. Just a sweet kiss to remind you that he’s there for you always. When holding his hand, he’ll often lift your hand to kiss your hand, sometimes even taking the time to kiss each of your fingertips.

Itachi likes being kissed anywhere. He’s just so grateful for your love, but is also a little bit needy. He wants to be peppered in kisses everywhere. His lips, his whole face, chest, hands, all of it. He just craves affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

A little awkward at first, but he warms up pretty quickly. He is very careful with children and treats them with a lot of gentleness. He doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes he made with Sasuke.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Itachi is always going to be awake first. If it’s not too early in the morning, he’ll usually curl himself into you for some lazy snuggles. He’ll wake you up by peppering soft kisses on your face.

If he wakes up very early (maybe because of a nightmare) he’ll usually sneak away. He’ll have coffee and breakfast ready for you when he wakes up. The two of you will talk over breakfast, sometimes he’ll tell you about what has him up so early. Usually, he prefers to listen to you talk about what your plans are for the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Itachi adores quiet nights with you. He’s happy just to be around you even if you’re both doing your own things. He likes to lay on the sofa with his head in your lap while he reads, and your fingers twirl through his hair while you either read along with him or watch television.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It will take Itachi a while to reveal things about himself. He wants to know he can trust you completely before he begins opening up to you. That being said he will take his time revealing things to you. Preferring to open up a little at a time so as to not bog you down with too much at once.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s not very easily angered, especially not with you. Itachi is more likely to pull the whole “not mad, but disappointed.” If he is angry with you, he does tend to fall into the silent treatment. Not so much as a way to punish you, rather to avoid saying things he might regret.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Itachi remembers everything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you kissed him. It was sort of out of the blue. When you pulled away your cheeks were so flushed and your eyes were blown so wide while you stammered out an apology. He just pulls you back in for another kiss, because he finally knew that you cared for him as much as he did you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective, and would die for you without question. However, he doesn’t want you protecting him. He would never allow you to put yourself in harm’s way for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put a lot of effort into planning out romantic dates to celebrate special occasions. He will be as extravagant as possible for every single date, anniversary, and birthday. But Itachi is also in it for everyday things as well. You truly are partners in life.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Itachi’s worst habit is drawing into himself when he feels overwhelmed or depressed. He’ll pull away from you and isolate himself. Sometimes even recoiling if you try to reach out. He requires a lot of patience and understanding with this.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not overly vain about anything except his hair. He takes very good care of it, and is very proud of how healthy it is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. Itachi felt so hopeless before you came into his life. The thought of losing you is enough to drive him insane.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Itachi is a wonderful cook, and loves to prepare meals for you. He also sees it as a way of taking care of you, and he is very nurturing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Itachi likes things being clean and tidy. He wouldn’t like the house being overly messy. He will happily help you keep things clean if you’re not good at it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Itachi has terrible sleep habits. He often will go long periods without sleep to avoid his nightmares, and then when he does finally sleep he just crashes anywhere out of exhaustion. You’ve found him a lot on the couch or even sitting at the kitchen table with his head down.

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K. ~ Fred Weasley

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Notes - Hi! So this is my own entry to my writing challenge. I found this song literally yesterday and after listening to the lyrics I had to use it. Originally I was going to use the song Dear True Love by Sleeping At Last but when I heard this I had to write it. So yeah, I hope you enjoy it as mich as I do! Please leave some nice feedback, I’m a slut for validation.

Warnings - A few hot moments, though no actual smut.

Word count - 4.2k.

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I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back

We were sitting down in a restaurant waiting for the check

~

Fred couldn't really distinguish the line that was drawn between when he was friends with Y/N and when he first started liking her. They had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts; himself, George, and her. They were inseparable. The three did everything together, and the only time they really were apart was when they had to head off into their separate dormitories for the night. As they got older, Fred started to view her as more of a friend. Though if someone was to ask him when he started feeling that way, he couldn't give an answer. Fondness turned into adoration, friendliness turned into flirtatiousness, and friendship turned into a crush. Though Fred never did anything about it throughout his schooling years. He thought she didn't like him in that way, and whilst being bound in the agonising friend-zone hurt him, he respected her decision and just wanted to get happy.

Though, there was still never a day where he looked at her and didn't think she was beautiful. There was never a day when he didn't want to gather her in his arms and never let go of her. There was never a day where he didn't want to pull her closer by the belt-loops on her trousers and kiss her until they were breathless. Sometimes George teased him about how whipped he was, though instead of getting offended he just agreed. He most definitely was whipped, but he loved it.

When the twins had left Hogwarts to start up their shop, Y/N had remained at the school to finish off her year and complete her exams. And whilst the twins - but mostly Fred - missed her horribly for those months - on the day after the summer she'd finished school before, she turned up at the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, asking for a job. And since that point on, it was like they were at school again. They were inseparable. And Fred was more in love with her than ever before.

Though he had never felt more in love with her than he did one early Sunday morning. The shop was closed for some maintenance that was being done, so whilst George was snoozing in his apartment, Fred and Y/N had gone out for breakfast at a muggle café in London. They had already eaten all of their food and were waiting for the check so that they could leave. In that moment Y/N was laughing at something that Fred had said, and he just looked over at her with such adoration and love, only one thought going through his mind.

"I bloody love this woman."

~

We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached

But I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then

~

Fred could remember the night before that morning so clearly. He couldn't get it out of his head, the way she looked in his bed, clothes discarded over the bedroom floor and her hair splayed out over his pillow, whispering his name breathily as she pulled him impossibly closer. He would die a happy man if that was his last thought. She was just so beautiful, simply the thought of it made butterflies swirl in his stomach and a fond smile to sweep across his lips.

The night before hadn't been planned. At first she had just been coming over Fred's place for dinner as George was busy on his own date with Angelina, though the atmosphere between them was so different that night. Y/N kept shifting in her seat the whole dinner, and whenever they made eye contact, it was intense. Intense in a way that it had never been before. He couldn't remember what he had said to her, but after the dinner was over she flung herself at him mid-conversation and kissed him with a passion that he didn't realise she had.

"Please." She had whined through the kiss, both of them stumbling through the hallway towards Fred's bedroom. "Just tonight, Freddie. No strings attached."

And whilst the promise of no strings attached stung a little, the attraction and lust that had filled him in that moment was undeniable.

"Freddie?" 

Fred looked back up and across the table at Y/N, pulling himself out of the love-driven trance that he had found himself in. When he met her gaze he pulled a half-smile onto his lips when looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, and seeing the way she was looking at him.

Oh.

She was looking at him the same way he looked at her multiple times a day. With such a fondness that his heart started racing in his chest and his palms became sweaty. 

She liked him back.

~

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

~

Fred groaned as he rolled over in the bed and stretched his arm out for his lover, though felt nothing but pillows and the quilt, and not the beautiful girl who belonged there. He pat around the space another few times, just to make sure her frame really wasn't there, before pouting as he flipped over to lay on his back.

"Darling!" He groaned, and didn't miss the distinct giggle across the room from his lover. "Come back, I miss you too much. I can hear my heart breaking more and more with every moment that you're away."

"Stop being so dramatic, I'm just lighting a candle." She scoffed fondly, followed by the click of a lighter being lit.

"You left me to light a bloody candle?" Fred sat up and had to squint his eyes to see her in the dimly lit room. When he spotted her, stood on the other side of the room by their dresser with a now-lit candle, he couldn't help but smile despite the false annoyance he was trying to portray. She was stood there in just her underwear, her hair messy and a bit knotted, but to him she looked perfect. She caught his gaze across the room and sent him a wink, before shrugging her shoulders at his previously spoken statement.

"Hey, they smell nice. This is the one that reminds me of your mum's house." She explained with a soft smile as she put the lighter away in the top drawer of their dresser.

"Why? Because it's in an orange jar?" Fred joked with a small entertained smirk when he watched her roll her eyes.

"No." She giggled. "It smells like cinnamon, like her cooking whenever we go to visit them." 

Fred watched as she approached the bed with the candle in her hand, and waited until she had put it down on their bedside table before he smirked and moved his arms around her waist, tugging her into the bed.

"Fred!" She squealed, laughing once he had rolled them so he was leaning over her, his legs bracketing hers as his hands moved down to her waist to start tickling her. She only laughed harder, the noise making him smile fondly as he kept running his fingers across her ribs, pushing away her hands that made a futile attempt at getting him to stop. He kept at it until he could see that she was running out of breath, despite still laughing loudly. In one fluid movement he caught each of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head against the pillow, his other hand resting on her hip, his thumb brushing along the waistband of her underwear.

"I hate you." She groaned, a slight giggle in her words at the ghosting of his tickles. 

"No you dont." Fred smirked, looking down at her with a shit-eating grin. "You love me."

"Yeah, I guess I do." She sighed dramatically, just giggling when Fred had rolled his eyes at her dramatics.

"You guess?" Fred raised an eyebrow at her before lowering his head to her neck, leaving light kisses along the already marked skin. He felt her hands wiggle in his grip, though he kept her wrists pressed into the pillows.

"Mhm." She hummed, another quiet giggle leaving her lips. 

Fred just smirked against her neck before tilting his head a little, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the base of her throat instead. He felt an especially smug feeling wash over him when he heard her breath catch in her throat once he'd lightly sucked on the exposed skin there, her hands wriggling again.

"Still guess so?" He asked smugly against her neck, being answered with a quiet whine instead of a sarcastic remark.

"Freddie." She whined, pulling against his hand. "Stop being such a tease."

Fred only chuckled, pulling back from her neck to lift his head and meet her lips with his instead, breathing in her exhale once she had sighed into his mouth. "Sorry, love." He muttered, releasing her wrists to rest his hands on her hips, feeling her's immediately find a place in his fiery locks. "Can't help myself."

~

And on the Lower East Side you're dancing with me now

And I'm taking pictures of you with flowers on the wall

~

One of her favourite things to do was dance. She danced all the time; when she was working, when she was cooking, when she was getting changed. She was always in such a good mood, it was astonishing to him that one person could hold so much happiness in them. Which was why it was so obvious to Fred when she was in a bad mood. She became very quiet, and almost drained.

Fred noticed this when he came home from work on one of the days she had off, and noticed her sat on the sofa with their cat Percy (Fred thought that naming their cat after his older brother was an absolutely hilarious idea, especially since Percy hated cats) still in her pyjamas, which was odd because even if she wasn't going anywhere she would still get dressed for the day.

She greeted him when he had come home, looking over at him as he took his shoes off with a small smile, and Fred could definitely tell that something was wrong when the smile didn't quite meet her eyes as it usually did.

"Hey, love." Fred said softly as he walked into the room, moving to crouch in front of her and gently took her hands. "Are you alright?"

Y/N sighed, shrugging as she looked down at their hands. "I had an argument with my mum this morning when she called. And we just never really argue a lot, so it kind of upset me a bit."

Fred frowned and let go of her hands to wrap his arms around her waist, standing with her so they could hug properly. "I'm sorry, darling." He said softly, leaving a kiss against her hairline as he held her tighter when feeling her grip on him tighten. 

They kept stood like that for a while in silence, with Fred leaving kisses against whatever part of her he could reach as he gently rubbed her back, trying to offer whatever sort of comfort he could give her that would make her feel even just a little bit better. He noticed that as the minutes passed her grip on him subtly got looser and looser, until she was simply holding him normally.

After a few minutes Fred pulled away from the hug with a soft smile, and leaned down to her height so he could press a soft kiss against her lips, and couldn't help but feel a bit better when he felt her smile against his lips. When he'd pulled away she smiled at him softly and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, before returning to her spot on the sofa beside Percy, who was now asleep.

Though she still didn't look too happy, so after a moment of thought Fred smiled and moved across the room to their muggle CD player - an invention that she had introduced to him a few months back, and since then had loved it so much to be collecting muggle CDs of music that he liked. He found one of their favourite CDs to listen to together and put the disk in before he turned back towards Y/N as the music started floating across the room.

"Could you do me the honour of dancing with me, my love?" Fred bowed before her with one hand stretched out towards her, his words spoken in an over-the-top posh accent.

"Of course, my darling." She giggled, taking his hand and letting him pull her out of her seat to the middle of the room.

Fred's hands fell to rest on her waist as her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, the two of them swaying to the music together as they kept each other held close. Her head leaned to rest against his chest and she sighed softly, before Fred felt her relax against him. They danced for a while, long enough and peacefully enough for the rest of the world to blur away, and to just be left with the two of them there, the music a beautiful ambience in the background as the two swayed together lovingly.

"I love you, Freddie." She whispered softly, tilting her head to look at him with an expression that made him melt.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He leaned down to capture her soft lips with his own, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the simplest touch from her.

Once he had pulled away, he removed one of his hands from her waist and reached to take one of her's instead, his smile growing as he gently spun her twice. Y/N giggled as she spun, falling back into Fred's chest with a light laugh as her hand gently squeezed his. Their dancing soon became almost silly, with her trying to spin Fred a few times - which was only successful when Fred helped her out by ducking since he was a considerable amount taller than her - and Fred dipping Y/N whenever a song ended. They ended up dancing for so long that before they knew it the album had ended. At the end of the song Fred dipped Y/N which caused her to giggle and smile at him - an expression that always made him fall in love with her all over again. Instead of letting her back up he leaned down with her to kiss her instead, smiling against her lips when she had wrapped both arms around his shoulders to pull herself closer and deepen the kiss.

By the evening, when the light outside was a beautiful orange glow that cast an amazing light through their windows, they were both in the bedroom, wrapped up in each other's embrace underneath the sheets.

"Freddie." Y/N whispered, only getting a hum from the man who had his face pressed against the soft skin of her neck, his arms wrapped around her gently. "I need to get up, I'm staying at my sister's to help with the baby."

Fred groaned, holding onto her tighter which made her giggle as she lightly slapped his shoulder. "Come on, please? I can't be late, you know what she's like."

Fred sighed heavily though despite his reluctance to let her go he unwound his arms from her waist and rolled over, pouting when she had turned to look at him, whereas she just giggled quietly at his expression before getting out of bed. 

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, love. We've got that double date with George and Angelina, remember?"

Though Fred wasn't really listening to her, instead his attention was her moving around the room to get her underwear, his eyes never leaving her body as she put them on. He sat up when she'd walked past the wall parallel to the window which had flowers painted over it, holding a hand up, despite her still only in her underwear. "Hold still for a moment."

"Fred, I really need to-"

"No no no, it'll only take a moment." Fred searched the draw of his bedside table for a moment before he smiled as he pulled out what he had been looking for - a polaroid camera. It had been a gift from one of their muggle friends the previous christmas, and Fred had been obsessed with it since they had gotten it. He took every opportunity to take a photo of her, and that was a lot of the time.

"Fred, I look awful." She groaned.

"Awfully gorgeous, my love, now stand still for a moment, will you?" He asked, smiling when she had sighed though leaned against the wall and kept still. He raised the camera to his eye, a fond smile crossing his lips at the beauty he was met with - the orange glow of the evening light casting over her exposed skin, making her look like an angel. "Beautiful." He complimented once he had snapped the picture, watching as it was printed at the top of the camera.

"Thank you." She smiled almost bashfully. "Can I get dressed now, love?"

~

Think I like you best when you're dressed in black from head to toe

Think I like you best when you're just with me

And no one else

~

Fred always thought she was beautiful. The word ugly or unattractive just wasn't in his vocabulary whenever she was around. Every outfit looked good on her, every colour looked good on her - though his favourite colour on her had to be black. To Fred, it was the colour that made her features stand out the most. It made her eyes seem brighter than ever before. It made her hair shine and almost glow whenever it was under any sort of light. It made every beauty mark and freckle stand out. It made him fall in love with her even more, if that were possible. 

Though Y/N didn't always see that, and for the life of him Fred couldn't understand why. She was so beautiful and he thought that it was so obvious, but to her it wasn't.

"Freddie?" She had asked him once from their bedroom, whilst he had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. "Can you come in here for a moment? I need to ask you something."

Fred frowned, noticing almost a hint of nervousness in her voice, though he was almost stunned when he walked into the bedroom and saw what she was wearing. She was dressed in a vintage style button-down  black dress, that had a neckline that dipped down low enough so that he could see her collarbones and the top part of her chest, and was short enough so that he could see above her knees to her mid-thigh.

"Do you think this looks alright?" She asked, looking at herself in their bedroom mirror, turning to different angles as she frowned at herself critically. "I got it for that party we're going on but I'm not too sure about it."

Fred shook his head, moving over to stand behind her and moved his arms around her waist, tucking her head underneath his chin as he met her gaze in the mirror. "You look beautiful, darling." He said softly, gently squeezing her in his hold. "You could never look anything less than gorgeous, okay?" 

He watched as she smiled bashfully and nodded her head, looking at herself in the mirror again as she leaned against him. "Thank you, Freddie."

"It's no problem, love." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her neck as she closed her eyes and sighed in content.

~

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

~

Fred groaned as he collapsed back onto the bed, watching as Y/N moved across the room to light a few of the many candles she had collected over time. "You're not leaving me for those bloody candles again, are you?" He huffed, watching her, in nothing but her underwear, light the candles like he'd seen her do many times.

"Hey!" She whined, pouting as she turned to look down at him. "Candles are romantic. And they smell nice."

"I'm romantic and I smell nice, what's your point?" He asked with a small smirk, only getting a scoff in return. "Darling come back, I want you now." He groaned overdramatically, flopping back over the bed with a loud sigh.

"You have a left hand, don't you?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Use it if you're that impatient." She giggled when turning and seeing his bewildered expression, as he had definitely not expected that sentence to leave her mouth so casually.

"Okay, that's it." Fred moved to get up and crossed the bedroom to be standing behind her, before he wound his arms around her waist and picked her up.

"Fred!" She giggled the complaint as he carried her across the bedroom towards the bed. "No wait, I didn't finish lighting the candles!"

He simply ignored her and gently tossed her onto the bed, which caused her to laugh a lot harder as he got onto the bed and situated himself over her.

"Oh yeah, that's terribly romantic, Freddie." She teased with another giggle as she pushed some of his hair out of his eyes.

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, will you?"

~

And I'm kissing you lying in my room

Holding you until you fall asleep

~

Fred adored every single aspect of being with Y/N. He could spend the whole day in one of her hugs, or dancing with her, or even just talking with her. And maybe he was a little biased considering he loved her to the moon and back anyways, but everything about her just pulled him in deeper and deeper, like a siren leading a sailor into the deep dark waters. Though one of his favourite moments with her was probably when they shared lazy kisses, whether that was first thing in the morning or the last thing at night. If it was the latter, then that usually entailed after-sex kisses, which Fred adored as much as the sex itself. There was nothing better than soft and light kisses after deep and passionate ones had been shared.

Y/N sighed into Fred's mouth as he rolled them over so she was underneath him, peppering her flushed and sweaty skin with light kisses once he had pulled away, nothing in contrast to what he had previously been leaving against her skin.

"I love you." Fred whispered against her pink cheek, before tilting his head to capture her lips in a soft and gentle kiss, despite it's lightness, still managed to take Fred's breath away.

"I love you too." She smiled softly, and when Fred pulled away enough to look at her he could see her eyes were half closed, and he could see how tired she was.

In one careful movement Fred rolled off of her and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her smaller frame into his larger one so her back would be flush against his chest. He felt her body relax against his as he pulled the covers over the both of them, and tightened his arm around her waist subtly.

"Night Freddie." She whispered, her eyes closing when Fred had left a gentle kiss against her exposed shoulder.

"Goodnight, darling." He whispered, leaving another kiss against her skin before relaxing against the pillows, holding her until she fell asleep.

~

And it's just as good as I knew it would be

Stay with me I don't want you to leave

~

Fred often found himself staying up longer than Y/N, though he loved those moments he got to admire her beauty in it's rawest form. He thought she was absolutely stunning, inside and out, and really couldn't have asked for a better person to spend the rest of his life with. Of course, back in Hogwarts when he was crushing on her like crazy, he often imagined what it would be like to be with her intimately. He imagined late night walks by the lake, candlelit dinners, late nights up talking. He had thought at that moment in time that nothing could possibly be better than that. Though he was so so wrong, because the real thing was so much better. She was so much better than whatever version of her he had imagined. Sure, she was probably the best friend he could have asked for in Hogwarts, though her friendship was absolutely nothing compared to her love.

That was one of many reasons why in the bottom of Fred's bedside table was a small red velvet box in, with a small silver diamond ring in. He wanted her to be his forever and he wanted to be her's. He never wanted her to leave.

~

Kristen, come right back

I've been waiting for you to slip back in bed

When you light the candle

[peachyysugaa]

gravity

– nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader

miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.

genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff

wc: 2.7k

warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw

a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot 😎 finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.

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time on earth: 3:43 am

one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.

'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"

now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"

he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.

"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."

it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"

jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"

again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."

"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.

"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."

he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"

jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."

at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.

it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 2:26 am

"—and layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?

"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.

"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.

"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.

"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.

"are you nervous?"

"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.

"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."

"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.

"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.

the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.

"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"

"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"

"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"

"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."

"yeah, but-"

"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"

he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."

perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.

"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.

"good night, y/n."

'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 9:18 am

today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.

"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.

"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.

he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."

jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."

his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.

for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.

upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.

"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"

turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"

a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."

it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 9:45 am

"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.

"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"

"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.

"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."

"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.

"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.

"coordinates and angles, houston?"

"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."

"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"

the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.

"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."

it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.

"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"

everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.

"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.

"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"

sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.

"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.

"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 8:04 am

the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.

he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.

jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.

"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."

they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2—i'm pretty quick at this."

"i have no doubt about that."

the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.

"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."

they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."

"okay, but what about that date?"

"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 2:57 pm

the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.

"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.

a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.

immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.

y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."

the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.

"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.

"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.

if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ゜・・゜゜・*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

time on earth: 4:31 pm

the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.

"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.

"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.

"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.

"let's go then."

once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.

as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.

"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"

"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.

it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.

[namparktae]

Kim Namjoon

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐱ᵏⁿʲ

You woke up huddled in your warm blanket on a cold Saturday morning. The sun shone through the slits of your blinds, reflecting onto your face. The smell of breakfast and coffee wafted upstairs. That must be jin cooking, you thought. You decided to get out of bed and help him cook this mornings breakfast for you and the boys so you pulled on your sweatpants and began walking down the stairs of your home.

Currently you're at university studying criminology and psychology, so you live with 3 men in a large house share. At first it was very inconvenient that you're living with 3 males, and you did complain to the principal but all other dorms for girls were full, and the university wasn't very strict on separation between males and females. Soon enough you got used to the 3 boys and managed to live around them. They treated you well, always looking out for you and helping you when you needed it.

You lived with Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon. All three of them were absolute heartthrobs and they had girls swooning over them as soon as they stepped foot onto campus yet none of them were remotely interested in relationships or even hooking up with girls in general.

As you reached the bottom step you see Namjoon peering through the door frame at you. His tall figure was stood by the stove as you discovered he was cooking.

Oh no. The one thing Kim Namjoon was hopeless at.

He was very clumsy, the boys even started calling him 'the god of destruction' as he would literally break everything, so cooking was a slight danger.

He turned his head away from the stove as he spoke to you.

"Morning y/n, the others are at class already. Do you want any breakfast?"

"God namjoon are you sure this is going to go well? Jin doesn't ever let you cook."

"Yeah sure. It's fine, I'm nearly done anyway. Do you want some?"

"Yes please. Okay come, I'll help."

You stood next to him holding the handle of the spatula as you helped him flip the eggs over, his scent was strong and he smelled like fresh washed clothes with a hint of aftershave. His hair was in messy brown curtains and his baggy jogging bottoms were hanging loosely from his hips to his ankles.

You couldn't lie he looked like a total boyfriend, he was smiling too with his cute dimple showing on his left cheek as he watched your every move.

"Umm it's gonna burn y/n." He said while looking into your eyes with a slight smug grin on his face as he realise you was eyeing him.

"Ohh... uh yeah."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the clumsy one..."

He turned to you and cupped your face with one hand as he looked into your eyes. "Tell me why you was staring y/n." The smile on his face was from ear to ear, you couldn't help but to smile back at him.

"You just look cute, Joonie." You replied, making him blush as you both returned full attention to the stove.

He dished up his food onto a plate and made sure you had some too, soon after you cleared your plate you stood up from your seat and headed to the shower when suddenly Namjoon grabbed your wrist so you would turn to face him. His tall body towered over you as he lent down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before he spoke.

"Thank you for helping me cook breakfast y/n. Do you have any plans for today?"

"Uhm no, just was gonna go shower that's all." You shyly replied. He had put you on the spot with the kiss on the cheek, your skin burned from his soft gesture.

"How about you let me come join you?"

What? Was he serious right now? That sweet Joon that just gently thanked you for your help was now suggesting you shower together? You thought it must have been a joke.

"Ha yeah. Very funny Joon, I'll come see you after. You can show me that video about those crabs you told me about the other day." You said as you wandered off down the hallway. Almost instantly his hands wrapped around your waist as he span you around to face him, looking deeply into your eyes.

"No. Y/n I wasn't joking, seriously let me join you ill make it fun." His lips turned into a slight curve as his dimple poked out of his cheek again.

Taken back by his seriousness, you observed his face with wide eyes. His face looked somehow innocent but the words coming from his mouth suggested otherwise. His warm hands slightly ran against your exposed skin on your hip from where your pyjama top had risen.

"Uhh-um o-okay." You managed to squeak out as his soft smirk turned into a full grin and his fingers laced together with yours, he pulled you into the bathroom, quickly locking the door.

He helped undress you, pulling your top over your head and pulling down his own joggers while you left yourself in your underwear.

"Y/n you're so beautiful, come here ."

He signalled for you to jump into his arms so you did as he wanted, his strong arms held you with his hands roughly gripping your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. You lent down slightly to connect your lips to his, pushing your tongue inside his mouth as he returned your actions. He sat you down onto the cold sink counter as his hands roamed around your thighs, caressing your skin and looping his finger around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs.

With your pussy now exposed, the cold air hit your heat making it wetter now by the double. Roughly, Namjoon pushed his finger into your hole as you moaned out for him, pulling him closer to kiss him more passionately as you grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"How many of my fingers do you think you can take baby?"

"Mmm Joonie one more, put one more in please Joon—." You trailed off as he looked you dead in the eye as he slid another finger into your tight hole, curving his fingers inside you and pleasuring your sweet spot. His pace quickened and your moans got louder, the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. Soon after he removed his fingers and sucked them, savouring your juices on his tongue as you whimpered from your loss of orgasm.

"Not yet baby, don't cum just yet. Please wait for me okay?"

He was so assertive yet still so sweet and kind, your mind was running away with hundreds of thoughts about Namjoon right now and your heart was racing due to his sweet touches. You watched as he removed his shirt and was left in just his boxers.

God he was beautiful naked. You never imagined him like this, being all dominant and assertive, and especially not with you.

"Like what you see hm? You keep staring y/n, I'll have to give you something to stare at."

His eyes glimmered as he watched you eye his bulge in those tight boxers, there was a small wet patch of pre cum on the front, and you was aching to touch it for him. The clasps of your bra were undone by his big hands that crawled around your back as he pulled the straps from your arms and threw it across the bathroom.

"Fuck look at you. You know how tempting you are right? Wearing those skimpy shorts for bed most nights and those tiny tops that show just how big your boobs are...." He trailed off as his lips connected with your neck, sucking harshly. Pulling away, he admired the mark he'd made against your soft skin by kissing it gently and continued speaking.

"Everytime you'd be around y/n, Id get so shy. But now I need you to know how you make me feel."

He took your hand into his and made it tighten around his clothed growing cock.

"This is how you make me feel y/n. You make me something and I need you to fix it baby. Let me make you feel good."

You just couldn't take your eyes off of him as he stood between your legs, his hands were on your waist and his lips were pressing soft kisses to your collar bone. Your hands traveled to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down painfully slow. His large cock sprung up and hit just below his belly button, dripping pre cum at the tip making your pussy wetter just at the sight of it.

Joon helped you off of the counter while you admired his naked, sculpted body you walked into the shower to turn it on. He stood behind you with his arms around your waist before spinning you around to face him. He kissed your lips so passionately as he cupped your face, pushing you against the tiled wall as his tongue entered your mouth. Both of your bodies collided, feeling the warmth of each other's skin as you were submerged by the hot water.

A loud slam was heard from downstairs, startling both of you. Joon pulled away from your lips, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"Fuck darling, Jin or Tae are home."

You could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. Edging back closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lent up to whisper in his ear.

"Well then we just need to be quiet don't we?" A smug look displayed across your face as his eyes stayed fixed on you. Namjoon pulled you closer to him again, unintentionally pressing his rock hard cock against your pelvis as he kissed your forehead sweetly.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? Can I make you feel good?" He asked so politely you just wanted to scream out and beg for him right away.

"I'm sure. I want you Joonie."

Namjoon pressed your back lightly against the wall as the two of you stood under the running water, positioning himself at your entrance as he slowly pushed himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to the size of his thick cock. "F-Fuck... You can move now baby." You managed to squeak out from below him. He did as you said and began thrusting his hips harshly into your core with his hand covering your mouth to prevent whoever downstairs from hearing the sounds you were making.

"God y/n, you're taking me well aren't you baby? You like this, being fucked up our bathroom wall?" He whispered in your ear while you nodded for him.

Your breathing began to get heavier as his thrusts got faster, he grunted for you while uttering your name repeatedly. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your moans in but it didn't work. Your moans escaped your lips quickly as he quietened you with a kiss, letting you groan into his mouth while letting out a painfully sexy grunt as he squeezed his eyes shut in bliss, feeling your pussy clench around him.

"Joonie... Mmh I'm so close..." You softly moaned out for him

"Cum y/n. Cum for me like a good baby girl."

With your orgasm just around the corner, you spread your legs slightly just for him to hit your spot a little deeper than before, you arch your back against the wall as you feel yourself start to cum, Namjoons pace looses rhythm as you feel him getting close himself. Your legs shake and begin to weaken as you pull his neck down to kiss his lips roughly as he allows himself to release inside of you. Groaning and moaning as he spilled his cum into your tight pussy.

"Y/n my baby you feel so good."

He praised you while cupping your face once again. You blushed under his touch, smiling up at him as he held you firmly by your shoulders, giving you a cuddle. You turned your back to him as you began to wash yourself with his help of course, he just couldn't keep his hands off of you, or his lips for that matter.

After the two of you had dried off together in Joons room, you completely forgot about someone entering the house earlier. Now fully clothed, Namjoon pulled you into his chest as he pecked your lips gently.

"You're so gorgeous, baby."

"And you're even more gorgeous my Joonie."

You two kissed again as he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to his tall frame. Yet this time being interrupted by a certain someone who just got home, peeking around Joons door.

"Boo!- oh god... SEOKJINNN-HYUNG.... Namjoonie-hyung and y/n are kissing!"

"Leave them alone Taehyung!" Jin said, racing upstairs to pull tae by the back of his tshirt. "He's wanted her for months! And by what I heard earlier, he finally did something about it." The two of you heard jin say smugly as he dragged tae down the stairs, followed by the two of them laughing.

You looked up at Namjoon with wide-eyes. Jin heard the two of you having shower sex. He heard the whole thing. You immediately got embarrassed and hid your face in his chest as he chuckled and rubbed your back as he spoke.

"Oh gosh. I'm gonna kill the two of them baby girl don't worry."

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This story was a lot longer! I hope you enjoy it babiesss🤍

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[mimisempai]

True love cannot be concealed

Summary:

5 times where people discover that Loki and Mobius are together and once where nobody is fooled.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309122

2182 words - Rating G

1.

Miss minutes was heading towards her monitor, after a little night tour in the TVA complex. She found herself in a hallway she hadn't been in for some time, as it was the TVA's senior members' apartments. It was dark and silent.

A sudden noise startled her, so she slipped into the next hallway and looked around. She heard muffled voices but saw no one. Miss Minutes had always been curious. After all, people couldn't do much to her, and besides, she was small so she wasn't noticed. She walked down the hallway, closer to the voices and then stopped in front of a door when she recognized one of the voices. It was the voice of their new supervisor.

"Stop that right now!" Mobius murmured sharply.

Miss minutes wondered who he could be talking to like that in the middle of the night. She also knew that if there was one person who would absolutely not appreciate her eavesdropping, it was Mobius.

Then she recognized the second voice.

"I don't think you really want this, Mobius..." whispered Loki. Though Miss Minutes was slightly shocked at this point, she continued to listen.

"Loki, not here...." then Mobius' voice faded away and there was silence. Miss minutes wondered if she should leave or stay. But curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see. So she slowly passed her little body through the opening of the door.

Luckily she was not made of flesh and blood, because she would have fainted.

Mobius was standing on the other side of the room, with his back against the wall, and Loki right in front of him, holding him by the wrists. Which would be a strange enough image, but that's not all. They were kissing and as far as she could tell, they were kissing passionately.

Loki and Mobius! Come to think of it, she should have known better, all those looks, brushes, gentle banter, all those clues were evidence of what was going on between the two men.

Seeing that things were heating up, she stepped back on the tips of her little feet and quickly headed back to her first destination.

2.

It was the first Christmas after the TVA's restructuring and Carol, ex-Hunter C-20, was taking advantage of the calm in the hallways to take a little walk before returning to her apartment when she heard Mobius' voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Then she heard a second voice that belonged to none other than Loki

"I could ask you the same thing.''

After a pause, he continued, "You're not hiding from me, are you?".

Carol found there was a strange undertone in Loki's voice, as if he wanted to taunt Mobius, and it was very strange.

Loki seemed to have an extremely high respect for Mobius, so why would he talk to him like that?

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I hide from you, Loki?" replied Mobius gently.

"Oh, maybe you weren't hiding from me specifically. But there's quite a bit of mistletoe everywhere. So I wonder if that's what you were worried about." said Loki openly, teasing.

"You wouldn't dare Loki, right?"

There was no answer to the question and the silence seemed to drag on.

Carol waited a few seconds before glancing behind the wall.

It was rather dark, but she could clearly see the two men, pressed against each other.

Loki was holding his hand up. In the palm of his hand was a branch of mistletoe with green wisps around it, typical of his magic, and they were close, so close, pressing against each other, then Loki bent his head and…

Refusing to watch more, Carol went back the other way.

Although she had a huge urge to share this secret with her friends, she knew she wouldn't. The secret was not hers, and when Loki and Mobius were ready to share it, they would. But the idea of this unexpected couple warmed her heart. After all, seeing friends happy together was a great Christmas present.

3.

For Casey, the restructuring of the TVA had been a little difficult, because he had to take in a lot of new information. Intensive courses were held and he wanted to take them all to catch up.Between his classes and his work at the TVA he was overloaded with work and he wanted to take advantage of his break to go and rest in a quiet place.

He walked along a few hallways to a restroom that he knew was unoccupied at that time of day. Just as he turned the corner he heard voices behind the door.He was about to leave when he heard the familiar voice of Mobius

"Are you sure about this, Loki?"

"What, are you trying to talk me out of it? "

Casey was about to open the door, happy to spend a moment with his favorite people from the TVA. His first friends whom he respected immensely.

However Mobius spoke again and Casey didn't want to intrude on what seemed to be a private conversation after all.

"Of course not, but I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow morning or in a few days."

"I will never regret you Mobius, never."

He didn't mean to pry, he really didn't, but the conversation had stopped a good 20 seconds ago, and Casey was too curious for his well-being.

So he discreetly slipped his head through the door, just enough to see if everything was okay.

But he soon realized that everything was perfectly fine, and above all he understood the reason for this prolonged silence.

Both Loki and Mobius had their lips occupied with... other activities than making conversation for once.

Casey couldn't suppress a smile, because Casey was always happy to see people they liked happy.

4.

HB aka ex-HB summoned a Timedoor to return from a mission.  It was a door that led directly into the office of Mobius who had taken Ravonna's position.

She went through the door and found herself in her former boss' office, which had changed a lot and was much less solemn.HB liked what Mobius had done with it. Especially the three imposing statues of the time keepers were gone.

The door that opened suddenly startled her, and by reflex, she backed up behind a bookcase.

Mobius and Loki were talking animatedly while entering the office, Mobius took his place behind his desk while Loki sat unceremoniously on his lap.

HB struggled to hold back a surprised gasp.

"Loki, not in my office, we've been over this."

Despite Mobius' protest, the way he tightened his arms around Loki's waist left no doubt that he was enjoying the situation very much.

"Just a minute, it's been at least three hours since I've seen you, and even longer since we've been alone together. Just a kiss and I'll be on my way."

Loki made a pout that Mobius was clearly unable to resist which didn't surprise HB, Loki had Mobius wrapped around his little finger since the first day they met.

"Loki, you know we're not going to stop at this."

"I can't help it if you're irresistible..."

"But this time we can't, in five minutes HB is supposed to be back from a mission, to make her mission briefing."

"What, you and HB alone in this office, like you and me?"

HB hardly restrained her laughter.

"Very funny, really. As much as I like HB you know very well that I only love you. "

This time HB hardly held back her gagging. Too much sap.

Loki made another pout which Mobius quickly wiped away with his lips before pushing him away.

"Come on, go to work now!"

Loki laughed as he headed for the door, then turned and blew a kiss, literally. There were two small green lips that flew towards Mobius and then placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

"You don't know what you're missing! " Loki said as he closed the door behind him.

Mobius smiled fondly as he leaned back in his chair, "How about you tell me about your mission, HB?"

5.

Sylvie was tired. She hadn't been home in over 72 hours and if she took more than ten steps without sleeping, she would fall to the ground. All she wanted to do was take a little nap to recharge her batteries.

She headed to the small break room where there were a few cots that were quite comfortable for the little nap she wanted to take.  Unfortunately, she didn't go any further than the door, because as soon as she opened it, she saw Mobius and Loki sitting on one of the beds, very close, with their backs to her.

They had a conversation in low voice, which seemed very animated and that Sylvie did not manage to understand. She was torn between the idea of interrupting what was going on between them and looking for another place. On one hand, she didn't want to bother them, but on the other hand her mischievous side and her desire to rest were very strong.

Maybe she could just sit on one of the beds and they wouldn't notice her, she was so tired she was sure she would be able to fall asleep even if the two men started yelling. She was about to put this plan into action when Loki put his arm around Mobius and pulled him against his chest.

She had to go now, she couldn't stay.

The next few seconds passed in slow motion. Sylvie took a step back as Loki turned his head to place a kiss on Mobius' hair, and looked into her eyes.  She saw his eyes widen and his body stiffen, causing Mobius to turn around to see what could have caused such a reaction in his companion.

Mobius said simply, "I know I'm not the kind of companion you were hoping for Loki, but get used to it, you'll be seeing more of this kind of situation in the future. Loki and I are together."

Sylvie answered simply, surrendering, "I basically just wanted a bed to sleep in, what you two do is none of my business." She was too tired to say anything more.

"Are you coming, Loki?" Mobius had walked over to the door and was holding out his hand to Loki.

Loki, looking baffled, hurried to join him. Mobius saw his face and said, "What? I never intended to hide. I'm proud to have you by my side."

Then they headed for the exit.

"You know I never had any expectations for Loki, but if I did, you would have met all the qualifications."

It was Mobius' turn to look baffled as Sylvie, ignoring them both, went to take a well-deserved rest.

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"Ah there you are Loki. I would like to see something with you about the upcoming mission."

"Morning Mobius, I'm glad to see you too."

"Hello Mobius!" echoed a chorus of voices.

Mobius rolled his eyes in greeting, "Ah, Casey, Sylvie, HB you are here too. Hello."

"And I'm here too," added Miss Minutes.

"Yes, yes hello to you too!"

"Yes," HB added with a chuckle, "apparently we work here too."

"You guys don't stand a chance, he only sees me," Loki replied cheekily.

"Getting back to the mission Loki, we should review the different parameters-" Mobius stopped in the middle of his sentence, licked his lip before resuming, "ahem, the different parameters." Then, leaning forward, he continued, so that only Loki could hear him.

"Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"Don't you like it?" replied Loki, looking totally innocent before answering with equal brazenness, "It's your fault, please stop looking so kissable."

However, if Loki was the god of Malice, Mobius could sometimes be the master of it.

"First of all you know very well that the one who looks the most kissable of the two of us, it's you." murmured Mobius pointing at him before continuing, "and if you don't stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on your desk."

Loki suddenly stood up, and said in a louder voice.

"Very well Supervisor Mobius, I think we're going to have to do a little more work on the mission! In order not to disturb my dear colleagues, I suggest we do this in your office."

"I couldn't agree more, Agent Loki, plus the coffee is much better there."

Loki stood up quickly and they both headed for the door.

The way their heads were tilted towards each other, the way their arms and hands brushed against each other at every opportunity, the way they communicated with their eyes, all those little details, left no doubt about the nature of their relationship for those who knew them.

"I wonder if it will ever get old," HB asked as she watched them walk away.

"I don't think so," replied Sylvie.

"You are unfortunately right," added Miss Minutes.

Then, shaking their heads and smiling, they all got back to work.

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Whole series here : Together, for all time, always

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