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chemicalpink · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Words: 4.7k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff if you squint really hard, childhood friends to lovers AU

Warnings: unprotected sex, bathroom sex, infidelity, JK is a heartthrob that is bad at feelings, YN realises she’s been in love with JK all along.

A/N: this is me trying to write longer fics, I liked how this one came out yayyy. This goes out to the @thebtswritersclub monthly prompt _____ to lovers, in this case it’s childhood friends to lovers. I just- I really liked how it came out, I’m so excited to know what you guys think of it.

Summary: Falling in love is such a curious thing in life, Jungkook would know best, after pinning over you for years on end, only to have his best friend take away his opportunity, or does he?

The sun was shining brightly over the park as you made your way down the slide, hot skin scorching at the contact with the yellow plastic, although you couldn’t bring yourself to care as much as your mother would, meeting Sungho at the end of it, who was covering his eyes as best as his arms would allow him to do, summer was almost coming to an end and you two had decided to spend every single second of it together, much to both of your mothers’ dismay who had long decided to take turns to tire both of you out by the neighbourhood park, nothing too exciting, if it weren’t for your young imaginative minds combined, which turned you into the closest a six year old could get to being a menace.

As you smiled brightly at your friend, you couldn’t help but turn your head towards an almost inaudible whimper coming from the shaded side of the park, finding a kid around your age plopped down by the tree, desperately drying his eyes with the back of his hand, small sobs coming out of his lips as three other kids, which you knew to be a little older than you and quite disrespectful at that, kept laughing at the boy, so really, what else were you supposed to do if not come in to save the day. “Come on Y/N they’ll make fun of us too” Sungho said as he tried to tug you away, only to have you stand your ground firmly

“If they make fun of me, I won’t cry” you crossed your arms stubbornly over your chest

“Y/N let’s just go”

“You go, Sungho” Sungho was always the type of kid that your mother kept reminding you to be more like, always righteous, never picking fights like you were known to do, but you really couldn’t stand watching the mysterious kid crying by himself while no one else did anything in the slightest. So you stood between him and the three kids that were still making fun of him, head high, fists up by your sides in a superhero pose “You shouldn’t make fun of others”

“Why don’t we make fun of both of you then, Y/N?”

“At least I can put my shirt shirt when I’m dressing myself, Areum” the girl looked down for half a second before staring you down, full of rage before huffing and turning around in true mean girl fashion.

You turn back to find a pair of bambi eyes staring at you, sobs silenced, although his chest still showed him trying to fully catch his breath. You extend your hand for him to take it so that he could stand up “I’m Y/N what’s your name?”

“I’m Jungkook” you were quick to grab his arm and pull him to where Sungho had watched the whole scene with Areum, now staring at the way you dragged the slightly shorter boy towards him

“Well Jungkook, this is Sungho and I just decided that all of us three are going to be best friends forever” the small boy smiled at that, bunny teeth showing in the process, eyes sparkly with wonder and pure appreciation, contrasting the look on Sungho’s face.

“Y/N I think you need to have girl friends to have these sleepovers with, Jungkook and I are boys” Sungho says as soon as you pass him the mirror and he is left staring at his reflection with a ton of glitter eyeshadow on his face, you turn to look at Jungkook, who is currently sprawled out playing with his nintendo, a set of pigtails adoring his head along with the hottest pink lipstick you could find

“I don’t mind it” he stuffed his mouth with chips as he continued to play on his console, not sparing any of you a look, although you smiled at him fondly, grateful to have him play along whenever Sungho didn’t feel like it, which seemed to be more and more as all of you grew older.

“Well I’m going to take this off” he said as he ran into the bathroom to wash his face. Good luck trying to get rid of glitter.

You huffed out a sigh at how boring it was getting if Sungho didn’t like to play your games, along with Jungkook being stuck inside his own little world. “This is so boriiiing”

“It was your idea Y/N”

“Yeah but you guys are no fun”

Jungkook pauses his game to turn to look at you “We can watch a movie if you’d like”

If someone were to tell 6 year old you that twelve years later, the kid that used to make fun of you would turn into your best friend, you would have probably laughed in their face, although as years went by, Areum had finally gotten better in terms of personality, up to the point where she had a full on talk with you before you decided to give it a try, even more so as she now took it as her job to protect you in high school, seeing as she was a year older than you.

“Jungkook has changed” the brunette said while taking a seat next to you inside the cozy smoothie shop, crumpling up her receipt inside her bag distractedly as you just stared at her, not knowing what had prompted her to talk about your best friend, Jungkook wasn’t exactly what one would consider popular, especially amongst the higher grades, especially not given the bickering grudge he held against Areum after all those years.

“What do you mean?”

“Just- seems like before summer he was this scrawny little thing, deer eyes, soft smiles” you looked at her intently, Jungkook had gone on vacation with his family for weeks as soon as finals were over, leaving with the promise of hanging out for the few days before school started again, similar to how you were now hanging out with Areum, her having arrived back a few hours before Jungkook “Now- well”

There were a million thoughts running inside your mind, some seemingly more plausible than others, tow hich yopu found yourself asking “Areum, did you fuck Jungkook?”

“I mean- we were both staying at the same hotel Y/N” Areum sipped on heir smoothie as a way to act coy about it, wide eyes turned the other way at the prospect of having said out loud that her latest conquest was none other than little Jungkook, the guy she had always made fun of for one or another reason

“Oh god you slept with Jungkookie” and you really tried to picture her, accepted into college, beautiful Areum, long lean legs, model faced Areum, flirt queen that always seemed to go for older guys Areum, paired up with sweet Jungkookie, sure, your best friend was cute, handsome even, there was no denying it, he was just not- Areum level handsome, Areum liked going out to party, let men shower her in drinks while Jungkook absolutely loved staying home battling Sungho in the newest video game that was around “I-I have no words”

“Y/N- Y/N don’t judge until you’ve tapped it” your friend seemed to space out for a second, as if looking back at her time with Jungkook, dreamily. “The guy got buff”

And sure he did, not only did Jungkook was now full of muscle, he also apparently had renewed his wardrobe, bought a motorcycle and apparently had even grown a few centimeters taller, or at least that much was said by Sungho as you three met up for lunch the day before classes started again, trying to catch up as you did every year when the three of you didn’t get a chance to hang out much.

“So are we getting that newly released game Kook?” Sungho mentioned in what appeared to be the background, your eyes completely fixated on whomever the man sitting in front of you was, definitely not your best friend Jungkook.

“Nah dude, I sold all my consoles and games to buy my bike” your eyes widened at the confession, probably mirroring the uttermost shocked look that Sunho was also sporting. Jeon Jungkook selling his videogames was definitely a sign of the apocalypse. You were about to make a comment before you heard a very familiar voice behind you, making you turn your head towards it.

“Jungkookie, you wanted me to come over?” her eyes had that sparkle in them which you have come to recognise as her being infatuated by someone, even if she didn’t really talked about it openly, you turned towards Jungkook in disbelief

“Yeah, Areum, lose my number”

You consciously close your mouth at the exchange as Areum backed away from the table muttering an ‘oh..okay’ as Jungkook smiled daily at her, your eyes lock in surprise with Sungho’s, both of you silently agreeing that this Jungkook was certainly a new side neither of you could yet guess whether or not you would continue to be able to befriend, although the history between the three of you spoke volumes.

And just like that, enough to get whiplash from it, Jungkook’s lazy uninterested eyes were replaced by the squinty smile you had learned to adore over the years, bunny teeth showing as his laugh resonated in the restaurant “Oh god you guys should have seen your faces!”

Your eyes travelled along the expanse of the space you three were in, looking at Sungho for a clue to pick up about what was happening, coming up empty handed as he spoke first “Dude I almost had a heart attack, I thought you had sold your games!”

“Oh no that I did” Jungkook took a sip out of his drink calmly

You tried not to show how nothing made sense in your mind “And that thing with...Areum?”

He placed his cup down, looking at you with wide eyes humming softly “Yeah that was a thing too, she’s been texting me non stop after we hooked up. I’m just glad I’m back with you guys”

So Jungkook had changed, that much was true, just not as much as he let people believe. Sure enough, the guy was now pure muscle, rode a bike everywhere, and made it his lifeplan to conquer as many girls as his schedule allowed him too; he also made a few other friends outside of your friends' circle, enough for rumours to go around about him being involved in shady business, or him hooking up with somebody’s mum. Either way, if you were to turn a blind eye to his social persona, Jungkook was still your and Sungho’s little Jungkookie, bambi wide eyes that teared up whenever it was movie night and you picked some chick flick, bunny teeth and loud giggles as he played a prank on Sungho, even though you could tell his heart just wasn’t in it as it was before.

“I’m gonna ask Y/N out” Sungho has asked Jungkook to meet him outside of campus on the first weeks of college as all three of you decided to attend together, uninterested on whatever it was that he was about to tell him, but trying to keep up his fractured friendship with the man (and you) he had shown up, even so a little fashionably late to make his point clear.

“And you’re telling me this because..”

“I don’t want to make it awkward, Jeon” Jungkook scoffs before rolling his eyes at Sungho “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you little boy crush on her for years”

“What I think you haven’t noticed is that I don’t do feelings” Jungkook retorts as he approaches him “And although I find Y/N to be quite fuckable if you ask me, I appreciate her enough not to put her in a weird place like you’re about to do, asshole”

Once weeks rolled around, things kept on being as the were after that fateful summer where Jungkook completely reinvented himself, even as semesters came and went, Jungkook grew a bit more separate from both Sungho and yourself, although it became a little harder to discern whether it was because of Jungkook or due to the fact that Sungho and you had started dating during the first semester of college. Sungho had no real answer to give you when asked about it, saying that outside of the scheduled movie night you three kept on sharing, he barely even texted Jungkook on his own.

“I heard your girl is getting married” his friend said as he handed him an opened beer, taking his place back against his bike in the middle of the night after some race they had gone to near the outskirts of Seoul.

Jungkook took a swing out of the bottle, squinting at the questionable choice in alcohol “I don’t have a girl Jihoon”

“Oh? Then what’s Y/N?'' he felt the blood draining from his face, heart heavy, breath hitching inside his throat as soon as your name left his lips. Of fucking course Sungho would try to marry you before you graduated. That bastard.

It was quite funny really, Jungkook knew from the very start, back when all three of you had 6 years old and you had saved him from a set of mean kids in the park, that Sungho was never fond of him, or rather, of the relationship you had developed with him, sure, the two men had bonded over a few shared interests as they grew up, but the only thing that kept them together was you. Sometimes Jungkook guesses it could have been him instead of Sungho, asking you out, sharing nights together, even being about to get married. But those thoughts were only wishful thinking, he had long ago decided that you deserved so much more than what he could give you, what with his eternal fear and inability to give himself up to others. So he had let you go, never thinking about the possibility of Sungho taking a place he wasn't worthy of either.

"Good for her"

It wasn't long after learning that you were engaged, that the invitation arrived to his apartment, just a few days after graduation. It wasn't really a surprise anymore, even back when he first heard the news, it wasn't that surprising, he guessed it was the years of knowing both you and Sungho, learning your patterns, that he had somehow seen it coming. It didn't make it any less hard to wish you weren't about to walk down the aisle to a man that wasn't him though. But he kept repeating to himself to stop being selfish, he had lost his chance, not that he ever had one to begin with, but as long as you were happy, he would be too.

And you really did seem happy, so he was willing to just ignore the way that his chest seemed to constrict every time your eyes locked on his from across the room as the rehearsal dinner, you were sporting a gorgeous emerald dress, the same colour as when you two first met eighteen years back, his mind spinning with impossible scenarios as each minute that passed really just turned out to be a minute closer to watch you walk down the aisle to another man, one that was supposed to be his best friend at that.

“Bride’s or groom’s” A sweet female voice called him as he sipped on his fifth? sixth? champagne flute, finding a woman staring at him with what he has come to recognise as lust.

“Eh.. you could say both”

A glimpse of recognition could be seen in her eyes before she spoke again “You must be Jungkook then, the overseeked bachelor”

“In the flesh” He smirked at her as she took a hold of his hand, guiding him upstairs to where you and your soon to be husband had booked bridesmaids and groomsmen alike for the night. Not that the blonde had anything to do with how utterly horrible he was feeling about the whole wedding situation but perhaps fucking his frustrations out would help just a little.

Jeon Jungkook was never the one to stick around until morning, that much was true, and although he might be known for a varying of unspeakable things, nothing could have prepared him for what he had to witness at ungodly hours.

He picked up the rest of his clothing after half dressing himself, not even sparing a second glance at the woman that was laying on her bed peacefully, careful not to make more sounds than the inherently necessary, his curiosity is peaked as he hears faintly moaning and skin slapping skin coming from the room next door, seeing the door barely open, and against his better judgement he peeks inside only to feel his heart pounding against his chest, blood rushing inside his ears as he can’t seem to look away from the image presented to him. Sungho, your soon to be husband, the one that he used to consider his best friend for years on end, the oh so righteous Sungho, ever morally correct Sungho, bending your other so-called best friend and maid of honour, Areum, over the comforter as he fucked into her. A few hours before he got married to you. After everything that he had put him through, making him believe that it was in your best interest top let you go, that he should have handed you over to him, that he was the best option out of the two of you to build a life with.

Jungkook sees red and doesn’t quite remember anything other than Areum running out of the room as he punches Sungho in the face, receiving some punches back.

“You absolutely disgust me”

The bastard has the guts to laugh at him “You know, Jeon” he goes to inspect his face in the mirror “If you burst Y/N’s bubble, you’ll forever be remembered as the stupid little boy that was jealous enough on her wedding day to ruin her life”

Jungkook clenches his fists by his side before deciding to turn his heels and leave the room, vision still blurry in anger, breathing ragged, a small trickle of blood making its way down from his eyebrow as he almost automatically walked himself to the other side of the hostel where he knew you must have been resting, taking a few too many second to decide to knock on the door.

“Jungkook? What are you- oh god” sleep seems to leave you as soon as your eyes lock on his beat up face, him smiling at you in a futile attempt to have you not worry that much about his well being, but of course you were already searching for a first aid kit as he took a seat on your bed “Jungkookie, what happened?”

And perhaps he didn’t think it through that much, but he couldn’t let you walk yourself into a marriage blinded by the persona Sungho had always made you believe he was. “Y/N” he took your hands in his, stopping you from rubbing any more antiseptic into his cut “You’ll hear,a nd probably have already heard, too much shit about me”

His eyes beg you to stare at him intently, and although the whole scenario had you giggling out of nervousness, it soon died down “Kook, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N- Sungho is not the man he’s made us think he is” your eyes scan his face for any more clues on what he’s saying a syou feel a beeping sound closing in on your ears, overwhelmed by the situation “And he’ll probably say this is me just being a jealous asshole after being in love with you for more than half of my living years but-”

You stare at him in horror as your hands remove themselves from his hold as if he was burning, standing up from where you were seated next to him, feeling your whole world being crushed down a few hours before what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life “No” you take a step back as you hold your chest, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes “Jungkook please don’t do this shit to me”

“Y/N just- don’t marry Sungho” somehow he had willed his voice to remain calm

Your head shook fervently at him, as if somehow the action would make him retreat his words “Sungho loves me, Jungkook”

His eyes were ice cold at your words “He loves you enough to fuck Areum a few hours before making you his wife”

He really didn’t mean the bite on his words as he said them, this had nothing to do with you and everything to do with that asshole you called finacé, so he could completely understand when through your tears, chest heavy with rage and head spinning you asked “Please leave”

And he did.

Everything seemed like a fever dream. The words that Jungkook had said, the implication that it had. And really, if it weren’t for the fact that Jungkook was gone from the whole ordeal, you could have sworn your life that it was nothing other than a nightmare, Areum was as bubbly as ever, helping you get ready. Sungho’s good morning text still found its way into your inbox. Jungkook had not only accused you fiancé of cheating, but had said he had always been in love with you, no further proof to his words, so you decided to go as planned, yet you found yourself hyper aware of every move Sungho made, especially when they involved Areum.

You stood in your pristine white dress in front of a couple dozens of guests as traditional words were spoken, your mind a thousand miles away as you kept on looking towards the door, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would open up, Jungkook would show up and stop you from making what could potentially be the worst mistake of your life.

"If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." your eyes trail to the soor, yearning to hear Jungkook’s voice amidst the otherwise silent chapel, but it never came.

“Hey, Y/N come dance with us,” one of your bridesmaids say as the night progresses after dinner, some loud beat taking over the venue at the reception, making everyone stand up to dance, including your now-husband as you find yourself sulking sitting on your designated table.

“I’m fine, you go” you try to flash her the biggest smile you can as she goes, leaving you once again with your thoughts. Thoughts that mainly involved Jungkook, figuring that after all these years, life had managed to finally separate you, heart yearning to have him close to you, the more you became aware of your current life path, the more you realised what a humongous mistake you had made. You had always thought that marrying Sungho would give you a sense of utter happiness, of fulfillment, whether what Jungkook said was true or not, as you watched your husband having the time of his life without you. If he were Jungkook, he would be seated right by your side.

Jeon Jungkook, as deviated as he appeared to be to everyone, as much as he slept around, he had demonstrated to be the most loyal human being by your side up until the last second of your friendship, unlike Sungho, he had always been interested in what you wanted to do, had always let your voice be heard, had helped you through rough times when Sungho was nowhere to be seen, perhaps you had chosen the wrong best friend to fall in love with a few years ago, the wrong man in your life to marry. It had been Jungkook all along. It could have been Jungkook all along.

Your eyes fixate on the way that Sungho whispers something on Areum’s ear and you feel your blood boil, more out of self-pity and annoyance at letting such a man manipulate you rather than jealousy as you stand up to make your way to the bathroom, in hopes of freshening up before coming up with a plan to fix this mistake.

You sigh as you hold yourself up by the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror, pondering just how deep you’ll have to dig to come out of the mess when you hear an all too familiar deep chuckle behind you “So you realised”

You turn your back to the mirror to face Jungkook “That Sungho was an asshole or that I’m in love with you?”

His eyes turn into those deeply surprised deer shape you remember from when he was younger for a split second before they’re filled with something else between lust and deep appreciation as he backs you up further against the sink, a tattooed hand coming up to your chin “Does that mean I get to kiss you with no regrets now?”

“Would you kiss a married woman, Jungkook?” you ask playfully, matching the brattiness in his tone

“Only the ones whose husbands are assholes” and so his lips capture yours in a sweet quick kiss that has you wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning in once again, escalating from a very much due kiss filled with words that are unable to be said, into a fiery pit in the low of your stomach at the prospect of kissing Jungkook while still being in your wedding dress, just a few hours married and kissing another man.

Jungkook’s hands have abandoned their place on your figure in favour of trying to undo the little buttons on the back of your dress, breaking the kiss to complain “God just how many buttons does this dress have?”

Soon enough your dress lays forgotten on the floor, matching lingerie covering your body as Jungkook has most of your body up against the mirror, panties aside in favour of having him fingering you, arms almost failing to keep you upright as he mouths at your skin, moans escaping your lips regularly as he pumps and curls his fingers inside you, lewd noises taking reverbating on the small bathroom’s walls, a faint trail of bass coming in from the party “God you’re so perfect Y/N” he grunted as you heard his zipper coming down before feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, his hand coming up to grip your hair making you face the mirror, makeup completely wrecked, the sight almost unrecognisable to you, a slight burning but pleasurable sensation on your scalp “I bet that bastard Sungho wouldn’t be able to wreck you like this” without further notice entering you from behind, your walls clenching against him as you felt him slowly but firmly making his way in and out of you at a building rapidly pace, a moan slipping past your lips and Jungkook shushing you in exchange as he increases his speed and you bit your lip to forbid any noises from coming out, afraid of being heard even when you knew it would be almost impossible to do so over the loud party noises, this bathroom being so far away from it.

Jungkook had placed your right leg up the sink, hitting an even deeper spot that had you building your orgasm at an incredible speed, throwing your head back in pleasure, feeling him completely inside you as heat pooled in your lower belly.

“K-Kook I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna cum” a few flicks on your clit with his expert fingers as he helped you keep yourself upright did the trick as Jungkook made sure to somehow thrust even deeper, a loud moan scaping you as he spilled his warm seed inside you, quickly adjusting back his boxers and trousers as one of his fingers collected some cum that was dripping down your thigh to push it back in, letting go of you to hold yourself up against the sink, pulling your panties back in place.

“Think that counts as a wedding gift?” he turns to leave the bathroom, leaving you heaving to haphazardly step inside your dress as you trail behind him, finding him resting against a wall, his bike roaring a few meters away as he smiles your way knowingly as he puts on his helmet, throwing another one your way "So.. all ready to leave that asshole of a husband now or should I wait another 15 years?"

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

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4328fox · 3 years ago

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Sweatshirt-Related Blues

summary: Alternatively, Yuri thinks about the routine that's setting in his life when it comes to dating Flynn.

notes: This was a drabble I did a month ago trying to work through my handful of writing ideas. I wasn't initially going to post it, especially not the second chapter, but I still feel relatively proud of both, so here they are. I mostly wanted to poke at Yuri (modern au setting) about thoughts he would likely deny of every having passed through his mind.

2k words. link to AO3

both chapters are also on the read more below!

SIDE A

Another calm afternoon goes by. Yuri continues typing on his computer as he strings his thoughts along, thoughts among the lines of I don’t get why you just don’t note these stuff down, while some from Brave Vesperia lament their loss in some scavenger-hunting video game. Yuri played a bit of it himself, but took to just watching Karol, Rita, Estelle and Patty mess around. He chuckles when he reads Rita’s clearly annoyed reply, and types up a quick one of his own. And then Estelle asks, isn’t it five in the afternoon now? Yuri sneaks a quick glance at the time on the monitor.

“Shit. I’m gonna be late.”

Yuri almost jumps out of the chair to get ready, but as he gets up, he decides to shoot a quick goodbye to his friends. Have fun lol, is how he finishes up the message, before he rushes back to his bed, where Repede has been resting.

“Come on, buddy, we can’t keep Flynn waiting.” Though Yuri very well recognizes that the fault will fall on him more than on his sleeping companion. He discards the sleep wear he put back on after running some morning errands, and grabs the clothes he dropped over the bed. Some bermuda shorts and a sweatshirt that is too light for the drizzling weather. At the very least, he feels good wearing those, so why pick a new outfit? Flynn’s definitely going to comment that I’d get cold. As if that really bothered Yuri to begin with.

He does a quick pat over his pocket, for his wallet. There. And he slides his phone comfortably into the other one. Repede just then has awoken fully, attentive to Yuri’s haste.

“Okay, let’s go.” He tries to comb a hand through his hair, but he instantly gets stuck on a painful knot. Yuri hisses a bit. “Or maybe in a minute.”

After a quick brushing session, Yuri slid his sneakers on and left the apartment, with Repede in tow. That’s when he gets a text. He opens it up, and as suspected, it’s from Flynn. Asking him if Yuri’s late again. That’s all routine.

The time they have together ends up amazing. To think they could make a competition out of bowling. As a result, Flynn paid for both their meals at the local restaurant. They spent longer than expected just chatting and eating, cooling down from earlier. They’d been sitting across one another on the table, exchanging the occasional grins between one another. And Yuri continuously stole glances from Flynn as they talked to one another, without being self-conscious of it like he used to be. That’s one perk in finally getting together. Their feelings are laid out on the table, there is no need to dance around excuses.

Flynn checks the wristwatch on his free hand, and Yuri just then realises he was entirely too focused on the hand itself. Their eyes meet.

“Yuri, it’s getting a bit late. Should we go?”

Yuri sips the remainder of his milkshake as he thinks. “Yeah. We can. I don’t have anything to be up in the morning for, though.”

“I have something from 10 in the morning.”

They both stand up, ready to head out. Yuri reaches for Flynn’s hand, taking it tentatively. It’s warm and slightly rough to the touch, but Yuri knows it’s as rough as his own. Flynn squeezes his hand and looks at Yuri to smile.

“I take it that you enjoyed tonight?”

“Hell yeah,” Yuri replies, “I beat you at bowling, I got free food. I think I got it pretty well.”

“I see that our date was just another contest to you.”

“Not my fault you lost.”

They continue bickering all the way to Yuri’s apartment. Flynn goes up the elevator with him, all the way to the entrance to Yuri’s apartment. This is routine, as dates with Flynn have been. Usually the outings would come and go, and one would escort the other and go home. They would hold hands. They kissed a few times.

“I’ll text you later.” Flynn says, quieter than his usual. He sounds so soft, it makes Yuri think that the sudden pounding in his heart is louder.

But he tries to keep it cool. “What, you don’t want to sleepover? Like the usual?”

“I didn’t bring any spare clothes with me. Or cleaning utilities. And I have classes.” Flynn laughs sheepishly. He takes both of Yuri’s hands in his own, but only for a brief moment.

“Aren’t the ones you’re taking in particular online? You just login in from my desktop and you’d be set.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, though I do hold to my lack of spare clothes.”

“Fine, fine.” Yuri rolls his eyes as they continue smiling. Yuri feels like they’re both the dazed fools from some picture-perfect storybook.

And then they look at each other. Yuri watches how Flynn suddenly grows nervous, swallowing a bit. It makes Yuri want to be just a bit selfish… To place one kiss on Flynn’s neck, where he knows it would tickle, to feel Flynn chuckle because Yuri for a fact knows that neither of them are very well-versed in being openly affectionate at all.

He leans in, hand lifting to cup Flynn’s face. The gentle press of their lips reminds Yuri of the static he would feel back when he dreamt of kissing Flynn, back when he was clueless of how bad he got it. And just like in his dreams, the kiss lasts for seconds, before one or both of them inevitably pull away. Yuri feels Flynn’s hand over his own.

But what if this were different from the dreams? What if Yuri pressed their lips again, chasing the feeling of Flynn being close? They’ve only ever had these short and sweet kisses, the types to make any hopeless romantic jealous. Yuri never thought he would be here like this, but there is always an exception when it comes to Flynn.

Both his hands are now on Flynn’s face, stroking his cheeks with thumbs. The kiss is slow, yet it quickly renders them breathless. They bump noses, they don’t really know where to put their hands, it’s not a smooth sail. But it was never meant to be elegant to begin with, given they’re in some old apartment complex corridor. Yuri feels Flynn kiss with the same amount of reluctance out of inexperience, but the very fact he’s wrapping his arms around Yuri’s back makes Yuri’s heart swell.

They part, but they’re still holding one another. Yuri, expecting to see the same face and the same blue eyes he loves, finds that it’s Flynn who's buried his face in Yuri’s neck. It makes Yuri feel adrenaline rush instantly, his cheeks feeling fuzzy and pulling at the corners of his mouth. It takes another second or two for him to realise that his boyfriend isn’t trying to kiss his neck, like he expected, but is instead just hiding his face.

Yuri finds it incredibly endearing. He should have expected this. He hugs back, not as tightly, but his hands rub Flynn’s back. “It’s gonna get cold for real if you stay out here any longer.”

Muffled through Yuri’s sweatshirt, Flynn says: “Your fault if I go out and get a cold.”

“You’re the one wearing a polo like you’re a divorced dad.” He slowly breaks off the hug, because he still wants to give Flynn a quick look over. Not entirely because their kiss just now woke thoughts in Yuri that he is desperately trying to keep dormant.

“Now it’s “divorced dad”? I would appreciate it if you stuck with one name when it came to my fashion sense.”

“It’s all atrocious is what it is.” Yuri grins, crossing his arms as soon as Flynn steps out of hugging range.

“And yet you still date me.”

“You’re lucky I like you, yeah. Now go home, if you cherish your special shower gel more than video game night.”

“I wouldn’t want to wound your pride after the amount of gloating you did over bowling.” Flynn chuckles at the thought, before his smile settles to something softer. “Goodnight, Yuri.”

It takes Yuri a beat to remember he’s supposed to go inside his apartment. “Yeah. Night.”

He fishes out the keys from his shorts’ pockets and unlocks his door in a swift move. After a quick wave from them both, Flynn turns his back to leave, while Yuri (and Repede, who was waiting diligently), are within the comfort of their home. Yuri sighs, a bit breathless, as he drops his keys and wallet to the side.

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SIDE B

Yuri daydreams more, as of late. When he and Flynn spend time together, the urge to be closer lingers on his mind. How much closer can he get to Flynn anyway? They go on dates somewhat regularly, they chat, they hang out with their friends. There’s sleepovers where they play video games to an ungodly hour, days where Yuri sits Flynn down just to help him recite whatever he was meant to study for a test.

And then there’s affection. Words of endearment, lingered in small doses of insult toward one another, there’s the occasional hand-holding, and there’s standing close at times. And then there’s Flynn’s different ways of showing his love, the tight embraces, the kisses…

Yuri wants more. And it’s such a selfish and such a strong urge forming itself in his brain and not leaving. Now that they’ve been dating for closer to a year, Yuri lays after dates in his bed, agonizing over himself. What more is there to want? Isn’t this calm in the sea much better than chaos contained within the waves? Yuri is lucky enough that their feelings ended up being mutual, because he never even imagined he would get this far with Flynn.

But that is a vice of itself, Yuri thinks, because it makes him dream. The deeper kisses he and Flynn shared in rare instances could not satisfy all urges, the parts of Yuri he would much rather purge out of existence.

Yuri wishes Flynn were here. That they were embracing over Yuri’s bed, that they were kissing. He’d probably been the one to push Flynn toward the bed, he realises. He’s the enabler in many ways, even if it’s something deemed so selfish. Yuri turns to lay on his side at the thought. Bodies pressed closer, warm feelings contained between them. Yuri thinks about Flynn’s hands, and how they would move to pull Yuri closer, while the gentle touch would leave him longing for some sappy words, some sappy expressions of love.

They’ve yet to settle comfortably in love declarations too. Yuri implies it with words, actions, never using the word itself. Flynn is a bit better about this, though he is just as skittish. If nothing else, he is much better at expressing his affection just through his choice of words than Yuri is. It isn’t that Yuri would mind saying the three words, because he imagines them escaping between him and Flynn, between hushed kissing. But he has yet to find the strength to say them. Yuri can only hope that he is at least able to express them.

He wants to make Flynn feel the same things Yuri is feeling now. He wants to move his hands, his lips, to lay over Flynn, to cup his face and to kiss him harder, until they both are breathless, laughing tired, basking in each other’s comfort. He doesn’t want one of them to have to go home after a date, he doesn’t want them to end on sweet kisses only. He wants them to spend the night, less as best friends still navigating their relationship, but closer to lovers who have been waiting for too long...

The moment Yuri realises he’s gotten too lost in his thoughts, he sits up, almost abruptly. His heart beats hard, it’s all he can hear in the darkness of the night. In the wake of it all, Yuri isn’t sure he is able to accept how he gets about this stuff.

He shuffles his hand through the night stand, until he picks up his phone. A little past 1am. Yuri supposes it’s fair. There aren't any text-related notifications, but he still opens the app for his group chats. Still no notification he happened to miss. Yuri taps the chat with Flynn, the latest message being some reply from Flynn over a meme Yuri sent. It says he’s online, so he’s probably studying.

Yuri begins typing, and he can feel his heart pound through his hands, making them feel weirdly clammy. Yuri pays little attention to it, but to think that he would feel like this… To be honest, it’s nice. That Yuri isn’t immune to something like the fluttering feelings of dating meant that all his thoughts that he can’t say out loud are normal.

He stares at his message for Flynn. He swallows, and he reads through it again. His thumb hovers over the send button. But he presses backspace.

i wish you stayed the night. i love you.

#tales of vesperia #fluri #yuri lowell #flynn scifo #writing tag

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roseyserpents · 5 years ago

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Secrets

The Start

Summary: You and Sweet Pea went through a rough patch in your relationship that almost tore you apart. As you're fixing your relationship, your secrets start to get in the way. Can your relationship withstand another storm?

Warnings: near smut, cursing, angst

Word count: 2,909

A/N: this was going to be a song fic, that's why the beginnings a lil weird but I got too far into the storyline. There's going to be more than one part so stay tuned and shoot me an ask to be added to the taglist!

part 1 // Part 2

Fighting seemed to be the only thing you and Sweet Pea had been doing recently. Whether it was small bickering when you were out with friends, or full out screaming in each other's faces in his trailer at late hours in the night. The inability for the two of you to go two days without getting into some variation of a fight was putting a large strain on your relationship, both of you being able to feel the heavyweight and see the shadow of it. It was hurting you that the person you loved was constantly glaring and scoffing at you, kind words or actions a rarity in recent weeks. But as much as it did hurt you couldn't bring yourself to call it off. Being with Sweet Pea was all you knew, the two of you had been together since the end of freshman year.

It was getting harder though. You knew Sweet Pea felt the stress too by the way he looked at you and how he acted. Both of you felt it was getting harder and harder to be around each other, your mood going sour when you were in the same room for too long. You didn't know why or how things ended up like this, how you could hate the very person you loved but it was happening. You remembered when every day was a perfect one because he was in it, each moment feeling better than the last.

"Why do you always get the same milkshake?" You ask as Sweet Pea sits down at your booth, sliding you your peanut butter milkshake across the table.

"I don't want to get one I don't like." He shrugs, stirring the vanilla dessert with his straw.

"You should live a little! Get a different one." You smile nudging his hand with your own, your grin getting bigger when he holds it. "How about you have mine and I have yours."

With that, you switch them across the table sipping your new vanilla milkshake.

"Really?" Sweet Pea sighs, looking from you to the cups.

"Try it!" You say. "Maybe you'll get peanut butter every time."

He rolls his eyes but still takes a sip, you giving him an expecting look. "What?" He asks, his brow creasing as he looks at you.

"You didn't melt? You're not poisoned?" He grins.

"Okay okay, it's not horrible." He says, trying to hold back a smile but failing.

"There's the lovebirds." You hear Toni say as she sits down next to you at your booth. "Is Sweet Pea drinking something other than vanilla?"

"Yeah because I stole his." You giggle, stirring the milkshake with your straw.

"One of the only things you refuse to change is the flavour." She sighs. "Anyway, I came here to tell you guys Cheryl and I are going camping with Fangs and Kevin, you guys are welcome to come. It's at our usual spot on Sweetwater."

Before Sweet Pea can reject the idea you quickly reply, "Of course, we'll be there." You smile.

She returns the gesture before standing and leaving, most likely returning to Cheryl.

"What if I had plans tonight?" Pea asks, quirking a brow as you turn back to him.

"Then I guess you have new ones. It's been too long since we've all been together outside of school, it'll be fun to go on a little triple date with each other." You say.

Sweet Pea lets out a heavy sigh and leans back in his seat, his face showing reluctance but no rejection coming from his mouth. You grin in triumph, rewarding yourself by finishing off the milkshake in front of you and starting to mentally list the stuff you needed to bring.

That night when you went home you waited on your porch until you saw Sweet Pea pull up on his motorcycle. You shoved your phone in your pocket and climbed on behind him, your arms snaking around his torso as he sped down the road towards the river. It was a quiet ride filled with the sound of the town blurring by and the motor of the bike, the peace of that moment lasting a whole fifteen minutes.

"You're here!" You hear Fangs exclaim as you both walk towards the bank of the river.

You and Pea had wandered a small way away from the group, sitting against a tree, your sides pressed against each other.

"You know what today is?" You ask, turning your head to look at him. He shakes his head. "Four years ago today we first met." You both think back to when you had to sit next to each other in Miss. Brinkman's science class in eighth grade, the day that changed your life for the good.

"And a little under two years ago we started dating." He says, lacing his fingers with yours. You look down and smile with pride at the relationship you'd created. Despite the fact you were young you felt this relationship could be endgame, you could see yourself spending your life with the boy next to you.

Suddenly two flashes go off, both of you turning away from each other and finding Kevin and Fangs smiling proudly with Polaroids in hand.

"Really?" Sweet Pea asks, annoyance clear in his voice.

"You two never let us take pictures of you so here," Kevin says, handing you both one of the Polaroids that were still developing. You roll your eyes but smile as you look at the foggy picture, Sweet Pea looking down at you with a smile look of admiration, yours the same.

"Thank you, guys." You smile, nudging Sweet Pea when he mumbles something under his breath. You slip the picture into your phone case, the scene easy to see through the clear plastic.

Now you look at the picture that you'd taken out of the case, thinking of Sweet Peas identical one he's slipped into his pocket that night. Everything seemed so simple and loving then. Now you had tear tracks on your cheeks from your most recent fight with Sweet Pea, reminiscing in the past stages of your relationship. You wanted things to be better. God, the only thing you really wanted was to hold his hand or laugh with him again but he despised you.

"Why don't you just break up? This isn't working for either of you." Betty asks in your head, the words replaying from earlier that day.

You didn't break up because you loved him. He was the person you wanted to stick it out with and spend your life with. But the future seemed to be getting further and further away with each and every time the two of you started yelling. It hurt you to do this with him. It felt like your heart was slowly chipping away with each time his eyes looked into your own with rage and despise instead of adoration. Both of you kept that picture and looked back on it, wishing and praying it would all go back to that night. You kept the last strands of your relationship in that picture.

"Sweet Pea." You call out, crossing the school's parking lot towards the tall serpent.

"I thought we were gonna get through today without this." Fangs sighs, looking exhausted with the situation. You ignore both of their looks of annoyance and resist the urge to yell at them.

"Can we talk?" You ask in a voice as gentle as you could. They both look surprised at the calmness that hadn't been between you both for at least three months. Sweet Pea nods to Fangs signaling for him to leave, both of you awkwardly standing in the middle of the now-empty parking lot.

"So?" He asks, gesturing for you to talk.

"We need to change things." You say. "You and I both know this isn't working. All of this fighting and yelling, I can't take it anymore. I love you and you know that, but we need to find a way to either fix this or break up."

Sweet Pea is silent for a few extremely long moments, dragging a hand across his face. "Are you sure we can even fix this?" He asks, finally meeting your eyes.

"If we both try, maybe." You answer honestly. "I just want to try. This, whatever we are right now, is hurting me and I know it's hurting you too. I don't know how this all started but we need to work on it."

Sweet Pea nods and looks down at his feet again. You extend your hand, both of you flinching before your hands' lace together, a weight lifting off your chest.

"No matter how this ends, I love you." You say, keep your gaze on your hands.

"I love you too."

Over the next month and a half, you and Sweet Pea slowly mended your relationship. The beginning was rocky and almost caused you both to walk away, but eventually, it got better. It wasn't as perfect as it was before, but it wasn't screaming in each other's faces anymore. It felt so good to be healing with him. After the first two weeks, everything got easier and it felt like the sun had finally shinned on your world again.

"Hey." Sweet Pea says, cutting your conversation with Toni short. He reaches out and gently holds your hand in his, a smile spreading across your face. Toni nudges your shoulder and grins before excusing herself, crossing the bar to talk to Jughead and Fangs.

"Where did you run off to?" You ask, turning to face Sweet Pea.

"I had to take care of a few things, but I'm free for the rest of the night." He says, brushing away your question. You quirk a brow but don't say anything else, your thumb running over his hand that you now noticed had red knuckles.

"So," Fangs says, approaching with the others in tow, "Now that everything is back to normal, we should all go out to La Bonne Nuit."

"Sounds great." You smile, all of you making your way out to the parking lot. You climbed onto your bike, frowning when it sputtered and died. You kicked the side a few times, but it still refuses to start much to your frustration.

"Need a ride?" Sweet Pea calls from a few spots away. You roll your eyes and cross the parking lot to him, swinging your leg over his motorcycle.

"Might want to hold on." He calls over the sound of the motor before pulling away from the Whyte Wyrm, your arms snaking around him. Soon enough your all sitting down at a table in the underground bar, a few hours spent filled with laughs and mocktails.

You feel Sweet Pea's hand land on your knee, slowly creeping up towards your thigh. You raise your brow at him, sweet Pea simply grinning before turning back to the conversation. Your hand goes under his shirt and you ghost your fingertips up and down his skin, a visible shudder running through him.

"Two can play." You say under your breath, quiet enough so only he can hear.

"But I'll win." He whispers back, his fingers dipping under the hem of your dress. You fire back by placing your hand on the top of his thigh. Before he can do anymore your hand brushes against the middle of his jeans, Sweet Pea standing up straight and clearing his throat.

"We're gonna get going." He says, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face as you see the excited look on his face. You hear a whistle most likely from Fangs as the two of you practically run up the stairs, Sweet Pea pinning you against the outside wall of Pops.

"That wasn't a fair game." He says, basically hovering over you with a look in his eyes you hadn't seen for a long time.

"I'm pretty sure you're just a sore loser." You breathe out, still practically whispering despite the fact you were alone now.

Sweet Pea leans forward without another word and places his lips on yours. Fire seems to relight in your chest as your lips move against his. That was the first time the two of you had kissed since before the fights, and it still felt as great as you remembered it. Sweet Pea pulls away momentarily, his eyes dark with want as they look into your own. You both silently repaired another bridge in your relationship at that moment, your hands moving to the hair at the nape of his neck. You use this grip to pull him back against you, his hands roaming your body before landing on your hips, somehow pulling you closer.

"We should," you try to say but are interrupted by his lips back on yours, "Go back to your place."

"I don't think you've ever said anything better." He smiles before taking you by the hand and leading you to his bike and the short ride to his trailer.

As soon as you walked inside the trailer, Sweet Pea had wrapped his arms around you again and pushing your legs against the back of the couch forcing you to lie down on it below him. Your hands go up to hold his face above yours, your eyes scanning ever part of his face from how his hair fell around it to the scar next to his left eyebrow. You couldn't help but stop and admire this boy that was completely and entirely yours.

"I love you." You whisper, feeling butterflies fly through your stomach. Sweet Pea doesn't reply, only kisses you again this time softer and filled with more emotion than the deep and rough kisses from before. He lingers on the kiss before pulling away just enough so his lips brush over yours. He settles so he's lying on you instead of hovering over you, a small groan coming from you at his weight.

"How did we go from almost having sex to cuddling?" He asks, his hand drawing random shapes on your side.

You shrug and smile, combing your fingers through his hair as he lays his head down on your chest, your heartbeat ringing through his head. Despite the fact he was practically crushing you you felt peaceful. It had been so long since you'd had a moment like this with him, both of you felt a little awkward but it didn't bother you. The awkwardness could be overlooked by the comfort you felt by being close again.

Eventually, Sweet Pea fell asleep, his breaths becoming deeper and more even. You smiled as one of your hands ran up and down his back, listening to the sound of his breathing and crickets chirping occasionally outside.

"Mine." Sweet Pea mumbles in his sleep, his arms tightening around you.

"Mine." You repeat.

"Wake up." Someone says, causing you to groan and rub your eyes. "We're gonna be late!"

"What?" You finally open your eyes, seeing Sweet Pea throw on a new shirt and comb his hair, fixing the mess you'd made out of the raven locks.

"We have two minutes before school starts." He answers, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. "If we miss first period we're both getting Saturdays."

"Shit." You breathe, walking towards his bedroom and rummaging through his drawers until finding a plain grey shirt that came down to your thighs, matching it with your black denim jeans from the night before.

"Come on." Sweet Pea says, prompting you to follow him out the door and to his motorcycle. You make it to the school twenty minutes before first period ends, Sweet Pea walking you to your class before running to his.

You walk into the classroom ignoring the looks you got from the Northsiders and hand your tardy note to the teacher, taking your seat in the third row and pulling out your notebook.

"Is there a specific reason you were late to school again?" Betty asks at lunch, you and her being the first at your table.

"I overslept." You say, confused as to her curiosity.

"You left La Bonne Nuit around ten." She says.

"And?"

"That seems like more than enough time to get sleep."

"I was with Sweet Pea. All of you saw us leave together." You say, annoyance building in your voice. "Are you trying to-"

The boys sit down at the table, cafeteria food trays in hand.

"Are you guys okay?" Jughead asks through a mouthful of food, observing the tense atmosphere between you and Betty.

"I don't know, ask your girlfriend." You say without breaking eye contact with her.

"I was just wondering where she went last night." Betty smiles innocently.

"With me." Sweet Pea answers, cautiously observing the situation. "Why?"

"Nothing," Betty says, shrugging off the conversation. "I'm gonna go sit with V." With that, she presses a chaste kiss to Jughead's cheek before taking her food and walking to the other side of the cafeteria.

"She was interrogating me like she was trying to pin something on me." You say, glaring in her direction.

"I'm sure she wasn't accusing you of something," Jughead says unconvincingly. "I'll ask her later."

You see the table of Northsiders whispering and looking directly at you. Sweet Pea puts his hand on your knee, running his thumb over your leg. You give him a tense smile as Fangs and Toni sit down, quietly eating your food while the others laugh and talk. All you can think about is Betty's hidden acquisition and what would happen if she pursued it. If she did, she could and would find things on you that happened in the dark that you deeply hoped would never see the light of day, but now this wasn't you're decision. It was all up to her.

#sweet pea au #sweet pea smut #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale au #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale #fangs forgarty imagine #fangs fogarty #cheryl x toni #toni topaz #southside serpents

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caslikescoffeeandfreckles · 7 years ago

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Tell me about fem!destiel moving in with each other

oh dude what do you want to know??

how Deanna and Cas got roomed together their freshman year of college and absolutely hated each other’s guts because Deanna was this stereotypical party girl and Cas was the studious nerd and they would constantly bicker. Like Cas would always nag Deanna about her music being too loud and Deanna would make fun of Cas’s ridiculous tea selection (like seriously she has an entire shelf of it) and tease her about her lack of a social life until one night Cas is like “you know what? Fine! I’ll go!” and Dee is like “what just happened”

but twenty minutes later she’s walking to some frat party with Cas in tow and Cas fucking cuts loose. She’s taking shots left and right, dancing with anyone she can get her hands on, does a fucking KEG STAND. Deanna can barely believe her eyes. How has THIS been hiding inside her nerdy bookish roommate this entire time like does Cas have a split personality or something because this shit is crazy. But then Cas is suddenly there dragging Deanna into a dance and she’s grinding Dee’s backside and it’s super hot and like Cas tries to kiss her and as much as Dee really fucking wants to she holds back because Cas is obviously drunk af. And ten minutes later Cas is puking in a bush and Dee takes her back to their room and cares for her through the night.

Cas wakes up the next morning with a horrible headache but a crystal clear memory and she’s mortified looking at Deanna - her roommate. Who she tried to make out with last night. And she tries to apologize. But Deanna cuts her off with a smile and tells Cas that if she brushes her teeth they can try to finish what she started last night

or maybe you’d like some strangers to lovers with Deanna and Cas in their mid twenties and Deanna answers Cas’s craigslist ad for a roommate. They’re an odd match. Where Cas is quiet, Deanna is chatty and loud. Where Cas is introverted and reserved, Deanna is outgoing and has virtually no boundaries. Where Cas is messy, Deanna is agonizingly tidy. But somehow they work. Deanna takes over most of the housework, vacuuming and dusting because it becomes clear early on that such tasks never cross Cas’s mind. She takes over cooking too after Cas’s sixth attempt at making Dee a “welcome” dinner. They start to watch TV together and find out they have pretty similar tastes. When their days off align you can find the two on the couch usually marathoning Star Trek or 30 Rock. Neither notices how the space between them on the couch gradually closes until they’re side by side and then cuddling and they don’t realize when casual touches become a thing either. Like how Cas’s hand always finds it’s way to Deanna’s back while she’s cooking, or how Deanna brushes Cas’s bangs out of her face, or the way their hips knock together if they’re getting ready in the bathroom at the same time, or how Deanna’s arm will inevitably end up around Cas’s shoulders when they’re out together.

No neither notices until the day Deanna announces she has a date. She doesn’t want to go but her sister Sam set it up with some guy from work and she doesn’t want to let the kid down. Cas is even quieter than normal that day and spends a lot of time in her room and Deanna spends the date wondering if her roommate is maybe sick and stops at the pharmacy on her way home. When she gets there she finds Cas on the couch watching season five of 30 Rock: their favorite season. She goes to sit beside her roommate with the bag of meds and Cas accepts with a small smile and then... moves away. She leans against the right arm of the couch and Deanna’s right side suddenly feels so cold. She doesn’t feel Cas’s hand on her back the next morning while making breakfast and when they go out to meet Sam and Jess for dinner three nights later, Cas shrugs her arm off.

Deanna is at a loss because she doesn’t understand what’s happening or why it bothers her so much. She just knows that she hurts. And she misses Cas even though they’re living inside the same four walls. Everything feels wrong. She tries to talk to Sam about it but the younger Winchester is just as lost and it’s Jess who finally enlightens them with a big roll of her eyes: “hey idiot, Cas likes you.” Deanna can’t drive home fast enough and when she walks into the apartment it’s to Cas cuddled up alone on the couch again this time watching “Parks and Recreation” and she looks a little startled as Deanna runs toward her, launching herself into Cas’s arms and she starts babbling about how she never wanted to go on that stupid date and she’s sorry that she never realizes how Cas felt or that she felt the same way and she- but then Cas is kissing her and all the apologies fly away and she tangles her fingers in Cas’s long dark hair and kisses back.

OR maybe some established relationship where Deanna and Cas have been dating for a few years now and finally decide to move in together. It’s decided that Cas will move into Deanna’s place and she’s more than a little nervous. What if Deanna doesn’t like her stuff? What if she makes Cas get rid of all her stuff? What if Deanna gets annoyed seeing her every second of every day? What if they break up and Cas has nowhere to go because she cancelled the lease on her apartment and then she’ll be homeless or have to move in with her parents?!!

But all those fears wash away the second she pulls up at Deanna’s because her girlfriend is practically bouncing off the walls. She kisses Cas passionately and after they bring the first box in they make out for like ten minutes Deanna is so damn happy. There are more kisses and happy noises with every box they carry inside and all the stress is gone.

The next morning Cas is woken to breakfast in bed where Deanna kisses her over blueberry pancakes and mimosas and then says they should go to the store because she doesn’t want to have her stuff and Cas’s stuff — she wants it be their stuff and Cas couldn’t be happier. They spend like six fucking hours in Bed, Bath, and Beyond picking out new dishes and bedding and they get in a pretty heated argument by the shower curtains only to be making out ten minutes later among the throw pillows. They’re not kicked out of the store but they are strongly encouraged to leave.

That night they eat dinner on their plates. They shower behind their blue curtain. They make love on their lavender bed spread.

And two months later Deanna proposes in their living room on their comfortable couch while curled up under their favorite blanket and Cas cries and says yes, picturing their future together in their perfect little home.

#this got out of hand i'm so sorry #destiel #deancas #fem!destiel #femslash #au #mine #fem!dean #fem!cas #college au #roommates au #established relationship #fluff #Anonymous #asks

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joohoneyhoe · 7 years ago

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Push and Pull| Two

[song inspiration: Jordan Sparks & Chris Brown - No Air]

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum genre: angst, slight humor word count: 1.4k a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

Within the week I had my entire apartment packed up and shipped back to my mom’s house in the states. Despite my request to Jimin not to contact me, he did anyway. He called over and over, sent text, left voicemails where I could tell by his tone he’d been crying. I did not answer though, I refused. I couldn’t. It would only make things more difficult than they already were for myself.

Yoongi’s girlfriend Suran, my best friend, was the first person I told. The morning after, I called her and asked if she’d help me start packing. She already knew what happened, Jimin had gone straight to Yoongi at two in the morning, knowing he was the only one awake. Suran didn’t ask questions, just told me she’d get everything set up and her and Yoongs would take over my lease since they’d already been looking for a place.

The next person I called was my mom, told her what happened and she supported my choice to come home, even though she didn’t think running away was the best way to deal with it. She paid to have everything I wanted to take shipped back, which was only clothes and all my books. All the furniture, electronics, all of it, I was leaving for Suran and Yoongi. They needed it more than I did and everything just reminded me of him.

Immediately after I hung up with my mom, I called Jackson Wang. He and I had become friends when I was hired to help make the routine for Hard Carry. He was my kindred spirit, goofy, loud and way too much energy for his own good. I adored him and all his ridiculousness. Hell, I adored all of Got7, they were wonderful.

When I called Jackson and told him what had transpired, he was angry, understandably so, since we were friends. He thought the same thing I had, that we’d get married, have babies and live a happy life. And the worst part was, he and Jimin were friends, pretty good friends and I had tainted how he felt about him. Which made me feel even more regret for all the relationships I had made in the last three and a half years through Jimin.

It was my final day before my flight and I sat on my living room floor for the very last time as I waited for Jackson. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I went through our polaroids from the last three years. I felt myself getting angry as I looked at them, feeling pangs of regret hit me full force. I began ripping them, throwing them after I did and moving on to the next.

“Okay, I got a cheese pizza because you wouldn’t tell me what you want–”

Jackson saw me on the floor tearing the pictures, quickly set the pizza down and rushed over to me. “Isolde, Isolde, stop!” he grabbed the pictures from my grasp and pulled me into his chest. I collapsed into him, uncontrollably sobbing, arms around his neck.

“Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to go away.” I cried, my tears wetting his shirt.

“I wish I could take it away, Isolde. I would if I could in an instant, baby.” he whispered, his hold tightening on me as he spoke. “I know, I know you would, Jackson.“ I cried for what seemed like forever as I clutched onto him for dear life. When I felt I had it under control finally, I loosened my hold on him.

“Thank you.” I said between sniffles, dropping a hand to wipe my eyes.

“It’s my job, beautiful.”

“I’m sorry I cried all over your nice shirt.”

“It’s just a shirt, Isolde. I don’t care.”

Chuckling I let go completely and set back, only to look up and see Jaebum standing near the door with his hands jammed in his pockets. “I text you and let you know that JB was coming, you obviously didn’t get that.” Jackson explained when he saw my startled expression. Jaebum waved awkwardly, a slight smile on his face.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry you had to see that pathetic display of…patheticness.” I apologized as I watched Jackson pick up the photos of my shattered life from the floor. “There is nothing pathetic about it, Islode. Now, I’m going to go put these in a bag for you, okay?” I simply nodded, knowing I’d just throw them away when he left. He walked down the hall towards my bedroom, leaving Jaebum and I alone. I swiftly stood up, wiping the tears away as I went to the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink, Jaebum? I think I still have a few things left in here.” I rummaged through my fridge, not knowing what I was hoping to find. I felt a hand on my arm pull me away, bringing me to stand. Jaebum shut the fridge and turned me to face him before wrapping me up in a hug.

“I don’t need anything, I just want to hug you for a bit.”

He said quietly into my hair, one of his hands carding through my long dark locks carefully. I began to cry again, completely unable to control it as he held me in his comforting embrace.

“I’m sorry I keep crying. I’m a fucking mess.” I mumbled into his chest, my hands gripping the back of his shirt.

“Don’t apologize for that, Is. You have every right to cry and feel the way you do. I’m not going to judge you for that by any means. You’re my friend and this is what we do. I’m sorry we weren’t better friends sooner, I’m going to miss having you around.” surprised by his sudden bout of kindness, I pulled back and smacked his chest playfully.

“No you won’t! You’ll just miss picking on me and tossing me around like a rag doll.” he smirked, his hands still resting on my waist.

“Though that may be true, I’ll still miss you. We all will.” I took his face in my hands and kissed his cheek gently before stepping away from him.

“Thank you, Jaebum.”

Before he could speak, Jackson came back into the room, the bag of pictures in tow. “I couldn’t find anything other than this plastic bag to put them in, is that okay?” he questioned before his eyes fell on us standing there in the kitchen silently.

“You guys alright?” his eyebrow shot up cautiously as he eyeballed us.

“Yeah, I was just blubbering again.” I joked, moving to grab three plates from the cupboard.

“Knock it off, it’s not blubbering. You’re upset, it’s a human emotion, bitch.” for the first time in a week, I actually laughed.

“Jesus Christ, good to know you’re the same Jackson, whether I’m a mess or not.”

“Of course I am, that’s why we became friends in the first place.” I leaned against the breakfast bar, Jaebum coming over and mirroring me, our shoulders touching.

“No, it’s because you forced your friendship on her, just like you did with the rest of us.” Jaebum teased, his eyes shifting up to look at his friend instead of his hands.

“Fuck you, Im Jaebum. At least I don’t fuck with her until she beats the crap out of me.”

“I like the abuse.”

As they bickered I began to laugh, feeling somewhat normal once again and enjoying every second of it. They continued to argue with each other as I put pizza on each of their plates, sliding it in front of them.

Anytime I hung out with Jackson, Jaebum seemed to always be with him or at least nearby. They gave me some of the most fun late night adventures around Seoul I could ask for. Jeabum in particular, he always knew just how to push my buttons and yet make me laugh at the same time.

He was much different than Jackson in so many ways. He was quiet, serious and fun all at the same time. He was blunt and yet somehow very gentle. He could be childish when he wanted to, but he was also the leader of Got7 for a reason, he knew when to stop. I enjoyed his company a lot more than I realized up until right now and I knew then how much I was going to miss this country.

“Isolde, aren’t you going to eat?” Jackson’s question jolted me from my thoughts, eyes snapping to his face. I shook my head no, resting my chin on my left hand. Jaebum reached over me to grab a piece of pizza and plopped it on my plate.

“You’re eating or I’m killing you.” he threatened before stuffing half his pizza slice in his mouth.

“I’d welcome that at this point, Im Jaebum.” he side eyed me, his eyebrow arching in annoyance. I smiled, reassuring him that I was only joking.

“Eat your pizza, asshole.” Jackson interjected, his mouth full. I let out a dramatic sigh, trying to hide my smirk before I took a bite.

“I’m going to miss you guys.”

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idorkish · 8 years ago

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Little Munson - Chapter 2

A/N - Welcome to the second chapter! There is lots of fluff in this part. I tried doing a lot more dialogue as I’m still playing with formatting. There really aren’t many warnings for this.

Angel stood in front of the full length mirror, going over her outfit once more. “I got this. This will be OK,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. Angel had been pacing for most of the day in the clubhouse. The guys would be going on a run for the weekend, and like always, Angel would be staying at the clubhouse with Bambi, Jax, Opie, and Gemma. They had long given up on trying to keep all the kids at Gemma's house, as Jax and Opie were prone to sneaking out and going to the clubhouse, and Angel always seemed to get bored and fuss around in the kitchen.

Tonight, they were waiting for a discussion occasion. Angel would be going on her first real date, with none other than David Hale. Bobby had been reluctant to let her go. “She's too young!” “I know what boys his age think about!” That's all Angel heard for a very long week. It took Jax and Tara agreeing to double date and meeting at the clubhouse for him to finally give in. Angel also assumed Gemma and Luanne had a hand in making him cave easier.

Despite the change in plans, Angel couldn’t deny that she was having a lot of fun with all the additional people. She sat at the table, nibbling on her slice of pizza, while Gemma went on about something Angel stopped paying attention to long ago. Angel was too busy watching David at one of the arcade games, teaching Bambi how to play one of the games. Gemma noticed Angel’s distraction and followed her gaze over to the two playing. “You know, he’s good with her. Didn’t expect that from a Hale, especially not with our family.”

Angel smiled and turned her attention back to David, who was now helping Bambi beat an older kid at the game. “I really like him Ma. I'm glad we all came out together. It's been awhile, since before… Well you know, everything.” Angel still hated talking about JT, it still felt like a fresh wind that everyone refused to acknowledge.

Gemma smiled as she reached over and gave Angel’s hand a small squeeze. “Why don’t we go play some pool? I’ll teach you some tricks to use against your uncles”

Angel nodded quickly as she jumped up and waited for Gemma. Gemma had let the boys know they were heading toward arcade and she blew a kiss to Bambi as they walked past her and David.

By the time the bowling alley finally closed, everyone was exhausted and ready to pass out for the night. Bambi had climbed onto Opie’s lap sometime during their last hour and passed out against him. Gemma had made all of them sit and stand around Opie and the sleeping Bambi so she could capture a picture.

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The following weeks at school seemed to fly by so quickly for Angel and David. If you looked for one, you often found the other not far behind. Despite his family’s concern about the amount of time at spent at the T.M Garage, David was happiest when with his friends and Angel. Bobby and Clay had been hesitant at first to have a Hale around so much, but the more time David spent with them the more they saw how open he was to all the bikers. If he wasn’t at school or at football practice, he was either with Opie & Jax, in the clubhouse studying with Angel and keeping an eye on Bambi, or in the garage with Bobby and Otto - who were determined to teach him how to fix cars. Bobby started to accept that David would be around for a while. He had never seen Angel smile so much and because of that, he was determined to like David, even if he was a Hale.

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“Any plans for this weekend Angel?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. My dad has a date with this new chic he’s been seeing. So I was just planning to ask Tig if I could spend the weekend with Bambi. It’s been awhile since we had time together.”

“You really love that little girl huh?”

“Well yeah. She’s my little sister, of course I love her silly!”

“I envy you and your family. You all seem so close, you have Jax, Ope, and little Bambi. I just have Jacob and... well, you’ve met the douche. Think Tig and Happy will be ok with us taking Bambi out? The carnival is in town and it would be nice to spend time together…”

“I’d like that. I think she’d like that too. As you can tell, she’s the baby. Everyone always keeps an eye on her. I’ll talk to my uncles tonight and see.”

David pressed a small kiss to her temple before getting up from the lunch table “I’ll see you before the end of the day ok? I have practice after school so I won’t be able to walk you home.”

Angel smiled up at him and giggled. “Davey, you don’t have to walk me home everyday. My brothers should be doing that.”

David smiled wide and tried to hide the blush creeping across his face. Angel was the only one ever allowed to call him Davey, and every time she did, he couldn’t help but smile. In the few months they had become exclusive, David had been the happiest he had remembered. “As your boyfriend, it is MY job to make sure you make it home safe.” He pressed another kiss to her temple and began to collect his things. “I promise to see you later though. Good luck on your tests today!”

Angel smiled and waved him off before collecting her own things. She couldn’t wait for the day to be over so she could see him again.

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As the last bell of the day rang out, Angel quickly grabbed all her things and hurried off to her locker. As expected, there was David leaning against her locker. With him were Opie and Jax, with neither of their girls in tow. Angel cleared her throat to capture their attention and smiled, “You kinda need to get off the locker so I can put things away, otherwise I can’t do my work once I’m home Davey.”

David stuck his tongue out at her before pushing himself off her locker. “Yeah, that would be pretty horrible right. Not being able to do homework?”

Jax and Opie just laughed at the two. They had been slightly hesitant when David first approached them about asking Angel out. They knew his family but he wasn’t like them, they were stuck up snobs. David was more chilled out and open. He looked past the Teller and Winston last name and association and actually got to know them. When he actually asked their permission to ask Angel out, they were more than happy to agree that it was a good idea. Opie nudged Jax and smiled as they watched the two interact. Opie knew that those two would be together for a long time. Opie and Jax had talked about it before, David was good for their little sister. He made her more confident and outspoken. She kept him grounded and level-headed.

“Alright dorks, enough bickering. Some of us actually want to get home or at least far away from this hell!”

Angel rolled her eyes at her brothers and turned her attention back to David. “I”ll see you tomorrow ok?” She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and followed behind the impatient boys.

“Don’t forget to ask your uncles!” David smiled as she held a thumbs up.

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On the walk home, Jax and Opie had went on about how they couldn’t wait to get their own bikes and they wouldn’t have to walk home anymore. Angel laughed and tapped them both on the stomach, reminding them that they could use the exercise. They both ran after Angel the rest of the way, their loud laughter echoing across the empty streets. It didn’t take the trio long after to make it to the TM garage. Angel ran right past the gates and toward the open bays, where she knew Otto and Clay always were. “Don’t let them get me!” She ran toward them as she tried to stop laughing. “What are you talking about?” Clay chuckled as Angel tried to hide behind him. A glance toward the gate was all they needed. Jax and Opie were both red faced but running fast toward them. “What did you do girl?”

Angel just giggled and wrapped her arms around Clay’s waist. “Nothing! They’re just mad because they’re out of shape!” she yelled at the two boys, who were leaning against the bay entrance, trying to catch their breaths. Otto stood beside Clay, holding his stomach as he tried to stop laughing. Otto pulled Angel from Clay and wrapped his arms around her. “They ain’t gonna do anything to my little girl!” Angel smiled up at her uncle before turning and sticking her tongue out at Jax.

“Oh, is Uncle Tig or Happy around? I gotta talk to them.”

Clay had went back to working on the truck in front of him and didn’t bother to look up. “Yea, Happy’s in the clubhouse with Bambi and Tig’s in the office with Gemma. Why?”

Angel leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Just have to talk to them. Oh is my dad around?”

“Yep. Working on the books in the Chapel I think. I wouldn’t bother him though, let him finish.”

Angel found Tig and Happy sitting at one of the tables with Bambi between them, papers strewn across the tabletop. “Hey guys. Is it ok if David and I take Bambi to the carnival tonight?”

The men shot their heads up and stared at Angel. “Who else is going?” Happy was the first to speak as he squinted his eyes toward Angel. “Well, I’m pretty sure most of the town will be there. I think Jax and Opie are taking the girls. But honestly, I’m note sure.”

Tig stared between Angel and Happy for a moment before speaking up. “If Bambi wants to go, then it’s ok with me.” Angel smiled and looked at Bambi, “You want to go to the carnival tonight Bambi?” Bambi bounced in her seat and smiled up at Angel, “Yes! Can we go on all the rides?”

“As many times as you want!”

Happy groaned and shook his head. “Fine, but not too much greasy food for her! It’s bad enough she only eats shitty food when I’m not around.”

Angel giggled and wrapped her arms around Happy. Despite his reputation as being a killer and “Scary”, Angel saw that he was nothing more than a big teddy bear to Angel and Bambi. “I promise to make her eat well. I’ll even keep away from the fried foods!”

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The night was a perfect night in Charming. The clouds were nowhere in the sky, letting the stars shine through. The wind made small appearances to keep the inhabitants cool and carry the sound of laughter throughout the small city. Adults and children of various ages were running around the brightly lit grounds of the traveling carnival. Angel held the hand of her little sister as the ran from game to game, winning so many prizes that David could barely carry all of them. Angel was so happy that Tig had agreed to let Bambi out with them, without an adult. Angel was sure that she’d run into the Sons sometime during the night, but she was still happy to have the small amount of freedom with Bambi for once.

After two hours of playing games and going on all the rides, the trio was hungry and agreed that food was in order. Bambi pointed out an empty table and they felt lucky once again during the night. Angel kept hold of Bambi’s hand until they were seated. She smiled at her little sister and gave her a hug before letting her sit down. “I’ll go grab us some food. You two stay here!” Angel tried to hurry to the food vendors but was held back by David, who was smiling up at her. “Here, my treat remember. Get whatever you two want.” Angel smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. She wanted to leave them two alone to talk. She had a feeling that despite the fun she was having, Bambi wasn’t too keen on being near David.

Angel left the two at the table and made her way over to the food vendor. As David watched her walk away, Bambi turned to him and cleared her throat. “So, what are you playing at here?” She glared up at the older teen, her brow raised. Looking at the young child, David could see that she was truly an heir to Gemma. “What? What do you mean?”

Bambi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Let’s be serious here. I get you being nice at the bowling alley. You were trying to look good in front of our mom. She ain’t here. I am though. So what are you trying to get at? Why invite me? And what are your intentions with my sister?”

David stared at Bambi, unsure of how to answer. 8 years old and already she was already interrogating him to protect her older sibling. This is what he had tried to get Angel to understand; she might have been the only child of her father but she had siblings willing to protect her, and he envied it. “I invited you because you needed away from your family, both of you did. Every time I’m at the garage, you’re by yourself. Yea, you’re younger than your brothers and sister but it doesn’t mean you can’t come out with us once in awhile. I’ve told Angel this many times, I get that you’re all a package deal. I date her and I get the whole family. I really like your sister, Bambi. I want to get to know you so we can include you in more of our outings.”

Bambi glared up at the boy, unsure of his answer. She could tell he wasn’t lying but she had heard everyone talking about Angel dating a Hale. That name seemed to said with so much venom when David wasn’t around. No one ever used Hale when talking to him. The adults were slowly getting used to him being around. Bambi understood that she would need to get used to him being around. What Bambi didn’t like was that Angel was no longer around as much; when she was, David wasn’t far behind her. She already lost Jax and Opie to their girlfriends, Angel was the last one to keep paying any attention to her.

“Look Bambi, I get it. But I promise I’m not trying to take your sister away from you. I used to feel that way when my brother Jacob started dating. As soon as he was dating, all of a sudden he no longer wanted to hang out. Became a real jerk to me because he thought it would impress the girls. I won’t let that happen to you kiddo.”

As Bambi went to reply to David, Angel reappeared at their table with arms full of food. “Don’t tell your dads I got you all this Bambi! I don’t need Happy scolding me for feeding you all this greasy food,” Angel winked at her little sister as she sat the slices of pizza, boxes of candy, and cups of soda on the table. Angel took a seat next to Bambi and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Having fun?”

Bambi shot a quick glance to David, who was smiling at the two, before turning to Angel, “Yes! Can we go on the ferris wheel after this!?” Angel laughed and nodded. “Anything you want...well anything that won’t make you throw up!”

By the time they were done with their food, the carnival seemed to be winding down. The trio made their way to the ferris wheel and were able to get on the last ride of the night. David and Angel sat on one side, his arms wrapped around her as she laid her head on his shoulder. Bambi sat on the other side with the various stuffed animals and with a wide smile on her face as they made their way up into the sky. “Angel look at all the lights! Can we see the house from up here?” Bambi had pressed her face close to the glass and stared out at the city. “Yep, I’m sure you can.”

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It was late by the time David walked the two back to the clubhouse. Bambi had seemed to be falling asleep halfway through their walk and David gladly carried her the rest of the way as Angel carried all their wins. As they walked into the lot, they took notice that all the bikes were there. Angel smiled wider, they hadn’t gone to check on them. Holding the door open for David, Angel noticed all the men sitting around with a beer, seemingly relaxed for the first time in a long time. Happy was the first to notice them and made his way over, holding his arms out. David attempted to transfer Bambi to Happy but stopped as she grabbed onto his shirt and whined. Angel did her best to hold back a laugh at the hurt look on Happy’s face. The others noticed and tried to contain their laughter as well. Angel moved quickly and hugged Happy, “Don’t worry, she’s just too comfortable. She still loves you the most.”

Happy rolled his eyes and beckoned for David to follow him. Angel walked over to the couch that Tig was resting on and tossed all the stuffed animals and toy weapons on him. “This is everything she won tonight. Every want to get the toys, have her do the shooting games! She and David killed it tonight!” Tig laughed and pushed the toys off to the side. “That’s my girl. Hey, thanks for taking her out tonight.”

Angel smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Anything for her, Uncle Tig.” Tig squeezed her hand and smiled again. Angel stood and looked around the room for her dad, “He’s in the chapel with Clay and Otto right now.”

On cue, Bobby walked out of the chapel with a laughing Otto next to him. Angel made her way over to the two and wrapped her arms around her father. “Have a good night princess?” Otto asked as he kissed the top of her head. “Yea, went on all the rides. Won a lot of stuff too!” Bobby smiled and squeezed his daughter. “Glad you had fun.”

Just then David reappeared in the room. “Happy said goodnight to everyone. He’s staying with Bambi in the room. I should be heading home. I’ll see you monday Angel.”

Bobby watched as he waved goodbye to everyone and made his way toward the doors. “Hey, how you getting home?”

David turned back to look at Bobby and shrugged. “Just going to walk home.”

Bobby shook his head and released Angel from his grips. “Cmon boy. I’ll take you home. Can’t have you walking home at this time of night. Ever rode on the back of a bike before?” David just shook his head, causing everyone to laugh. “Well, better get used to it kid. Maybe one day, we’ll teach you to ride a bike.”

Otto stared at his niece and nudged Piney, who was staring too. The two looked at each other and shook their heads. They all knew the looks between Angel and David. “Our little girl is falling, ain’t she?” Otto whispered. Piney took a swig of his beer and sighed. “Oh yea. And hard. Same thing for that kid. This will be interesting to see.”

Angel smiled as Bobby threw his arm around David and led him outside. Yea he was a Hale - a family that always seemed to be at odds with the club but he was different. The fact that her family was taking a liking to him made Angel smile. She wasn’t sure what she was really feeling but she was happiest when David was around.

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We All Have Battle Scars

A PromptoXOC Soulmate AU based on We Intertwined

We All Have Battle Scars ~Chapter 13~ SFW Word Count: 2,181

Wiz and Alaea stood there in absolute shock, not sure how to react to the news that was brought. Alaea had assumed her mom had gone off to Altissia years ago and had made peace with the fact that she would never see her again. Now, it not only turned out she was within the region all this time, but that she and her father were nothing more than an some gil and a place to hide when the law was looking for her. That was...Alaea felt low. Lower than low-what was lower than dirt?

"Ali..." Wiz tried to reach out and comfort Alaea only to have his hand shaken away and have a set of very angry brown eyes glare at Wiz.

"So, any other family members I should know about? Do I have a grandmother assassin somewhere? Does it turn out my grandfather is the leader of the Impirial Army?"

Alaea ignored the guilt she felt when she saw Wiz's red eyes and also ignored the fact that this was just as hard for Wiz as it was for her. Clenching his teeth to stop himself from crying, Wiz tried to explain. "Your Aunt Gina was the only other family member I knew about because she was at our wedding. What Aunt Gina didn't tell you was that there was a bounty on her head as well-I don't know if that's changed or not, but I figured that it was better for you not to know about your Aunt Gina, the con artist,"

Alaea tried to stop the tears in her eyes and couldn't, so she rubbed her eyes furiously to try and make them go away. "It's my family-she's my aunt. Maybe if you had told me earlier, I would have been able to find mom years ago! What right do you have to keep me away from my family?"

"I was trying to protect you, Alaea! You don't know your mom like I do, you haven't seen her since you were four!"

"And whose fault is that?" Alaea looked at the paper in her hand, one of her tears falling and messing up a number two in the string of numbers. Shaking her head, she pocketed the slip of paper, determination in her eyes. "I'm going to go find her...I...I have to know,"

"What do you have to know? What are you talking about?"

"She took me with her that night for a reason, dad! I have to know...I have to know if...if..." The words wouldn't leave Alaea's mouth and it made her swallow down the lump that she felt in her throat.

"I don't know why your mom took you with her that night, Chocobee. All I know is that the last few weeks before your mom left, she was not the same woman I married,"

"I know it was bad! I remember her being the world's biggest bitch!"

"It's not just that-" Wiz tried to say, but Alaea wasn't having any of it.

"How else was she acting? Give me an example,"

"Goddammit, Ali, I'm not going to do that to you! I was the one who stayed, I was the one who didn't pack up and abandon you for some money. Don't I deserve a little bit of your trust?"

"I-I don't know," Alaea shook her head to clear her thoughts, but it wasn't working. She was still as confused, as angry and as bitter as ever. "I don't know! I don't know what to think anymore, but I have to know, okay? I have to!"

"Oh, no you don't," Wiz blocked Alaea as she tried to leave out the front door and folded his arms. "I forbid you from doing this!"

"'Forbid me'?" Alaea scoffed. "I think I'm a little old for that,"

"I'm just trying to do what's best for you! Can you just believe me on this?"

"I do believe you, dad. But I've never been that weak little girl you wanted to believe I was. I can take care of myself and I'll face the consequences of what happens after this," Alaea finally shoved her dad out of the way and he let her go, now seeing that arguing with her was pointless. She had her mother's determination, after all.

"You're not going to like what you hear, Alaea!" Wiz tried to call out to her, but she was already gone.

Prompto sat outside the caravan as usual, though this time he was occasionally standing and pacing back and forth. He had considered a few times going and knocking on Wiz's front door, but he decided against it, even after the blonde woman, Alaea's aunt, left the Outpost. Now, Prompto sat outside with Ignis and Noctis while Gladio ignored all the female workers at the Outpost who surrounded him as he did push-ups in the driveway.

"So, how's it going with you two?" Noctis asked to pass the time.

Prompto touched the back of his neck and traced the soulmate mark with his fingers like he often did. "I think it's going well...she seems to be more comfortable around me. But I still don't think she believes the soulmate mark legend...thing,"

"Do you think it's real?" Ignis asked.

Prompto stopped tracing the mark and sat thinking for a moment. Did he believe the soulmate mark legend, that people with soulmate marks were destined to be together? Or was it just some crazy coincidence? Everyone had told him it was real, but did he believe it for himself and not just because other people told him it was real? "I like to think it is,"

Noctis nodded. "I mean, people having individual and different marks and there's another person who just so happens to have the same mark, just mirrored? I guess it is too big of a coincidence,"

"I don't think Alaea doubts the mark itself," Prompto said. "I think she just doesn't believe that soulmates are really meant to be together and fall in love,"

"It sounds to me like it's more of a lack of faith in love than in a legend," Ignis observed.

Prompto picked up his camera to occupy himself, still continuing the conversation as he got up to take pictures of some passing Chocobo’s being led to the racing track by workers. "After being shit on all of her life by a bunch of people because of a stupid scar, I think it's more of a loss of faith in humanity,"

Prompto snapped a decent shot of a Chocobo nipping at the worker. He looked at the photo to study it, but he found his mind wandering back to Alaea. He felt such a strong and emotional connection to her after only knowing her for a few weeks...what if she decided she didn't want anything to do with him?

"I need you to take me to Old Lastallum,"

Alaea pulled Prompto out of his thoughts as she stood in front of the three, her typical determination set in her face. Her eyes were red and Prompto saw tear strains on her cheeks, but he was too busy focused on what she said to make any remark.

"Uh, we don't have a car, Ali," Prompto reminded Alaea about the lack of the Regalia, which there was still no word of.

"We'll rent Chocobo’s, but I think it's a days ride by Chocobo and I don't think it's safe to go by myself. Will you go with me?"

Prompto looked at Noctis for an answer. Noctis' answer was a shrug. "I don't care-we've got nothing else to do until we figure out where the Regalia is, anyway,"

"Did you require all of our assistance?" Ignis asked calmly.

Alaea shook her head. "I don't care-you can all tag along or you can all stay here. But I'm going with or without you, but I'd feel safer if someone would go with me,"

Gladio, who had come up to the caravan to get some water, leaned against one of the chairs. "Can we ask what this is about?"

Alaea stopped for a second; she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, so she closed it. After about 30 seconds of silence, she swallowed, forcing herself to talk. "I...I can't tell you. All I can say is that it's important to me. I understand if you don't want to go, but just know that if you do, it would mean the world to me,"

Prompto obviously needed no convincing. "Well, I'm in,"

Alaea smiled at him with gratitude and looked at the other three.

"Got nothing better to do," Noctis mumbled.

Gladio smirked a bit and Prompto didn't need to be a mind reader to tell he loved the idea of camping while riding the Chocobo’s to Old Lastallum. "Traveling by Chocobo sounds fun,"

"I don't see why not," Ignis said.

Prompto's heart hurt when he saw Alaea's eyes fill with tears, but she wiped them away before Prompto could hug her and smiled at the four people she felt comfortable around enough to now call her friends.

"Thank you,"

Alaea felt super relieved that she had washed her work clothes the previous night; the last thing she wanted was to meet her mom in dirty work clothes, but didn't want to wear her casual sweater and jeans when they were going to be camping in the woods as they traveled towards the coordinates near Old Lastallum.

After some quick necessities, they were on the road with their Chocobo’s in tow. Chocobo’s could actually be pretty fast, so it wouldn't be super long to get to Old Lastallum and they all traveled along the road with music from Noctis' mp3 player to pass the time, occasionally having to get off to confront a group of daemon's by the side of the road. Alaea couldn't help but notice that during the trip, Prompto was extremely calm and quiet, but Alaea convinced herself that she would deal with her mom first and then figure out what was going on with Prompto.

As soon as it began to get to get dark, Ignis recommended they stop for camp and predicted that they would reach Old Lastallum by the early afternoon of the next day. While she did the best she could to help out, Alaea was mostly brushed aside as the camp set up was pretty routine with the four.

It wasn't long before darkness fully set in the night and Ignis prepared the only meal Prompto had thought to bring: Cup Noodles.

Alaea was too kind-hearted to tell them that she hated Cup Noodles.

Alaea nibbled in silence as Gladio, Prompto and Ignis debated whether Cup Noodles was actually healthy for you or not (spoilers-it's not) while Noctis played on his phone. Prompto had turned in his seat to face and argue better with Ignis, so Alaea could clearly see the soulmate mark from this angle whenever Prompto scratched the back of his hair or neck.

Noticing her staring, Noctis smiled softly while the other three continued to bicker. "You know, he's been touching that mark on the back of his neck for as long as I've known him. It was kind of creepy,"

Alaea didn't respond, she just continued to stare, deep in thought about the soulmate mark and what it meant. Her parents had been soulmates...were soulmates really meant to fall in love or was it just a false hope? "Do you believe it?"

Noctis focused on Alaea. "Believe what?"

"The soulmate mark-do you believe that people with the soulmate marks are really destined to fall in love with each other?"

Noctis paused at that and looked down on his phone in concentration. "I don't know...Luna and I were never soulmates, but I didn't mind when I found out I was supposed marry her. She's a good friend, after all,"

"But..." Alaea chewed on the inside of her cheek, worried she was going too far, but deciding to ask anyway. "But do you love her?"

Noctis didn't act offended. In fact, he put his head back like he wasn't a stranger to the thought before this and had wondered the same thing at night when he couldn't sleep. "Sure I do...but I mean, it's kind of like loving your sister or your mother. I'm willing to do what's right for the people, but if I had a choice, I don't think I would marry Luna. And Luna knows that because she feels the same way, but we both knew we have...or at least, had...a duty to fulfill,"

Noctis glanced at Alaea with a smug smile. "But if you're thinking about selling that to a journalist, I'll just deny it, so there's no point,"

Alaea rolled her eyes. "I'm not that shallow,"

Prompto laughed really loudly-apparently, he had said something to irritate Gladio, so Gladdy had tackled him to the ground and was now putting the poor kid in a headlock, while Ignis just sat there and drank his coffee.

Noctis looked at the two and started chuckling. "I know you're not shallow-but neither is Prompto,"

Alaea smiled softly. She was still unsure of the answer to her question, but she started to wonder if it really mattered. Prompto made her happy, she could no longer deny it...was happiness really all that mattered, with or without a soulmate mark?

"Yeah, I know,"

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