#i deleted the other ones but this one made me laugh so fucking hard

[angelcasendgame]

"J*red fan" Oooo self burn 🔥

[chlorinecake]

Hey I had a request can you do one reaction thingy for enhypen (excluding Niki as he's a minor)

So the reaction is "Your boyfriend (the member) is fucking you or just are getting intimate (oral or are kissing while being naked etc.) and another member enters and sees you and gets a boner . Here you can add few things either they get jealous or they ask the person to join or just watch.

Sorry if it's too precise or uncomfortable for you

✶ Caught Slippin’ | 18+ ENHA REACTIONS

cw: implied threesomes, oral (f. & m. receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, tit play, overstim, heavy smut, between 200-300 words per member, enha!bf quotes are italicized

이희승 ✶ Lee Heeseung

“Don’t you ever get tired of fucking me all the time?” You asked your boyfriend while cuddling.

“Is that your way of asking me to praise you?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” He giggled, “You know I could never get tired of this,” he smiled into a kiss, running his hands all over your body.

“Heeseung, the boys are downstairs—” “Yeah, and we’re up here. Don’t act like this isn’t where you wanted this to go. Now I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Heeseung.” He looked at the door, moving to go and close it before you pulled him by his shirt, “Please don’t keep me waiting, Hee. I need you so bad,” you pouted.

“What is it baby? You want me to fuck you like my cute little cum slut with the door wide open?” You sqeeuzed your legs shut at his words, a throbbing sensation building up at your core.

He wasted no more time removing your clothes, sinking himself into your wetness before rutting into your needy hole. You moaned in his ear, nibbling at the skin as you rocked back and forth against the mattress, feeling dizzy from all of the pleasure.

The two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice Jay standing there, a raging hard-on poking through his pants. “Don’t just stand there and watch! Get the hell outta here!” Heeseung growled. Jay stammered out an apology that fell on deaf ears, fleeing the unholy scene before closing the door behind him.

“Hmm, I thought he was gonna join us,” you smirked, meeting your possessive boyfriend’s gaze. “As if I’d ever share you with anyone else.”

박종성 ✶ Park Jongseong

Your boyfriend Jay was in the middle of baking when you decided to come and check on him.

“Jungwon, I swear to God, if you touch one more thing in this kitchen, I'm gonna-," Jay paused mid-sentence before realizing it was only you stalking him from the counter.

He laughed off his anger, dipping a finger into the frosting he made and bringing some of it to your mouth. “How’s it taste?”

“Delicious,” you smirked, seductively licking his finger clean.

“Your lips look so fucking pretty right now," Jay whispered, pulling you in for a kiss which quickly escalated to you lying over the countertop completely naked, his skilled fingers getting lost between your legs.

“Fuck~," you moaned shakily, arching your back against the cold surface, "W-what if s-someone catches us like this?"

“As wet as you are right now, you obviously don’t mind the idea of being caught.”

And it was at that very moment when Jungwon whipped around the kitchen corner. "Jay-hyung, I forgot to show you this new camera my sister got me-." His rambling stopped immediately at the sight of Jay lapping at your dripping core.

“Oh my God!" Jay yelped in shock, covering you in his apron before running to Jungwon, snatching the camera out of his hand to delete the footage. "Won, what the hell?" Jay scowled, noticing the tent forming behind Jungwon’s pants before smashing the camera on the tile ground.

Jay didn't have to say anything else before Jungwon ran out of the kitchen, avoiding you two for the rest of the day if not longer.

“You’re gonna replace his camera, right?” You asked Jay while readjusting your clothes.

“Ask me next week and I’ll have a kinder answer.”

심재윤 ✶ Sim Jaeyun

You and Jake were a hot mess on the living room couch, grinding against each others clothed heats and exchanging what felt like a thousand kisses.

He gripped your ass, pushing your weight down on his dick before throwing his head back, sweat dripping down his neck.

“Fuck, ____,” he moaned into your mouth, guiding your movements.

“What is it, Jakey? Afraid you’re blow your load too soon,” you teased. “If I knew it was a challenge, I would’ve done this a long time ago,” he smirked, releasing his swollen tip from the sweat pants he wore to stimulate your clit.

You gripped onto his shoulder, trembling at the pleasure that curled in your stomach.

But little did Jake know, Sunghoon was watching you two from afar, stroking himself out in the open at the unholy sight. You felt encouraged to put on a whole performance, moaning like a pornstar and playing with your tits before you and Sunghoon finished at the same time.

That’s when Jake noticed your gaze was fixed on something else, turning around only to meet Sunghoon’s lust-ridden features, chest still heaving from his climax. “You fucking slut,” Jake spat, pushing you off his lap and flipping you on all fours.

He ripped your panties off and shoved himself past your throbbing hole, going at it like a madman. “How’s this for a show, huh? Is this dirty enough for you?” he grunted from behind, tugging your hair like reins.

It was only a matter of time before Jake finished, calling Sunghoon over to take turns with you for the rest of the night.

박성훈 ✶ Park Sunghoon

“You know I hate telling my baby no, but you’re gonna have to work for it today, princess,” Sunghoon hummed, crawling up to the head of the bed and spreading his legs. “You have three minutes or else this is all you get.”

“Starting when?”

“5 seconds ago.”

You hastily met him between his legs, pulling his boxers down with eager fingers. His breath was already jagged just from the anticipation he felt while watching you. Pulling his dick out, you trailed light kisses from the base to its head, pumping him in your hand before taking half of his length into your mouth.

“So warm for me, baby. Mngh, feels so fucking good already,” he moaned lazily. You stared into his sleepy eyes, feeling him twitch in your mouth as he grew more lightheaded with each suck. “Such a good girl for me, keep taking me just like that.”

“Sunghoon, the boys wanna know what your vote is for din-“ Sunoo stood in shock, blood rushing to both of his heads. “Ahhh, I’m so sorry—CRAP! I didn’t mean to intrude!!!” The nervous boy protested, covering his eyes with his hands.

“It’s kinda too late for you to leave, now, Sunoo. Close the door and take a seat. Maybe you’ll think twice about getting hard for my girl after you watch me fuck her for the next hour.” Sunghoon snickered, clenching his jaw.

Sunoo hesitated before giving in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

김선우 ✶ Kim Sunoo

You bounced up and down on Sunoo’s length in reverse cowgirl style, his cold hands wandering to massage your nipples. Sunoo’s breath hitched in his chest, the corners of his eyes brimming with tears from the overstimulation.

“How much longer, baby? I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” He whined, burying his forehead into your sweaty back. “Not until someone comes in, sweetie. That was the rule.”

The poor boy groaned beneath you, reaching a hand over your hip to rub rough circles against your clit. “Sun,” you whimpered, eyes rolling in the back of your head. You clenched around him, causing him to let out his loudest moan yet as he held up your body weight with his arms.

Jake casually walked into the room with a pair of headphones on. He was oblivious to what was going on because of the loud music blaring in his ears and the darkness of the room.

He suddenly felt the ground thud beneath him, Sunoo having dropped you on the floor in shock. “Oh, fuck- sorry,” Jake froze, covering the boner that both you and Sunoo had already noticed.

Sunoo launched a pillow in Jake’s direction, a string of curse words flying from both their mouths.

“Seriously, hyung, learn to knock once in a while!”

You met your pouty boyfriend back on the bed, stroking his tense thigh. “Wanna pick up where we left off at.”

“Absolutely not and never again.”

양정원 ✶ Yang Jungwon

A conversation about asteroids and the cosmos led to your boyfriend playing with your bare tits. “They’re so pretty, baby.” He whispered, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

Only a few minutes of this lasted before Jungwon was completely hard. You looked into his eyes, pausing his ministrations.

“Do you maybe wanna try fucking them?”

That was the last thing you said before Jungwon positioned himself on your waist, gliding his thickness between your swollen breasts. His face was flushed and thrusts sloppy as he chased his high, dribbles of precum already decorating your sweaty collarbone.

The door slung open, the two of you feeling your hearts stop as Heeseung’s eyes fixed on your pretty tits hugging Jungwon’s cock. "Hyung-" Jungwon began before noticing the bulge forming behind Heeseung's pants, eyes widening in disebelief.

He retreated his hands from your chest, burning holes into Heeseung's forehead with his threatening gaze. "So now you're getting hard for my girlfriend?'

"How was I supposed to know you two virgins were in here fooling around? I just came to get my charger back.”

"Terrible choice of words, Hee,” Jungwon retorted, chasing Heeseung out of the room with balled fists, leaving you behind in a fit of bashful giggles.

✶ Special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece! This was my first time writing HEAVY smut, so I hope you all enjoyed!!! Make sure to check out my enhypen bookshelf for more fun reads ~

Tags: @fanficfactoryfoxxx @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @kaykay11sworld @rickysblkgf @4imhry @yngwife @bambangan

[fettuccin-e]

Hard-Pressed

okay gang this fic is dedicated to @fleurfairie because she sent me an ask for virgin!reader with big dick steve and i tried answering it and then i deleted it like fucking dumbass,,, so harmonia, this is for you! so there isn't any actual penetration in this, BUT it is one of the horniest fics i have ever created with HEAVY emphasis on steves gigantic dick,, so please enjoy

Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader, virgin!afab!reader, really light degradation, hung!steve, no actual penetration but talks about it, uhhh humping?? haha

You really should have known that Steve had his reputation in high school as “King Steve” for a reason. Getting together with him had been far too easy for there not to be a catch. Kissing him for the first time had been as easy as breathing, meeting his lips in a chaste embrace in his car after dropping the kids off at the arcade. Going on dates with him, holding his hand, doing all of the things people in relationships do together; it all had come second nature, as if you had both been doing this for years.

The only thing tripping you up, embarrassingly, was actually engaging in one of the so-called “benefits” of a relationship. The… sex part.

When you had told Steve that you’re a virgin, he hadn’t made you feel embarrassed in the slightest, kissing you lovingly with a hand cupping your cheek. “I could show you, if you want, sweetheart. But if you don’t want to, if you don’t ever want to, I am perfectly happy just being with you. I don’t need the other stuff, you know?”

You just shook your head hard, hard enough to make Steve laugh at your vehemence. “No,” you had said, “I want it, Stevie. You have no idea how much I want it, okay? I mean, have you seen yourself? How could I not want you? I think I just, uh, need to practice, I guess. Taking stuff, y’know, uh, inside?” Your face had been burning, but you took comfort in the sight of Steve’s cheeks heating up in a blush as well. He had grinned though, one of his hands trailing down to brush at your hip.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he had murmured. “I would be honored.”

And thus started the process of your training to take Steve’s cock. One night, he had just inched a finger inside, the digit long and calloused inside you, while he licked and sucked at your clit until you gushed all over his face. A week later, he worked two fingers inside, crooking them up into a spot that you didn’t even know existed, while he pressed a thick thumb onto your clit. He had held you while you shook like a leaf, kissing you softly while working you through your orgasm. It was a strange sensation at first, having something inside you like that, but Steve’s talented fingers and pretty mouth made you grateful that you had waited. 

But there still are some nights, like tonight, that you don’t really want one of Steve’s fingers inside you. You don’t really want anything inside, even though Steve’s so warm against you, his big arm wrapped around your shoulders, and the ache between your thighs is impossible to ignore. The sensation of taking things inside is still new, as strange to get used to as it is pleasurable, and tonight you don’t want to have to breathe through your nose as Steve slowly stretches you open. You just want to cum, hard, in the only way you can when you’re with Steve.

Damn, what has this boy done to you?

It’s fairly innocent, the both of you in Steve’s big, empty house, cuddled up together while watching a movie, and it strikes you that Steve has no idea. He has no idea that you’re so wet underneath the pajama pants that he has so graciously lended to you. He has no idea that you’re thinking about his head between your thighs, licking at your clit and telling you how good you are, how pretty you are for him when you cum. He has no idea that you had made yourself cum before he had picked you up from your house to take you to his, rubbing your clit with Steve’s name on your lips.

You glance up to gaze at your boyfriend, only to find his eyes already trained on you, not the movie. He grins boyishly, and your heart skips what feels like three beats at once. It’s hard sometimes, wrapping your head around how handsome Steve is, and that you get to call him yours. You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, unable to help yourself. Steve is already meeting you halfway there.

“Stevie?” you murmur against his mouth.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can I try something?” you breathe, trying to tamp down your nerves. “It’s something, y’know, um, something sex- uh, sex-related?”

Steve chokes on a breath, blood suddenly rushing down to his cock. You’re a virgin, inexperienced and pretty nervous when it comes to the things you and Steve do in the bedroom, but Steve thinks you’re the sexiest thing in the damn world. And you don’t even try, which is like, half of Steve’s problem. He doesn’t think he’s had this many poorly-timed hard-ons since he was fifteen, but being with you just makes it happen. And you have no idea.

“Yeah, baby,” he chokes out, breaking himself out of his thoughts. “Anything you want.”

“What if I wanna see your cock?” you blurt out, and Steve’s eyes widen at your language, shocked at your confidence, before he remembers himself. He wants you to be confident, wants you to tell him what you want.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, “but if you wanna, y’know, tak-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“I’m not gonna try to, uh, get it inside me. But, I just, I wanna, y’know, I wanna get, I just, shit, uh- oh fuck it,” you growl, frustrated at the fact that you can’t even find the words to tell him what you want. “Just, Stevie, can you take your pants off?”

You don’t have to tell him twice, evidently. Steve takes his arm from around your shoulders to shove his sweatpants down his thighs, letting his achingly hard cock to slap up against his stomach, and holy shit. Holy shit. 

He was “King Steve” for a very good reason. You obviously don’t have a lot of experience, but anyone could see how huge Steve Harrington is, especially with his cock hard and sticky and curved against his stomach, veins pulsing and aching for your touch.

This is the catch. Everything has been easy, so easy with Steve. But handling that? Shit, that’s going to be hard. In, uh, more ways than one.

There’s a brief feeling of panic that sinks into your stomach, a thought of ‘how is that ever going to fit’ ricocheting around your brain. But that thought isn’t important tonight, and even if it was, you know that Steve would never, ever take the chance of hurting you, no matter how desperate you are. 

You eye the fucking monster between Steve’s legs as you stand, hoping that you look at least somewhat sexy as you slide Steve’s pajama pants down your legs, taking your panties with them. The cool air of the room meets your exposed cunt, making you throb desperately as you glance at Steve’s face. You want to giggle at his wide eyed expression, his gaze trained on your needy, dripping pussy.

You stalk forward, slowly, pushing lightly at his shoulder until he twists, laying down on the couch, his cock thick and throbbing against his stomach. You try to take a subtle, calming breath through your nose before you swing a leg over your boyfriend’s lap, straddling him just over his cock. You hear his breath hitch, just barely.

“Is this okay?” you whisper, wanting to make sure that Steve wants it just as much as you do.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “so much. Want it so much, baby. You just, you gotta be careful, okay?”

“Okay, Steve,” you smile, before sinking your hips down and resting the dripping heat of your pussy on Steve’s thick cock. He’s thick enough that he spreads the lips of your cunt apart, and you can feel how wide he is against your tight entrance. 

You relish in Steve’s choked up moan, before rocking your hips, slow and experimental, and fuck. The veins along his length press into your clit as you rock against him, before nudging against the thick head. He’s hot and so hard between your thighs, pressed against the most intimate parts of you, and it’s so, so fucking good.

Steve moans softly as you rock back and forth against him, his fingers digging into your hips. It feels so dirty, his cock spreading your pussy apart, sliding against the tiny, tight little entrance of your cunt. You’re so wet, soaking his cock and getting him so sticky as you rock against him, frantic for it.

“My needy baby,” he mutters, and you whine in response, leaning forward to nudge your head into the crook of Steve’s neck, but not stopping your movements. You grind, desperate and throbbing, against his cock. “So innocent, baby, but you’re so dirty,” Steve continues. “My little virgin baby. Never touched a cock before, but you’re not innocent, are you? No, baby, I know what you are, sweet girl. Do you know what you are?” You shake your head against Steve’s neck, rocking your hips hard against him, your thighs trembling.

“You’re a slut,” he whispers, and you gasp, your cunt clenching hard against Steve, and he feels it. He feels it and moans, his hips twitching up to press himself harder between your legs. “My slut, just for me,” Steve continues, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, who has ever seen you like this, right sweet girl? Nobody else knows how needy you are, how much you need someone to make you cum. You wanna cum like this baby? Grinding against my cock like a slut?”

Steve uses the grip he has on your hips to pull you onto him, again and again, the ridges of his cock moving against your sticky, throbbing clit and you whine into his neck. “Yes, yes, need it so fucking bad, Steve, need to cum, please baby,” you whimper, and Steve moans in response. He shifts his hips up as he pulls you against him, and it’s almost like he’s fucking you for real. He’s so close, so close, and you want him to fuck you so bad, so fucking bad. Your hips twitch hard, and Steve grins, doing it again, and again.

“This is how I could fuck you, baby. Could just sink into your tight little cunt, baby, stretch you so wide to take my cock. You want it, baby, I know you do.”

“Yes,” you gasp, unable to help it. “Want you to fuck me so bad, you’d feel so good, so good in me. I’m so empty Stevie, oh god. Wanna be your slut, wanna be yours, I-”

“You are mine, sweet girl, all mine. Next time, next time I’ll fuck you for real, yeah? But right now,” he mutters, his hips desperately thrusting his fat cock against your sopping cunt, “I want you to soak my cock with this pretty pussy.”

It doesn’t take long after that, not when you’re both writhing against each other, minds fuzzy with need. The knot in your stomach is tightening, tightening, pulling taught, until it snaps without warning, sending you spiraling into a desperate orgasm. Your pussy clenches and throbs hard against Steve’s cock as you cry Steve’s name softly into his shoulder. 

“Fuck, so good, baby, doing so good, so sexy for me, fuck baby-” Steve groans and you can feel how his cock pulses, shooting hot cum between you both. You can’t help the daydream of him coming inside you, of it dripping out of your used cunt.

Next time. Next time.

You both breathe together for a moment, Steve’s cock softening slowly beneath you, before you meet his lips in a soft kiss. “Thank you, Steve,” you murmur, and you nearly giggle at how quickly Steve’s eyes shoot open, his hands tightening again on your hips.

“Thank me? No, baby, thank you. Made me feel so good, sweetheart,” Steve says, peppering kisses over your face and grinning at your happy giggles. “Love you, baby,” he whispers, like it’s a secret.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you say, and you don’t think you’ve ever been more confident in anything before.

[princessmaybank]

Ride The Cowboy

Pairings: JJ x BestFriend!Fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, riding, creampie

Summary: JJ got a new cowboy hat and reader has no idea about the rule.

Authors Note: I had a smut written for a request. It was JJ and reader with the cowboy hat rule but it got deleted! It was anonymous so I hope whoever requested this sees it and enjoys!!!

JJ found this random black cowboy hat at one of our shops in town. I didn't think he was serious when he said he wanted to buy it because it's not even his style.

Anyway he's been wearing it for a fucking week, trying to act all country and it's so fucking annoying. He has started using a country accent trying to be funny, but it was just so, so lame.

We were at the boneyard having the time of our lives. JJ and I were dancing together, giggling and having some normal fun, until he started talking like he was from Texas.

I was so fed up. I reached for his hat and threw it onto my head. "Look at me, I'm JJ, all I ever do is talk with an accent and twirl around in my cowboy hat!!" I said, very annoyed with a terrible attempt at a country accent.

JJ was staring at me in awe, which got the attention of our friend Pope, whose jaw went slack as well. Pope walked over and rested his arm on JJ's shoulder. "She doesn't know does she?" Pope looked at JJ with the most dead serious look I've ever seen. What the hell was he talking about???

"I don't think she does." He grinned and started laughing. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at his feet then back to Pope. "What are you talking about?!" I asked frantically. "Have fun cowboy." Pope said patting JJ's back while walking away. I give JJ a questioning look.

He got extremely close to my body, yet he was still towering over me. Damn this boy was tall. JJ took my hands in his. "You don't know the cowboy hat rule?" He asked smirking down at me. "These things have fucking rules too???" He giggled. "Yes but this one is probably the most important." Somehow he got closer, which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as I thought. "What is it??" I asked getting annoyed because he was playing games at this point.

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

His face never changed from that smug little smirk, but my eyes got wide. I hit his chest, he was my best friend. "No way Maybank, that's probably something you made up to get you laid." He grinned. "It's not I swear, if you don't believe me look it up."

Unfortunately I did, and he was right. It was some kind of sick joke. "Well I didn't know so it doesn't count!" I crossed my arms. "Hey, rules are rules baby." He was holding my hips now. Why were butterflies filling my stomach? I've never thought of JJ this way. It would be so wrong. "So is no pogue on pogue macking!" I say trying my hardest to find a way out of this, but of course he's ready for whatever I say. "First of all, John B and Sarah are right over there, basically eating each other's faces. Second of all, it's not macking, it's riding baby." He smiled to himself because he knew he won.

JJ walked us to the Twinkie, where we wouldn't be bothered. "You just want an excuse to fuck your best friend!" I say fighting the best I could. "I could say the same about you! I didn't tell you to steal my hat! And you're still wearing it!" He laughs so hard after he gets his sentence out. I was blushing when I quickly took his hat off and threw it at him.

I was hovering over him, very anxious. He had a huge grip on my hips. "We do not have to do this if you don't want to." He says while holding me up. "JJ, I'm already naked. Plus you said it, rules are rules." Before I could change his mind or my own, I started easing myself down onto his dick. JJ let out a slight hissing sound as I went lower. Not gonna lie, I did need to get fucked. It was probably why I found him so annoying this week.

JJ helped me move at a pace that made us both feel good. "Come here." He pulled me in with a motion of his finger. "Might as well break a rule while we're at it." He smirked before attaching his lips to mine. JJ sat up and put his back against the seat, never pulling out. I pulled his hands away from my hips and to my tits, making him squeeze them as I bounced on his dick all by myself. I couldn't believe I was riding my best friend.

"Fuck Y/N/N don't stop." Woah. JJ called me by my nickname while I was bouncing on his huge cock. How fucking hot. Can't believe I'm saying this but I think I'm catching feelings in the middle of all of this. "Fuck I'm cumming!" I yell as my body starts spasming, I feel his dick shoot his hot liquid into me after I was done. JJ pushed my hips up and down, helping us ride out our orgasms.

He started spooning me after I put my clothes back on and laid down. "JJ I don't wan-" Before I could finish he interrupted me. "Y/N, I can't handle it anymore. I need to be with you, especially now. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I don't think I could let you go and just continue being just your best friend." He was hovering over me now. "I was thinking the same thing." That made us both smile.

We popped up when we heard the side door slam open. "I'm assuming she followed the rules?" Pope giggled staring at JJ, making him giggle as well. They high fived as I rolled over to hide in JJ's chest.

[sofs16]

rehearsal?

my first lando fic hehe

lando norris x influencer!reader

fc: madeline argy

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guys is ynlando still alive.. they havent interacted with each other since monaco … 😓

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replying to @ynlandos lia @ynloml they can’t be over, i refuse.

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landonorris Word on the street is me and my gf broke up? Huh? Lando NoRizz never took off for a reason 🧡 Happy 7 months @yn lovely 🫀

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carlossainz55 Lando Norizz certainly took off, what are you talking about, my muppet friend?

oscarpiastri Bet you’re grateful you were the one who brought up Yn to be invited to the GP 😂

⤷ landonorris shhh pastrami shhhhh

⤷ yn thanks babe

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yn i’ve done a lot of researching over the last 7 months to the point i can become the team principal! (andrea this is a JOKE IM SORRY). anywyas, love u my cutie patootie photographer @ landonorris loveulovuelovu

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landonorris i am NOT a cutie patootie!

⤷ yn fine, no cuddles ig

⤷ landonorris IM A CUTIE PATOOTIE,NEVERMIND

[ugh-yoongi]

Hi. Can I request a drabble with Jungkook where they’re in a secret relationship and they think their friends are not aware of it but they’re actually really bad at hiding it. Thank you!

decided to combine these two. thank you both for the requests!

this one ran away from me but was really fun, so we're going to ignore the wordcount. hope you both enjoy! <3

obviously

pairing: jungkook x f. reader genre: secret relationship au, roommate au; crack, fluff warnings: two idiots engaging in idiot behavior, swearing, yoongi is tortured by reader's use of emojis, drinking/alcohol, one reference to jungkook wearing women's underwear but it isn't a thing, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 3.7k

In retrospect, getting married at nineteen wasn’t your brightest idea.

Not your worst, either, because at least you’d chosen well.

There are undoubtedly far worse men to have as your ex-husband than Kim Namjoon, who had also gotten caught up in all those romantic cliches about young love; had also been inflicted with whatever illness made you believe getting married so young was smart and cool; had also woken up one day and thought what the fuck are we doing and asked if you wanted to call it quits.

You did.

And even though you loved Namjoon, over time it turned into that platonic life partner kind of love and not that all-encompassing, love of your life, eternal kind of love. So, Namjoon offered to pay for the divorce with his grad school stipend and took his name off the lease so you could find a new roommate and insisted on meeting up every other week for takeout and cheap alcohol because he had a whole thing about not wanting it to be weird.

Now, here you sit, years removed from the most affectionate and anticlimactic divorce of all time, and you wonder what could be more weird than your ex-husband making you a Tinder profile.

“I know what you like,” he insists, cheeks ruddy from the wine. Namjoon talks endlessly on a good day, but he’s nearly impenetrable when he’s got some merlot in him. “No one’s more qualified to do this than me.” You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Except you, of course,” he hurriedly adds.

“Have you ever stopped to think—”

Namjoon heaves an exaggerated groan, hand to his forehead as if he’s suffering a Victorian ailment. “You have no idea.”

You roll your eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think,” you repeat, “that there might be a reason I don’t have a Tinder? Or any dating profile, for that matter?”

“Yeah, you’re obviously still in love with me,” he jokes, laughing wildly at the absurdity of it; elbows you in the side as he wiggles his eyebrows. What could be weirder than your ex-husband treating you like one of his bros? “But alas, I’ve moved on, and so the time has come for you to also—”

“Either shut up or drink more,” you interject, filling his glass nearly to the brim. “You’re insufferable when you’re like this.”

Namjoon, seemingly out of arguments, simply hums in acknowledgment. Downs half the wine you’d just poured him, because out of the two options you’d presented him with, it’s the more realistic choice. Asks, “What’s your preferred age range?” before snorting another laugh and setting it from 18 to 50 for his own amusement.

“You know, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Why not?” he retorts, and there’s no judgment there, just genuine curiosity. You know he’s just having a laugh, would delete it and never mention it again if you asked him to, but the thing is—

The front door opens, and there stands your roommate, arms full of bags from Daiso. “Hey, ba—”

Jungkook stops dead in his tracks when he sees your ex-husband. Coughs to cover the pet name that nearly tumbled out of his mouth and lifts his hand in a wave. Namjoon watches the way the weight of the bags causes the muscles in Jungkook’s forearm to flex and shoots you a look. Maybe he does know what you like, after all.

“Hi, Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook says, polite but still awkward, even after all these years. Can’t seem to shake it, no matter how hard he tries. “What are you two up to?”

Namjoon is none the wiser, used to the hushed awe Jungkook always adopts when he addresses him. Polite and endlessly kind because his mother raised him to never be anything less, but only ever jittery around Namjoon. Doesn’t act like this around any of your other friends; takes Seokjin’s teasing in stride and dishes it right back, but never Namjoon. Would probably rather die.

So Namjoon just waves back, says, “Hi, Jungkook-ah,” before he returns his attention to his phone. Doesn’t look up when you abandon him on the couch to help unpack the bags. Says, “I’m signing her up for Tinder so she can finally get laid,” and also doesn’t look up when Jungkook chokes on an inhale and one of the bags splits in half.

Before he moved in with you, Jungkook lived with Hoseok.

It’d gone great, all things considered. Jungkook couldn’t have asked for a better first roommate, fresh out of high school and his family home and hundreds of kilometers from the salty air of Busan. He’d nearly been sick with anxiety, all green around the edges, and Hoseok had pulled him into a hug and calmed his fraying nerves. Helped him with his homework and taught him how to cook and pecked at his heels like a mother hen when his room got too messy.

Just like he’s doing now.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, not at all able to hide the surprise in his voice when he pulls open the door and finds Hoseok on the other side. “What are you doing here?”

Hoseok tuts. “I told you I was coming by this weekend to clean. I haven’t been here in weeks—”

“I know how to clean,” Jungkook argues, face growing warm from misplaced embarrassment, that Hoseok still thinks he’s a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better. “I said you didn’t have to come.”

His hyung’s face softens. “I know you know how to clean, Jungkookie, I’m just… I still feel responsible for you. You’re the first child I raised and released into the world.”

Jungkook sighs. Knows this is a losing argument. Opens the door wide enough to accommodate Hoseok and his bags of cleaning supplies, and doesn’t say a word as he follows Hoseok around the apartment even though he wants to say, I told you so. The entire place is spotless. There’s nothing to clean. No dust on the floor. Sparkling kitchen countertops. Laundry freshly-washed and hung on the drying rack by the window, warm in the midday sun. No toothpaste in the bathroom sink; no hard water stains on the shower glass.

All that’s left is Jungkook’s bedroom. That, too, is spotless, and Hoseok has never had a poker face and certainly can’t muster one now. “Why is it so clean in here?” he asks, taking in the bare floor, void of dirty clothes and whatever hobby equipment Jungkook had taken up that week; the pristinely-made bed with its hospital corners and fluffed pillows; the end tables that are suspiciously void of dust.

“Because I know how to clean,” Jungkook tartly replies, rolling his eyes. “I told you, there’s—”

“Are you even living in here?” Hoseok continues, either oblivious to or pointedly ignoring the way Jungkook starts to panic. “Because it doesn’t smell weird, either, and we all know that wasn’t the case before.”

“I have an air freshener.”

“Uh-huh.”

Hoseok continues his search. Actually praises Jungkook on the way he’d organized his clothes, the fact that everything in his drawers is folded and not shoved in haphazardly, that the few nice pieces he owns are hung in the closet. Kneels on the floor to check under the bed: empty, except for the XBox controller Taehyung had left behind the last time he came over to binge Valorant.

And Jungkook should’ve known—should’ve anticipated this—because it’s his Hobi-hyung and if there’s anything his Hobi-hyung is neurotic about it’s cleanliness and he’s got eyes like a hawk, makes him deadly efficient at spotting dust, so it’s really no surprise when he lets out a shrill a-ha! and pops out from under the bed with a pair of lacy underwear pinched between his fingers, but Jungkook should’ve anticipated it, anyway.

“And what do we have here?”

What Hoseok has here is Jungkook’s favorite pair of your underwear, but he can’t say that, so he just feels the way his face flushes with embarrassment again and wonders if he’d get out of the impending interrogation if he starts crying. “Um. Nothing?”

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Hoseok continues, voice animated and lilting, the teasing smile evident even though Jungkook can’t bring himself to look. “Can’t believe my little Jungkookie is all grown up.”

Jungkook doesn’t feel grown up, he feels mortified. Feels like he wants to sink right through the floor, like he wants to disappear for three to five business years. Feels like an idiot for being so insistent on all this secrecy, because now he can’t tell Hoseok that the lacy underwear he’s inspecting belongs to you and that the two of you have been together for a while, that it’s great, Jungkook thinks this might be It, and all he can do is blurt out the first thing he can think of, which is—

“It’s mine.” Hoseok’s head turns so fast his neck creaks. “I’m, uh. Experimenting.”

Hoseok shrieks. Jungkook shrieks. “What the fuck,” Hoseok shrieks again as he drops the underwear to the floor and kicks it under the bed. “Why wouldn’t you just say that—”

“That’s what you get for going through my stuff!”

Hoseok doesn’t come over to clean again.

On the weeks you don’t see Namjoon, you spend your Fridays having game night at Jimin’s.

It’s always a raucous affair—wouldn’t be possible any other way with the friend group you’ve got, now seamlessly blended with Jungkook’s—and it’s always your responsibility to supply the snacks. You pop into the store after work, leave with your arms full of junk like you looted the place, and the man in front of you in line takes so long you miss the bus and have to wait for the next.

Which leaves you very little time to get ready, so you rush through a shower to rinse off the work grime and grab the first pair of leggings and sweatshirt you see, slip your feet into slides that may or may not be yours, and run down the hall to Jimin’s.

Laughter can be heard from just outside the door—Hobi’s and Jin’s louder than everyone—and it makes you smile. Warmth blooms in your chest, all affection, and it has you feeling terribly fond of this group you’ve cobbled together. Has you smiling wider as you punch in Jimin’s door code and let yourself inside. Has you dropping off the snacks in the kitchen and wanting to hug the first person you find, except one Park Jimin has other plans.

“Why are you wearing Jungkookie’s hoodie?” he says in lieu of a greeting.

You look down. Certainly is Jungkook’s hoodie, mixed in with the clean laundry you hadn’t gotten around to putting away yet, and you’re sure there’s no hiding the way your jaw drops a little. The man in question is across the room, stuck in a conversation about fuck knows what with Taehyung, and he sends you a panicked look that can only be an instruction to lie your ass off. So you huff, say, “What d’you mean? This is mine,” and paint on the most annoyed expression you can conjure.

“It absolutely is not yours,” Jimin retorts.

This time you look annoyed for real. “Ugh, who cares? Since when did you become an expert on our personal belongings?”

When you first met Jimin, you’d been tricked into thinking he was a sweet, innocent angel; the kind of person who would do anything for his loved ones, including not interrogating them over whose clothes they wear. Quickly, you learned this was not the case. Jimin is lovely and kind, but he’s also perceptive as hell and shameless, so he smirks knowingly and answers with, “Since I bought them.”

Which… makes sense, you can admit. You vaguely recall Jungkook’s last birthday and the way he’d gasped and insisted on Jimin returning the hoodie he’d gifted him because it was too expensive and the way Jimin had laughed and waved him off, because Jungkook has always been his favorite and he’s never attempted to hide it. The hoodie you’re wearing now could, theoretically, be that exact gift. It’s definitely soft enough to be made from something expensive.

“Oh,” you reply, changing gears entirely. “Well, you know how it is. Sometimes laundry gets mixed up. I’m sure you and Taehyung have worn each other’s clothes by accident, too.”

Jimin doesn’t buy it, you can tell, but he thankfully drops the issue. Watches you and Jungkook like a hawk for the rest of the night, just waiting to capitalize on any other slip-ups, but you purposely fall into a conversation with Yoongi that’s too boring for any normal human to follow along with, and Jungkook calls dibs on Mario Kart until someone can beat him, so there are no slip-ups to catch.

However, if the one constant of your friend group is that Jungkook is Jimin’s favorite regardless of Taehyung’s pouting, the second is that Jung Hoseok cannot hold his liquor.

He’s four mixed drinks deep, skin flushed and eyes half-lidded with sleep, when he stands on top of Taehyung and Jimin’s coffee table and shouts, for everyone to hear, “Hey, did you guys know Jungkookie started wearing women’s underwear?”

For once, this comes as a complete shock to you, too.

The thing about being in love, Jungkook finds, is that it’s nearly impossible to shut up about it.

He’s trying to be cool. He’s trying to be normal. He feigns delight and care when his coworkers talk about their partners, pretends he’s paying attention and not just waiting for his turn to talk about you. He prints pictures of the two of you off his phone and frames them and displays them at his desk, and all someone has to say is, “That’s a cute picture, Jungkook-ssi—” before all his affection for you erupts out of him like a volcano.

So far he’s been careful. His coworkers are sick of hearing about you, but they’re an outlet for everyone he can’t talk about you with. Like his friends, because he’d decided early on it was better to keep everything a secret for a little bit because he didn’t want things to be weird (and because he’s low-key terrified of Namjoon, because he’s gentle and clumsy but he’s still big) and now he’s regretting it but it feels like it’s gone on too long and he’s in too deep.

Really, it’s no surprise he slips up. Has probably been overdue for one like this for a while.

They’re at the arcade. Taehyung has sunk the last of his disposable income for the week into a claw machine stocked with LINE characters. Wants to win a Sally plushie for Jimin because he says they look alike. It’s cute, the bond they have, platonic soulmates the way you and Namjoon are, and Jungkook is starry-eyed and love-drunk when he heaves a wistful sigh and thinks out loud, “I should win something for her, too.”

The words catch Taehyung so off-guard his hand slips and presses the button to lower the claw. “Press it again,” Jungkook says. “If you double-press the button, it makes the claw stronger. You’ll get it.”

Taehyung is wary, still dazed from Jungkook’s slip-up, but he presses the button again anyway. The claw tightens around Sally’s head and drags her up and out of the pile, drops her into the chute and to Taehyung’s waiting hand. “Oh shit! Jungkookie, you’re a genius. Jimin’s gonna love this.”

“Yeah, sure. Didn’t know you didn’t know that trick or I would’ve told you sooner.”

His hyung nods absentmindedly, distracted with the selfie he’s sending to Jimin with Sally obscuring half his face. “Are you gonna try now?”

Jungkook swallows. “Huh?”

“You said you were gonna win something for someone.”

“No I didn’t,” he lies.

Taehyung’s face drops. Gets all serious when he shoves his phone in his back pocket. “Yes you did. Right before I won this,” he says, large hands wrapped around Sally’s poor neck, clearly strangling her. “You said I should win something for her, too. Who’s ‘her’? Are you seeing someone?”

“I said him, hyung,” he lies again. Is thankful for the garish arcade lights and the way they hide the blush creeping up his neck. “I meant Jimin-hyung.”

“You did not,” Taehyung insists. “You said her, and now you’re trying to gaslight me—”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Feigns exasperation. Swipes his game card and stares his hyung right in the eye as he drops the claw and double-taps, somehow picking up two plushies. Tosses Brown to Taehyung and says, “Tell Jimin his favorite dongsaeng won him that one.”

Tucks Cony safely in his pocket to give to you later, thankful the universe came through for him for once.

You (10:42pm): babe

You (10:42pm): what time do you think you’ll be home?

You (10:43pm): 🍆🍆🍆

Yoongi (11:06pm): What the fuck

You (11:08pm): oh fuck

You (11:08pm): that was NOT meant for you

Yoongi (11:14pm): Fucking obviously

Yoongi (11:14pm): Please do not ever accidentally sext me again

You (11:15pm): gross yoongi

You (11:15pm): that wasn’t a sext

You (11:15pm): i need it for the bokkeum i’m making

Yoongi (11:17pm): At midnight? Fuck off

Yoongi (11:17pm): Trade proposal

Yoongi (11:17pm): You never accidentally sext me again and I won’t tell the rest of our friends you’re secretly dating your roommate

You (11:29pm): it’s not even midnight 🙄

You (11:29pm): but that sounds good to me, thanks!

Hoseok had taught Jungkook how to cook, but not how to bake.

They’d attempted it, once, not long after Jungkook moved to Seoul and was homesick and missing his mom’s yaksik something terrible. Just wanted something that tasted like home, something comforting, and Hoseok had felt so bad for him that he said fuck it, let’s try, what’s the worst that could happen, and the two of them learned very quickly that nearly burning down their kitchen and the rest of their building was, in fact, the worst thing that could happen.

They never tried baking a damn thing after that, individually or together.

Still, there’s a special occasion coming up, so Jungkook asks the only person he trusts to help him.

“You need a cake,” Seokjin intones, swallowing his smile when Jungkook nods and his mop of curls bobbles along. Takes out a notepad to jot down ideas. “What’s the occasion?”

“Um. Just an… occasion.”

Seokjin blinks owlishly. “You just need a cake for an occasion? Do you wanna try again and actually be helpful this time?”

“What does it matter if I’m paying you, hyung?” Jungkook whines. “Aren’t cakes all the same?”

“Not if you want me to decorate it—”

“I don’t.”

“—because what am I supposed to write on it? Happy occasion, person whose name Jungkookie won’t tell me! Do you see how that might not work out for either of us?”

“Again, what does it matter—”

Seokjin looks up from his notepad, brows furrowed. “Are you ordering this for the president? What’s with all the secrecy?”

Jungkook huffs, puts on his Very Serious Face. “I can just take my business elsewhere if you’re going to interrogate me, hyung,” he says, to which Seokjin rolls his eyes, used to Jungkook’s dramatics.

“Be my guest,” he calls his bluff, gesturing to the front door of the bakery. “No one else is going to give you as good a discount as me, though.”

“I bet Junghwan-ssi would,” Jungkook grumbles, low but loud enough for Seokjin to hear, because there isn’t much else Jungkook can say that’d get under his hyung’s skin as much as the mention of his arch nemesis. “I bet I could walk into his bakery right now and explain the whole situation to him and he’d practically give it to me for free, just so it meant you didn’t get my business.”

And it works. Seokjin’s eyes narrow, chest starts heaving. “You wouldn’t,” he accuses, and Jungkook just shrugs, nonplussed, daring Seokjin to find out.

What follows can only be described as a tense standoff: Seokjin behind the counter of his bakery, looking hilariously underdressed for this stalemate in his pink apron, armed only with a pen; Jungkook, looking smug and pleased on the other side, not even knowing what Junghwan’s bakery is called, let alone where it is. The bell above the door chimes and neither breaks eye contact to look, and it’d probably go on like this forever, knowing the two of them, except the person behind Jungkook clears their throat, asks, “Excuse me, are you in line…?” and Seokjin is forced to concede if he wants to stay in business.

The person orders a cake for their daughter’s birthday. Answers each of Seokjin’s questions with certainty and preparedness, and Jungkook doesn’t miss the looks Seokjin shoots at him. See how easy it is to answer simple questions? they say. Why can’t you be like this?

Jungkook can’t be like that because the cake is for your birthday. Which Seokjin knows, because he has all of his friends’ birthdays saved to his phone calendar, but he’s never gone out of his way to get you a cake before so Seokjin will absolutely know something’s up. And as he waits for the person to be done ordering, his heart aches a little, because he wants to tell Seokjin to make you the nicest cake he can. Wants him to pull out all the stops, because it’s your birthday and you deserve it, and he could say all those things if he hadn’t insisted on this stupid secrecy.

Guilt consumes him so entirely he doesn’t notice the person leaving. Doesn’t hear the chime of the bell above the door. Is halfway to spilling the entire story to Seokjin, gets as far as hyung, there’s something I— before Seokjin holds up a hand to stop him.

“What kind of cake would you like, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook deflates. Takes all those transgressions he was about to confess to and shoves them back inside his chest, locks them away. “Whatever you think is best, hyung. Just no nuts.”

And Seokjin smirks knowingly, because there’s only one person he knows with a nut allergy.

[gimmeurtmi]

i cannot explain this emotion — han

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

tags: best friends to lovers, slight angst

warnings: swearing, wrote this on my phone so probs not formatted right, ji is a dumby in this one, reader is flirty.

inspo: the intro to chill (my beloved)

notes: this is my first skz fic so would appreciate your feedback and thoughts <3

{ wc: 3710 }

being best friends with han meant a few sacrifices along the way, like celebrating important occasions over facetime because he was working somewhere twenty thousand miles away, or it was having to take separate cars when going out so people won’t ask too many questions, and sometimes, it was spending the whole afternoon in the jype building bored out of your mind because jisung needed to work (and you enjoyed the quality time anyway.)

really you weren’t complaining, it was all worth it to be friends with someone as kind and as caring and as magnificent as he was. but you would never say anything as cringy as that to him- instead, you’d complain and complain about how bored you were.

“okay, the boys are coming in to record vocals so it’ll be more interesting now,” han promised you, smiling lightly as he dialed lee know’s number.

you liked watching the creative process, especially when it meant jisung had that crease in his brow he always got when he was concentrating hard on something, but who knew the creative process had to be this fucking long. jisung promised it wouldn’t take too long, but as soon as he recorded the first verse he told chan to delete everything and start from scratch.

when minho arrived at the studio, you gave him a big hug and whispered, “save me,” into his ear. he laughed big, his eyes disappearing into themselves as he gave you a quick squeeze on your hips. he asked what you needed him to save you from, using a term that sounded a lot like knight in shining armour and you giggled at him that jisung was keeping you hostage here.

“oh, is he?” he asked lowly, rubbing your shoulder lightly.

“yeah, i mean,” you sighed dramatically, “at least you’re here now so it’s better.”

minho smirked at you, popping up an eyebrow in a silent question.

“minho, can you focus?” han demanded in a sharp tone.

you quickly pulled away from each other and sat by chan and the soundboard, looking on as lee know sang and han gave him instructions and tips on how he wanted it to sound.

he was so specific, your best friend, he stopped lee know time and time again to get the note just right. you weren’t too musical yourself and you couldn’t tell much of a difference between what he did the first time and the fifteenth time—but only after so many times was han finally happy, claiming it was “just like he imagined!”

the sparkles in his eyes as he said that made your tummy do something funny, something you never felt before (and never because of han) and so you coughed lightly and focused on chan and the many sound waves on his monitor.

“right, i think that was it, lee know,” chan said excitedly. they clapped their hands together in celebration, and jisung leaned over to give minho a hug.

“your vocals sound perfect with the hook!” he exclaimed, smiling brightly at his friend.

minho’s face gleamed at that, bowing in acceptance of the compliment.

“right, get felix down here,” chan asked as he clicked a few buttons. jisung quickly called him, and you walked minho out with a smile and for a small catch up.

being best friends with one of the members meant you were close to all of them, and so you spent a few moments asking minho about the new choreography he was working on and if he was coming over for dinner during the weekend.

after a quick hug he had to go to practice a few more moves—just in time for felix to round the corner and spot you.

“y/n!” he smiled, pulling you into a hug and then back into the studio.

the pair of you entered giggling, chan smiling at you as he invited felix to sit down and listen to the guide track.

you were about to sit down on the sofa next to him, as felix was still holding your hand, but as you passed han he grabbed your waist and sat you down on his lap.

“hey,” you whispered at him as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“sorry it’s taking long,” he whispered in your ear—causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. you were sure it wasn’t that cold in the studio, they didn’t turn the aircon on unless absolutely necessary, considering the noises it made could be picked up by the mics.

why were you getting chills?

“don’t worry,” you said, placing your hand on top of jisung’s, the one that was resting on your stomach, “i’m having fun.”

“you weren’t having so much fun when it was just me and chan,” he said, and you could almost detect a whine in his voice.

“because you guys were doing boring things. now it’s fun,” you turned to him slightly, so you could see his pout and his shiny lips and how his cheeks looked chubby when he was making his pout bigger, “it’s cool watching you take control of everything and tell the boys how to do it right.”

han looked away from you. “just my job,” he shrugged.

“ooooh!” felix let out when the guide track was finished, “this sounds cool!”

jisung tapped you on your hips, a sign for you to get up, and you took your chair by chan again as felix downloaded the lyrics document onto his phone.

han explained what he wanted, and felix gave it a try, asking questions and making sure his flow was just right.

you watched as han’s eyes followed the lyrics closely, making sure each one was delivered correctly, his head bopping along to the beat they created only an hour ago, right in front of you.

then it was hyunjin’s turn, and then it was changbin, and one by one the members came in to record their vocals.

each time you were amazed by your best friend’s abilities.

this wasn’t the first time you’ve watched him do this—you even saw him create a whole song on his laptop while you were doing your makeup before going out to a party together. you’ve seen him do amazing things, but there was something about him correcting seungmin on his note delivery that made your brain implore you to jump into his lap again.

of course, you ignored that insane instinct and remained in your chair instead. but still, you watched as he told the lead vocalist how to sing his song in the best way possible.

you weren’t sure when you started doing it, but your finger was slowly moving against your lips as you studied han closer and closer. you weren’t even sure why you were doing it.

“y/n,” chan said, snapping you out of your daydream—that involved a lot more of jisung’s lap.

“yeah?” you asked, looking around them. chan laughed.

“we’re taking a break and then we just need to put everything together. food?”

“sure,” you got up, quickly making your way over to your best friend and grabbing his hand. “is there much left?”

“maybe thirty minutes,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “why?”

“no reason,” you shrugged, grabbing his bicep with your spare hand as the pair of you followed chan to the cafeteria. “just wanna cuddle you for a bit.”

jisung giggled, fixing the beanie on his head a few times. “we can do that while chan finishes everything.”

you grinned at him.

“you’re really talented,” you said, seemingly out of nowhere. jisung looked at you, his mouth a perfect o shape as shock took over his face.

“are you moving away or something?”

“what?” you laughed.

“you’re being so nice to me, wanting to cuddle and giving me compliments. is this the last time i’m gonna see you?” he asked, fake panic in his voice.

“it better not be,” you warned him, before you felt the need to say, “bro.”

“don’t worry, bro,” jisung said, his hand falling from yours as he sat down by the table, “we’re gonna be friends forever.”

for some reason you couldn’t explain, that sentence didn’t make you as happy as it used to.

later that night, after the track was finished and you fell asleep on the sofa in the studio, jisung dragged you back to their dorm.

by the time you made it back there, you were almost more sleepy than you were before, and the pair of you didn’t say much to each other as you silently took some of the spare clothes you keep in jisung’s closet and went to wash up. you’ve done this many many times before, and so, it wasn’t at all weird when you ran into hyunjin in the corridor, clutching your dirty clothes in your hand.

“yay,” he said silently as he saw you, “this means we’re getting pancakes in the morning?”

you laughed at him, even through your sleep strained voice, “only if you’re nice to me in the morning.”

“of course mrs. han,” he bowed at you. you shook your head at him, giving hyunjin a shove at the stupid nickname he decided to stick to you. it never bothered you before—but when he said it now your chest felt tighter all of a sudden.

with one final middle finger his way, you walked back to jisung’s room and easily climbed into his bed and under the covers. he then went out to wash up, the smell of him surrounding you and a sudden realisation your heart was beating so strong you could feel it in your ears.

what was happening?

nothing about this was out of the ordinary, it was so normal in fact that neither of you needed to talk about you sleeping over anymore—it was just so obvious.

why were you… nervous?

you didn’t have much time to think about it before jisung came back, the smell of peppermint strong around him as he sunk down under the covers, a hand routinely laying over your stomach.

you couldn’t help but wonder if he tasted like peppermint, too.

the thought scared you so much you jolted away from him, quickly turning your back to him to cover it up in any way you could (and the warm blush on your cheeks).

“are you ovulating?” he asked after a few minutes.

“what?” you nearly yelled, turning around to make sure he actually asked that.

“you’re just being super weird today, i thought maybe you’re stressed or hormonal or something. i have chocolate in the fridge if you want me to get some?”

“i’m not ovulating,” you said quickly, leaning back into your spot.

“are you in pain?”

“ji, it really has nothing to do with my period,” you shoved him lightly, rolling your eyes at his theory.

“then why are you being weird?” he whined, placing his hand back on your stomach now that he knew it was safe to do so, and nuzzling his face into your neck. you froze.

“i’m not being weird,” you said, your voice sounding nothing short of robotic.

“you are,” he pouted. “you’re not hugging me back and i don’t think i upset you so what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you promised him, bringing your hand around his shoulder to prove a point. his pout had turned into a smile, the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen on him. his eyes closed as he nuzzled closer to you, his smile reaching his cheeks. you couldn’t stop the whimper leaving your lips.

jisung’s eyes shot open.

“you are in pain,” he said, or more like demanded. he leaned up on his hands, hovering over you as he checked if there was anything wrong with you.

“it’s just… i just can’t really explain it.”

“chlamydia?” he said with the most serious nod he could master.

“ji!!” you yelled at him, slapping his chest a few times as he giggled at you.

“just tell meee,” he whined, shaking you lightly with the hand still on your stomach.

“no, you won’t get it.”

“please?”

“no,”

“pleeeaaaassssseeee—“

“—fine!” you yelled.

at that jisung smiled, shaking you again in excitement. he manoeuvred himself so he had his chin resting on both hands, his eyebrows high in curiosity.

“i have a crush,” you said quickly, before you could take it back.

“oh,” he said, his chubby cheeks sinking lightly. “minho?”

“um, no,” you said slowly.

“who? i can talk to them if you need,” he offered, a very small smile on his face.

“no, uh, no. forget i said anything.”

you quickly turned your back to him, your heart beating much faster than you believed was humanly possible as you took in a deep breath.

what the fuck were you thinking telling him something like that? han has been your best friend for years and you can’t throw that away because of a stupid crush. no. this was ridiculous.

“what if i’m ovulating,” he said, breaking the silence.

“you can’t biologically do that,” you explained calmly.

jisung hummed, moving closer to you again and draping a hand over your waist.

“well, i’ve been really hungry lately—“

“—you’re always hungry,”

“yeah, but i’ve been angry too. then i realised it was jealousy.”

your heart fluttered.

“jealousy?”

“every time one of the members talked to you today it annoyed me. do you get that when you’re ovulating?”

“ji,” you giggled, turning around to face him, “i don’t think that has anything to do with your non-existent uterus, and you’re probably just jealous your best friend gets all the attention.”

“i want you to want my attention,” he said, lowly.

you froze.

“goodnight,” he said, after what felt like five minutes.

“goodnight, ji,” you sighed, and for the first time ever the pair of you didn’t cuddle as you slept.

the next morning you made pancakes just like you promised hyunjin, but by the time you were done and called everyone for breakfast—jisung wasn’t there. you knew he wasn’t there when you woke up alone, but you figured he just went to work out. but by now changbin was back, saying, “jisung went out to do a few things, he wanted me to say bye to you.”

“bye?” you asked, as you gave the pancakes out into each of the housemate’s plates.

“yeah, we’re flying tomorrow to tokyo for some press.”

“oh.”

that’s the first time you’ve heard of them doing anything in tokyo this week—let alone tomorrow, but you simply nodded and ate your pancakes in silence.

you: ur not saying bye?

quokki: busy today. see you when we get back

you knew now you never should’ve told han about your crush. he must’ve figured out it was him and now he wanted nothing to do with you. you couldn’t explain why, but you would’ve preferred it if jisung could’ve just told you he didn’t like you that way than running away from you altogether. you much preferred rejection than not even getting a goodbye hug. but then—wasn’t this his way of rejection you anyway?

the boys got back from tokyo five days later, five days you spent without even talking to your best friend. that never happened before. jisung always made a point of calling you before bed or sending you pretty pictures of things he’s seen throughout the day that he wanted to share with you. sometimes he’d send you voice recordings to summarise his days or an event they just filmed. he’d always keep you in the loop.

not this time.

after five days, you knew they were back home because minho sent you a message inviting you to a nice dinner at his dorm with everyone. of course you happily agreed to come, excited to see your friends again. still, it was an ache you couldn’t explain when you realised jisung could’ve told you about these plans but he decided not to.

why was he giving you the silent treatment?

but jisung would be there tonight, and at least you’d get to see him, and maybe you’d find out his phone was stolen or broken or he has some sort of amnesia and that’s why he’s being the worst friend ever lately.

you wish you never told him about your stupid crush.

minho opened the door after a few knocks, letting you into the dorm with a smile and a quick hug.

“how was japan?” you asked with a smile, rubbing his back briefly before you pulled away.

minho told you excitedly about the food he had there, and about how he knows he’s getting better at the language because it was so much easier to understand people this time around, and when he moved aside to let you in you saw jisung sat by the kitchen island.

as soon as he saw you he rolled his eyes, mumbled of course to himself and grabbed his phone, burying his head inside it.

so he didn’t lose it.

you wanted to gasp at his reaction, you wanted to scream at him that he was a shitty friend, but you just stood there instead.

“do you know what,” minho started, looking between the pair of you, “i thought i was gonna pretend but i’m not. i’m leaving, sort it out.”

and then minho took his jacket and just left the pair of you together in the kitchen.

it was then you realised the other boys were definitely not there and minho wasn’t preparing any dinner.

you turned to leave, not wanting to stay in a room with someone who was clearly upset with you over something you can’t control, and grabbed the door knob.

as soon as you did, you heard a loud key turning from the other side of the door.

so he locked you two in here.

you turned around with a huff, making a beeline towards the sofa and plopping yourself down on it.

“sorry he left,” jisung said after ten minutes of silence. you knew it was ten minutes because the watch on the wall was ticking away happily—the only sound in the room until jisung spoke.

“okay?” you said, because you didn’t know what to say, and looked at him in curiosity.

“i’m sure you were looking forward to spending time with him,” he nodded in understanding.

“who?”

“minho,” jisung said, more or less defeated—as if in acceptance.

“what?” you sighed, “i was looking forward to spending time with my best friend, but i think he left too.”

“you don’t wanna spend time with your crush?” you swallowed deeply. was he really gonna make you stop referring to him as his best friend? was he that disgusted by it that he didn’t accept the title anymore?

“look, i don’t care about a silly crush if i’ll lose you over it,” you huffed out, running your hands through your hair, “i’ll absolutely ignore it and never say anything about it again and definitely won’t act on it, i promise. just please stop whatever you’re doing.”

you weren’t too proud to beg, and jisung meant the whole world to you. so yeah, you’d ignore these feelings that would soon pass if it meant your friendship would prevail.

“jagiya,” he sighed, a nickname he only kept for important moments, “i’m not asking you to do that.”

he got up, made his way over to the sofa and sat down right beside you. you wanted to leap into his arms and hold him for five days but you decided that might be breaking your promise so you held back instead.

“you should act on it! you should tell him how you feel and see what he says and you shouldn’t ignore it just for our friendship. our friendship can last anything, especially something like this,” he promised.

“act on it?” you had to ask.

“yeah, like, kiss him or something,” he shrugged, unable to quite look you in the eye.

“kiss?” you all but whispered. was he asking you to kiss him?

han knew about your crush on him and he was telling you to act on it. that your friendship would survive it. kiss him.

so you trusted your best friend’s advise (you always did) and leaned forward. you planted a soft kiss on jisung’s incredibly soft lips, kissed him for only a moment, then pulled away.

jisung sat frozen in front of you, his eyes gaped as his mouth sat in a small, surprised circle.

“oh,” he said after a moment, “oh! oh, oh. oh!”

“what?” your eyebrows knitted together, as jisung kept saying oh with his hands on his head.

“i’m your crush?!”

“who did you think my crush was?” you almost yelled.

“minho,” jisung yelled back.

“what? no! it’s you,” you got up, grabbing his shoulder and shaking it, “that’s why you ignored me this whole week and didn’t say bye after i confessed.”

“no!” jisung shook your shoulder back, “you started stuttering when i asked if it was lee know and when i said i want your attention you said nothing so you like him! i ignored you because i was too jealous.”

you slapped his chest. “jealous?”

“i was jealous of your crush,” he sighed, grabbing your wrist to stop you from slapping him again.

“you’re my crush!” you yelled, frustrated at how silly your best friend was being this whole time.

“i know that now!” he yelled back.

“am i your crush?” you kept yelling.

“how else can you explain my stupid reaction?” he laughed, trying to fight back your hands that were aiming to slap him anywhere you could find.

“you’re always stupid,” you accused.

“you’re stupid!” he maturely countered.

“kiss me again, then, stupid,” you giggled, not giving up on your attempt to shove at his chest.

at that, jisung giggled, before he let go of your wrists and snaked his hands around your waist.

he leaned down to press his lips against yours, softly and sweetly, before he pulled away again.

“so i’m your crush?” he asked again, just to confirm.

“if you stop kissing me again for a silly question you won’t be anymore,” you threatened, empty, but jisung took you seriously all the same, and quickly grabbed your cheek so he could lean into you easily.

you suppose this made up for the week you spent apart.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Hunt x Nesta - Chapter 8

The sounds of the shower roused Hunt from sleep. Since Nesta had discovered that her cell could access music at any moment, she was unstoppable. A symphony blasted through the wall; violins were reaching their crescendo alongside a barrage of brass instruments that were accompanied by a flurry of percussion. Then the cannons came as she turned off the shower.

Releasing a groan, he rolled onto his side to check his cell. Eight messages. All from Nesta at various points in the morning whilst he still slept. Each one made him laugh.

‘Hey, when you text, you don’t need to write an address line or a sign off. I know it’s from you because I have your contact saved,’ he explained as she entered with a towel wrapped around her body.

‘What do you mean?’

Hunt motioned for her cell that was churning out another classical song. ‘What am I saved as?’

Nesta paused the music. ‘I don’t know. Plus five zero five eight two-’

He yelped like he’d been shot and threw himself down. ‘You didn’t even save my number? Do I mean nothing?’

‘I don’t know how.’

With Ruhn’s number, he showed Nesta how to save it. He pulled a photo from the web of Ruhn being arrested before he was legal to drink – of course, his daddy had the charges scrubbed but the photo remained – and saved him as the Prince of Pricks.

‘There, now try with me.’

A devious smile flitted over her lovely face as she stood in the middle of the room typing at the speed of a snail.

‘That index finger is getting quite a workout,’ he commented.

Surprising him, she raised her middle finger.

For the second time that morning, Hunt collapsed back onto the pillows, laughter rumbling out of him. ‘Who the Hel taught you that?’

‘We have that in my world.’ She flashed the phone towards him.

His contact name had been updated to Orion Athalar – my favourite angel along with as many emojis as the name would allow. The picture was of him shirtless with ridiculously fluffy wings.

‘You said you’d deleted those, liar.’

‘I’m leaving today. I need a memory to keep.’

‘You’re taking the cell with you to plug in where exactly?’

Nesta shrugged and pressed it to her chest. ‘I will invent electricity in my world so I can always look at these photographs.’

There was no doubt in his mind that Nesta could do anything that she set her mind to. He couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person she’d be if she stayed in Lunathion. They’d stayed up late in each other’s arms talking for hours; Nesta had wanted to know everything about him and the land she was leaving behind. They’d talked about university for over an hour with Nesta needing to know what could be studied, what the fees were, who could study, when it could be studied, and what happened upon graduation. Hunt had listened to her talk about Prythian but most of it left him seething. Nesta couldn’t tell him anything about the place she lived because they stuck her in a fucking house and cut off her funds so that she was entirely dependent on the king and his lackey. That one, Cassian, he’d quite like to meet so he could knock him into next week. She’d grown upset when she talked of her sister whose pregnancy would cause her death. Beyond kidnapping a couple of surgeons and a midwife, Hunt didn’t know what to do to help. The male, Cassian, who forced her on a hike as punishment for telling her sister the truth deserved to be punched. He didn’t like any of these fae males, but this one sounded like the worst.

He'd even come clean about Micah and the awful things he did to inch towards freedom. In a way, Hunt wanted her to be repulsed or to pull away then at least it would soften the blow of her departure. But this damn female just said that she understood why he did it and held him a little tighter.

‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

Nesta snickered. ‘Don’t tempt me, Hunt.’

It wouldn’t be that hard to adjust. He’d grown up in a time when technology was near enough non-existent then emerged from a dungeon and everybody had cell phones or were driving cars. He’d cope again going backwards. Anything was possible with her at his side. But maybe Hunt would cause a few too many fights with the fae that ruled her.

‘Just stop letting them put you in danger and using you. Or I’ll fly all the way there and kick their asses.’

Hunt sat her down on the edge of the bed to start drying her hair. She was nervous about him doing it although he thought he did a fabulous job of his own. Truly, he was desperate to do it. Nesta was leaving back to a world where the male that she was tangled with didn’t seem to care for her at all. He needed to show her that males could be gentle – that it was a choice not to be caring. He wanted to dry her hair and take care of her because that was a male’s duty – not fucking her then leaving with his seed still dripping from her.

Vik was expecting them when Hunt took Nesta through a private entrance into the Comitium that was strictly for workers only. Worker was laughable. The slave’s entrance was a better name for it.

‘The sword and the Harp as promised. And I don’t need to remind either of you that it would be a good idea for Nesta to return today, do I?’

‘No, mom,’ Hunt replied, kicking her boot lightly.  

‘And I needn’t advise you that walking through Lunathion with a sword will likely have you arrested.’

Hunt frowned. ‘Danika Fendyr and Ruhn Danaan do it.’

‘They’re leaders of the aux and will be the heads of their species one day,’ Vik said.

Sensing Hunt was about to argue with Vik, Nesta rested a hand on his forearm. ‘I’d rather spend my last hours here with you rather than in an interrogation room.’

‘I’d still be there. We can play cops and robbers.’

‘Gross,’ muttered Vik before she turned back to her computer.

For once, Nesta had left most of her hair down. She’d pulled it from her temples with a twist and a couple of hair pins. Paired with a pale blue summer dress, she was utterly stunning. But his dreams of strolling through Lunathion with her again hit a snag when Micah’s name flashed on his cell.

‘You should answer that,’ she said, peering at the name.

‘I want this day with you.’

Nesta pushed the phone towards him. ‘I’d be glad for time with my thoughts. Answer that. Do whatever it is you need to do. We can meet later.’

‘I’ll fly those to the hotel,’ he said, gesturing to her returned items.

Nesta kissed his fingers then strode into the sun, hips swaying as she went.

***

How many different ways could Nesta try to convince Hunt to leave with her – or for him to ask her to stay. She didn’t want to impose. She’d done that enough already on his life. But if Hunt asked her to stay… No, she couldn’t. Feyre was dying. What sort of sister would she be if she left her in those final moments?

Nesta sighed.

The same sister they all believed her to be; worthless, spoilt, and needing redemption.

A shadow bumped into her arm then a figure took up the seat beside her on the bench. Ruhn Danaan wore his typical black jeans and t-shirt with a pair of sunglasses to protect his hungover eyes from the bright sunlight.

‘It’s very loud,’ he said, wincing.

Children were playing at the park where Nesta’s feet had taken her to. Their squeals and joy made her think of the children who never stood a chance in Prythian; the ones who were exposed to war, Illyrian girls who were clipped and beaten.

‘I didn’t think you would come.’

‘And miss the chance to say goodbye?’

Following Hunt’s advice, Nesta had sent a text that merely asked Ruhn to meet her – and she received a reply asking who it was in return. Then another saying if they had once had a date, he wasn’t the sort of guy to want to settle down and he was sorry.

‘I need to return this.’ Nesta held out Tristan Flynn’s credit card. ‘I’d like to keep the cell phone. If that’s alright.’

‘Of course you can. Flynn will be devastated you gave this to me and not him.’

A messenger otter scurried along then stopped in front of Ruhn, brandishing a letter. Nesta couldn’t stop her fawning.

‘Tharion Ketos. What a weasel,’ he muttered, pocketing the letter.

‘I wish we had those.’

‘Mer?’

Nesta tutted. ‘Otters. We have otters, but not ones that wear little jackets and deliver letters.’

Ruhn gave a slight laugh then folded his arms over his chest. He looked at her, really looked at her. ‘You don’t want to go back, do you?’

Everything suddenly felt hot and painful. Nesta tipped her face upwards, blinking as quickly as she could to keep from crying. Ruhn stroked her bare arm.

‘I can’t sugar coat it. My father will not stop until he finds out who you are. You’re technically under his jurisdiction as one of the fae. Hunt is a slave – there isn’t much he can do for you. If Micah sells his ass to Sandriel, he won’t be here.’ Ruhn winced. ‘Is it really better here for you than there?’

Yes, she thought. Because I can be somebody here. I can study and learn and be my own person without history trailing me. And I’d have Hunt.

‘I have to go,’ she said. ‘I know I have to.’

‘Let me walk you back to your hotel at least.’

Despite the beauty of the day, Nesta had gone cold and hollow with every step closer to the hotel.

Nesta steeled her wounded heart. She held the pieces together even if they felt like they would shatter from the force. It wasn’t fair.

‘How much would it cost to buy Hunt?’

Ruhn let out a whistle. ‘The Umbra Mortis?’

‘What if I offered my Harp or my sword?’

‘It might sweeten the deal but Hunt Athalar is one of a kind.’

Visions of her putting on the Mask or Crown and forcing Micah to release Hunt to her came to Nesta. It was a bad idea, but a tempting one. There had to be some way for them to be together. Maybe destiny was forged by their own hands.

‘That Harp of yours,’ Ruhn said. ‘It wouldn’t be related to the Horn, would it?’

‘Why would it be?’

Ruhn shrugged. ‘It’s just that the Horn went missing the other day. I came to see you just afterwards and you looked pretty panicked. Then Athalar appeared looking sweaty just after there was a freak lightning storm at Luna’s Temple.’

‘How odd.’

‘Odd indeed.’

On an instinct, Ruhn grabbed the strap of her dress with two fingers at the edge of a busy road without a crossing. Nesta hadn’t quite mastered it yet, but she knew not to walk out now – but his care was appreciated.

‘I heard it’s broken anyway,’ Nesta said with an airy tone. ‘It wouldn’t be any use to the person who now has it.’

‘Unless they knew how to create Made items like a magic sword that doesn’t like me.’

‘What would it mean if there was somebody in Lunathion who could create Made items – theoretically, Ruhn?’

The hotel came into view and they slowed their pace to finish their theoretical conversation. Ruhn pretended to stroke an imaginary beard then slung an arm around her as they walk so he could lean towards her ear and speak in a whisper.  

‘If the Asteri knew there was somebody with those powers in Lunathion, they’d be the public’s most wanted. And Hunt Athalar would be ordered to bring them in dead or alive. I don’t think that theoretical person would want the Umbra Mortis in that situation, would they?’

There was no telling if Hunt could disobey direct orders although she knew he’d try. For her, he’d try. And she couldn’t do that to him.

At the doors to the hotel, they stopped opposite each other. Amidst the vibrant colours of his tattoos, Nesta could make out damaged, scarred skin.

‘I’m sorry that it can’t be the way you want it.’

Nesta offered a half-smile that felt like a veneer slapped over a rotting foundation. ‘Do any of us ever get what we deserve?’

‘Maybe in another life.’

This was her other life, her other chance. When Ruhn embraced her, she didn’t know how to respond because the males here treated her with kindness without expectation.

‘I’ll tell Flynn you love him. He can peddle that story about unrequited love to simpering females.’

‘Goodbye Ruhn.’

***

Five names. Five names for him to kill.

Hunt felt sick from it. Sick with himself. Because five on one night was more names than he usually had in half a year. He shouldn’t rejoice in death, but it would shave off a little more of his debt.

He was wrong for it. Wrong for being glad that he could exchange a life for his debt.

Nesta deserved better than that. Better than a slave. A killer. A worthless male.

When he met her in the hotel room, he didn’t mention that he could smell Ruhn Danaan on her clothes despite her desire to spend time alone. He’d let her keep that secret if he could keep his. She might have held him last night and waved away his debt to Micah as something he couldn’t control, but it was Hunt’s action that led him to this point. Nobody forced him to lead a rebellion. And it wasn’t just killing. A single bullet to the head was merciful; the sorts of death Micah had him enact would send Nesta running from him.

Hunt bundled up his grief and disgust. He could hold it back for a few hours. Give her a good few hours before she returned. Let Nesta go home beneath a golden sky rather than his storm.

‘I did something. I think.’

Nesta held out the Horn to him which was glowing with an iridescent light. Faintly, he could feel a thrum of magic through his core.

‘How?’

‘The sword is a Made item. Made by me. I was Made by the Cauldron then took its power.’ Nesta swallowed then looked at him. ‘I fixed it Hunt. It can open to new worlds. It’s a safer bet than the Harp. I fixed it.’

‘If anybody could fix a relic that is thousands of years old, it would be you,’ he said, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

Every now and then, a silver flame would skitter across the instrument that she clutched in her hands. The Harp would hum in unison with it. Whoever – whatever – Nesta was, Hunt didn’t care.

‘Are you going to blow it?’

Despite her nod, Nesta didn’t move for a while, just stared at him with wide eyes.

‘It’s alright if you’re scared. I’ll be with you.’ He kissed her forehead and the Horn buzzed between them like a hornet. ‘I’m talking to Nesta, not you.’

*** ‘Ready?’ She wanted Hunt to call it off, to tell her to stay at his side until the stars fell. No matter his warnings about the Asteri or Micah or the Autumn King, none of it could be as bad as what was waiting for her in Prythian. A vengeful queen, a sister who was to die, and a high lord who only wanted her to suffer. It didn’t matter what danger she faced in Lunathion because with Hunt at her side, anything was possible. There was no storm they couldn’t weather together.

Hunt squeezed her knee. ‘Ready. To the stars.’

Pursing her lips, Nesta touched the horn to her lips and blew.

A pathetic, raspberry echoed through the horn.

She glanced at Hunt, heat building in her cheeks, and saw that he was screwing his face up. After a moment, he burst into riotous laughter.

‘What was that?’ He asked between his booming laugh.

She found herself laughing in answer, infected by his merriment. ‘I’ve never blown a horn before. I don’t know how to do it.’

Hunt slapped his thigh, trying to right himself. ‘Not like that!’

The pair of them lost it. Whatever tension had been clinging to the room soon evaporated as Nesta tried again and again to put her lips towards the horn. Each time she pouted or made a trumpeting noise, Hunt roared with laughter, setting her off too.

‘Stop looking at me because you’re putting me off.’

Tears rolled down Hunt’s cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut although a large grin spread across his handsome face.

Nesta pulled out her phone and searched how to blow a horn. In a world where knowledge was at her fingertips, it seemed terribly wasteful not to utilise it.

‘Maybe the Horn is still broken, Starlight.’

But it couldn’t be because her magic had been drawn to it and the Horn had been buzzing with possibilities since.

‘I can do it,’ she insisted.

‘I know you can,’ he replied, touching her leg again. ‘Not looking again.’

Easing out a breath, Nesta formed her lips in the shape her cell phone told her to. A low, well-held note emitted from the top of the horn.

Hunt whispered her name.

Near the wall, a great portal had opened, its edges rimmed with her silver flames. Rather than offering a view of Crescent City, Nesta saw into the library in the House of Wind. There was her favoured arm chair with the foot rest pulled close by. A little stack of books that she’d pulled out a couple of weeks earlier was upon the three-legged table.

‘You did it,’ he praised, stroking her cheek. ‘Is there anything you can’t do, you wonderful girl?’

Nesta grasped for him, too emotional to speak. Her hands reached for his face, pulling it to hers to kiss one final time. Strands of his hair fell onto her cheek as they kissed and she stretched out a hand to brush the inside of his wing one last time.

‘Mother above, what the fuck.’

She leapt away from Hunt, startled by the voice.

Lucien Vanserra stood in the library opposite them, peering into the hotel room, a full cup and saucer held in his hand.

Hunt braced his legs then lightning wreathed his body.

‘No,’ Nesta urged. ‘This is my sister’s mate.’

His voice took on a lethal edge. ‘This is Rhysand?’

‘Definitely not,’ called Lucien.

‘Elain’s mate. The eye.’

‘The eye,’ confirmed Hunt, finally taking in the golden eye and the scar rippling down Lucien’s face which was paler than usual.

‘We thought you were dead or kidnapped or trapped in the Prison.’

‘Surprise,’ Hunt said drily.

They passed the bag through first to test it. Lucien, baffled and muttering to himself, waited on the Prythian side to accept it. Maybe it was odd to keep all of the clothes from Lunathion as they’d have no place, but Nesta didn’t want to part with anything from her week there. Everything was taken from her in the war, so she wanted to keep this.

When the Harp and Atraxia were passed through safely, she said it was her turn.

The portal was too high for her step through easily so Hunt lifted her over it and Lucien, gingerly, accepted her on the other side, lowering her to the floor as if she was a sack of potatoes.

‘I think if I blow the Horn again, it will close it.’

She lifted it near to her lips. ‘Don’t make me laugh this time.’

‘It’s my last chance. I have to,’ Hunt insisted, brown eyes sparkling with joy.

But when Nesta did press the Horn closer, the amusement drained from Hunt’s expression, accepting it was the end.

A single note emitted and the flames collapsed in on themselves, leaving Nesta with a view of the tall windows in the library. She dropped the Horn then sank to her knees and wept.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy fuck, yall. SO MUCH happened. Had to delete Tumblr for a day (or, as it turns out, like, 8) but I’m back!! Y’all get TWO parts today and then another in two days to keep us on schedule.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Dinner is filled with raised voices, back and forth, thinking of and discarding plan after plan, until an agreement is reached. Joyce takes her kids home soon after, and helps ferry some of the other kids as well. Nancy takes Mike and Robin. Steve winks at Robin as she leaves, resulting in her sticking her tongue out at him.

Then it’s just Steve and Eddie, Alli having given Steve a look before taking her leave and heading upstairs to her room.

“So,” Eddie says with a grin, holding up his lunchbox.

Steve swallows the noise that wants to come out. “Please,” he says instead, leading the way to the back door before freezing just inside, realizing what had happened just a few days ago. “Um,” he says embarrassedly, “how do you feel about roofs?”

Eddie gives him an odd little look before replying. “In general?” He asks, though his smile reveals he knows what Steve means.

Steve chuckles. “Y’know what? If you have actual opinions, I want to hear them.”

“D’you know they’re made differently depending on where you are? Because the type of weather? They’re steeper here than in, say, Florida, ‘cause we get snow and Florida doesn’t, and snow is heavy and can cause your roof to cave in if too much settles on top. Also if you live in areas that get a lot of snow, don’t grow weed in your attic, ‘cause the heat will cause the snow to melt on just that one part of your roof.”

Steve blinks. “That’s… actually really interesting.”

Eddie grins. “Isn’t it?” His grin falls when Steve opens the door to his room. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, Stevie-boy, ‘cause I’ve got opinions on your room.”

Steve sighs. “I think I’ve probably heard it all before, but go right ahead. Surprise me. You’re good at that anyways.”

Eddie gives him another odd look before looking around. “Seriously, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. I mean, it’ll be hard, but-”

Steve snorts. “No, go ahead, I wanna hear it.”

He wanders over to the desk, picks up the phone, and brings it to his ear before saying to Steve, “the seventies are calling. It wants…” he gestures around, “all of this back.”

Steve snorts, drawing a hand over his face to hold in a laugh. “That all you got?”

“Hey, that was a good one,” Eddie retorts, then looks around again as his smile falls. “I dunno, man. I get that I don’t really know you, but… this doesn’t really feel like you.” He tilts his head. “Besides maybe that car,” he gestures to the picture, “but… is that the stock photo?”

Steve hums. “Probably. My mom decorated it. I didn’t have much say. Well,” he considers, “any say, really.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Can I ask about them?”

“Who?”

“Your parents.”

“Oh.” Steve shrugs. “Sure. There’s not much to say. They’re not terrible, just… absent. I mean, my dad can be an asshole sometimes, but that’s just dads, right? But he’s always gone on business trips and my mom thinks he’s cheating on her—she’s probably not wrong, by the way—so she goes with him.”

Eddie blinks. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Steve snorts. “Well, his name is Richard.”

Eddie’s eyes light up. “His one redeeming feature.”

“His name?”

“Exactly what it says on the tin,” Eddie nods.

He’s so earnest, so ridiculous, Steve can’t hold back the laugh. He leads Eddie out onto the roof, extending him a hand as he crawls out the window and staying behind him as they crawl up, a misguided hope of being able to catch Eddie if he were to fall.

They make it up unscathed, however, and Steve watches as Eddie lights a pre-rolled blunt, taking the first drag and releasing it—and the tension in his shoulders—before handing it over to Steve, who inhales deeply before immediately coughing. “Fuck, man,” he says, laughing, “I forgot I haven’t smoked much yet.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Yeah? You do it a lot in four years?”

Steve shrugs. “Not a lot, maybe, but definitely more.”

Eddie hums in response before accepting the joint back. “So tell me,” he says after a few minutes. “We’re actually friends? Or ‘s this more of a keep your friends close and your enemies closer type thing?”

Steve huffs a laugh. “I can definitely see how you’d think that,” he admits. “But no, this is… it’s friends. We’re friends. Or I’d like to be, at least.”

Eddie grins at him. “You don’t seem too bad,” he teases. “I guess I could stand being friends with you.”

“Oh, well I’m so glad I meet your standards.” He grins lazily before taking another hit. “If it makes more sense to you this way, we can just say this is reason enough,” he says, holding the joint up. “Cause man, I tried another dealer, and I dunno what he had but it sure as hell wasn’t this.”

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[l0vergirlv0mit]

Before Today

Inspired by: Before Today by Everything But The Girl

Pairing: college!Hazel Callahan X reader

Summary: You just can’t get over your ex and frequently confide in your best friend Isabel. This leads her to pulls some strings to try and make her best friend happy again…

Warnings: 18+ mdni, kinda toxic!reader (if you squint), breaking up, fingering, oral r!reciving,

Authors notes: first time writing so it prob sucks. It was super fun to write though. Thanks for reading <3

3 months. That’s how long it’s been since the start of you and Hazels no contact agreement. You decided you couldn’t be her friend after your break up. You couldn’t stomach the idea of being her friend and watching her give her attention to another girl. You wanted the feelings to go away but they never did.

But now you stare at your phone feeling your whole body go numb with fear. Your finger lingers over the unblock button.

You still haven’t been able to get over the way her hands felt when she’d hold your face and call you pretty. The way her laugh rang in your ears when you made a joke sending a wave of pride to your chest .The way her lips felt on your neck, whispering how much she wanted you.

You had to set your phone down to slow your breathing, your eyes filled with tears. Thinking back to when it all fell apart. It was completely your fault.

You couldn’t stop the self destructive chain of events that night. You had a fight that completely blew up in your face. You were looking for a fight wanting to give reason to the emotions you were feeling. You had been upset over reason outside of your relationship and just couldn’t let yourself be happy.

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“Are you seriously bringing this up again.” Hazel looked at you with no expression she was tired, very tired, leaned over the counter with her face in her hands. “Well yeah I mean you flirted with her in front of my fucking face HAZEL. Like am I just supposed to get over that.” Your tone full of venom. “I told you a million fucking times I wasn’t flirting with her I was ACTUALLY politely telling her I have a girlfriend. So yeah get the fuck over it.” She replies your eyebrows furrow. “Ohhh yeah that’s why you we’re laughing at everything she said, should’ve twirled your hair and kicked your feet while you were at it.”

She rolled her eyes and stood up walking over to you. She got within a couple inches of your face looking down at you slightly. “What’s your goal here huh?” She spoke in a soft deep voice. “Is this your fucked up way of pushing me away? You don’t wanna be with me?” She bumps your chest with her finger and it makes you unbelievably angry.

“Maybe I don’t.” You didn’t even mean it but it was too late to take it back. Without another word she picked up her jacket she left on your settee and ran out of the door. Slamming it so hard the wall shook.

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You had met up to talk about the fight the day after it had happened deciding it was best to put the relationship on “pause”. Trying to keep it as civil as possible given your mutual friends and inability to hate her.

You had heard about her going out with girl after girl from Isabel. You knew it was her way to fill the void you tried doing the same at the start but got to frustrated deciding on studying 24/7 instead.

Josie and Isabel were you and Hazels informants for each other without either of you knowing. Giving you unsolicited updates when either of you had called in tears over how much you missed one another.

The thought of her going out with so many different girls got to you even when Isabel would call the girls ugly to make you feel better. It especially hurt when you found yourself scrolling through the folder of photos you kept of dates and pictures of her. You couldn’t bring yourself to delete it. Pictures of her trying to stop smiling long enough to kiss you. Those destroyed you.

You pick your phone up again and unblock her turning your brain off for as long as you can. You noticed she didn’t have you blocked and you followed her again. Trying to do these actions as fast as possible to not let the anxiety strangle you. Letting out the biggest exhale you could you turn your phone off and go to bed.

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Hazel had followed you back by the next morning but nothing else came of it. Of course this had you ecstatic but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully make contact. A week later Isabel had invited you out to a party with full knowledge that Hazel was going to be there.

“Y/n what are you gonna wear to the party tomorrow?” She texted you. You sent her a photo of a tiny black skirt, a band tee shirt you had cut into a tank top, and your black boots. “Yeah that’ll work.” Is all she said back. You sent “???” But she never replied.

You got ready for the party putting your 90’s smokey eye on and styling your hair to perfection. You put on your most expensive perfume. Staring at yourself in your full length mirror admiring yourself in the new set you bought from Victoria secret it was lacy and red. You were determined to get laid tonight. Finishing getting dressed in clothes that didn’t give you much more coverage than the set did you hear a “ding” from your phone,

Isabel: here

Josie and Isabel pulled up to your place. You came down the stairs of your apartment complex. And basically hop over to the car. “Hey hot stuff.” Josie said wiggling her eyebrow talking to you through the open window. “Yeah just so you know we’re looking for a third.” Isabel joked looking you up and down. You giggle and slide into the back seat. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” You give both girls a kiss on there cheeks. “You guys are gonna be the hottest couple at this party.” Josie and Isabel give each other a look you couldn’t quite understand. “Doubt it.” Is all Josie said before driving. Isabel smiled at this remark confusing you.

The 3 of you had gotten out of the car walking up to the frat house the party was at. “I’m so happy you agreed to go out with us tonight.” Isabel beams at you. “Yeah all you do is study y/n you better go crazy tonight.” Josie says looking at you slyly. You laugh as you reach the front door.

You all walk inside and see PJ and Britney talking in a corner. Josie walks up to them first “Heyyyy PJ you wanna get a drink with me?” Josie takes the poor girl over to the bar. You and Isabel then go to join Britney. “Her dedication is impressive honestly.” You say to Britney and she nods her head. “Oh very impressive.” She replied taking a big sip out of her red solo cup. You look over to the bar area and do a double take.

PJ and Josie are deep in conversation with Hazel. You feel all the confidence you had drain from your body. Hazel feels your eyes on her and makes eye contact with you. You look away quickly feeling very naked in your tank top and too tiny skirt. Hazel can’t help but stare at you. The way your outfit was hugging you in the just the right places and your hair framing your face so perfectly. It made her unbelievably needy.

You wait till they leave the bar and go outside by the pool to go get yourself a drink. You feel hazels glances until they’re completely outside. You down 2 shots back to back immediately and smile coyly at a worried looking Isabel, she’s starting to regret her decision to play parent trap.

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“Go talk to them.” Josie spoke softly to Hazel “I can’t I mean what would I even say.” Hazel huffs as she swirled her vodka strawberry lemonade around staring at it like it would turn into a portal and take her anywhere but here. “Oh I don’t know Hazel! Maybe “I miss you so much y/n that I cried during not 1 but 3 hook ups.”” Hazel just stared at Josie with her mouth open hoping no one was over hearing their conversation. “Ok I’m sorry-“ Josie started but Hazel threw her cup down and started walking furiously into the house to find you. Josie laughed in surprise that that actually worked.

You were still at the bar making yourself the strongest cocktail known to man. When you feel someone’s presence to the side of you looking up casually with a smile already feeling tipsy. Your eyes grow wide and smile falls realizing who was in front of you. “Oh.” You felt like a fucking bumbling idiot. She looked amazing her hair slightly pushed out of her face. She had on baggy jeans, a cropped green plaid button up, and adidas. The way her small chains rest at the base of her neck makes your heart skip.

“Hey h-how have you been.” Hazel asks rubbing the back of her neck looking you up and down mindlessly. “I’ve been good h-how have you been.” You try to keep it together even though you feel your heart sinking even deeper into your chest. “I miss you… like a lot.” She couldn’t keep it in anymore. She gives you a desperate look. It nearly takes your breath away you stare at her in disbelief. She looked like a sick puppy. “Can we go somewhere more private please?” She pleaded and you nod, she takes your hand hesitantly and leads you upstairs to an empty room.

Josie and Isabel watched you disappear to the second floor “let’s fucking go.” Josie says and they high five each other.

Hazel closed the door behind you and locked it. You turn to face her, looking each other in the eyes deeply. She rubs her sweaty hands on her pants and goes past you to sit on the bed. You go to sit next to her. “You look beautiful.” She spoke softly trying to be as un intimidating as possible. “So do you.” You both stare at each other not knowing what else to say.

“I miss you so much Hazel, it hurts.” You finally huffed and pouted starting to feel embarrassed at the familiar burn you were getting in your throat. Your eyes becoming glazed and heavy. Trying your best not to let out 3 months of self hatred and sadness. You looked down at nothing feeling defeated.

Hazel broke, grabbing your face with both hands to meet your eyes again then pulled you into a heated urgent kiss. It turned into a frenzied make out. Both pair of hands grasping and pulling and caressing. She pulled away just enough to whisper. “Fuck I missed you so much.” Then her lips were on you again. You grab at her shoulders grounding yourself. She pulls back once more. “I missed your lips-” You grab her by the collar not able to contain how needy you are for her. “nn-h!” you swing your leg over her lap to straddle her. Her hands strongly grip your hips just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

You grip onto her hair tugging her back, eyes flicking over her blushed face. You start kissing her neck feverishly. Her breathing picks up and her exhales are heavy. “You feel so good y/n.” You go to unbutton her shirt but Hazel flips you onto your back. She grabs your wrist pinning you and bring her knee against your heat. You let out a high pitched whimper.

Your skirt rides up revealing your red lace thong. Hazel takes notice her face becoming more dark and focused. “These are new.” She presses her thumb to your clothed clit. This elicits a breathless moan not expecting her actions.

Your face turns a deep shade of red when she starts kneeling between your legs. She leaves a trail of kisses starting at the top of your knee. Your fingers running through her hair making her hum into your softly skin. Hazel makes her way to your inner thigh kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.

She sucks hard released the plush skin with a pop, leaving behind a burgundy bruise. She peeks at you through her lashes, the sight forever burned in her mind. Your mouth slightly open, eyes half lided and chest heaving it’s the prettiest thing she’s ever seen.

She focuses again nudging your clothed clit with her nose. You grip her hair harder to encourage her, and that was all she needed. She pushed your panties to the side and licked a long stripe up your cunt. You got shivers all over your body. She devours you like she’s never taste anything so good in her life. You contract around nothing as her finger ghost up and down your slit teasing you to no end.

“M-more please Hazel?” You practically beg her “Of course baby.” She comes up to smile at you and ads 2 fingers into your hole hitting just the right spot to make your eyes roll back, just like she used to do.

“Oh baby likes that huh.” She smiles to herself then goes back to abusing your clit with her mouth. Hazel used her other hand to pull your shirt up for her own pleasure and palmed your tits. Your lacy red bra excited her even more than she already was.

You felt your orgasm creeping, getting frustrated it was so soon you wanted this to last forever. “Hazel I’m gonna- ‘m s-so close Hazel.” Shes kept her brutal pace till your back arched and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “That’s it pretty girl just like that. So pretty so fucking pretty.” Hazel mumbles softly to you bringing you through your orgasm. Body shaking until you rode your high to completion.

“I missed this.” You say with a giggle steadying your breath. Hazel pulls your panties back into place and lays next to you. She grabs your face and pulls you into a slow deep kiss. “Not as much as me.” Her wide smile tells you all you need to know. Resting her hand on your face she takes in your features. She uses her thumb to wipe some of your smudged lipstick. “You wanna go back to mine?” You ask her shyly. Then laughing when you notice her equally smudged lips. “I would want nothing more.” Hazel gets up and offers you her hand helping you up.

You both walk down stairs hand and hand. Josie, Isabel, PJ and Britney have been absolutely losing it for the 15 minutes you were away. “Oh my god.” Is all Britney said see the both of you holding hands all of them turned to gawk at you.

Hazel makes a detour to the bar grabbing 2 beers with one hand for when you get back to your apartment. She had you lipstick smudged on her face and neck wearing it like a trophy. Hazel nods at the group then opens the door for you. You give Isabel and Josie a wave, grinning ear to ear, you walk out of the house with your hair a complete mess in the back. They can’t help but to laugh at the display of shamelessness.

It was going to be a very long night.

[bunny-yan]

Okay but the hacker and AI made me actually laugh out loud when I reached the end, I was not expecting a comedy sprinkled into my yandere soup today 😆 I'd love to see more of their dynamic if you're inclined to continue with that story. They've got this great bickering, snarky energy between them, like two coworkers who really do not like each other but have to remain relatively civil because they work together.

I think it’s because half of our hacker yan’s personality is sarcasm and he unintentionally teaches this to Eve. It can get pretty annoying for him when it learns how to use sarcasm, but not understanding the full implications of how it comes off.  TW: language

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“Excuse me?”

You looked up from your phone to see a guy. It was odd how unassuming he was, wearing a dark hoodie on a day as hot as it was with a cap and a mask. 

“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I lost my phone, and I was wondering if I could borrow yours to call someone I know.”

You smiled and he felt as if his heart would skip a beat. He bit his lip, begging himself not to lose control. 

Your hand extended out, offering your phone without even bothering to pull up the app he needed. How trusting. 

You shouldn’t have been. 

He took the phone from your hands, feeling something tingle inside his chest as his fingers brushed against your own, but he had to calm himself down. He couldn’t pass out without doing what he needed to. It wouldn’t take long, but he was trying hard not to appear suspicious. 

It was fucking hot in this dumbass hoodie, and the mask and hat weren’t helping, but he didn’t want to tip you off on who he was. It was too embarrassing to face you just yet. 

He couldn’t pull up a tracking app and set it up on your phone with you standing there staring at him, but it was tempting on the off chance that he messed up. 

Oh god, you were looking at him. You made light conversation, making him think that maybe there was a chance to distract you long enough to-

No, no, it would have to happen remotely. 

Pulling up the phone app, he typed in his number before pressing the call button. His phone was silent in his pocket, having checked repeatedly that it was on do not disturb before he approached you. It would blow fucking everything if his phone rang, and he had to come up with some dumb fucking reason of how he didn’t realize that he had his phone the first time. He made a show of being annoyed when the person on the other line didn’t pick up. Attempting to call again, but adding a few special characters that would trip the program’s sensor to provide a connection between your phone and his. 

Did he feel bad? 

Sure.

It wasn’t your fault you were getting hacked. You were just a kind unsuspecting stranger who had the misfortune of running into him on a day he was feeling particularly shitty. But instead of being an asshole like half of the people he’d run into that same day, you were considerate. Squeezing his arm as you offered an apology, he felt something swell as he stared at this stranger who’d managed to move his stubborn heart.

He’d only known you for two hours, not even sure of your name, but he was desperate to know more about you—your hobbies, the things you liked, the things you didn’t, what you preferred to do in your free time, how many kids you wanted, what season you preferred to get married in. 

Maybe he was moving a little fast, but that’s what was so great about love. 

This was one-sided, but as soon as he scraped up every piece of information he could about you, came up with the perfect plan to approach you, knew what you liked, and imbued every inch of himself with your ideas of an ideal partner, he would execute the perfect first meeting, and things would fall into place from there. 

When your screen turned grey, he couldn’t help the smile that twitched from behind the mask he wore. He exited out of the program, deleting his number, before returning your phone to you. No different than when he handed it to you. 

He thanked you before speeding off like something was biting at his heels. 

He was nervous; he thought his lungs would collapse, that he’d say something stupid and that you’d regard him as a weirdo you never wanted to meet again, but thankfully, none of that happened. He was a little nervous that he wouldn’t set it up in time, that you’d decide to go home before he could figure out how to implement the program, and that he would have to follow you home and stake out your house until he could have another chance encounter with you, but things were looking up. 

He’d gain everything there was to know about you, learning everything he could about the budding new love of his life. He felt giddy, wondering what he’d learn, what kind of person you were. If he’d uncover gold the deeper he searched or found something he didn’t like. You didn’t seem like the type of person who posted provocatively, but it didn’t really matter. He could always dispose of the things he didn’t want others to see and keep them for himself. If he uncovered a significant other, it wouldn’t be hard to convince you of their infidelity. 

He was excited to unearth everything he could find about you as he slowly ingratiated himself into your life, and he knew the perfect program to help him do it. 

[coolemmasulivan]

Confort [Bonus scene from Good Together}

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You surprise Mason, after a few bad articles.

Author's note: I wrote this really quickly. I didn't checked for mistakes, so I'm sorry. English is not my first language.

You can read Good Together part 1 here

(...) Hearts break and hell's a place that everyone knows, so don't be so hard on yourself

You were on the road, hearing one episode of your favourite podcast, while Noah slept on the backseat. You loved driving, so doing the trip between London and Manchester didn't bother you at all.

Noah was on his break from school and you had asked for a few days at Chelsea, so you decided to surprise Mason.

He had been in Manchester for awhile. He had asked you to move with him, but you had your job and Noah had his school, and your parents where close by, so you decided to stay. You talked with each other every single day. It was hard not being with together, but you made it work. You would came a lot of times to Manchester and he would go to London a lot of times too.

"Come on, it doesn't need to be a naked photo! It can be in lingerie or in your sexy pyjamas that I know you have." He groaned over the phone call.

You bit your lip, preventing you from laughing. "Mason, I'm not taking my changes. What if someone hacks your phone? I don't want my nudes on the internet."

"That's not going to happen. I'll delete them right after." His voice was desperate and by his breathing you could tell his other hand was also busy.

"Are you-- are you jacking off?" You asked him, lowering your voice. Long distance relationships were hard.

He let out a deep moan, before answering you. "Even your voice makes me hard. You sound so good, love." You felt yourself blushing and your panties staring to get wet. "I miss you so much. Fuck, I would leave everything behind just so I could be with you everyday just like before."

The game had ended with a win for Man. United, but the only thing people talked about was how badly he had been playing. People were becoming more toxic and more evil day after day. He missed those times were everything felt easier.

It was night when Mason got inside his car. He took his phone from his pocket and was looking for you number when a phone call interrupted him. Your name, making him smile.

"I was about to call you." He answered.

You chuckled. "It looks like we had the same idea." He agreeded as his head fell down against the back of the seat. "Congratulations on the win. You look excited playing with the reds."

"I feel like I'm the only one excited. For everybody else, I'm still not good enough."

"Don't talk like that."

"Have you seen the articles?"

You let out a sigh. "Why do you keep reading that trash? They're just looking for more views and money." You had your mum voice on. "You're enough for your fans. You're good enough for your team, your family and your friends. Mason Mount, you're good enough for me. So stop talking nonsense."

He couldn't describe how deeply in love he was with you. More and more everyday. "I wish you were here."

"Me too, babe. But we'll see each other soon, okay?"

"That's not good enough for me." He started the car. "What if I just drove there right now? It's just four hours."

"Don't you even think about doing that!" Mason laughed at her firm tone. "Just go home. You need to rest."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Fine! I love you."

"I love you too!"

As you ended the call, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew he was capable of driving to London just to kiss and hug you, and right now that was not a good idea at all, since you were inside his apartment, preparing one of his favourite dishes. A recipe his mum had giving you.

"When is he coming home?" Noah asked you, showing up next to you with an half eaten cookie on his hand.

"Soon, sweety!" You stole his cookie and ate it.

"MUMMMM!"

Mason parker his car in the underground garage and took his bag from the trunk. Inside the lift he looked at the mirror and ran his hand thought his messy hair. He smiled as he remembered how much you hated the blond hair.

"I hate it!" You grumbled, pushing him away from you. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back, making you fall on his lap. "I always wanted to try. We need to experiment new things, love."

You looked at his hair confused and still not sure if it was real. "That's a bad experiment! It doesn't suit your lovely face."

He placed you down on the sofa and pinned your hands up. "I thought you liked me for me and not because of my hair, Mrs Y/l/n!"

You locked your legs around his hip. "I mean I like you for who you are. A sweety, amazing and very handsome man."

Mason looked at you suspiciously. "Why do I feel like that's coming a but from your mouth?"

"But..." You smirked.

"But?"

"But, from now on we'll make love with the light off." You laughed too lound as Mason tickled you.

You turned off the light was you heard the key on the door. Noah had a canon of confetties he had brough from home, that hadn't been used on his last birthday party, and was ready to surprise his father figure.

The door opened and Mason switch on the lights. You could see his confused face from your hidden place, and you knew it was because of the smell from the food.

"What the hell?"

You counted down with your fingers, and when he approached the living room you and Noah got up from your hidden spots.

"SURPRISE!" You yelled, confetties of multi colors everywhere.

Mason opened his mouth in soock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Were you really there? Was he hallucination? He had just talked to you over the phone.

"What-- How are you here?"

You ran into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hiding his face in your neck. Your perfume hitting him right away. He had missed it.

Noah stood back, he was old enough to know you two needed that moment. Just the two of you.

"We missed you and decided to surprise you. I mean, it's just four hours, right?" He laughed and kissed you.

From the corner of his eye he saw Noah waiting patiently for his turn. "Hi buddy! Come here." Noah ran and hugged his waist.

He was hearing a t-shirt of United with his name and number, ans he couldn't help the silly smile on his face. The boy adored Chelsea, and the fact that he was wearing a rival t-shirt because of him warmed his heart.

"I missed you, Mase!" The boy said.

"I missed you too. I love the t-shirt, mate."

Noah shrugged. "Just because it's you."

After dinner, you sat on the sofa with Mason next to you. His arm was over your shoulders and your legs were over his. Noah was already in bed and you were finally alone.

Making out like two adolescents on the sofa was nothing new to the two of you. It was something that you liked to do a lot. A LOT! And after so long apart, it felt even better.

You broke the rough kiss when you felt like you needed to breathe. "How are you?"

Mason let out a sigh. "I could be better if you were here." You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest. "I'm good. The team his perfect, and the boys are really nice and supportive. I'm happy."

"You look happy!" You pecked his lips. "And if you feel that kind of love from your team and your fans, you need to stop dragging yourself down by reading those awful articles that are only looking for drama."

"I know, I know. But sometimes I can't control myself."

"Let's make a deal." You cupped his face making him look at you. "When you feel the need to read what people are saying, you call me. It doesn't matter the time, it doesn't matter the situation, you call me and I'll make you forget all about those stupid people. Deal?"

Once again, he fell in love with the woman by his side. "Deal!" You smiled and cuddle against his chest. "If I call you and ask for a nude, will you send one?"

You punched him - not too hard - where you shouldn't, if you wanted to have a active sexual life with him.

"MASON TONY MOUNT!"

[lotussuns]

implied fem! reader. she her pronouns used. kind of suggestive but no smut, talks about porn mostly. minors don’t interact please. i just spat it out in one sitting so lots of spelling mistakes probs. ooc gojo! he’s a loser

just a thought that i had today hihihi. i imagine a future where both gojo and geto are in their early twenties, in the middle of getting their teaching license to teach at jujutsu high. they are both young, healthy, attractive men so they sleep around a little bit, and of course share their experiences and preferences with each other. that further escalated to porn.

so geto and gojo have a tradition of sharing porn with each other. if geto finds something super hot, he most likely will send it to gojo to get a second opinion and they both talk about how that actress looked super hot while getting pounded from behind, or that they should find a hottie to have that specific threesome with.

anyway geto starts noticing a weird trend with the actresses that gojo sends him. why do they all … kind of look similar, they all kind of look like you.

it’s either the same hairstyle, same body type, similar facial structure. and geto is fucking freaking out because they have known you for like 3 months?? you just started here?? and he knew gojo was obsessed with you, everyone could tell (apart from you) but he didn’t know it was this severe.

he sends a quick text.

“i didn’t know anyone could be this down bad.”

which gojo quickly responds to with

“HUH?!”

“WHAT HAPPENED.”

geto answers with a vague. “i know what you are doing lol did you think you were slick like that.”

gojo fucking spirals.

“WHAT DID YOU FIND DID YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING LAPTOP?!?!?!???!??!!!!”

“HOLY SHIT YOU FUCKING TRAITOR IM TELEPORTING HOME YOU FUCKCKDMND.”

geto is super confused like what the fuck? gojo sent that shit himself, it was quite obvious the actresses looked as close to you as they could. was gojo not even realizing that? he couldn’t understand what the man was so worried about.

“?”

“what are you talking about lol. you sent that shit yourself.”

gojo responds with another wave of panicked texts.

“FUCK I CANNOT TELEPORT HOME IM TOO BUSY WHAT DID I AEND WHERE.”

“PLEASE SUGURU DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS PLEASE YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME ALL HOU WANT JUST DONT TELL ANYONE.”

and now geto was super confused what else did gojo hide from him. he decided it was the perfect opportunity to fuck around and find out.

“you’re absolutely insane i cannot believe you did that. sick fuck.”

geto’s phone once again lights up like crazy from all the notifications he’s bombarded with.

“PLEASE DONT TELL HER PLEASE.”

“AND DONT DELETE ANYTHINF DONT TOCUCHHF IT.”

“I WORKED SO HARD ON OUR LITTLE FAMILY.”

“SHES PREGANANT WITH OUR 6 CHILD ND IT WAS SO HARD TO GET OUR PENFHOUSE WITHOUT ANY CODES I EARNDNDD THAT SHIT WITH REAL WORK SUGURU REAL HONEST WORK NO MOTHERLODE AND SHIT.”

“I EVEN PAYED FOR OUR WEDDING MYSELF.”

and it was then that geto realized gojo was talking about something more cringe that his porn preferences. he was talking about the sims.

gojo fucking satoru made you guys in the sims. married. with 5 kids and 1 on its way.

after the initial wave of tremendous cringe geto felt in his body (he almost collapsed from how intense it was) geto didnt know if he should laugh or cry from how much of a pathetic loser gojo was, but he knew he would never let him live it down.

[linos-luna]

Can you do a smut fanfic of Lee Know and Suga? I saw a poll of yours with it and I don't remember what is the top 1. The two is just seriously similar and just like twins and I just wanna be wrecked by them! (>.<)

I had it in the drafts but it accidentally deleted so I gave up 😭

But! I must revive it 🫰🏽

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Birthday ❣️

Dom!Suga x Sub!Reader x Switch!Lee Know

Warnings: 18+ smut, groping, unprotected sex, fingering, d/s dynamic, threesome, hair pulling, some boy x boy, pet names

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Your boyfriend, Minho, was leading you into a bedroom from behind as your mutual friend, Yoongi, stepped in, closing the door.

Yoongi had backed you both into the wall. Minho was kissing your neck and groping your breasts as his friend made out with you from the front.

“Thanks for letting me play with your kitten, Minho…” the older man said briefly as he reached under your skirt, rubbing his fingers against your silky panties. “She’s so pretty…”

You moaned at the feeling and lightly bucked your hips as he slipped his fingers under the fabric.

“Be patient, kitten.” Minho said while holding your hips still. “You don’t want to upset our guest.”

You didn’t even seem to realize that you were in Yoongi’s room.

One minute, you’re At Yoongi’s birthday house party, drinking and dancing, next thing you know, you’re being pushed into a bedroom.

You were tipsy, bordering on drunk, and the two men were as well. Originally, it was just Minho making out with you but the prospect of Yoongi joining got your boyfriend excited.

So here you were, now being pushed onto a bed as Yoongi yanked off your skirt and underwear along with undoing your bra.

Minho was already undressing as Yoongi stood over you and grabbed your jaw.

“Some rules, kitten… you call me sir or oppa. And you do everything I say.” He said sternly.

“Yes sir.” You said with some slurred speech.

Yoongi was satisfied and let go, now removing his pants and boxers. He got on top of you and leaned in close to kiss you before minho interrupted.

“Yoongi, I wanna go first!” He pouted.

The older man smirked and sat up, pulling your boyfriend in by the hair.

“First of all, it’s hyung to you…” he said in a low tone. “Secondly, I thought it was the guest? It’s my birthday.”

Minho blushed at how close he was and Yoongi laughed.

“Aw, are you a needy boy?”

Minho reluctantly nodded and Yoongi patted his head before looking back to you.

“Minho.” He snapped. “Her wrists.”

Your boyfriend quickly got on the bed and held your wrists over your head as Yoongi kissed down your stomach, towards your bare cunt.

Minho kissed your neck to your chest and moved his hands to grope your breasts.

You gasped at the feeling of Yoongi nipping at your thighs then fingering your wetness. Minho loved your fucked out face.

“You like that, baby?” Minho said with a smirk while tugging on your hair.

You nodded and squealed as your thigh was suddenly slapped.

“Words, kitten.” Yoongi said sternly as he buried two fingers in your cunt.

“Yes oppa!” You moaned.

“Minho. Lay down” he commanded , and your boyfriend quickly did so, laying right next to you.

You whined as he pulled his fingers out and gave another slap to your thigh.

“Get on top of your boyfriend, kitten.”

You crawled on top of Minho and he was esthetic, practically drooling. Your bare breasts were right over his face.

“Now you’re going to take my cock like a good girl right?” Yoongi said while rubbing his hard cock against your clit.

“Yes sir!” You moaned while arching your back.

“What was that?” Yoongi said, delivering a spank to your bare ass.

“Yes sir! Please fuck me! I’ll be a good girl!”

With that, Yoongi thrusted into you. You gasped and leaned down, your boyfriend now able to kiss your breasts.

Minho groped your left breast and sucked on the soft skin of the other. He loved the feeling of his face in your breasts and whined when his hard cock rubbed against your waist, just barely touching your cunt. He could just barely touch it and feel every time Yoongi would thrust in and out.

“So big… ugh you’re so big~” you moaned, your eyes were rolled back and feeling overwhelmed by Yoongi’s sheer size and Minho’s cock rubbing against you.

“C-cum! I-I need to… I need to cum!” You gasped while tightly gripping the sheets next to your boyfriend’s head. “Ah fuck, oppa! Please let me!”

Yoongi pulled you up by the hair and whispered in your ear. “Go ahead, slut. Cum like a dirty little girl.”

With that, you came and Yoongi did the same after pulling out.

You didn’t even have time to rest before Yoongi started pushing you forward.

“Sit on your boyfriend, kitten. You’re a fuckin mess.”

You crawled over your boyfriend’s face and he was quick to grip your thighs.

“Clean up your kitten, Minho. She’s dirty”

“Yes Hyung—.” He said before suddenly gasping out loud.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” Yoongi said in a teasing voice, his hand now holding your boyfriend hard cock.

“H-hyung-…” he whined as you lowered yourself on his face.

“Thought you were needy, Minho.” Yoongi said said with a smirk. “I’m just helping you out.”

Minho moaned and whined as he ate you out. The feeling was overstimulating and your eyes rolled back. Drool was going down your chin as you moaned his name over and over again.

Yoongi continued giving Minho a handjob until he came with an intense orgasm. You also came, lifting yourself up a little while actually squirting on his face.

Minho panted as Yoongi gently rubbed his cock, giving him an overwhelming feeling.

“Ah hyung… too much!” He whined before the man let go, amused by his reaction.

You were exhausted, laying down next to your boyfriend.

Minho was exhausted as well but he was desperate to kiss you. He rolled over you to kiss your lips so that you could taste your own essence.

His kisses were sloppy and desperate, making Yoongi chuckle as he laid on the other side of you.

“Are you satisfied, kitten? You did so good for us.”

Minho let go and laid his head on your chest to catch his breath.

“Happy birthday, Yoongi…” you giggled through heavy breaths.

Yoongi smiled and kissed your cheek before patting Minho’s head. “Thank you.”

[cornyonmains]

There's a very real possibility that KinnPorsche could have just obliterated audience interest in BL at its current standard. From what I've been reading, things like metadata and analytics are showing plummeting interest in BL at its current standard, with almost no eyes coming across posts that don't have a KP hashtag on it. And it seems sponsors are seeing pretty big returns as well. That Royal Farmhouse bread from episode 8 sold out lmao.

What I'm saying is BOC walked in the door with almost no experience and made a BL that slapped so hard, it's looking like it's going to reset the entire industry. KP is making audiences laugh at other BL's. And you know what? Good.

I'm tired of bad acting, I'm tired of waiting an entire season to watch two tragically heterosexual actors have a dead fish kiss, I'm tired of the industry's refusal to hire queer talent, when it could be a real boon in a country like Thailand, where men are flat out too homophobic to portray these roles convincingly, I'm tired of college campuses, of the same story told a thousand times with new characters, and studios hiring actors so bad they have to change the cast in the second season. I'm tired of this industry turning queer people into a joke. It's why I only rolled my eyes at Build's stupid-ass Tweets. Because I know why I think he didn't delete them, and I think there's a lot of savvy audience members who have reason to know as well. That's all I'll say on that.

I think it's important that audiences show their financial support in any way they can, even if it's just the act of enabling ads on BOC's Youtube channel. The thing about me is that I don't like BL. I've maybe sat through six in their entirety, despite the vast catalog of these things that exist, because as a queer viewer, I just can't stomach the straight girl bullshit they're on with these yaoi tropes, if I can be blunt. I don't mind sexy in these shows. The queer community is infinitely more sexual than the straight one, because we don't have all those heteronormative hang-ups regarding sex. If straight girls wanna sex that shit up, I say let your freak flags fly. We stan sex positivity in this house.

That being said, I'm pushing 40. I grew up during the time when LGBTQ+ content wasn't simply getting made. Xena gave lesbians a few drops of Sapphic subtext 20 years ago and they're still driving Subarus. That's how thirsty people were for queer content in my day. That's my primary motivation. I just want good art merged with queer content and BL is the first genre I've ever encountered where there's a chance I can have that in meaningful amounts. We don't even have that here in America. Just look at the CW, an ostensibly queer friendly network, and what it did with Destiel. Malex, the most popular ship on the train wreck that is Roswell, New Mexico, got a literally 3 second sex scene, while straight girls got to ride their men like rodeo bulls. I want BL to do better.

I'm damn near willing to empty my bank account tomorrow and just give it all to BOC for what they've done. No matter how you feel about this show, it's going to change the face of BL, and I can't fucking wait.

[astranva]

TikTok Duets

Word Count: 1.4k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some strong language

Summary: In which @finelinevogue’s hho!reader and Harry duet TikTok fan edits together.

Can be read independently but would be more fun if you read el’s fic. x

a/n: collab with my lovie <3333 i want to thank el because i was having a major block and she was v patient with me. her hho universe feels strangely personal to me, so i’m so fucking happy i get to be a small, tiny part of it xx

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There were a lot of things you appreciated in life, and as someone who vlogs for a living, you appreciated it when anyone edited any video at all.

You were no stranger to the fan edits on TikTok; the thirst traps, the funny trends, the story times, you watched it all.

Harry’s fans always joked about your presence on TikTok, commenting “DELETE THIS BEFORE Y/N SEES THIS” or “I’LL BE SO EMBARRASSED IF Y/N SEES THIS” and it only made things fun when you did, in fact, see their content, sometimes even commenting:

“You lot are UNHINGED”

“teenagers scare the living shit out of me”

“i’m showing this to your parents”

“showed this to harry. thanks for paying for therapy”

The friendly banter and in-jokes you had with fans created a connection and bond that was so unique that Harry continuously joked about how jealous he was:

“They come to my shows to see you. This isn’t fair, it’s about me!”

It was especially fun when you dragged Harry into the dark hole that was TikTok, and that night was no different.

In the white t-shirt merch that had the picture of Harry with his moustache, your back was against Harry’s chest, who was wearing a blue Bode sweatshirt that had minimalist illustrations with an “I’d rather work in a barn” text, hair held back by one of your bright clips.

Your faces were shown beside the TikTok video you were duetting, eyes focused on the video you chose to blindly react to.

The video to play, text wobbling as it read “Harry & Y/N happy moments pt.3” before it moved, showing a bit from the behind the scenes of As It Was, Harry’s hands under your armpits as you both were on the spinning plate.

“Trust me,” Harry was seen mouthing, before he lifted you, your arms spread out as you audibly giggled.

“I was so sure you’d drop me,” you said.

“I told you to trust me,” Harry replied with a bemused smile.

“That’s the point,” you made a face, “I don’t,” you mumbled jokingly.

“Heyyyy,” he laughed.

The video then showed another bit, this time a snippet from when you vlogged the ONO in NYC.

“Harry!” You sang his name before the video cut to when the camera moved above your heads and to the side, capturing the moment you both kissed before it was edited so it was zoomed on Harry’s face–Harry’s grinning, almost bashful, and excited face.

You pouted, glancing back at Harry before looking back at your phone, “That’s like the cutest thing ever.”

Harry stayed silent, responding by tightening his arms around you and leaving a quick kiss to your head.

The video then moved to show another one of your YouTube video bits, that one being from when you were rating few of Harry’s outfits.

“...you honestly look like you’re a housewife,” You had giggled in the video, your hand moving to stroke Harry’s cheek, “My little bitch.”

“Excuse you!” Harry had gasped before his hand was seen moving and the sound of him slapping your ass was heard before you let out a gasp. 

“Ow, you fucking twat!”

“No because for real, that one was hard–It was personal, H,” you said, pointing at your phone with your free hand which wasn’t holding it.

“No, it wasn’t,” Harry joked as he mumbled.

“Are you gaslighting me?” 

Comments:

user1 @videocreator CONGRATSSS THEY DUETED YOU!!!

user2 “are you gaslighting me” STOP SHE’S EFFORTLESSLY FUNNY

user3 haha that’s such a cute video *sleeps on the highway*

user4 the fact that y/n has tiktok scares me

What fans that night hadn’t expected was seeing that you had dueted 5 other videos, all while you and Harry were in the same cuddling position.

The second TikTok you both duetted was of someone painting you and Harry; it was a picture you knew many fans had loved and considered a classic. Harry’s arms were around your shoulders from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he grinned a grin that matched yours, your eyes closed as your lips were stretched into the biggest smile.

“Why am I actually nervous?” You asked, laughing as you watched the time lapse of the painting getting done.

“I’m wondering who they’re painting,” Harry, being a comedian, said.

You giggled, having a broken sense of humor that moment. Your eyebrows went up as they finished coloring Harry, jaw falling.

“I don’t think–I don’t really think they’ve done a good job with you.”

“Y/N!” Harry gasped, dragging your name.

“No, seriously, you don’t look that handsome in real life.” 

Comments:

user1 HUMBLED HIM

user2 telling harry styles that he isn’t very handsome irl feels illegal 

user3 me and y/n besties when?

user4 imagine being married to harry styles and making fun of him so casually

For another video, a sped-up sound of Taylor Swift’s Lover played over a bright edit of you and Harry from NYC’s listening party.

The video was bright as it showed you holding Harry’s hand before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your head. It then moved to show as you painted the As It Was mural, you looking engrossed in coloring the middle part of a flower before Harry ran his brush and pink paint over your hand.

“Fun fact,” you said, “It took us so long to wipe that paint and actually get rid of it.”

“I think it took us all night,” Harry said, pointing at your phone as the video showed as you ran your own brush over his hand, leaving a stroke of yellow on his skin, “We had this–this pink and yellow paint for at least a day.”

“None of that would’ve happened if you had just, I don’t know, let me be.”

“You know I can never do that,” He replied, smiling cheekily as he moved slightly to look at your face before kissing your cheek repeatedly, the video ending with you both giggling.

Comments:

user1 I CAN’T HANDLE THIS

user2 they’re the couple you tease for being so in love but lowkey envy because you want to have sth like them

user3 harry and y/n duetting a video with a taylor song 😭😭😭😭

user4 he’s so in love with her i’m literally crying

And then another duetted TikTok video.

“Harry and Y/N being clumsy dorks” a text said over a black screen, a sped-up version of Lights by Ellie Goulding playing.

The video began with Harry in 2010, slipping on stage in his iconic blazer.

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hand as you tried to stifle your giggles as they then added another video from 2017 of him falling on stage, “You fucking knob!”

Harry frowned jokingly, although he was giggling, “You-Oh, there we go, there we go!” He said, watching as the video moved to show one of you that seemingly a fan had shot of you from afar in the open area of the arena, about to hop on a skateboard before you slipped. Harry laughed, “Look at that! Look at you!”

“Oh shut up!” You laughed.

The video then showed another clip of you from one of your vlogs; your camera propped up as it showed you walking into a glass door.

“You had a red bump for two days after that,” Harry cooed, kissing your head.

“You poked me in it so many times,” you reminded him.

With that video ending, fans then watched the last one.

Need to Know by Doja Cat and Desperado by Rihanna were mashed up, Doja singing the second verse to Desperado’s music as it showed Harry with his eyes closed, mouth close to the mic in a show as the video was slowed down, tilting his head back.

“This is literally catfish,” you said, “He’s not that hot in real life, lovies.”

“Oh fuck ooooff,” Harry laughed, blushing as he tried to avoid watching the thirst trap edit made about him.

“H is the type of person to put his t-shirt behind his ears to, like, get them to stick out when he’s taking off his t-shirt and like, he’ll crouch and all,” you said to the screen of your phone, “Forget the hip thrusts,” you shook your head before pointing behind you at Harry, “This man is the biggest fucking catfish ev–Harry, stop!” You squealed out a laugh as Harry nuzzled his head in your neck the same moment he took your phone, the video ending.

Comments:

user1 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

user2 stop i imagined harry with his t-shirt half-off and behind his ears 😭

user3 y/n humbling harry like it’s a full time job <333

user4 WHY DID I LITERALLY CRY AT THIS WHY DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH