#THESE TWO MAKE ME SO SOOOOFT

[pianokantzart]

I always get a bad taste in my mouth whenever I see comics of ppl not only depicting Mario being a bad or inconsiderate supportive brother (though I mainly see that last one when it comes to ppl shipping Bowuigi) but that Luigi is unhappy being around his brother, is jealous of Mario, and worse wanting to abandon Mario. And I honestly dislike that theory/trope I see in certain fan comics. It makes me uncomfortable.

It’s why I love the movie so so much cuz it leaves no room for that. The movie point blank shows us that not to be the case. They support one another, Mario is literally always there for Luigi, protecting him and is there for him. He went through so much just to be reunited with his brother. And his reaction alone when they were reunited is enough to show how much Mario loves Luigi. Meanwhile there is not a ounce of jealousy, envy or a hint that Luigi is unhappy being with and around Mario, if anything he’s the one that’s the most supportive of his brothers dreams and aspirations cuz he also has the same dreams and aspirations himself.

He’s not jealous of Mario, he’s his brothers biggest fan and vice versa with Mario. They love and support each and I find that so beautiful and just a breathe of air considering that there were sooo many people saying that Mario was an awful brother and that Luigi was unhappy being around him. Because why would we want that? They are called the Mario Bros for a reason, why would we want them to hate and be inconsiderate and be unhappy around the other?

Sure they may have disagreements but I feel that even those wouldn’t be that serious and if they were they would be about the others safety/something they would talk about and that would develop in a fight. They love the other too much to ever actually fight and be verbally angry at each other.

If there was ever a point that they actually did have a real fight rather than a simple disagreement, then– like you said– it would stem from a life or death situation: Mario being worried for his brother... Luigi wanting to support and protect his sibling despite the danger... and a fear of losing one another. But even then I have trouble seeing an argument between them getting too serious. At the end of the day, Mario and Luigi seem to mutually understand that they are strongest when they are together. The writers of The Mario Movie really saw all the weird Matt Patt theories and "Luigi is jealous" speculation, and said "Not only are Mario and Luigi not at odds with one another, but they are each other's greatest source of peace and happiness."

"We're going to make the first scene with them chock full of physical and verbal affection. We're going to hammer home just how much protecting his brother means to Mario, and how much Luigi supports his sibling to hell and back. We're going to make Mario's biggest point of upset come from being accused of bringing his brother down. We're going to make Luigi's greatest impulse amidst the fear and pain of an interrogation to hype his brother up. We're going to establish that Mario and Luigi have never been willingly parted for longer than a day. We're going to make the driving force of the story how much they want to be reunited. We're going to make 'nothing can hurt us as long as we're together' their motto. We're going to make their brotherhood the heart of this film" and by God it is glorious!

[jongbross]

hello may i request matching couple items headcanon with exo? thank you <3

xiumin:

minseok would have matching mugs with you. as a big fan of coffee, he would go shopping with you one day and lose himself at the store. when he's back, he has two grey mugs with little drawings that complete each other. "look what i found! it's cute, don't you think?"

suho:

junmyeon would definitely have matching phone cases with you. he has a good collection of cases, so it would only be natural for him to receive a package one day and say "love, come see it!" - and when you appear behind him, you see two star wars phone cases with the words "i love you" and "i know". 🥹

lay:

i think yixing would either have matching necklaces or matching earrings with you, it just fits him. maybe he would be preparing to travel for a press tour, and before he leaves, he takes you out on a date and gives you a little box with a cute silver necklace, a tiny, shiny pendant on it. when you look at him, he pulls his own necklace from inside his shirt. "we're matching", yixing would say, with a big smile on his face.

baekhyun:

definitely matching shirts. baekhyun would tease you, looking online for corny matching shirts for couples - like those with bright colors and funny sayings. he would loooove to see you annoyed, rolling your eyes at him. in the end, baek would buy simple, minimalist matching shirts in a dark color - "we don't need to drought attention to our love, people would be jealous that you have me and they don't".

chen:

matching bracelets!!! the idea probably wouldn't be his, maybe jongdae would see someone doing it and just tell you "hey, what if we do it too?". next thing you know, you two would be at his couch on a sunday afternoon, making diy bracelets for each other - something that he would never, ever take it off.

chanyeol:

this man screams matching sneakers to me. chanyeol loves buying new shoes, and at some point he would start to look at a few sneakers and think that maybe they would fit you - and then it hits him. what if you two had matching sneakers? it would be nice, right? and this new nike air force is just sooo cute, isn't it? 🤭

d.o:

kyungsoo is a simple guy, he doesn't like to go too big for a lot of things - and one of them is matching items. i feel like he would maybe buy something small, like a keychain, at one of his trips. he would see the two keychains completing each other and instantly think about you. "i thought of you - and look, i have one too", kyungsoo would say, hoping you would like it.

kai:

soft, sooooft boy. jongin would definitely have matching pajamas with you, with cute little things all over it - his would probably have little brown bears, while yours would have little dogs or cats on it. jongin absolutely loves to sleep and to have comfortable clothes on, so the moment you said you needed a new pair of pajamas, he went "oh my god, i know just the place!"... and then you two left with two bags each.

sehun:

where the fuck is gifs from sehun on at sg photoshoot?

deep inside, sehun is a child - we all know that. so i absolutely think he would love the idea of having matching toothbrushes with you! the idea would be yours, but he would laugh his ass off once he saw it. "i want the spongebob one" "nope, that's mine" - as he grabs and puts in his mouth. "sehun, you didn't wash it!!!"

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

It’s very important to read Victor’s Glass Boat Date before this call, or you won’t understand what they’re talking about. So, make sure you read that first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents that are yet to be released in the global server! ⌚

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✧ [CALL] ✧

Victor: I’m almost home.

Victor: What, have you gotten the results already?

MC: Not yet, but I think the time should be near soon. Sigh, I obviously wasn’t nervous anymore when I delivered it….

MC: I even joked with you that it’s an improvisation work anyway, and being selected would illustrate that I’m the “chosen child of heavens.”

MC: But as the times goes on waiting for the results, I’m getting apprehensive again….

MC: AHHHHHH it’s practically just as torturous as when the college entrance exam results were released back then!!

Victor: In that case; just be nervous for a while now.

MC: Mm? You actually aren’t gonna advise me not to be anxious?

Victor: I think a certain someone has dissected the reason for her anxiousness very clearly and she doesn’t seem to need me to enlighten her about anything.

Victor: Or do you wish for me to accompany you and be anxious with you?

MC: How do you plan to accompany me, hmm?

Victor: [imitates MC’s voice]  Repeat “What should I do–AHH–Vi…cto…r” — A hundred times.

MC: Pfffttt HAHAHAHAHA….!!

Victor: [laughs softly]  Feeling better?

MC: Hmm…. feels like it’s getting better.

MC: By the way, Victor, how about——— AHH!

Victor: What’s with the shock?

MC: Stanley Anderson’s e-mail is here!

MC: Whew…. phew…. let me take a deep breath first….

MC: ….

Victor: ….MC?

Victor: [panicking 1.0]  Did you pass or not?

Victor: [sighs deeeeeply, panicking 2.0]  Why aren’t you talking? It’s making me nervous too….

Victor: [panicking 3.0]  Are you there?

Victor: [panicking 3.5 but still trying to be optimistic]  It doesn’t matter if you didn’t pass. Didn’t we say earlier that we will fight again in two years——

MC: I…. P-A-S-S-E-D-!!

MC: I can’t believe I actually passed! I love the director, I love the world, I love Victor! I’m gonna kiss you ten thousand times!!

Victor: [heaves a sooooft sigh of relief, laughs softly]  Really a dummy, so happy that she already can’t find her way around.

Victor: Save some of that energy from jumping around. I’m already in the elevator, and will be home soon.

Victor: I just happened to bring a bottle of red wine today. We can throw you a celebration.

Victor: As for a certain someone’s “bold words” just now, I’ll start counting later.

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[Note]: MC says “我爱李泽言” – (I love Victor) and she really uses “爱 (ài) - love” which did take me by surprise cause PG like, almost never uses 爱 in their script, mostly they go for “喜欢 (like), “爱护/珍爱 (cherish)” which our EN translation often tends to translate as “love.” In terms of emotions and feelings, 爱 bears a much, much, much heavier weight~ 🥺❤️

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✧ [MOMENTS] ✧

Victor’s Post: On behalf of Pudding, I’d like to politely decline the next “LFG Cat Lover’s” activity.

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⊳ OPTION A:

MC: HAHAHAHA did Pudding eat a little too much in this event?

Victor: ….Mm. Being too popular doesn’t seem to be a good thing either.

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⊳ OPTION B:

MC: I protest on behalf of the LFG Cat Lover’s Group!!

Victor: The protest is ineffective. Wait for him to lose weight successfully, then we can discuss it again.

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⊳ OPTION C:

MC: But Pudding just made new friends….

Victor: You can let the friends pay him a visit in small batches. Pudding can’t handle all this information in one go.

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[Note]: In case you don’t know, “LFG Cat Lover’s” was at first a chat group for the LFG employees who love cats and have cats as pet. Later, it became more vibrant, taking the activities offline and arranging various events.

[T/N]: We were first introduced to this adorable group in Victor’s S2 CH 14-17 R&S. And, in S1 dating timeline, we were introduced to this group in 4th anniversary event! (*´ω｀*)~♪

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[silly-little-soul]

Purr for your thoughts?

A/N: This is a repost from one of my Wattpad accounts, I wrote it forever ago; there’s a bunch of grammar mistakes and it’s generally not very good

(Requests are open)

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Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif)

Format: oneshot

Characters: Stella, briefly Felix (relationship not specified but it's friendly)

Type: crack, slight comfort, I’m not sure tbh

Reader info: 1st person, no 3rd person pronouns

Warnings: some swear words, d/ath related mentions

Word count: 1628

Proofread: no

Summary: after a long day you hang out with Stella

The door clicks as I turn the key Felix gave me. As I open it I am met with utter chaos and while it isn't a surprise to find his study in such a state it still earns a loud groan from me. That is really not something I wanted to deal with today. I flop down on the small sofa and sigh. When Felix asked me to get one of his books he didn't mention I'd have to fight myself through such a mess to find it. The day was already stressful as it was: Sage needed to get bailed out of some trouble, I was assigned the reappearing Saaros-lotion-situation (we stocked up on lotion and thought it as solved but apparently you 'can't use that lotion with these weather conditions'), I unfortunately ran into Felix right as he was searching for someone to test a new spell on and Anisa somehow talked me into taking some of her chores today while she's on some mysterious mission.

I should've just told Felix to get his stuff himself, but no, I thought "how bad can that one little task be compared to all the shit I already did today". Honestly I should've expected something like this from him. Not that I'm mad, it's just frustrating to think I spent all day doing stuff for people that they just see as a small favour while I am completely exhausted with all the crap I did for them.

Little no-big-deal snowballs add up to an avalanche burying me in stress and tiredness.

I'm happy to help out best I can but heck, some appreciation would be nice. But today no one seems to pay attention to me at-

"Meow?"

I turn my head to see two big green eyes staring right at me. Well, maybe someone does after all.

"Let me guess.... You want food?"

Stella jumps on the sofa and stretches.

"Hard day, huh? Yeah, me too. Everyone seemed to need help with stuff! You know how annoying it can be to do things for others and not get the recognition you think you deserve. I mean, you've been protecting this place for, actually how long is it? Years I'm sure. I've only once seen Felix even touch you and..... actually, I don't think I've ever seen anyone feed you? Do you even eat?" I laughed lightly "Well, at least that's not what you want from me then. Don'T get me wrong, I would've fed you! I just did so much today already and now I also gotta find that book somewhere in here, gosh I just wanna have dinner and go to bed. It's exhausting to be busy all day with none of it even being for yourself, and then not even being sure if you'll ever get anything back..... do you think I'm being selfish?"

I once again turn my head in her direction and am met with her very confused expression (though... maybe that's just how her face looks?)

I groan at the realisation I'm talking to an undead ball of fluff right now.

"Alright, c'mere zombie kitty", I say as I pat my lap.

Felix has warned me often not to cuddle with or even touch her but hey! She's a little cat. Yeah, she's undead. Yes, she's got some weird super dangerous demon-thingy in her. Yup, she has eaten spirits in my presence multiple times already (wherever these came from). But hey. She's small and fluffy.

After a moment she obeys, making her way on my lap. She curls up there, her stub moving slightly. I rest my hand on her, almost gasping.

"You're so soft!"

She looks up, as if questioning what I said.

"Yes! You're so soft!", I started, switching to baby-voice. "Especially considering that, you know, you're a corpse and all. Such a fluffy little princess! So sooooft. And adorable of course! You're very- geez do you ever blink?"

She kept staring at me a bit longer before I carefully guided her head to lay back on my leg.

"Aaaalright. Yknow little one, you're really awesome. You're doing a great job. You're an amazing little demon cat."

I start stroking her back with my fingertips, afraid to scare her away. When she moves I'm already worried she'll leave, but instead she stretches across my legs to reveal her belly to me. Her cuteness almost makes me squeak, but what actually makes me is how soft her belly fur is.

"So sooooft", I whisper yet again as I pet her, mesmerised by her fluffiness. As I give her little head scratches for a change she slowly reaches out for my sleeve with her little paws. I quickly move my hand a bit in amusement, making her move quickly in an attempt to catch it.

Thinking a moment I remember the ribbon that still lingers in my pocket (for whatever reason), pulling it out with a quick movement that makes Stella basically jump up.

"Heeere kitty kitty kitty", I say smiling as I move it around, leading to Stella sitting in my lap while her front paws are stretched towards the ribbon above her.

It's like she's possessed.

Haha.

Comedy was always my strength.

Half lost in thoughts I don't even notice when I pull the now-cat-toy a bit too far, only realising my mistake when I hear Stella land on the floor with a thud.

"Stella?" I look over the sofas edge, seeing her lay still with her face turned away from me. "Uhm.... Stella?" I gently tap her back but don't get any response.

Shit, did I break her?

I panic as I realise she isn't breathing for a moment before remembering that of course she doesn't, she didn't before either.... I think.

Just as I'm considering getting Felix she quickly turns her head and grabs the ribbon I no longer paid attention to from my hand and scurries away with it.

I just stare for a moment before chuckling in disbelief. "Clever puss. Is that what Felix meant? You're really evil, huh?" Stella lays a bit further off playing with her new prey and I doubt she's listening, but I continue nonetheless. "Oh, you need a villain name! Something good. Nothing boring like LoRd Of ShAdOwS (lord of shadows), like what kinda name is that? It's always just something with shadows or darkness and then that boring Lord. 'Dark Lord' this 'Lord of Shadows' that, these are so boring!"

I notice Stella is now looking at me like I have her full attention. I still with pride at the thought of her considering my monologue interesting.

"How about.... Furry death? Fiendish floof? Cutie of destruction?" She meows, though I'm not sure if it's in approval or not. Before I can think of another terrible villain name for her she turns away and jumps up the small table, knocking down some papers placed on it by a messy necromancer.

I get up to place the notes back, stacking some of them up to avoid further chaos. Right, the book. I've been gone for a while already, I don't wanna make Felix wait too long. Skimming through the books still on the shelf I notice quickly it must be laying on the floor. I try to make my way back to the sofa to work myself through the mess from there, but accidentally knock over a stack of books.

"Nah shit!" Stella jumps up at the sudden noise, making me sigh yet again. "I'm sorry, Stella." 

After a moment I suddenly feel something softly pressing against my arm. I look to see the little cat put her head against me, now looking up at me.

"Meow"

She almost sounds commanding.

Her little paws carry her down the table and across the floor, where she circles a book with what seems to be some notes and an old cup of tea on it. "Hm?" I Walk over and carefully put papers and cup away, to reveal the very book I was searching.

"You found it!", I cheer as I take Stella into my arms and lift her up. "Thank you, little monster." I nuzzle my face into her back. She's. So. Soft.

Just as I'm about to give her some more cuddles the door opens again.

"Ah, here you are."

I look up to see Felix in the doorway. When he sees Stella in my arms his face turns concerned. "MC-" before he can go on with what definitely would've been a lecture about how Stella is dangerous she jumps out of my embrace and hurries away, distracting Felix for long enough for me to change the subject.

"Er, I got your book. Sorry I kept you waiting." I quickly grabbed it from the floor and made my way over to him.

"Thank you."

"Not to be rude but I think I should get going, find something to eat somewhere and then just head to bed."

I go to move past him, but he stops me.

"Actually, we made dinner"

Huh?

"We, Uhm, kind of talked and noticed you helped all of us out today so we thought we'd give something back to you."

My heart warms at the gesture, a smile spreading across my face.

"That's so sweet of you guys..."

Felix smiles and motions for me to follow. I turn around one last time, looking at Stella.

She blinks at me slowly, and I return the gesture.

So she does blink.

"MC?"

"Ah, right!" I quickly close the door behind me, catching up with Felix to eat whatever kind of dinner him and the others made.

I'm glad the thought is what counts, cause I doubt it'll be actually edible.

[namtanlovesfilm]

sorry for always coming to scream here but OFFARM TOGETHER ON IG LIIIIVE I LOVE THEM THEY'RE SO SWEET THEIR FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SOOOOFT i feel like they care care of each other so well 🥺🥺🥺

I keep saying it but offarm softest bois!!! they literally live in the same condo building, arm shares his awc studio with off for land of something, they always hang out together & take care of each other... THESE TWO ARE TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD!!!

xxx

[whiskeyshoneybee]

Home is wherever I'm with you

(Frankie “Catfish Morales X f!reader) [18+]

Summary:  You and Frankie go camping and get stuck in a downpour

Rating: Explicit 

Word count:1849

Content Warnings: Camping, camp fire, temperature play if you squint, praise kink, cuddling for warmth, tent sex, P in V, oral sex ( f receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, sooooft Frankie

Shit ,where were the matches?

You comb through every crevice of the 97 4 Runner. Smelling the intoxicating mix of back ice air freshener and Frankie’s Irish Spring soap. The camping trip was supposed to start earlier but you got off work late and now had to set up in the dark. Frankie was assembling the tent with ease. The flash light in his mouth while hammering in the tent rods, his mood unphased. He was happy to spend time with you no matter the situation. You tasked yourself with starting the fire for the night if you could find the stupid matches. Finally your hands found the small box in the center console with the help of the flashlight on your phone. The night air was biting into your skin as you hurriedly placed the logs in the rock pit with enough room so the air would feed the dry wood. Within minutes the roaring fire is providing light and warmth. Walking confidently back to the car you start unloading the chairs so you can fully savor this evening, playfully bumping into Frankie while he unloads the sleeping bags. Warm brown eyes returning your smirk.

“ If you keep this up I'm going to run out of ways to impress you.” he says motioning to the fire with a grin.

“ Francisco Morales, you find ways to impress me everyday.” planting a kiss on his face lit from the amber light of the fire, turning away as he playfully smacks your ass.

Your body hits the chair and a long exhale leaves your mouth. Your senses taking in the smell of pine trees, the crackling of the wood, you couldn't remember the last time you were out in nature like this. Frankie loved to take you on adventures and he loved to bring out the fun carefree side of you it had been a while since you two were able to get away. Something flies by your head and you swat it away, breaking your concentration, hypnotized by the dancing flame.

Damn mosquitoes .

Another larger one lands right on your head, eyes looking up in disbelief.  You’ve got to be fucking  kidding me, rain. The forecast all week said clear skies. Maybe it was just a few drops and it will blow over, you wishfully think. No such luck, it turns into a downpour.

You rush to the car with the chairs and close the trunk before anything else could get drenched, your perfect fire ruined. The hard rain pelted your body as you make your way to the tent. You strip off your soaking clothes and place them on the tarp outside the tent in favor of something warm and dry. The last thing both of you needed was a soaking wet tent. Your eyes take a minute to adjust to the dim interior as you spot Frankie zipping together the two sleeping bags to form one large comfortable bed. The lantern flashlight illuminating Frankie’s profile. How was it possible to have such a cute nose you wonder? The rain water dripping from your body breaks his focus as his eyes roam over your naked wet body. He chortled at your appearance

“It’s kind of rude to go skinny dipping without me,  mi amor.” he says rising up to meet you with a childish grin.

Your body is shivering, soaked to the bone. Eyes scanning looking for your clothes pack only to realize it's in the car.

“I didn't have a chance to bring in everything from the car.” Rubbing his neck trying his best to look disappointed in the fact you were naked and wet. He takes off his flannel shirt and tries to blot your damp tendrils.

“Baby you're gonna catch a cold if you don't get dry soon.” His nurturing survival instincts kicking in.

“I could never be dry around you.” looking up at him through your lashes knocking his hat to the floor playfully.

He matches your enthusiasm throwing his rain soaked shirt to the floor. His warm body meeting your shivering self. His calloused hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you close to his heated lips. Kissing you tenderly. Frankie’s kisses were intoxicating,  time didn't exist when those lips were on you. He pulls away to direct you to sit on the sleeping bag. His soft tongue licking the tip of your nose to collect the rainwater, making you giggle. He removes the rest of his clothes increasing the amount of warmth that is leaking from his body to make you stop shivering. Hands softly pushing your sternum to maneuver you on your back. His tongue licks the wetness from your nipples, the warmth of him swirling along the sensitive skin. Back already arching and your mouth letting out small whimpers while his rough hands run across your body. Warmth in your abdomen is growing and spilling over you. Once he is satisfied with the noises coming from you his mouth migrates, licking up to your collar bone before placing dainty kisses on your neck.

“Baby, how are you so warm?” asking in disbelief.

“ You make me hot.” Doing his best to sound serious. laughter erupting from both of you.  

“I'm serious, let me show you.” Moving from your neck leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles down to your legs. He holds your thigh open while kissing gently at the skin , you can feel his breath hovering above your entrance .  

“Please Frankie.” He moves your thighs to his broad shoulders to hold you captive.

His tongue dives into you, slurping your juices. His nose teasing your clit,  hand creeping to your breast to roll your nipple. The moans escaping you are loud and needy as his mouth is groaning into you. Your body feeling electric under his touch, hips bucking into him.

“Frankie. I need.. more”

Two delicious fingers are curling inside of you as his mouth meets your bundle of nerves, the slurping from your wetness echoes in the thin fabric of the tent. You anchor your hand to his dark curls to try to stop your hips from bucking under him, your pleasure building .

“Come for me baby.” He softly requests as his fingers hitting your g-spot and his tongue resumes sucking your clit. You moan his name repeatedly as he keeps pleasuring you after you come till your body pushes him away. His lips drinking all of you in, not wasting a drop before he cleans his fingers, moaning eyes rolling closed. Your eyes meeting his erect cock with desire.  

“Do you hear that?”

The only sound you hear is your heart rattling in your chest and your breathing trying to catch up.

“No…”

“It stopped raining.” Your lustful eyes meet his, not caring about the weather.

“I want to show you something.” He rises to unzip the panel from the side of the tent. Allowing you to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous ass.

The moonlight creeps into the tent as he rejoins you and pulls you close under the slippery fabric of the sleeping bag.

“This is why I wanted to take you here.”

Your head landing on his chest as he points out the stars and constellations. Your bodies painted by the night sky. He needed to know how to navigate by stars on multiple occasions in his line of work, his buddies were good but Frankie was the best at orienteering. Your head feels the deep tone of his voice as he tells you where the north star is, the little dipper and your astrology sign even though he wasn't into astrology. Your finger traces along his chest spelling out the words I love you. He leans over to kiss your forehead while spelling those words on your back. The night breeze barges into your tent making your nipples pebble against him sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively you turn closer to him smelling the fresh scent of his soap. Frankie gently lets you go, placing another kiss on your head and comes up to his elbows to get up and close the panel.

“No. Keep it open, I want to see you fucking me under the stars.” Your lust blown eyes pleading with him.

“Have I told you how much I love camping with you? It's way better than when I go with Pope.”

You swat your hand at him rolling your eyes, he grabs it and places a tender kiss.

He sinks back next to you, cradling your face in his hand hungrily kissing you.

You caress his chest and move your hand lower to meet his dick. Gently fondling him, listening to his soft moans. He moves over you, the stars forming a crown around his head. He is so beautiful. Your legs coil around him and he pushes into you slowly, groaning.

“You feel so good baby” he manages to say between deep shattering thrusts.

Pulling out slowly till just his tip remains in you before diving in again. His mouth meets the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming heavy between the kisses and bites he places there. Your hands digging into his muscular back leaving your own constellation of crescent marks. He pulls completely out of you, your body aching from the lost sensation.

“Flip over baby.” he coos into your neck, you happily oblige.

His lips trail down your spine before guiding back into you. This angle hits your g spot as his pace increases. The sound of his hand smacking your ass is almost enough to send you over the edge. Your pleasure building up as his hands move swiftly from your hips up to hold your body against him, groans landing directly in your ear.

“Oh god Frankie!”

“Your body was made for me cariño. I never want to leave this cunt.”

Pleasure is drowning your body and it feels like swimming in sand, if Frankie wasn't holding you, your body would surely collapse. Your head limply rolls back when his hand meets your bundle of nerves to coax another orgasm from you. Once he is satisfied that you came twice he allows himself to fill you up. He gently lowers your intertwined bodies to the ground, content with the blissed out look on your face. He catches his breath moving the hair from your damp forehead before leaving to go outside.

You whistle at him “There's a full moon out tonight.”

He snickers at your comment and comes back to the tent with his arms full.

“Just because I'm bringing your clothes in doesn't mean the night is over.” grinning at you. His hands digging in the bag to clean you off with a wipe.

“How are you so gorgeous?” your eyes meeting his illuminated figure before he closes the tent panel.

“Stop, you're the gorgeous one.” His cheeks become flushed.

“Right now I'm the cold one who needs her gorgeous man over here” you say while getting comfortable in the sleeping bag.

“Well you know what they say about body heat.” He says with a smirk wrapping his body behind you.

[funtarou]

Plans || Kuroo x Reader

Part one of a Kuroo Tetsurou x reader angst twoshots

So like, thank you to @yams-wants-that-booty for giving me the inspiration for this angst. I never though anyone would reply to my post asking for angst inspirations. Instead of a drabble, I ended up making a full two shots of this trope because am just greatfull and got carried away in the trope. I cant think of anything but a slow-burn angst. Again, thank you so much for giving me an ask of the trope 🥺 I-I hope I did decent

Here is the mentioned trope being sent:

Now let's get to the story point :v

Story Warning: Fluff to Angst, Comfort/Hurt, Kuroo and his pet names for you smh. Human emotions are weird. Reader has a small feature.

Writing Warning: Bad English Grammar, possible over-use of words or sentences, and possible spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and I'm still rusty from not writing for years. I'm still trying, and maybe or maybe not I might forgot to proof-read thoroughly.

Kuroo Tetsurou was not one to have his hopes too high up the cloud. He's not exactly a pessimist either. Sure he has dreams, future plans, but he always based and ground all of those possibilities with facts and the reality of things in his life. He already decided that he would be better off in the sport industry as an executive, instead of a player. And so he took the major in college. He already decided his strategies on passing with his best scores, and already pin-pointed possible work places that he can apply to. And don't get him started on his financial. Already planned. Everything for the future, he most likely already noting it down in a journal or any piece of paper he can find, before keeping it in a safe file.

But there has always been one factor in life that he has yet to sorted out based on facts. And that's You. Always running around his well-planned life, giving him surprises and unforgettable experiences, whether it be a sweet or bitter one. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your presence in life. He already learned to live with your cheerful giggles and loudness ever since you two were kids, finding the small details from you as factors that brings sunlight when his days has been clouded.

He never would've calculated nor see that you two would be together like this right now.

"Hey Tetsu! Look! this duvet feels so sooooft~ and the color is really nice! I think it might match the apartment's aesthetic well!"

Your high-pitched voice can be clearly heard even from the other side of the isle where he is at now. He peeked through the open space of the store's aisle to see you running your hands across the displayed duvet. A chuckle escaped his lips as he Made his way towards you, also feeling the soft fabric.

"Hmmh, this does feels nice. Are you sure you want this one, kitten? Not gonna search for something with a better offer or quality?"

He asked, raising an eyebrow down at your jumpy figure.

"I already searched the whole floor for the perfect one, and I don't think I could sleep on any other duvet than this one. Pleaaase, babyyyy?"

And how could he deny those big doe puppy eyes (or kitten eyes) of yours. He already fell victim from them for what, 16 or 17 years now? Time sure does fly fast when you got so much stuff going on as you grew up.

"Alright, but let's look around a little bit more, just in case."

"Alrighty!"

You cheered with one hand up forming a fist. Turning around on your heels, you lightly jump up to tangle your arms around the taller male's neck before pulling him down for a quick peck on the cheek. He who had gotten used to these "surprise attack" only smile at your figure that's already skipping to the next aisle.

When he was a kid, love like this feels so unrealistic. With all the old memories of his parents yelling at each other, as he tries to stuff his ears with pillows, he never was one to though love this sweet is possible for him. He though he was going to stumble on the same page as his parents, unconsciously picking up their bad influences in a relationship. Moreover, from the first place, he though "true love" was all but mere fairytales to keep kids entertained.

Sure you two don't go on fantastic adventures, over the top romantic dinner near a lake, nor did he saved you from a fire breathing dragon. But loving you with simple moments like this, feels just right for someone like Kuroo. Loving you by every subtle touches and simple tasks you did together everyday, is enough for his heart and mind to fall in love all over again. Loving you by planning your future together, feels like a dream come true. It almost feels like a privilege to think that out of all the other males in your life, it's him that you choose to share a future with. And maybe a few years from now, he would share a future with one or two more little ball of energy.

"... Maybe saving and searching for a bigger place would be handy one day..."

Mumbling to himself, as he pulled out a notebook before writing down his though and a plan for a bigger place to live. If he can, maybe even a simple 3 or 4 bedroom house.

"Hurry up, Tetsu! The egg discount is going to be over in 20 minutes!"

"I know! Just hold on okay! You're not the one paddling up a hill with an extra weight on!"

"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?!"

"NO BABY THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

You two ex-change some small banters as Kuroo paddles his bicycle up the small hill to the nearest grocery store from your apartment building. Honestly if you two weren't in such a hurry to get the well-priced discount this afternoon, this won't feel so tiring on the ex-captain's legs.

At any other case, he would've kept napping back home when you suddenly shook him awake with a grocery magazine shoved at his face. You saying some stuff about big discount and offer at the supermarket nearby, and about how you might or might not accidentally waste some food on a failed dish. If it wasn't nearing the end of the month where both yours and his wallet are quiet dry from college and necessary needs, he would've just passed out on the couch again. But seeing it's not the usual case, and that you two do need some cheap yet healthy and legal proteins until the month end, he agreed on this.

Atleast in the end you two didn't miss the half-priced for each egg cartons and the other extra discounts given.

"Yaaaay! We're gonna make it till the end of this month!"

You cheered, with one hand raised up as the bike roll down back the hill you two paddled up not long a go. Well, Kuroo's the one paddling, but still.

"Love, next time maybe you should stay home and let me race to the market."

Kuroo said with a small tired chuckle, stopping the bike after he sees the yellow light head turned red.

"But shopping feels better when you're around Tetsu! Plus, riding a bike always feels better and more fun together,"

You said as you nuzzle your face lightly on his back.

Daily chores does feel better with you around. It doesn't feel like a "chore", instead to him it feels like a small date you two get to enjoy on an almost daily basis. You never failed to color in his boring daily schedules. Finding fun and games in every little things you do. People would call you childish at times for it, but he only ever view you as creative, full of imagination and possibilities.

'... If I were to work at that place one day, I should plan my free hours and day offs for little errands like this too...'

Kuroo though to himself, mentally noting the plan that just popped in his head. He'll eventually write it down a paper or his journal once you two arrived home and set the groceries.

"Tetsu, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Looking away from his laptop and over his shoulders, Kuroo's eyes land on your form leaning againts the doorway to the average-small living room of the apartment. He was hunched over his device and notes, progressing on his last semester's essays. But hearing your sleepy voice and small yawn, made his body moved to sit straight up and faced you.

"Need to work on this a bit more. I'll join you to bed later baby. You have morning classes tomorrow right?"

He said softly, tiredness from lack of sleep can be heard in his voice. Instead of going back to the bedroom like he wish you to, You grabbed a blanket and two pillows before strolling back in the living room. Plopping the two pillows down the couch beside Kuroo, before you lay on the cushion with the blanket over your body and some part of Kuroo's lower abdoment.

"I'll sleep here and keep you company then..."

You said with a yawn, before your head dropped down to the soft pillow under your head. The sound of steady breathing can be heard soon enough from your body after your eyelids closed. And there Kuroo was about to tell you that sleeping here might not be as comfortable as the bed. Now he doesn’t have the heart to just wake you up again and convince you to sleep on the bed.

"... Maybe those couches that can turned to a simple bed would be a good assets."

He mumbled to himself as he goes down back to his notes and laptop. Half of his thoughs somehow drifting to a possible future moment, where he needs to finish a report late at night as you layed beside him. Just like this, but maybe, with a small somebody sleeping in your arms and a gold band through his and your ring fingers.

Even if he end up being tired over works, a future like that feels like it would be worth the extra-hours of efforts.

"... Two or three years from now... Yeah, That seems like a good time..."

He mumbled to himself again, writing something on a piece of paper that didn't seem to have any relations to any of the topic of his essays.

"Tetsuuu...!"

He can hear the whispering sound of your voice near his ear as he slowly became concious due to the constant shaking of his body. As he finally opened one eye to focus his vision on you, a soft smile tugged on his face.

"Morning, kitten..."

He softly, almost like a whisper, greet you with his morning voice. Pulling up a hand to stroke your face as he tries to gather the life within him to sit up.

"Morning, Tetsu! I made breakfast on the table. Sorry I cant eat with you this morning, I'm kinda late to my class. Don't worry about me, Akaashi offered a ride to campus. Love you, and remember that you have class at 2 PM kay~"

You put a chaste kiss on his lips, that he gladly take, before turning on your heels to the door. From the bedroom, Kuroo can hear the front door opening and closing with a click from your keys and faint footsteps following after before he's left with silence.

After 5 minutes or so, he finally proceed to sit and stand up to walk over to the dining table. Like you've said, breakfast is already served neatly on the table, still quite warm for him to enjoy. Even you've prepared him some coffee in the coffee maker.

The rest of the morning feels like any other regular week days morning. He ate, do his part of the chores before getting himself ready for his afternoon classes. In the middle of those process he received texts and small calls from you, asking about each other's condition and lightly updating about the situation you two are in. Sometimes even ex-changing snaps. Nothing out of the ordinary. A normal day of him loving you through subtle things despite separated by a few kilometers, as much as he despises it. But even that, is still normal.

So why.

Why does he need to witness this scene with his bare eyes today.

Your figure being hit and thrown away by the impact of the irresponsible vehicle who ignored the red light. He can somehow even see the few blood drips flying from your body, as if he was trapped in a slow motion when it happened.

You were just crossing the road. Following the road-light and following the general rules of using the zebra-cross. Trying to reach him who was waiting on the other side, two lattes in hands, ready for his classes and giving you something after you finished yours. You were suppose to already be in his arms, sipping your latte, kissing him good luck for his classes before going to the usual cheap dining place to wait for him.

But, Why this?

Why in front of his eyes.

As if he had a VIP front-row seat of seeing your once lively form turned limp at the side of the road.

As if it was a mockery from life.

Mocking him as if he thinks his plans would go smoothly, as if life won't give him lemons anytime soon

-- End of "Plans" --

-- To be Continued to the second part --

A/N: Ehe anywho, hope you enjoy this first part. Stick around for the second part for the conclusion? Maybe? If you think my writing is decent enough that is.

Cover Edit belongs to me. Picture used belongs to the Haikyuu manga.

Read Part 2 here

[marshmallowgoop]

Your HeiShin posts have been driving me crazy! (In a good way lol) Especially the tags on your GIF's for HeiShin week(?). I LOVE your work and writings, I love the way you interpret things and i love the way you see each character. Augh.

Okay, enough gushing, hear me out! From the first time they met, from butting heads repeatedly and Heiji declaring they are sworn to be detective rivals, to Heiji in episode 521-523 to referring himself to Shinichi's best buddy. That's something so so sweet to me. Disliking a person based on what you hear about them, an overally aggressive, competitive friendship all the way to two close friends who'd help each other out in a heartbeat. They really do care about eachother and it makes me sooooft.

Sorry for rambling about them in your inbox, you don't have to respond to this whatsoever. I just love your interpretations of the two boys and your work in general. I've been thinking about them more and I wanna say thanks for the great GIF's and writing in the HeiShin tag lately. <3

Thank you!!

If I may, though, one thing I like about their relationship is how Heiji certainly tries to be combative at first, but he gives that up pretty quickly. (I mean, going on a Sherlock Holmes fan tour, even though he doesn't care much for Sherlock, all for the chance to see Shinichi?) And Shinichi is never particularly combative, either—he's not cruel when countering Heiji's incorrect deduction and goes out of his way to give Heiji a healthier mindset. I love that basically as soon as Heiji actually meets Shinichi, he kind of ditches the rival thing in favor of being Shinichi's best friend instead.

At least, that's how I see it, anyway! Thank you for reading my posts! I'm glad that they've resonated with folks 🥺

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (22-25)

In which arc two begins, summer blows by, the boys get back to the hockey season, a wild Chaz Rossi appears to give good captainly advice no one ever listens to, and Jared and Bryce’s wildly different levels of comfort about their relationship catches up with them. Also Jared gets a key.

Series page if you want to follow along.

22. Field of Battle

BACK TO TACTICS TITLES

Ah yes, the blowjob chapter. Time to see how many puns I can fit in. (heh. Fit in.)

This is also the beginning of Arc 2, but, you know. Blowjob Chapter.

Summer blows by.

One.

Bryce might have been right about inexperience and sucking? Not that Bryce ever sucked, like, at all, it’s been awesome from the get go, but the difference between the first time they fooled around and what sex is like now is fucking astronomical.

Shit, sucking was a pun again, wasn’t it. Apparently getting your mind blown (shit) messes with your head (shit shit shit).

Four.

No fucking wonder this guy is the future of the franchise. If he approaches hockey with the kind of instincts and determination to be the fucking best he approaches sex with, he’s going to make the Hall of Fame. Jared suddenly has hopes for a Flames Cup in the near future the way he never has, all because Bryce Marcus just sucked his dick so well that Jared saw the future, and the future was bright.

Jared is living his best life.

“I feel lazy,” Jared says when Bryce rolls off him, dragging an idle finger through the come pooled on his stomach.

“What do you mean?” Bryce says.

“Like, you gave me probably the best blow job of all time,” Jared says. “And then I just lay there waiting for my legs to regain sensation while you jerked off.”

“You looked really hot doing it?” Bryce says.

Bryce also has no complaints.

“Seriously,” Bryce says. “I kind of love the colour you get, all—”

“Like I’ve got a weird splotchy sunburn?” Jared asks,

But SEXY, Jared.

Every other dude: sweaty, maybe a little red. Jared: appears to have applied sunscreen like a Jackson Pollack painting and then spent a full week in the Sahara Desert. It is the opposite of hot.

Bryce respectfully disagrees.

“I think it looks nice,” Bryce says. He’s a total liar, but Jared is too full of residual goodwill to call him on it, especially when Bryce strokes his thumb over the crest of Jared’s cheekbone, where he’s sure he’s still flushed, like he wants to feel it.

‘I love you’, Jared thinks, but — endorphins. It’s just the endorphins.

Sooooft.

The problem is since those words settled on his own tongue, he’s had a hard ass time not saying them. Sometimes it’s fine. Most of the time it’s fine, really, but then there are moments when Bryce smiles that little smile at him, the one that looks shy, or compliments Jared’s shirt all earnestly like it isn’t from a three-pack of plain tees, or rests his head in Jared’s lap while they watch something mind-numbing — or admittedly after Bryce sucks him off, because seriously, endorphins are a hell of a drug — when it’s so fucking hard not to say it.

He doesn’t, though. And like. It’s fine. He’s got nothing to complain about. He’s got a boyfriend who’s really unexpectedly sweet, and hot as burning, and clearly into him, and again, really good at giving head. He can’t complain.

Sooooooooft.

They blow through (goddammit) August faster than even July

Five.

“I just don’t know if good’s enough?” Jared says.

“Jared—” Bryce says, frowning.

“I mean I’m trying to make sure I’m first line this year,” Jared says. He’s not worried about making the roster. He’s not worried about being top six. But if he wants to be drafted, and not just drafted, but drafted by the third round, he really needs to play those first line minutes. “So I’ve got to fucking rock it.”

“You will,” Bryce says, with more confidence than he maybe should. “No way they’re too dumb to use you.”

Jared Matheson’s Number One Fan.

In the preseason it’s real, all those drills coming together so you can prove what you can do, and that isn’t necessarily in your control. You can’t control your teammates, your opponents, the refs, the boards if you’re playing somewhere you’re not used to, and even if there aren’t any points getting handed out yet, the scrutiny is real, not just from the coaching staff, but from the scouts, the media, the fans.

Jared Matheson Does Not Like Not Being In Control.

Jared’s pretty damn sure he’s going to be starting that season on Chaz Rossi’s wing, and considering Rossi put up eighty points last season and got drafted in the first round by the Golden Seals, that is a beautiful place to be.

ANOTHER FRIEND EMERGES.

23. Long Range Snipe

I got to combine battle tactics and hockey terms in this title so obviously I was pleased.

“Hey,” Bryce says, grinning wide and straightening up from where he was slouching against the wall.

“Hey,” Jared says, and resists the urge to bury his face in Bryce’s shoulder when Bryce pulls him into a hug.

Look at this two doofs and their hidden little assignations.

“I mean, if you want I can get you some tickets?” Bryce says. “Like, I think we start the season away, but for our first home game?”

“Seriously?” Jared says. “That’d be awesome.”

It’s not using your boyfriend for tickets if he offers, right? Right.

Jared has achieved his goal of using his boyfriend for Flames tickets.

Bryce pulls him into another deniable hug, and Jared turns his head, takes the opportunity to sneak a kiss to his neck.

His phone buzzes again. “Fuck,” he says, pulling back reluctantly. “Okay. Tuesday.”

“Tuesday,” Bryce says, and grins when Jared starts walking backwards away from him, giving him this dorky little wave that has Jared grinning right back.

DOOFS.

His mom and him high five. His dad grunts.

The first of the Don grunts.

Jared’s wondering if he’s in a shit mood or something, even though he seemed fine at dinner, except then Casterley scores ten minutes later, and his dad whoops, plants a kiss on the top of his mom’s head. “Knew he was a great pickup,” he says.

Bryce got the secondary assist, and when his name’s announced on the PA, his dad grunts again.

“Oh my god, seriously?” Jared says. “Seriously?”

“What?” his dad says.

“You can’t just not cheer for Bryce,” Jared says.

His dad grunts again, like ‘just watch me not cheer for Bryce’.

This petty fucking family.

At least they got some hardcore cuddling in? Like. Not that Jared’s a cuddler or anything, but. He’ll make an exception if it means being plastered against Bryce.

This makes you a cuddler, Jared. That is the definition of cuddling.

“Dude, is that just one person?” Chaz asks, when Jared’s phone buzzes again.

“Yeah,” Jared says.

“Your girlfriend’s got no chill,” Chaz says.

“Boyfriend,” Jared says. They didn’t really hang at all last year, but now that they’re lineys Chaz has been sticking around Jared, probably since his lineys from last year are gone, one in the AHL, one to university, and if they’re going to keep hanging, it’s going to come out eventually. Pun very much not intended.

Chaz is quiet for a moment. “Your boyfriend’s got no chill,” he says finally.

Chaz, my good egg.

“Nope,” Jared says, and kind of wonders what Chaz would say if he knew he was talking about Bryce Marcus.

We now know the answer is ‘it’s not cool to use your sexuality for a prank’.

My liney says my boyfriend has no chill, Jared texts.

u tld him u have a bf? Bryce texts back immediately.

Yeah, Jared texts back. He’s cool. Then, in case Bryce is about to ask, I didn’t tell him who it is, obviously.

Bryce doesn’t text back for a few minutes, which gets Jared worrying.

i have chill, Bryce finally texts, and then a mad face when Jared sends a series of crying laughing emojis.

“Dude,” Chaz says. “You also have no chill.”

“Nope,” Jared agrees, and sends a kissy face to Bryce before picking up his book again.

Nobody here has any chill.

24. Demoralization

Also tactics. But sad.

Chaz quit calling him on his lack of chill early, though he snorts audibly when Jared texts his way through team dinner, not being as careful to shield his phone as he should, so Chaz gets a glance at some of a…not so innocent exchange. Thankfully Bryce is in Jared’s phone as BJ, or that would probably be worse.

The beginning of Chaz calling Bryce BJ!

“That his name or his job?” Chaz asks

Love u Chaz.

Jared officially hates the dude scheduling the Flames season. And the dude scheduling the Hitmen season. They probably colluded. Like, to make sure the games didn’t overlap.

Yes that is required when two teams share an arena, Jared.

The lead stretches to three by the third, and Jared splits his attention between the game and watching Bryce on the bench, looking serious, determined, leaning forward, eyes probably darting to follow the play. He’s devastating, and Jared loves him a stupid amount, especially like this.

Hockey Boner.

I can meet you by the room? Jared texts. Steve’s on security tonight, and he knows Jared pretty well, waved back when Jared waved on his way in, so he’s almost positive he’d let him through. And if he didn’t, a call from Bryce would fix that pretty quick.

i dont think thats a good idea, Bryce texts back, and Jared’s stomach drops.

And we get the level of comfort clash. It was coming.

“Nice of Marcus to give us these tickets,” his dad says once they get in the car, his voice careful, like he’s trying to play nice or something. “Good tickets too.”

“Yeah,” Jared says. “He’s a great guy, that Marcus.”

“Whoa,” his dad says, and Jared can practically feel his parents exchanging looks right now.

Don: says something nice about Bryce for once

Jared: snaps at him

Even Erin doesn’t bug him during the ride home, and Jared should be grateful for that, but he’s busy fuming. No one stops him when he heads straight to his room after they get home, throwing his phone to skitter across his desk and getting into bed still wearing his Flames jersey, pulling the covers over his head.

Ah, the level of disappointed where the only thing you can do is curl up in bed.

It’s pretty hard to judge right now when he can’t even think about Bryce without appending ‘stupid’ or ‘fucking’ or both to his name. Like, it’s not that he doesn’t care about him. Cares too much, probably. Cares more than (stupid) Bryce (fucking) Marcus does, obviously.

Jared Is Very Mature.

“I can’t just skip team shit,” Bryce says. “Management kind of — I can’t skip team shit.”

Bryce already with a really not great relationship with management.

“And I don’t know if you’re actually stupid enough to think that’s the same thing, or you’re just being disingenuous,” Jared says, because there’s a big fucking difference between a deniable outing around strangers who’d just assume — whatever, not that they were boyfriends, Jared’s sure, because they barely even touch in public — and making the time for him even if he’s got team shit. Jared would. Not that Bryce would come, but Jared would.

“I don’t know what that means,” Bryce says, then, “Don’t call me stupid,” and Jared laughs.

“I don’t know what words mean, but I’m not stupid,” Jared says. “Okay, Bryce.”

Bryce is so tired of people calling him stupid.

25. Tentative Stalemate

“Did you and the bf break up?” Chaz asks, quieter.

“No,” Jared says. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe figure it out,” Chaz says, “because you’re kind of being an asshole today.”

“Thanks,” Jared says. “Appreciate it.”

I appreciate Chaz’s commitment to calling people out on shitty behaviour.

the can u talk to me pls? and pls pick up ur phone and the im really sry pls, and finally, two days ago, r u breaking up w me?.

Bryce.

“I don’t know if you want to, like — but I, uh,” Bryce says, then, pulls a small key out of his pocket. “I got this made?”

“Is this—”

“I figure it might make it easier to like, swing time together if you can stop by whenever works for you, and it’s totally cool with me if you want to hang out or whatever when I’m not around, might be handy for you to have a place near the Saddledome to chill, you know?”

“You’re giving me a key to your place,” Jared says slowly.

“If you want it,” Bryce says. “I don’t know. Like, I don’t know if you not texting me meant you didn’t want to do this anymore, and I really really hope not, I—”

Boys.

“I’m like ninety nine percent sure I’m in love with you,” Jared blurts out before he can stop himself.

<3

It’s barely past his lips when Bryce kisses him, teeth clacking painfully against his before it evens out, Bryce’s hand fisting his shirt, strands of his hair, annoyingly stiff with gel, in Jared’s hands. Even with his mouth stinging from Bryce’s teeth, it’s the best Jared’s felt in awhile.

There’s a loud knock on the window, and when Jared startles and pulls away, his dad is glaring through it.

“Shit,” Jared says. “Um.”

Don Matheson always interrupting the important moments. Because they do not have them in the right places.

“One minute,” Jared says, not looking away from Bryce. The grin’s gone, which makes sense — thanks dad — but his face is still wide open, something there Jared doesn’t quite know how to read, but hopes he’ll learn to.

So soft.

His phone buzzes as he closes the door behind him, from Bryce, which must mean he’s like, sitting in his car, texting him like a total loser. Fuck, Jared’s — he’s so gone, isn’t he.

sry i didnt say it back ur dad kinda distracted me, Bryce has sent, im like 100% sure im in love with u tho, jsyk

:)

Cool, Jared replies, which is stupid but like…what do you say to that? It is cool. It’s fucking awesome.

Bryce, apparently still not driving — hopefully not driving — responds with a smiley as wide as Jared’s grin is right now

:D

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

hi!! weird question: who do you ship your mutuals with? 😊💙

 if this is @sunnimochix looking for validation through anon, hello, you ain’t sneaky- SKKSKS I’M JOKING

@missmorosis

most def sokka (atla) and tsukishima (hq) with todoroki (bnha)! with sokka, my darling morosis would most definitely find someone she actually deserves!! i love her so vv much, and i honestly think that you two would stay up watching kdramas while sokka tries to pronounce the words lmao- 0_0;; and you two would cuddle so much omg skhsafuhlwiufh and he’d make you breakfast 🥺🥺 with tsukishima, you two would start off as enemies, but then he’d definitely open up to you and help you with your math homework lmao XD And on the days when you feel bad for not being productive, he’d literally be such a secret lil’ sweetheart and make you breakfast. with todoroki, even though you don’t watch bnha, you two would most definitely cuddle so much and he’d listen to you for houuurs! count on him to watch any kdrama with you and remind you to drink water eeeee

@smallsweetvanillabean

this is for my chaotic darling vanilla, yaomomo (bnha) and sugawara (hq) would definitely be a good pair for you!! you and yaomomo sounds unlikely, but she’d definitely be rly supportive of you in everything! when you feel down, the girl won’t hesitate to go over and give you the best hug ever. she’d remind you to get water, and she’d give you the best cuddles. you and sugawara would be absolutely the most perfect thing ever next to daisuga, and suga would be the biggest sweetheart in the world!! he’d most def be that “best friend” type of bf who treats you like an equal. i love you two.

@vaporizemebakugo

my queeeeen! we haven’t talked in so long, how are you?? also you’d be rly good with most def kirishima (bnha) and kuroo (hq)!! you and kirishima would be so precious and sweet, and he’d most definitely wake you up early in the morning to give you the sweetest and best hugs in the world. he’d engulf you into the best cuddles and then you two would go on a walk together?? like pls omg, and he’d also make you breakfast and give you the best surprises. like ever. please. oh oh and he’d also support you so much that it makes me sooooft- and you and kuroo!! please n thank you, he’d definitely show you off going around like, “this is my hot gf, respect her.” he’d also be so supportive of your studies and be the best person to hang out and just be yourself with 🥺🥺

@hvnlydmn

IDHLIUQLIU MY GODDESS AND QUEEN, most definitely without the shadow of a doubt i have to say bokuto (hq) + and mirio (bnha)! you and bokuto would most definitely wake up early together for early morning jogs, and whenever you pass by a store, he’d most def buy you rly good pastries or some sort of smoothie 🥺 idk why but a man who gets you food IS THE ONEEEE! He’d also spoil you so much, but at the same time he knows you work really hard at your job. expect him to be waiting to pick you up when you’re done and ask you about you day! and as for mirio, you two would def stay up all night watching movies together and jamming out to music. he would cherish you, i say, cHERISH YOU, and literally give you all the love in the universe. bc yes. i don’t make the rules, i adore you.

@cherry-cake-pies

TWKFHILWFHLIWUFHILWU I LOVE YOU, HI, HOW ARE YOU, and I’d ship you with sero! he’d be rly accepting of you and GIVE YOU THE LOVE YOU DESERVE TO THE FULLEST ISTG OMG- since he also worries a lot but learned to cope, he’d most definitely help calm you down whenever you worry. he’d give you the best cuddles and he’d also take you on late night walks!! expect you two to always be jamming out, and he’d give you the cutest smol kisses on the nose and like- ughhhh he’s so soft it’s not even funny you really deserve someone who treats you right

@kreampop1257

i’d ship you with bakugo!! he’d be really accepting of you and he’d most definitely take you on the cutest dates and brag about you all the time. “hey, did you hear about cheem? they’re fcking awesome. give them some respect.” and if anyone DARE LAY A FINGER ON YOU, MAN’S WILL POOOOUNCE AND MAKE SURE THEY PAY ISTG like- yes. He’d also treat you with so much respect it’s not even funny-- he wouldn’t mind teasing or making fun of you, but when you need time to yourself, he’d make sure that you get it. he’d make sure that you’re safe with him no matter what. OR MINA I’M JUST SAYING-

@sunnimochix

you and iida would be SOOO CUTE LIKE- KSefwhliwuhfliwuehflewiu whenever you’re stuck on something, he’d straightforward give you an idea and help you asap, and give you so many suggestions. He’d help you focus on your studies, and doesn’t care how you look, bc he RESPECTS YOUU AND HE CARES FOR YOUU

as you can see i clearly got tired while finishing, but there are around four more moots i’ll get to soon!!!

[2minutes2midnight]

Hey!! Do you have any Fitzbobbi recommendations? I’ve been really into fic for them recently :)

Hello dear Anon 🥰!

Let me start with saying how happy I am that someone asked me about FitzBobbi ♥️!

Like you may notice - sadly there are not many FB fic out there, hopefully it will change one day! But I have few that are my personal favorites:

1. Lullabies and clear blue sky by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - this is my birthday gift from them and I might be biased but I think it’s the sweetest story ever! FitzBobbi adopt two girls and everything is so fluffy. And I’m crazy about Fitz!dad so that’s the other thing 😂

2. Making love out of nothing at all by @libbyweasley - rock band AU! You should be ready for some angst but Libby showed their emotions so well and this story is beautiful ♥️

3. Drawing with the eyes by @florchis - this is so intimate and beautiful! Artist Bobbi and nude painting!

4. Detective Morse’s Strange Day by @agentofship - detective AU with dorky Fitz trying to be smooth - it’s adorable! And Sabrina always know how to make story sweet and sexy in the same time 🥰

5. Writer’s rat race by @apathbacktoyou - it’s short story but incredible cute! It’s gonna make you smile for sure!

6. 180 days by @bobbimorseisbisexual - it’s such a funny and sweet story! I can never get enough of it! FitzBobbi are so sooooft in it!!!

There are more stories that are worth reading of course - I mention my favorite ones, but many of them are amazing. I didn’t read all fics in tag yet because of...life. But I’m definitely want to! Al and Libby are the ones who’s FB fics I read the most :).

Please let me know if you read them and if you like them 🥰! And of course I would love to hear about stories you like and I didn’t mention them 😊

[ybcpatrick]

Soft post-ybc headcanon that when Pete and Patrick finally get together, Pete makes it a point to kiss Patrick’s eyelids and hands/fingers whenever he can, but especially if Patrick’s having a bad day and needs to be reminded that he’s not the monster anymore

ignore how odd this looks the lighting in my room is jank BUT IM SOOOOFT?????! I AM SOOOOOOOFT!!!!!! THIS IS SO SWEET pete is so sweet and i'm cry.

also furthermore patrick returns the favour by ohhhhsogently pressing kisses to the scars that marr pete's chest and stomach, as featherlight promises that he's listening to pete's message, that he knows he's not the beast and he can trust himself to even do that,,,

these two in this au. they break me

and i. am going to draw more peterick kith,, this was v fun and i'm ;w;

[likesomekindofcheese]

Cottagecore  (Gwilym Lee x fem! Reader Oneshot)

A/N: Hello! For @queenandborhapevents​ I wrote this fic as a part of an exchange on Ao3 and now I can share it here and reveal who I am! Hello there @itsametaphorgwil​! I am your Secret Santa revealed! I am glad you enjoyed it and know I enjoyed writing it for your honor!

Word Count: 1,832

Summary: When reaching your dream job gets too stressful, Gwilym suggests an escape to the countryside to get you to relax.

Warnings: not much, some swearing, drinking, a touch of angst, but mostly fluff, and poor Reader being on edge.

“Y/N, if you would like this position, here are the things you need to work on for the next month. Then we might give you this offer,” the woman stated.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. Every word was put into your brain in the strongest part of storage. Your dream job was eminent. The people you have admired for ages were pushing you on. Every dollar spent, every hour clocked in, and every bit of training and studying and student debt was about to be worth it.

“We’ll try you out and interview at this point on the fifteenth of next month, sounds good?” she folded her arms in her black pantsuit, slightly serious.

A Pollyanna smile grew on you.

“Of course! I will!”

You wound up practicing and trying every free hour you had for this job. Cups of coffee devoured. Then water to make up for coffee. Then constant bathroom breaks. Words in front of you seemed fuzzy. But you kept at it.

Even when your boyfriend, Gwilym was around, it was all you could talk or think about.

“Hey Y/N…let’s escape,” he suggested. “There’s a place…it’s out in the country!”

“I don’t know…” you sighed.

“It will be fun!” he begged, taking your hand.

With a huff, you nod.

“Where is it?”

“Pembroke-near some family.”

Pembroke! Grassy fields, a nearby ocean…

And two whole weeks without work!

He led you into the cottage excitedly. Then his smile dropped briefly as he saw you pull out your laptop from its bag on the kitchen table.

“Annwyl, did you bring anything related to your job with you?” he asked sternly.

The laptop clicked shut and you let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s just that…I’m really afraid of failing!” you cried. “It’s just…I’ve been…been afraid to relax. I’m just so close to my dreams coming true, and I’ve been struggling and hustling just to get the opportunity…I feel like if I let go…it will slip away from me.” Tears came out before you could stop them.

He hugged you. You could hear the rustling of trees.

“Then promise me this…every day you do one hour- and only one hour- of work and the rest of the day, you try to breathe.”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Oh, Y/N, I completely understand but…you’ve seemed so…it isn’t going to go away if you enjoy yourself for a bit.”

He kissed the top of your head tenderly.

Settling into the cottage, the sunlight poured in from everywhere. Dust specks flitted around in circles as if they were dancing. You only flicked the lights on when it got dark.

Both of you had to see the garden around the house. There were more roses, lilacs, and peonies than you could count and plenty of green sprouts not even Gwilym could name.

Soon you were walking down to the markets, drinking cold lemonades, and buying a large basket of strawberries in their prime: large, red, and juicy, almost like candy to devour.

The next morning, you felt him shake you awake.

“Cariad…look out the window…” he said softly, kissing your temple.

The sun was rising and the whole world was baked in a sweet, pink light. The sunlight was melting over the fields, making it glow.

“Are we in a fairy tale?” you asked.

You could sense the sleepiness in your voice and you felt two arms pull you close, so your back touched his chest. You heard the slight rumble of his laughter.

“No, we’re in Pembrokeshire, but close.”

There was a ten-minute stroll to town, passing herd of sheep or a goat enjoying its breakfast of dandelions. The town was tiny- the houses still had vines, dates from the 1600s in the upper corner and every nook had little shops and businesses and whatnot. People walked by, from children on bicycles to grandmothers ushering in guests for tea.

Nearby there was a stone bridge. A river babbled beneath it and across you could make out taller buildings, some painted a gaudy yellow or a musty red.

But something about the rust on the bridge’s sides made it feel surreal, ancient. Every step you took you held your breath because it might collapse and fall. It never did.

On your third day there you noticed there was a gaggle of little ducks, clucking nasally as they glided across the water’s edge.

“Look!” you cried, pointing to them.

Gwil leaned his brown head over in your direction. “Why, look at these little fellows!”

Normally at this time, as soon as your walk with Gwil was over, you took to your work: editing your resume, cover letter, and other items online and practicing and curating what the try-out would consist of.

But today was different. You felt tired at the thought of that hour approaching. You wanted to take your time.

“Should we get them bread?” you asked.

“Not bread, that will make them sick…”

Gwil ran up to a plant shop and got them seeds, you both took turns tossing it to them. Laughing at the way they shook their beaks as they ate. Soon a mother waded forward with a trail of ducklings behind her- all peeping in high little voices and in a line so straight it seemed mechanical.

He opened the bag and released the seeds into his palm. Their graininess against the softness of his skin. Reaching in for a bit, you could smell the earth it came from.

He walked closer over the edge of the bridge. His reflection looking back up at him from the blue of the water A few ducks hovered toward the mirror Gwil, quacking in curiosity.

He let a few seeds fall with a plop into the water.

They nibbled graciously. As they chewed with their beaks open, a pretty, little white duck passed by, sniffing for morsels as well.

Grinning, you obliged, letting a few seeds fall from your fingertips. They landed, creating ripples that went to the edges, growing fainter. But the white duck wagged its tail as if it were a canine and devoured the seeds.

“How would you like a beach day, tomorrow?” he asked. “It’s only an hour dive.”

“Is that even a question?” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss.

The hour drive long drive seemed to take forever with no beachy signals except for the smell. Until a road that went downhill showed the yellow sand right where it dipped down- flowing out of the grass until soon it replaced the fields as you drove onto it and parked.

The sand dissolved between your toes; the breeze was cool against your legs. Only a few people came and went as they day was slightly overcast.

“Yeesss! Let’s swim, Y/N!” your boyfriend cheered, leaping out of the car.

Gwil ran childishly toward the ocean in his swim trunks and you in your red one-piece, pulling you with him. Though you shrieked at the icy water, it soon seemed normal and refreshing to feel around your calves.

Both of you splashed at each other and got deep enough to swim. Often bending down to pick up interesting little seashells and collect them in a glass jar.

Suddenly Gwil turned his head, let out a slight swear, and covered your eyes with his hands.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m glad you said yes today…” he teased, walking against you so you had to walk forward.

“What! How come? What are you up to?” you asked.

“We havesome guests!” he announced.

“Are you really going to let us have all the fun?” a sweet voice asked in front of you.

He pulled his hands away and you let out a squeal. You knew that blonde bob and pair of bright eyes anywhere.

“Lucy! Lucy, what are you doing here!”

“Rami’s filming, and Gwil had told us you guys were vacationing. Might as well go over and say hello!”

Salt caught into your hair to where you smelt in all day. You missed the scent of the ocean and the sound of its lulling, but hearing Rami and Lucy catch up as Gwil drove back made up for it.

“Oh- we got two local Cabernet bottles to try…would you stay for a drink?” Gwil offered, pulling up near the cottage.

That night, the wine overtook you both, Lucy especially.

“It’s cold! Let’s go in the room!” Lucy insisted, as red as the strawberries in the fridge.

She went over to an extra guest room in the cottage- it was smaller with white walls, a few paintings, and a tiny window. But the bed was so large it took up half the space.

Ooooh! It’s sooooft!” she cooed as she settled on it.

Both of you pulled the duvet over the two of you and began talking softly. You heard Rami and Gwil catching up downstairs with talk of directors and long days of filming.

“Hmmph, do you think this shirt shows too much of my titties?” you asked.

Laying down in the bed had pulled the edge of your shirt down and you began to stubbornly pull it u.

Lucy began giggling like mad. She pulled the duvet over her head into a large lump.

“What is it?” you asked.

She poked her face out with an elfish gleam in her eye.

“Titties!”

You both began to giggle profusely. There are creaks upstairs as Rami and Gwil walk in, bemused at the two of you. Lucy and you pulled blankets up over your mouths to stop.

“You alright? You both had a lot…” Gwil began, walking closer to see your faces.

“We’re fine, it’s just…” you began.

“It’s about…about titties!” she blurted.

You both burst out howling.

Rami and Gwil looked at each other, beaming despite Lucy’s tipsiness.  They ran downstairs and returned with a small plate of cheese, crackers, and apple slices.

“We’ll leave you ladies be,” Rami promised.

He put it on Lucy’s lap. She grinned and gave him a smooch as thanks.

Gwil stood by the door, watching you take a bit of a red apple slice.

“Just have something on your stomachs,” he added before Rami returned to shut the door.

Lucy and you giggling over snacks was the memory you kept inside you. That and the beach, the ducks, the berries, as you and Gwil crossed the corner where the fateful building stood.

A month had gone since this was planned and the day you expected and dreaded had arrived. You whisper the right words and picture it. And none of it is forgotten- a muscle memory.

“Darling…thank you for the trip. No matter what comes to it-I needed to enjoy things and not let it all get to me,” you say, pausing before the door.

He cups your face, “you always put your heart and soul into things…and I love you for it.”

As Gwil walks with you to the building, saying he will wait outside. He kisses you on your forehead, leaving a subtle, shiny mark there as you walk in.

Taglist: @queenlover05​ @stardust-killer-queen​ @rhapsodyrecs​ @joeneslee​ @yourlocalmusicalprostitute​ @coincidence-ithinknots-blog​ @bens-jawline​ @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye​

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Meet My Love

Prompt: Loki x Reader (Prompt #9 - “Watch me.”)

Warnings: sooooft loki

Word Count: 1,755

A/N: Wow so my posts haven’t been showing up in tags because I apparently still hadn’t verified my email address to my tumblr five years after making my account... why’d it take me so long..... My Prompt list is still open so you guys can continue to request away! xox

Y/H/C = Your home country/city. 

"Ok, what if he decides to banish me from the lands and have my head cut off by a moldy piece of wood?” You asked, quickening your pace along the looooong walk up to the dining room in the Asgardian palace. 

Loki was finally bringing you to his planet to meet his family and to say you were nervous was the understatement of the freaking century. You had met Loki during his not-so-nice New York invasion, which is the strangest way you could meet the love of your life, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing because after everything, you had helped him out of his dark place and he had done the same with you. 

When Loki had meet you, you had recently lost your job, and your parents kicked you out for your ‘irresponsibility.’ So, you had been practically living from cheap motel to cheap motel, eating shrimp ramen and showering once every four days. It was in no way a good time. So, when the invasion happened and you found yourself coming face to face with a green and gold clad God, you vowed to yourself that you’d turn your life around. And you did.

So, now, here you were, walking up the giant marble stairwell to meet Odin and Frigga. You had briefly met Thor during The Great New York Event, but not enough to really recall what he was even like.

“Darling, no one is chopping off anyone’s heads.” Loki chuckled, cutting you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand on your lower back, helping guide you in the right direction once you reached the top of the stairs. 

“Loki, they’re gods! Literal gods, how do I fit in?” You asked, not wanting to meet his eyes as you tried to focus on your surroundings more than your thoughts. The shiny golden statues and columns made the room feel massive and royal, as if you had stepped into a palace you dreamt of when you were five. 

“You just be yourself, love,” he stopped walking and spun you around to face him, “No one compares to you.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you continued trying to avoid his eye contact, hating your current state of vulnerability. A group of Asgardian women dressed in silky colourful gowns walked by, politely waving at the two of you before continuing on down the hallway. 

“Loki! I’m underdressed.” You looked down to your floral summer dress, no longer thinking it was nice enough to meet your boyfriend’s parents. 

He gave you a stern look, “Love, you look fantastic. Stop overthinking and keep walking with me.”

You rolled your eyes, letting him grab your hand and continue dragging you down the halls and stopping in front of a large wooden door, golden flowers and twirls decorating it all over. You knew that his family was right behind this door, and for some reason, your nerves died down. It was probably because your entire body was numb. 

“Okay, so, we’re going to walk in and you’re going to be fine.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and opened the door before you could respond. 

The room was massive. A large table sat in the center, and only two walls surrounded you. The other half of the room was completely open with a large balcony overlooking the planet, a light breeze flowing through the room as the sun only just began setting. The golden light made the room look even golder, if that was possible. The marble floor looked like one massive tile and you let your eyes dance over the small accessories, from the large plants to the tiny candles on the table.

But what also caught your eye was the three people sitting around it. You instantly recognized Thor, his blond hair tucked back into a messy bun and a large smile on his face as he looked down to the pint of beer in front of him. The woman who could only be Frigga sat across from him, a royal blue gown making her strawberry blonde hair practically glow against her pale skin. She was beautiful. Odin sat at the head of the table, a slight scowl on his face as he picked at something in his wine glass, talking quietly to his wife. 

“Loki!” Thor called out, pulling everyone’s attention your way. 

You attempted to hide behind him but he grabbed your waist before you could. He smiled at his brother and the two of you walked over to the table, the click of your heels echoing lightly across the room.

You held your breath the entire way, nearly passing out when Frigga stood up and walked over to the two of you. She gently pulled Loki into a hug, turning to face you when she pulled away.

“Family, meet my love,” Loki smiled fondly down at you, completely ignoring your shyness as he threw you into the spotlight. 

“You must be Y/N, it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I don’t think Loki has gone one second without talking about you.”

Your grinned, looking up at Loki just in time to catch the light blush on his cheeks.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Loki talks a lot about his mother,” you smiled at her, watching her eyes gaze fondly over to her son before turning back to you.

“Please, sit.” 

So the two of you did just that. You sat next to Thor, Loki sitting next to you. His hand immediately went to your thigh, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” Thor smiled from next to you, taking a sip of his beer and grinning at his brother, a light moustache of foam forming against his upper lip making you bite your cheek to avoid giggling.

“Loki,” Odin spoke up for the first time you had walked into the room, “Hello, son. And hello, Y/N.”

Loki nodded to his father, almost as if unsure about how to talk to him. You knew Loki didn’t exactly have the best relationship with his father, having told you a few less-than-happy memories about when he was growing up. 

“Y/N, where are you from?” He asked, learning his elbows on the table and looking over at you.

“Y/H/C.” You smiled, thinking back to your home.

He nodded pensively, looking back down to the table. Frigga shrugged him off, shooting you a kind smile and pointing towards the food in front of you that had your mouth watering.

“Please, let’s eat.” 

All of you helped yourselves to the meal, a slight awkward silence falling over the room as the sun continued to set, the candles emanating a stronger glow as the room got slightly darker. 

“So, tell us a bit about yourself, Y/N,” Frigga spoke up, “Loki has told us a little bit but we’d love to know more.”

You started talking about your parents, your childhood, what you studied in school, and your current job. The three of them seemed interested, paying attention to your every word. The only reason you had the courage to continue talking was Loki’s hand giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze every few seconds, reminding you he was by your side. 

The dinner finished relatively quickly, and before you knew it, the room was illuminated by a giant chandelier you didn’t even remember seeing when you walked in. The sun was gone, and a cool nighttime breeze made goosebumps rise on your arms. Curse your summer dress. 

You stood in the corner of the room next to the balcony, chatting with Frigga and Loki about what life was like on Asgard, when the two other men came over to join you. 

“Y/N,” Odin spoke up, looking over to Thor who simply nodded, “I was told here by my son that my actions to you tonight were... unwelcoming. I’d like to formally apologize. You seem like a lovely woman, and you and Loki seem very happy.”

You felt your heart completely stop, looking wide-eyed at the man in front of you, mouth probably hanging open like a toad. You had found him to be a little rougher than the others, but you just expected he was always like this. 

You felt Loki jab your side slightly, bringing you back to reality.

“O-Oh, right,” you stumbled upon your words, “I... no, it’s fine, thank you?” It came out as more than a question than a statement of forgiveness, but he seemed to accept it as he nodded at you before sticking his arm out to Frigga. She gladly accepted it, and the two walked over to the edge of the balcony, overlooking their kingdom with pride on their faces.  

You smiled up to Loki, his face holding the same expression as he gazed back down at you.

“Well, doesn’t take an idiot to see you guys want alone time!” Thor chuckled awkwardly, waving at the two of you before walking back to the table, picking at the dessert options. 

You giggled, twirling around as Loki turned you to face him, his hands gently wrapped around your waist. You noticed him starting to lean in and you abruptly pulled away.

“You can’t kiss me in front of your family,” you smirked up at him, placing your hands against his chest. 

“Watch me,” he mumbled, leaning down and connecting his lips to yours. They were cold, but you found yourself leaning into him anyways, loving how delicately your lips moved against his. One of his hands found its way up to the back of you neck, holding your mouth hostage against his. 

You pulled away after hearing Frigga chuckle, Loki’s parents looking over at the two of you. Frigga turned to her husband, muttering something about ‘young love’ and turned back to look over the city.

“You know I love you, right?” You grinned up at Loki.

“Oh, you do? Hm, this is awkward, I’ve got another girl to bring home to my parents tomorrow,” he shrugged, giving you a lopsided smirk.

“Oh that’s fine, I guess, I’ve got a date next Tuesday anyways,” you smirked back, pulling away from his grasp lightly before he dragged you back in. 

“Actually, I’ll cancel mine if you cancel yours.” He teased, his hands gripping you a little tighter, “I love you.” He placed a kiss against your forehead.

You were in pure bliss.

[headoverjojo]

I’m a big fan of cute fluffy stuff, can I get some fluffy Domestic head cannons with Bruno and his gang?

Hello hello dear! Awwwwww, sooooft :,) I hope it is what you wanted! In case, please dm me and I’ll write right what you want :3

Fluffy domestic headcanons for Bruno’s gang

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Every morning, when he wakes up, Bruno spends at least ten minutes watching the sea from his window. Seeing the sea, doesn’t matter if placid or stormy, gives him the strength to start the day. It’s also a way to honor his passed father: he feels connected to him, for some minutes, and it gives him peace.

Even if he usually has lunch out, almost always with his team, he prefers to eat dinner at home. On his home road, he stops by some small stands to buy sometimes some veggies, sometimes a bit of meat, when he feels like he wants to eat fish then he stops directly at the docks, where he knows some trustworthy fishermen, and buys here the fish. He likes to take his time while cooking, humming and putting on background a soft low CD. It’s the moment when he finally starts to relax for real.

Evening are usually spent chilling on the couch -or on the porch, if the weather is warm enough- reading or watching a show that keeps his interest. Bruno never goes to bed late, as he follows a rigorous routine -and he needs his beauty sleep-, so, around 10-11 p.m., the day, for him, is ended and it’s time to sleep. He usually sleeps with a light pajamas even in winter, and he’s one of the lucky people who fall pretty fast asleep.

If he’s a s/o, he’d share all those moments with them: he’d brew coffee for two and would take them a mug, watching with them the sea in a still half-asleep state, hugging them, in the evening he’d prepare dinner -with them if they are at home-, while quietly chatting and chuckling with them, and would go to sleep early, hugging them tightly and keeping them safe in his embrace which tastes like home.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio doesn’t get a lot of sleep, definitely not as much as he’d need, due both to insomnia and recurrent nightmares. When he wakes up, early in the morning, he’s groggy and grumpy and doesn’t like to talk to anyone before his second cup of coffee. If someone dares to do so, he just grumbles, but by now all the gang knows how to interpret his morning mumbles and growls.

He learned how to cook when he was at the police academy -he’s not from Naples and he had to move in when he was accepted in the academy, so he had to learn fast how to live alone- but by now he’s a bit rusty. He just… doesn’t enjoy to cook just for himself. So he usually prepares something simple -but he’s actually pretty good when someone is his guest- and then does at least one hour of work out, following his old policeman habits. Doing his exercises helps him, other than keep his body in shape, to relax his mind in the reassuring routine.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, even when he’s so tired that he’d just like to hit the wall with his head to fall asleep. He has a small television in his room, which he synthonize on the most boring channel he can find while zapping, hoping that a 4 hours documentary about the daily life of sloths could lull him to sleep, in vain. He usually ends up watching all the show or reading all the book he had picked up -usually one of Fugo’s tomes-, falling asleep usually around 4-5 a.m.

Almost paradoxically, with a s/o things would be slight better, especially if his s/o is patient with his shenanigans. If they chuckle at his grumbles, instead of being annoyed, they’d make him start the day with a smile instead of a pout; a kiss before going on mission or wherever he has to meet with the others would improve considerably his day; dining with someone and not alone would greatly improve his mood and he may find again his hobby for cooking; sleeping with someone would tame his demons and nightmares. He’d fall asleep faster and more serenely when his s/o gently caress his hair and rub his scalp, making him feel safe, at home.

Guido Mista

Mista is not a morning guy. He’s also not a person who oversleeps too; he’s up around 8-9 a.m., not at the ungodly 5-6 a.m of Bruno and Abbacchio but not even around 10-11 a.m as Narancia. Once he gets his 6-7 hours of sleep, he’s up. In the morning, he likes to take things easy, if he hasn’t a mission or a meeting: he takes his time to brew coffee, he eats his biscuits sitting on the windowsill, after giving his Pistols their beloved salame, usually he has to divide the babies that are fighting -usually 3 and 5- and then, finally, he takes a shower. His morning routine requires more or less one hour.

Especially if he’s back from a mission, he loves to take his time also to go home -or the HQ, if he feels like to stay here for the night-. He wanders through the so known streets, sometimes stopping to chat with someone he knows, sometimes stopping just to admire the landscape… he loves it. It reminds him that he made it again, that he has more time to live and that he’s finally home. Then, he usually heads to the HQ for dinner, as he doesn’t like to dine alone. Meals are something to share with his family!

He doesn’t have a precise time to sleep. It may be early, if he’s tired, but also late, if there’s a show he likes or he’s busy chatting with Narancia and Fugo. On weekends he usually sleeps at his small flat, but during working day he usually stops by the HQ also for sleeping, since it’s more convenient. In any case, he tends not to go to sleep after 12-1 a.m., even if his friends are still up, and sleeps just in his boxer. He’s a warm boy.

If he has a s/o, he’d sleep at home with them, no stories. He loves to wrap his arms around them while sleeping, keeping them warm and safe! In summer this could be a problem, but in winter it’s so damn perfect. And waking up near Mista is wonderful! His sleepy smile is the cutest thing around. And the Pistols would surely go to them to be spoiled, nestling on their hair and shoulders, making Mista huff and grumble about their behaviour. They’re like children, in the end!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is definitely not a morning guy. If he hasn’t a mission -and even so, he’d grumble, even if not actually complaining about- he loves to sleep long in the morning, all wrapped around his pillow, a happy smile on his face. Usually, it’s Fugo the one who throws him off of bed, mumbling that it’s late and he has to get ready, while opening the window. Even if he whines and complains, Narancia gets up and immediately shoves his face in the sink full of cold water, both in summer and winter: it’s his only way to wake up properly. Then he usually dresses quickly, running down in time for lunch with all the gang.

In the afternoon, after a mission or a meeting, he likes to go out to have some fresh air or, if he’s pissed off, to steam a little. If Mista is available, he’d go around with him; if not, he’d go to a secluded place where he can make Aerosmith fly as he likes, training on aim and range. He always felt like he was the only one Bucciarati didn’t “want” in the gang -he knows that Bruno did it not ‘cause he thought he was weak, but because he wanted him to have a normal life far from mafia, but it still stings- so he wants to prove both to him and to himself too that he is, instead, worth of his place. He’d come to the HQ when darkness is about to fall, to help Fugo cooking.

Narancia in fact is a person who falls asleep easily and on any surface. He just doesn’t want to sleep! Life is too short and he’ll sleep when he’s dead, he always says it. He stays up to chat with Fugo or Mista, huffing when they go to their room, usually after midnight - 1 a.m., and so he stays up watching some show on the TV or playing a video-game. If Bruno is in the HQ, he has to be careful not to be catched, or papa Bruno will scold him! But usually he’s pretty good at keeping things silent, during night, until he falls asleep face on pillow.

If he has a s/o, his days would be way funnier! He’d never make them feel alone or “forgotten”, as they’re his sun and moon. In the morning, he’d try to keep them in bed a bit longer, to cuddle a bit, while pouting in his adorable way that always, always makes them melt in a puddle of sweetness. He’d try to spend as much time with them as possible, since he’s often out for missions! With them and his friends and family. It’d be the perfect day! And then dine all together, chatting on the couch or on the balcony after dinner, staying up and cuddling together… Narancia can’t think about something better. Who needs heaven, when his is already on Earth?

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is definitely a morning person. Since his early childhood, he was used to get up rightly at 7 a.m. and by now he can wake up precisely at that hour even without alarm. He usually needs a good cup of strong coffee, in the morning, to properly get up, since it’s sure that he stayed up late, the previous night, to read. After a light and quick breakfast, he usually takes a shower, but then, once he’s all ready and dressed, he spends a bit of time just watching as the city slowly wakes up. By 7.30 a.m. the city starts to really get into business and Fugo is fascinated by how people run back and forth, how life pulses so hard and strong… even if he actively started to be part of that pulse, sometimes he still feels like he’s just a viewer of a bigger show. Not a bad show… just one he’s still not completely accustomed to actively join.

After a mission or a hard meeting, Fugo loves, and needs, to have even just half an hour for himself, to cool down. He usually goes to some park or to the library, to finally find some peace. He loves to lose among the books labyrinths, to pick a book and read a small part and then put it back, to explore new parks and find the most quiet spots… it makes him feel at ease, like he can breathe again. This, however, doesn’t last long; as much as he loves to spend some time alone, he also came to appreciate the time he spends with his family. And so, he soon goes back to the HQ, to join Mista, Narancia or Giorno in some chats; sometimes, if the topic can pick enough his interest, he slips into the teenager he really is, almost surprising even his teammates.

Fugo suffers of insomnia. He always did  but, while before he grew angrier and angrier when he couldn’t sleep, ending up in total sleepless night because of his nervousness, now he just shrugs it off and waits in a resigned patience. Soon or later he’ll sleep, he always says. And so he usually stays up late, chatting with Mista, Narancia or Giorno, when Gold Experience’s user doesn’t go to sleep early, and then, more or less around midnight, he retires in his room. Here he lays down with a good book and reads and reads, going on until his eyelids are about to finally fall down. In the end, this method guarantees him at least 4-5 hours of sleep every night. Not enough, he perfectly knows, but still way more than before.

If he has a s/o, he’d adapt his routine to theirs. If they have a day off and they can wake up later, he’d stay more in bed -if he doesn’t have any morning errand to do-, just hugging them and relishing in their warmth until they wake up. He’d love to spend his time with them and less time alone, as their presence represents the peace he needs. If they also want to go to the library or to the park, then it’s wonderful! Spending time with them in a quiet place is the best he can ask for. Dinners would be even better, now that they’re here! And after dinner chats too, it’d all be better, with them around. More colorful, brighter. And he’d sleep even a bit more, especially if they let him nestle on their chest, relaxing under their caresses and cuddles or if they softly read aloud a book, lulling him to sleep. Fugo’s quite cute while he sleeps, his lips softly bent in a small pout, his pale eyebrows which furrow and relax… plus, especially if he’s really tired, he tends to hug tightly, as to never let them go and keep them safe and sound.

Giorno Giovanna

Mista sometimes pokes fun at him for this, but Giorno rises literally with the sun. In winter he rises later and in summer earlier, rightly following the sun, without forcing himself. It’s just like he feels it! He usually dresses and takes a shower, before going down to have breakfast, mostly because he wears curlers. Three big curlers on his forehead, those donuts don’t form by themselves! Even if he likes to make the others think so. He usually has breakfast with Fugo or, if he’s at the HQ, Bruno, quietly chatting and drinking his beloved morning tea. His day can’t start before a good cup of tea and a sweet, he needs it!

Giorno has a deep passion for gardening and mostly without using his Gold Experience. It doesn’t seem, but, even when he was at the high school campus, he was the one who always helped the gardeners with plants and flowers. He has a natural talent with it! Even at the HQ, Giorno found a small space to transform in “his” garden -which is, in fact, the communal garden- and, when he has a bit of time or needs to relax after a mission or a meeting, he hides here, among his beloved plants. Sometimes it can happen that he cheats using GE to refresh some flowers he particularly likes, but it’s really rare. He feels so good and at ease among plants, his little garden is the most beautiful of all the neighborhood! For once he feels good in something, after a childhood and early teenage years spent always hearing that he wasn’t enough and that he wouldn’t ever done anything good in life. It’s his way to take his “revenge” on those words.

Like he rise with the sun, when the sun starts to set down he starts to feel sleepy. In summer it’s not a problem, but in winter it can be an issue that could need even a cup or two of coffee to be solved. He tries to stay up as much as he can, as Giorno loves to hanging out with his friends, chatting, laughing, being for a bit the young boy he still is… but when Mista has to nag his shoulder to keep him awake, Giorno calls out the day and, after bidding his goodnight, retires for the night. After putting on the curlers, he nestles under the blankets, hugging his pillow or, even if no one knows it, a peluche; his mother never showed affection to him, she almost never took him in her arms and so, to fight the deep touch starvation he felt, little Giorno hugged pillows and peluches, wishing to be hugged back. It’s a habit he still has, even after so many years.

If he has a s/o, hugs are the keyword. Even if he comes out as wary, at first, once the relationship is stable and he trusts them with his whole heart, touches are really common among them. Giorno wakes up all wrapped around them, mumbling in his sleep, and it’s such a cute sight that his s/o can just melt in a puddle. They have to cuddle him! And waking up while feeling their lips on his cheeks or on his forehead, under his curlers, while their hands gently rub his scalp or back, is the most beautiful feeling in all the world. The day then goes on with a quiet breakfast -where Giorno often loses himself softly caressing their free hand- and then, when he’s done with missions and meetings, if they’re willing to he’d love to spend some time with them in the garden, simply chilling out or actively gardening, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with them. Dinners are wonderful, now that he has a family to share them with; and he’s so cute when he starts to get sleepy, losing his usual composure and yawning while rubbing his eyes and face to stay awake! When they’re finally in bed, he loves to nestle near them, hugging them tightly and visibly sighing in relief when they hug him back. It’s like a dream become true…

[byeoltoyuki]

Just One Week ⇾  KTH

↳Pairing : You x Taehyung

Genre : Fluff / Slight Angst / idol!au

Warnings: Do not listen/watch 'Winter Bear' prior to reading this fic. You might pass out from cuteness overload. He is so sooooft...

Words: +14k

Author: Yuna

Summary :  When you head back to your home town for 2 weeks to visit your family during your holidays, you didn't imagine it would start with Kim Taehyung nearly stealing your luggage. Then stealing your time. And then stealing your heart.

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Sunday

*

The airport of your hometown, because it was not located in the most touristic area of your country, was not usually very busy so whenever you came back home to visit your family, getting your luggage back and exiting the place was a quick affair. Today however, it seemed like three flights had landed at the same time and therefore a massive crowd of people was making their way to the baggage claim area. It was pretty annoying seeing as the airport was so small that it had only one baggage belt for all flights and therefore everything was mixed together. You made your way to collect your belongings and sneaked in the middle of a group of people, staring at the suitcases spinning on the belt, looking for yours. You were going to be there for a while.

It had been a while since you came back home to visit your family, you were working in another country and flying home was expensive. But this time you had managed to get a full two weeks of holidays so you booked a flight home right away. Your plans were straight forward: you were going to relax the first week since most of your relatives were working, and the second one would be used to visit most of them as they would be free since it was the kids' school holidays. You had been looking forward to it, you could not remember the last time you were able to spend some time in your hometown without having the urgency of visiting every single people you knew. It was going to be nice to enjoy all the areas you used to frequent when you were a teenager attending school in the area.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you noticed a luggage similar to yours passing in front of you. You pulled it from the belt and looked for the sticker you had placed next to the name tag to confirm it was yours. But it was not there.

"Great, someone's got the same suitcase as me." You initiated to place it back on the belt when you caught sight of a man on the other side who turned around to leave the area, with a luggage similar to yours. And then you noticed your sticker.

"Sorry... Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" You put back the luggage you had grabbed on the floor and started running towards the man who did not stop, not realising you were speaking to him. Finally, you reached him and touched his shoulder to grab his attention. When he turned around, you lost your breath for a second when you recognised Kim Taehyung from the Korean band BTS, a group you liked a lot among many others. For a second you forgot what you wanted to say and he seemed to notice it, a worried look crossing his face. You regained your composure and said:

"That's my luggage you have here." You pointed at the suitcase he was pulling. He looked down at it, surprised.

"What? Are you sure? I mean I am pretty sure that is mine…"

You bent on your knees and turned the luggage you had grabbed from belt to observe it properly.

"You are Kim Taehyung right?" you asked.

"Er... yes?" he said hesitantly, the worried look back on his face.

"Well I can't read Korean but I assume that's what it says on this luggage. Also, I have a sticker on mine behind the handle. And my name." You pointed at the name tag on his luggage and his face reddened when he realised his mistake, his ears suddenly becoming a bit red.

"Oh my, I am so sorry! I did not realise... Thank you for calling me and I apologise for not stopping before, I thought you were…"

"A fan? A stalker? Well I am a fan, but certainly not a stalker. There you go." You got back up and pushed his luggage towards him, trying very hard not to show how cute you found his embarrassment to be.

"Thank you... Y/N!" He said after you told him your name. "I really appreciate."

"It is my pleasure, I don't think you would have had any use of my skirts and dresses. Or my underwear. So let's just agree I saved your life."

"Well, it would have been a great excuse to do some shopping... Let's just say you saved my wallet."

"Does your wallet really need saving? Aren't you rich or something? If anything, I stopped you from spending your money here and killed the local economy!"

"So let's agree on that then."

The both of you smiled, amused by your exchange, when another male's voice interrupted.

"Are you alright Taehyung?"

You turned to see Park Jimin joining his friend's side, frowning slightly. Your eyes widened when you recognised the man and Taehyung did the presentations.

"Oh right, sorry Jimin, this is Y/N, she stopped me from swapping my bag with hers."

You bowed to him slightly when you saw him do that first, copying his custom. He raised his head back up with a smirk on his face, clearly making fun of Taehyung's distracted head.

"Thank you very much Y/N, sorry about Taehyung, he tends to have his mind in other places."

"Not a problem." You chuckled. "Are you guys going to be here a while?"

"Just for a week." Jimin started and Taehyung took over.

"We are filming a special video together for a duo and our company found that this town has a very nice historical towncentre, so they thought it would be cool to shoot it here. Plus it is not a big touristic place so we should be pretty anonymous for a week."

"Well to be fair you did run into a fan just a few minutes after landing, I'd say that's not a really good start." You laughed and the boys joined you.

"True. But you're alright, somehow I don't think you are going to tell the whole world of our presence here." Taehyung added with a gentle smile.

"Your secret is safe with me!" You pinched your fingers together and pretended to zip your mouth shut.

***

Monday

*

You woke up pretty late on the following day, mostly because of the jetlag. So when you got up, it was to find the house empty. You were not hungry for breakfast because of the time difference so you decided to take your time getting ready in the hope that once you would be finished with your shower and getting dressed, you'd be craving some food. However that was not the case and you ended up debating on what to do next, you had a meeting with a friend planned in 2 hours to spend the afternoon with. You remembered a coffee shop you used to go regularly during high school, not far from the place you had agreed to meet your friend. Memories of the delicious pastries and hot drinks they used to serve made your mouth water and you instantly decided you would go there before your catch up.

The coffee shop was located in a small historical square, only reserved to pedestrian. The square was bordered with various little shops that were selling clothes, jewellery... There was even a bookstore at which you made a quick stop to grab a book to read with your coffee. The coffee shop had not changed whatsoever in the years you were gone and as soon as you stepped inside, memories of your teenage years flooded in your head: the numerous times you stopped for a hot chocolate in the morning because you had forgotten to eat breakfast, your first date with your first boyfriend when you shared a pastry... You ordered your favourite latte and headed back outside to settle down in the sitting area in front of the shop and observe the passers-by get on with their lives.

The weather was very nice, it was sunny but not too warm since it was the middle of spring, you only wore a light jacket on top of your cardigan and you realised you could probably sit outside for hours. You started reading your book for a good 45 minutes before taking a break to order another coffee, when you received it, you sat back and enjoyed looking at the square which was now buzzing with activity. Because it was a Monday, today was not the busiest you had ever seen this square, but there were still a fair amount of people looking at the shop windows. You spotted a mother with her young son walking by, the boy clearly not in a happy mood and complaining.

"But mum! These are girls' clothes!  I don't want to wear that, it's lame!" he whined.

"It's not because it's your sister's jumper that it is only for girls. You look absolutely fine so stop it!" The mother argued back before they both disappeared in the crowd.

You smiled, remembering when you had to wear your brother's clothes, including that one time for carnival where your mother decided she would not buy you the Esmeralda costume you wanted but instead made you recycle your brother's ninja turtle costume. You giggled at the memory and somehow this topic reminded you of yesterday's unexpected meeting with Kim Taehyung the suitcase thief. It was lucky you caught him before he left the airport or he really would not have had anything to wear! You wondered where he and Jimin were today and what areas of your town they would shoot their video in. It was exciting to know that at some point in the upcoming months you would watch a video of a duo between the two men in the place you grew up in. You took a small sip of your coffee and caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette standing on the other side of the square. You straightened up and finally realised it was Taehyung!

He was walking with a small group of people that included Jimin and a couple of middle-aged men that seemed to be in charge. One of them was pointing his fingers at various historical buildings of the square while the others were taking pictures and notes. Jimin and Taehyung were observing with interest and you guessed they were doing some location research for the music video.

Eventually, Taehyung turned to look at the other side of the square where you were sitting and spotted you instantly. You weren't too sure what to do, not even certain he remembered you, but then a boxy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. You smiled back, amused when you saw him waving at you enthusiastically and you raised your hand to wave back. If it was possible, his smile stretched even wider and he pinched the sides of his jumper to shake it. The message was clear, he was telling you 'I am wearing my own clothes!'. You chuckled and gave him a thumbs up. He then tried to grab Jimin's attention to tell him he found you but he was speaking with a couple of people and seemed extremely focused so Taehyung looked back at you, a bit disappointed and shrugged his shoulders. Feeling the conversation (if you can call your signs communication that) coming to an end, you raised your cup of coffee for the man to see, pointed at it and then pointed at the coffee shop behind you, then you showed another thumbs up to imply it was good, and finished by rubbing your stomach. Taehyung laughed from afar, he could not hear you but he could well imagine you going 'Yuuuuuum' based on the look on your face. He did not have the time to show you he understood as a man called for his attention and showed him a notebook. He concentrated on the task at hand and when the man let him go, he looked back and noticed that you had gone, a bit disappointed.

***

Tuesday

*

You came back to the coffee shop the following day, earlier in the morning as you were starting to catch up on your jetlag. You planned to spend some time there to carry on reading your book before heading to your mother's workplace to grab lunch with her. When you arrived though, you were surprised to find Jimin and Taehyung sitting at one of the tables, immersed in their conversation. You stopped at the sight and hesitated whether or not you should stop for a coffee as planned, realising it could look like  you were stalking them, especially considering the fact you were planning on staying there for a couple of hours. You wavered, contemplating your options, and finally, you decided to follow your original plan and sat a the furthest table you could find, pretending you did not notice the two of them.

A few minutes later though, as you came back outside with your drink in hand, Taehyung noticed you and called you up:

"Oh hey Y/N!"

Taken aback, you did not react on the spot and by the the time you came back to your senses, Taehyung had gotten up and approached you to say Hi.

"Third time in three days! What are the odds?" He said enthusiastically.

"Pretty high actually, I did say this was a small town." You joked lightly.

"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you guys were going to be super busy all week?"

"It's the first day of shooting today and these things always end up starting late so we thought we'd follow your recommendation  and check out what the coffee taste like here!".

"And?" You inquired .

"Soooo good!" He exaggerated , making you laugh. His cheerfulness was communicative and your smile matched his after just under a minute of meeting him again. "What about you? Are you coming here everyday?"

"Hm not really, It just happened that way. I am here on holidays for two weeks but all my relatives are working until next week so I am just finding things to be busy with. And this used to be one of my favourite places to visit when I was at school so..." You started explaining to him before you interrupted yourself when you noticed Jimin looking at you.

Taehyung followed your gaze and undertook to introduce you to him again. "Jimin, this is Y/N from the airport, do you remember?"

"You nearly stole her luggage? Yes I remember Tae." He said sarcastically. "Hi, how have you been?" He spoke to you directly.

You didn't have the time to respond that Taehyung was already asking you another question.

"Are you sitting all the way there?" he pointed at your table. "Come sit with us Y/N!"

"Erm I..." You hesitated. "No it's fine, I don't want to disturb you, you guys are busy."

But Taehyung was already pulling a chair while Jimin sat back down, smiling at you.

"Please, that'd be nice!" he said.

"And you could tell us all about the places we should take a look at while we're here this week!" Taehyung finally added.

You could see through his enthusiasm that he was really keen on having you sit with them for a bit and you couldn't help but feel flattered at his perseverance. You did not hesitate much longer and put your coffee on their table before heading back to yours and grab your belongings. You sat down with the two men and tackled all the places you knew they could not miss on their stay in the area, Jimin was smiling slightly while Taehyung was listening to your every words, even taking notes of your recommendation on his phone. From the best restaurants in town, local historical buildings and locations, down to the best place to watch a sunset after a long day at work. Time went by really quickly and before you knew it, Jimin looked at the time on his phone and interrupted Taehyung who was telling you of his favourite park to visit in South Korea with passion. You noticed the slight disappointment on his face when he heard the news of having to go, but it disappeared quickly as he turned around to speak to you again.

"It was great seeing you again Y/N, thank you so much for spending some of your time with us! I will definitely try to check out the manor you told us about."

You blushed slightly as he unexpectedly pulled you into a rapid hug to say goodbye, but you regained your composure to wave the two of them off as they left for their next engagement.

***

Wednesday

*

It was halfway through the week when you had been asked by your mother to do the weekly food shopping. So when you got up from bed, you took your time to get ready, enjoying some television while having the biggest breakfast with everything you loved. You caught up on the latest episodes of your series and somehow ended up watching your favourite live performances of BTS. It was surreal to think of what happened in the last few days: meeting two members of the group, with one of them nearly stealing your luggage! You still could not believe you had befriended Taehyung in the short encounters you had with him, but it was so easy to speak with him. You smiled at the memory of how excited he was the day before when you discussed the things to do in the area. You felt a bit nostalgic, thinking it was probably the last time you would see him, before shaking your head, thinking you had been lucky enough to have some quality conversations with him and it would be greedy to want more.

At about midday, you decided that you have had enough of being lazy and motivated yourself to do your chores. You left your house and got into your car without forgetting the shopping bags. You planned on stopping in town to grab some lunch after doing the food shopping and made sure to grab your book, you had nearly reached the end of the story so you were impatient to know how it finished!

The supermarket was not busy at all as most people were working so you had plenty of time to walk between alleys and pick up your items. The job was done quickly and before you knew it, you were back in your car, heading to the town centre, singing loudly to 'Idol', clearly, meeting Taehyung an Jimin had an impact and you were craving to listen to some BTS songs. You interrupted your bad singing as you noticed a familiar figure walking on the side of the road, it caught your attention because you were currently driving on a double lane that was far from the closest houses or shops. It was the last place you expected to see a pedestrian and as you overtook him and looked into your mirrors, you recognised Taehyung.

"What the hell??" You pulled to the side of the road, 100 metres ahead of the man and stood out of your car.

You waved at the man who stopped walking for a second, dubious, before recognising you all of a sudden and waving back enthusiastically. You saw him running towards you with one of his boxy smiles you were starting to get used to and welcomed him with a:

"Fourth day in a row! Nice to see you again Taehyung."

You observed the man catching his breath for a second and couldn't stop yourself from admiring his features, from the red of his cheeks because of the cool weather, to the messy hair because of the running. You gave yourself a mental slap and listened to his question.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?"

You looked around you and burst out laughing.

"Me? Should I not be asking YOU that? Of all the places I recommended for you to visit, you decided the side of a random road was the best one?"

You saw Taehyung blush slightly and scratch the back of his head in embarrassment, he was adorable.

"I was actually trying to go to that Manor you recommended, so I took the bus... But I must have taken the wrong one or got off too early... Either way, I got lost. But it's alright I don't mind! I get to see a bit of the area and the countryside!"

You looked at him trying to justify himself and to your eyes, he was getting cuter by the second.

"Well, the manor is this way." You pointed to the direction with your finger. "So my guess is you did take the correct line, but there are another 5 miles to get there, so you definitely got off too early!"

Taehyung looked towards the direction you were pointing before pulling his phone from his pocket to look at something. You interrupted him.

"I'll drive you." You walked back to your car and open the driver's door, setting a foot inside. "It's gonna take you at least an hour to get there, jump in!"

The man smiled at you and joined you on the other side of the car, he opened the passenger door and suddenly froze as he was about to enter the vehicle.

"Are you alright over there?" You asked from where you sat.

Taehyung finally joined you and distractedly said he was fine. You wondered what must have crossed his mind but brushed the thought away as his happy self was back and he started a conversation with you. You did not know that the reason Taehyung was startled was because he realised how happy with the situation he was and that he enjoyed seeing you, that certainly was an unexpected feeling for him.

Ignoring what was going on in his head, you observed:

"You've got a nice camera, you enjoy photography?"

"Yes, I take it with me whenever I can, you never know when you'll find something nice to shoot or when inspiration will strike! Do you have any passions yourself?"

"I actually own a similar camera to yours, just a different brand, and I can relate to what you are saying about taking it everywhere just in case, but I am not as thorough as you. It gets heavy walking around with all the different lenses I own!"

Taehyung laughed lightly and the both of you carried on discussing the topic. It was agreeable for the both of you to find someone with a similar interest and before you realised, you were arriving to the location of the manor. Taehyung stopped talking and his eyes opened wide.

"Wow." he exclaimed.

You observed him from the corner of your eyes, finding his reaction adorable, but completely understandable. The manor was more like a castle, surrounded by gorgeous gardens, so the man probably did not expect that.

"Have you eaten yet?" Taehyung surprised you with his question.

"Er no, I was on my way to the town centre when I found you."

"Me neither." He pointed to a burger restaurant just outside of the historical property. "Do you want to stop there quickly to grab a bite?"

*

The next thing you know, you were stepping out of the restaurant, both eating an ice cream as a dessert. Taehyung had insisted to pay for the meals, saying it was his fault you had to stop and could not go home, and even though you assured him it was fine and you were actually happy with the situation, he would not waver. So at the end of the meal, you dragged him to a separate ice cream station and told him to pick a flavour.

You were now walking towards the 'castle', licking the delicious dessert happily, when Taehyung slowed down and pulled his camera out of its bag, taking a shot of his hand holding the ice cream with the monument in the background. You smiled, thinking it was exactly the kind of thing you would do when visiting a new place. You waited a couple of seconds when an idea crossed your mind; Taehyung was about to lower down his arm, having finished taking the shot he wanted, when you joined him by his side and lifted your arm to bring your ice cream next to his. He turned his head to you, surprised and you blushed, realising what you had just done. You were feeling so comfortable with him that you just acted the way you would do with your friends and family. But surprisingly, Taehyung's smile grew wider and he pulled his camera to take the picture, he then looked at the small screen displaying the new image before showing it to you. You were dubious, feeling something was not quite right and by the man's face, you could tell he was of the same opinion, then, without exchanging a single word, you both crossed your arm so that your ice creams would form a triangle, with the manor sitting in the middle of it. Taehyung snapped the new pose and you straight away looked at it together. It was perfect.

You probably spent 2 hours inside the manor, admiring the beauty of the place, and sometimes looking for Taehyung who would get distracted and lose track of the group you were visiting with. The problem was that you were too a bit like Taehyung, and eventually the two of you were left on your own to continue the visit without your guide. It was not really an issue, you knew this place really well after all. So instead you took advantage of this situation to make it a visit of your own. When you deemed that you had seen enough rooms, you led Taehyung to the first floor terrace outside to have a look at the panorama. The view of the gardens was outstanding and the sunny weather was making it even better, you were chatting comfortably with Taehyung, telling him what you remembered of the history of this place, exchanging ideas for the photos he was taking. It was such a fun unexpected day with him, you did not want it to end.

"I totally disagree, that character's death was absolutely uncalled for! His sister was the one who schemed the whole thing, she was the mastermind and yet not the one who got punished!"

"Well he should have been smarter and keep his distances. But in my opinion, he was pretty boring anyway so that's not a big loss."

The two of you were exchanging opinion on a TV series you both realised you liked. Suddenly, Taehyung stopped and looked around, analysing his surroundings. You recognised the look of him having an idea and tried not to disturb him, curious to see what he would do. He moved away and leaned on the balustrade to shoot his picture before coming back to you, handing you the camera to look at the image. It was gorgeous, you could see both the castle and the gardens, you smiled at the man.

"You have a good eye, It is beautiful Taehyung."

The man smiled back at you before frowning slightly, expressing his hesitation to you:

"I wish I could have stepped further back so I could get this fountain in the shot, it would have made a great symmetry with this window." he pointed at an element on the image, a bit disappointed.

An idea started to emerge in your brain then, and you teased him slightly:

"You know what you're missing in your photos?"

Taehyung looked at you with surprise, not expecting you to say something like that, and stayed silent, unsure of what he was supposed to say.

"The element of danger. And risk." you declared before extending your arm to grab his camera. Startled, he handed it out to you without thinking and within seconds you were leaving.

"What... What are you doing?!" Taehyung asked as he saw you sneak under the security cordon, ignoring the sign that said 'Do Not Enter - Staff Only'.

"Wait don't go there!" he shouted while you disappeared.

"Trust me. And look at the view while I'm gone" you winked at him.

You were gone for a whole five minutes and Taehyung had the time to contemplate the view, but his thoughts somehow drifted towards you and this newly found friendship that arrived unexpectedly. He had traveled many times to locations before but this was the first time he met someone he connected with so quickly. He spent his life meeting new people, thousands and thousands of them, but actually developing a relationship with someone was rare. He was missing this spontaneity of speaking with someone with no ulterior motives than to just chat and exchange interests and jokes. It was so refreshing to discover a new country with a new person and actually feel normal, without the pressure and the stress of looking after his actions in the fear it would end up on the internet. The hint of a smile appeared on the man's lips, before he turned around suddenly, hearing you coming back from your mischievous action.

"I think you are going to like this shot." You told him while looking at the pictures you've just taken on the back screen of the camera.

"I did not realise I made friends with a criminal, I am not looking for problems you know!"

You could have taken this seriously if it wasn't for Taehyung's amused smile.

"Ssh, not so loud!" You whispered loudly in a conspiracy kind of way. "I'll let you in a secret, you can show me any "Do not enter" sign of this town, and I'll know where it is! I am a major outlaw here!"

Both you and him giggled after that little game, and eventually Taehyung asked to see the pictures you had taken on his camera. You hesitated for a second, you had not only taken the shot he tried to do earlier with the gardens and the fountain, but you also had taken a couple of pictures of Taehyung observing the panorama from the castle's balcony without him noticing. You thought he probably would enjoy them, seeing how he posts pictures of himself as a tourist here and then, but the thought of him seeing them in front of you made you blush. You decided to be honest:

"Ok, I have to say, I may have taken a couple of extra shots, but don't look at them now! You are so good at photography, I am a bit embarrassed to show you. So please look at them later once I am gone? Please?"

Taehyung seemed surprised at first and then nodded with a gentle smile on his face. He was finding your embarrassment adorable so he made you his promise without hesitation. He took the camera from your hands and held it in front of the two of you so you could select the image he was trying to take earlier.

"Wow Y/N, this is amazing! I did not realise you could see so much better from higher up. The angle looks so different!"

"The power of criminals." you teased him before he punched back your arm lightly.

The rest of the afternoon disappeared very quickly, 'time flies when you're having fun' as they say... The two of you were now walking to your car, you had offered to drive Taehyung back to his hotel rather than letting him take the risk of taking a bus and getting lost again. He had accepted happily. You were already sitting on the driver's seat while the man was having a last look at the Manor House with a smile. Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind and he bent his head to look at you inside the car, looking excited.

"Y/N, let's take a photo!"

"What?" You asked, stunned.

"Come on out! Let's take a picture together, as a memory!"

Flustered, you observed the man taking a few steps away from the vehicle and get his phone out of his pocket. Seeing as you did not move, he waved at you as if he was saying "What are you doing? Come on!". You unfastened your seatbelt and got out of the car, your legs somehow feeling like marshmallow. When you reached Taehyung's side, he grabbed your wrist and turned you around so the both of you would have the castle behind. He lifted his phone in the air to take a selfie and strike a pose, making a V with his fingers. You smiled shyly, still flustered by his invitation.

"That is not the pretty smile I saw all day Y/N, please do it again for the picture!"

You blushed even more and managed to smile naturally as soon as you regained your composure. Taehyung then looked at the photo with a smile and showed it to you. You observed the image fondly, feeling Taehyung's gaze on you and decided that, actually, you wanted that picture too! You took out your phone from your pocket, unlocked it and extended your arm as far as possible so that the two of you would fit in the frame. Unfortunately your arms were significantly smaller than the man's and what seemed easy for him was a struggle for you. No matter how you angled the phone, it was impossible to fit everything in, you, Taehyung or even the castle! The young man laughed at your troubles and took a step behind you, lowered himself on his legs and dropped his head on your shoulder. You blushed furiously at the contact and instinctively turned your face to look at him. He then took advantage of your distraction to take your phone from your hands and snap a handful of pictures without warnings.

"Taehyung, what...!" you started.

He ignored you and carried on taking pictures.

"I am not stopping until you smile, beautiful!"

It was as if his last sentence finally unlocked your shyness and liberated you to be fully comfortable with him, so you smiled as brightly as his presence had made your day and you could see from the selfie mode on your phone that, as soon as he noticed that, his smile grew even wider, although you did not think it possible. You ended up playing around for a bit, taking probably a thousand different selfies of the two of you smiling, laughing, acting silly, sulking, showing your tongues, making the V sign with your fingers…

Eventually you both managed to sit in the car, ready to leave. You were busy wiping out the tears of laughter blurring your vision when you heard Taehyung asking:

"So, where to?"

You looked at him, stumped.

"I thought I was taking you back to your hotel? Don't you have a big day of work tomorrow?"

Instantly, Taehyung started pouting and your heart skipped a beat.

"But I want to spend more time with you and have more fun discovering the area. I am bored to death at the hotel!"

"I am sure Jimin would be happy to hear that." You teased him, ignoring what he said about spending more time with you on purpose, for your own sanity.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, claiming Jimin would not mind, they saw each other everyday after all, and shortly after, he turned in his seat to face you, a serious look on his face.

"But, for real though, I am having so much fun with you, and I can't remember the last time I was able to act so naturally around someone I just met. I'd love for this day to carry on... If you don't have anything else planned that is?"

"Erm, Yes... I mean no..." You stuttered before taking a big breath. "I have nothing planned for the rest of my day, my week even, but there is just that one tiny thing I should have done a few hours ago before I picked you up…"

"What is it?"

"I really need to drop the food shopping at my house. It is all in special bags that keep the food cold but some items really should be in the fridge as soon as possible now…"

"Well if you don't find me too creepy or scary I am happy to give you a hand dropping these at your house if it means we get to stay together a little bit longer!"

You paused to make it seem like you were thinking about it, but really your choice was already made, at this stage you just wanted to tease him a little bit. You saw the young man staring at you, a hopeful look on his face, and it made you happy. You enjoyed the feeling of having someone wanting to spend time with you. As soon as you agreed with the plan, you had the joy of seeing Taehyung's face brightening up before he put on his seatbelt with excitement.

After a short drive to your house, you invited Taehyung to wait for you in the living room while you were sorting out the food shopping in the kitchen. Within seconds of discovering the room, he noticed your Nintendo Switch with excitement and you turned it on for him to have a look at your games. When you had done what you needed, you joined him in the living room only to find him customizing a vehicle on Mario Kart.

"Having fun?" You asked, surprising him.

"Care to join me for a game?" He patted the space on the floor next to him.

You ended up losing track of time, probably racing each other for a good hour before your phone rang and interrupted the race you were in. You paused the game and startled the man by doing so, he was going to complain and ask why you stopped the game when he heard you speak:

"Oh hi Mum... Yes it's all done... In half an hour?? What time is it?" You glanced at the clock and realised it was just passed 6pm, which meant she was going to come back anytime soon. "Actually I am with a friend at home now... No I don't think he will..." You looked over to Taehyung who was staying quiet next to you. "Actually, I don't think I'll be around for dinner either so don't wait for me... Ok that's fine... Drive safe... Love you too…"

You hung up the phone and looked over to your new friend.

"Have you got any plans tonight?"

A bright smile from the young man welcomed your question as he confirmed that he didn't whatsoever.

30 minutes later, after finishing a competitive game of Mario Kart (and losing, you hated to admit it but Taehyung was significantly better than you), the two of you were back in your car. You had not told Taehyung where you were taking him even though he had strong suspicions since he helped you pack blankets and some food in the car. You were both currently singing loudly to your 'Feel Good' playlist as you called it, which was a mixture of songs that made you happy such as Uptown Funk from Bruno Mars or September from Earth, Wind & Fire. However, you were so caught up in your singing that you forgot another song that makes you really happy and that happened to be on your playlist too... Idol, from no others than Taehyung's group. Awkward. By the time you realised what was playing, Taehyung had caught your phone to stop you from changing the song and started to rap happily along Namjoon's voice.

"You can call me Artist, you can call me Idol!" He raised his hands in the air, mimicking his hyung's signature moves.

You blushed furiously as you felt his eyes on you, staring at you with a mischievous smile. If he had any doubt that you knew his group and was a BTS fan, it no longer existed. Surprisingly though, he did not tease you that much apart from the intense staring and you finally started singing with him for the last chorus. When you eventually reached your destination, Taehyung stepped out of the car and he admired the area with a broad smile.

"Is this the hill you recommended? The one with the perfect view of the city and the most amazing sunset?"

You nodded and opened your car to grab what you brought. Taehyung came to your rescue as soon as he saw you struggling with the big blankets and cushions you piled up in your arms, taking them away from you. The hill was completely covered in grass and wild flowers, and a few other people had the same idea as you as you could see several groups and couples spread out in the field, waiting for the sun to set. You picked an empty spot, isolated from the rest of the crowd, and installed your blankets before settling down and observe the view.

The sun was not going to come down for another hour so you engaged in a relaxed conversation to pass the time, snacking on some food you thought of bringing.

"Have you lived here all your life?" Taehyung asked.

"Until I graduated from uni, so most my life really. Then I found a job abroad and just went for it. All I wanted to get out of this place, but now that I live somewhere else…"

"You realised how much it means to you, and how precious your hometown can be…"

You turned your eyes to the man, amused.

"You can relate?"

"I left Daegu when I was pretty young. It's not that I was looking forward to leave, I was pursuing my dreams so I was super excited. But I didn't realise what I had there until I left…"

A peaceful silence settled between the two of you, like an understanding. It was so easy speaking to him, laugh with him, share things to him. Everything felt so natural. This friendship, this relationship, was developing so quickly, any other times you would have been frightened and slowed things down. But it felt so comforting, unique and precious that you didn't want to use the brakes. Maybe it was the inevitable time limit this relationship had that made it like that, so it was easier to embrace the moment, knowing it could all be finished once you drive him back to his hotel. You had been incredibly lucky to meet him 4 times in a row, but you doubted it would happen again, it was a small town indeed but he did mention earlier that in the upcoming days he would be incredibly busy shooting his scenes for the music video, so he would no longer have time for himself to hang around town.

"You see that big park over there?" You broke the silence and pointed your finger to the horizon. Taehyung looked up and nodded. "Next to it was my primary school, I went there from the age of 3 to 10. Every week we would walk to that park with the entire class to practice a sport. I have a lot of memories of those walks, it always took us so long, imagine walking a class of thirty 9 years old kids, so with my friends we got into the habits of telling each other stories. A lot of them were horror ones! I remember this specific story about a cursed doll that would wake up during the night and count numbers while saying where she was, slowly making her way to the bedrooms, until she reaches the parents' room, become silent, and when she starts counting again, she has added another 2, because she had killed the parents, and she was now coming to your bedroom."

"Sounds scary."

"It was. Especially that young!"

"I take it you like horror stories then?"

"Oh no! Quite the opposite! I hate them with a passion! And I blame this doll for starting the trauma! Seriously, put me in front of a scary film and I will not sleep for 2 weeks."

Taehyung cracked up and encouraged you to tell him more, so you started another story of your childhood.

"After primary school, I went to that school over there, with the tower." You pointed towards the direction of the building while the man was trying to find it. But he struggled and even though you tried to give him other indications, such as buildings nearby, he would still not find it. So without thinking, you got up on your knees and placed yourself behind his back, placing your head on his shoulder next to his, and your arm on the other side of his face.

"Right there, do you see it now?" you asked him, pointing your finger again. When no answers followed, you turned your head to look at him and was surprised to find him staring at you, your nose brushing against his as your faces were so close from each other. By instinct, your head pulled back away from his a little, giving you more space to see the blush spreading on his cheeks. To be fair, you could feel your own cheeks heating up too. That is when you noticed the little mole under his nose... You gave yourself a mental slap as now was certainly not the time. Taehyung turned his head back towards the view and raised his arms.

"I think I can see it now, is it next to the orange building? Where there are three trees forming a triangle?"

You welcomed the distraction gratefully.

"Yes! That's the one." You cleared you throat, stepping back from your position and sitting back next to him, wondering what the hell came across your mind to do that. "I spent four years in that school, until I turned 15. I don't really have great memories there to be honest, I was an awkward child, quite shy and a few kids ended up bullying me. But I met one of my best friends there, so there is some positive to take out from it."

You smiled a little, for good figure, not really meaning it. For a second you got lost in your memories, reminiscing about these times. When suddenly a large warm hand enveloped yours, entwining his fingers with yours. There was no need to look as you knew it was Taehyung's, obviously. You squeezed back his hand and continued:

"Then, I ended up in that school over there, until I turned 18. Now you can't miss that one, it was huge. And right next to the main shopping avenue!"

"Oh I see it! Did you end up doing more shopping than studies?" He joked around.

"I'll have you known that I was a very good student mister!"

The man looked at you, with an expecting smirk painted on his face.

"Alright! I might have skipped class a couple of times during the sales period! I was broke okay? I had to be the first to catch a good deal when there was one!"

"Haha don't worry, I'm not one to scold you about shopping!"

"Again, we are back on that luggage thing, I am now convinced you wanted to get the wrong one so you could buy new clothes!" You teased him about that time you met at the airport, nudging him with your shoulder.

A clear laugh tickled your ears, Taehyung was laughing wholeheartedly, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. What you did not realise though, was that at the same time, Taehyung was contemplating your happy smile, thinking it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When he calmed down from his laughter, he said with a soft smile on his lips:

"It was just a happy coincidence."

The two of you carried on discussing for a while, until the sky finally darkened and the sun started going down, painting the horizon in bright pinks, oranges, purples and blues. The spectacle was breath-taking and during the whole sunset, Taehyung did not let go of your hand. When you both settled into a comfortable silence to watch the beautiful sky, you managed to summon enough courage to drop your head onto his shoulders, using it as a head rest. You felt the surprise from Taehyung, his head turning your way to witness you resting on him. Your heart was beating like crazy, wondering what the hell you had just done again for the second time in one evening. And you weren't even drunk. But the atmosphere was so special and intimate that you wanted to enjoy it at its fullest. With no chances for regrets later.

You courage paid off and heart made a full loop in your chest when you felt his head rest on top of yours. You both stayed like that for a while until the sun had completely disappeared and the sky was pitch dark. When eventually you looked around you, it was only to see that you were the last ones around and everybody else had left. A quick look on your phone revealed that it was way past 11pm.

"Taehyung, you need to be back at your hotel! You will be shattered tomorrow…"

The man stayed silent for a second and you were not able to tell what was crossing his mind at the time. He looked disappointed, happy, relaxed... All of them at the same time and maybe something else you could not pinpoint... Hesitation.

Eventually he got up, pulling you from the ground with his hand still linked to yours.

"Alright, let's go back to the real world then."

***

Thursday

*

You woke up pretty late on that day. You went to bed much later than usual after all, you dropped Taehyung back to his hotel and once you got home yourself, you struggled to fall asleep, spinning endlessly in your bed. Your brain had refused to turn off, playing over and over again the events of the previous days. How you met Taehyung at the airport when he nearly took your luggage for his, how you saw him again from afar the following day, how you met him again at the same coffee place and ended up having a drink with him and Jimin... And how you spent the whole of Wednesday with him, visiting a castle, joking around, taking pictures, taking selfies, and watching that sunset together…

It felt so unreal to have spent moments like these with a man like that. Like for any celebrities you stanned, you had perfectly embraced the fact that you would not see them any closer than on stage or on a TV screen.

But you actually spent a day with Taehyung, and you held each other’s hand. And it felt so natural and easy that you were struggling to process it ACTUALLY happened. And that you may have developed a crush on him. Now that's a truth bomb that blew up in your face when you woke up, right before the moment that it was over, you two would not see each other again. You were a tiny bit angry at Taehyung for messing up with your head like that, especially after what he did when you dropped him at the hotel.

After a good 20 minutes in the car, driving the man to his hotel, you stopped in front of the entrance, putting your warning lights on as you were not planning to park since you were just dropping the man off. That's when you realised that the two of you had been completely silent during the journey and although it had been comfortable, now it was starting to get awkward.

"So..." You had started and Taehyung had turned his head to you, an expecting look on his face.

"Yes..." He said.

"I had an amazing time Taehyung. It was so great to spend some time with you like that, I had a lot of fun." You smiled softly and concluded. "I can't wait to listen to that new song you are preparing with Jimin, it's going to be amazing I'm sure!"

All things considered now that you were thinking back to what happened, he did look a bit disappointed after you said that, he maybe was hoping for something else.

"Thank you for your kindness Y/N, I had the best day. For real. I haven't felt like that in a long time."

He smiled at you one more time, before opening the car door and throwing his legs outside. He got up, turned around and grabbed the door in his hand as he bent down to look at you. He stared at you for a few seconds, visibly searching for his words:

"Take care Y/N." He finally said.

You raised your hand to wave at him shyly, when suddenly he engulfed himself back in the car, sat on the passenger seat and leaned over you to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. He got back out of the car as quickly as possible, closed the door and finally walked in his hotel.

You sighed at the memory of last night, the whole reason why you spent the beginning of the night spinning in your bed. You had totally developed a crush on him. Too bad were never going to see him again.

Your day went pretty quickly, you managed to busy yourself by visiting your mother at her work, having lunch with her since you skipped dinner the night before to spend the time with Taehyung. You had been tempted to go back in the town centre as you had been doing the last few days, but you had no real reasons for it so the only explanation to it was that you were hoping to meet with Taehyung  again. But you knew he was going to be really busy so that would only feed your hope to end up in disappointment. So you behaved yourself.

And eventually, it was the evening and you were watching a film with your mother after dinner. You were scrolling mindlessly on your phone at the same time since you had seen this film before and did not need to pay full attention to it. When the twitter notification saying that @bts_twt tweeted on their account, you paid no special attention to it and clicked on it by instinct. Your heart jumped when you saw the picture that was posted.

It was the photo of Taehyung you had taken at the manor the previous day, without him knowing. The one where you ignored the sign that was forbidding entry to this section of the castle. The picture you asked Taehyung not to look at until you were gone. It had completely slipped out of your mind, but clearly not Taehyung's as he took a look at it, and probably even enjoyed it since he posted it on the official BTS twitter account. You checked the caption, written in English for once, and giggled lightly.

'This picture is a crime'

You remembered fondly how Taehyung called you a criminal when you came back from the forbidden balcony and clicked on the tweet to see people's responses.

'The real crime here is how beautiful you look!'

'My new phone background!'

'OMG how is it even allowed to be so handsome?'

That was very true, he was so beautiful on this image, the perfect candid shot, unaware he had his picture taken. You saved the image in your phone, grateful to have an extra souvenir from this day you spent with him (on top of the million selfies you took together), when an idea emerged in your head.

You clicked on the tweet to write a response yourself, taking a few seconds to think of the best way to let him know it was you, without others understanding, if he ever came across the tweet anyway. A quick search on Google images and you found your happiness. So you posted a picture of a very similar sign to the one that was displayed at the castle 'Do Not Enter - Staff Only' and wrote a few words 'I'll let you in a secret, you can show me any "Do not enter" sign of this town, and I'll know where it is!'. It was exactly what you said to Taehyung after coming back from your little 'expedition' and nobody else apart from him should understand the reference.

Your heart was racing like crazy after you tweeted your comment. It was ridiculous really, there were already thousands of tweets responding to his post, what were the chances of him seeing it? Why did he even tweet that? The picture made sense, he posted pictures of himself for the fans regularly, but the caption was very specific. Was he trying to get in touch with you? Were you just imagining things because you missed him already?

You put your phone down on your side, pretending to be chilled about it. But all you wanted to do really was to stare at the screen without interruption, hoping for an answer, a clue, something. But you knew better than to do that, expecting to be disappointed and hurt, so in order to protect yourself, you even turned your phone upside down so you would not see if you received a notification. By some sort of miracle, you managed to push the matter out of your brain for the rest of the duration of the film you were watching, and when your mum got up to go to bed, you reached out and grabbed it, turning the screen on.

You had received a DM on Twitter, from an account you did not know, and there was nothing written by the look of it, just 'XX sent you an image'. Curious, you opened the app and took a look at the message.

It was the picture Taehyung had taken of the manor's gardens, the one that ended up in you 'breaking the law' to get another angle for that image. Or a very similar one. You heart clenched, you were hoping it was Taehyung. It could only really be him, using a private twitter account with nothing on it. You wondered for a second why he would only send you a pic rather than just tell you it was him, but then you understand he did the same as you, he tried to be cautious, he probably needed to confirm it was you for sure. So you thought for a while of what the best response would be and ended up sending him a picture of the manor itself, there was no room for doubts here, it was the historical building you both visited.

You press 'sent' and waited for a response, your heart racing like crazy in your chest. It was like the person on the other end had been waiting for your answer with impatience because in the same minute, you received a response: the picture of your two hands holding the ice cream cones, crossed, with the castle sitting in the middle. You started gigging without being able to control it, making little jumps of excitement on your sofa.

It was HIM.

It was definitely Taehyung.

Only him had that picture.

You decided to carry on sending him pictures, before starting speaking to him for real, so you debated to send him one of the million selfies the two of you took. But you quickly changed your mind, it was the internet and it was better to be cautious. You searched on your phone for an appropriate image and found a selfie of yourself from the day, displaying the brightest smile, with a tiny Taehyung far in the background behind you. You edited the picture by adding a little sun emoji on top of the man's face and sent it once you made sure it was safe.

The picture you received in return made you squeal  as you were not expecting it. Taehyung had sent you back one of the selfies you took, where he had his arm thrown around your shoulder and your heads were leaning against each other's. Giving up on sending pictures, you texted him.

'Hi there 🙂 Fancy seeing you here'

'Hi Y/N, missed me?'

'Actually I did, my day was really boring today after yesterday's craziness. How was yours?'

'Really busy, we finished shooting really late, I've got back to my hotel about an hour ago and I am up at 6am tomorrow for more.'

'Aaw you are working really hard, you can do it!'

'Thank you 🙂 Tomorrow I should be finishing around 6pm, and then it will be another big day like today on Saturday as it will be the last day to shoot the video.'

'And then you're going back to Korea on Sunday morning...' you concluded sadly.

Taehyung didn't respond straight away after your last message, but the app was indicating that he was typing, then not saying anything, then typing again... You realised he was probably deleting what he was writing and was struggling on finding what to respond. You felt guilty, wondering if you should have just kept your disappointment for yourself. A new message finally appeared:

'Are you free tomorrow at 6pm?'

***

Friday

*

It was nearly 6pm when you got in the car to head to the hotel Taehyung was staying in with Jimin and the rest of Big Hit's team. After he asked you if you were free on Friday, he invited you to come over to his hotel to spend the evening together one last time before he left, to have a few drinks, play some games... "I'm not accepting 'no' for an answer!" he said. He confirmed he would be finished by the time you arrived at the hotel, and that Jimin would be there as well, so you guys can get to know each other. He seemed really excited about that last part and you felt touched to know that he wanted his bestfriend to get to know you.

You entered the main hall of the hotel and found a couple of sofas at the back to wait for Taehyung to come and pick you up. 5 minutes later though, it wasn't his blond locks that appeared but Jimin's shy smile. You waved at each other and when he finally reached you he explained:

"Taehyung is not finished with his scenes yet, he just sent me a text to let me know and make sure I get you. Sorry about that!"

You followed the young man to the suite where he and Taehyung stayed in for the duration of their stay in your home town and admired the beauty of what is basically a small apartment in a hotel with separate bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a small kitchen area.

"Wow that is an impressive hotel room." you stated.

Jimin smiled at your comment and invited you to sit on the sofa in the 'living room'. The area had a sofa, 2 armchairs, a coffee table, a mini-fridge and a large TV, on which you noticed a Nintendo Switch plugged to it, most likely Taehyung's. Now you understood why he asked you to bring your own games. You sat on the edge of the sofa, a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. Until Jimin started speaking and decided to make it even more awkward.

"So Y/N. I heard you and Taehyung did things two days ago!"

"What?!"

For a short moment, your stomach had dropped, wondering what the hell Taehyung had told his friend. What could he have mentioned? Did he talk about the time at the hill? Did he mention the fact he held your hand? Or when he gave you a kiss on the cheek when you separated? You would have thought that was the kind of things to keep in private, but going by Jimin's comment, did he tell him all of that? And was it a big deal anyway? It certainly affected you and shook your heart, making you realise you definitely developed a crush on the man. But maybe he did not see it that way, he is a very openly affectionate person in the first place, so maybe you were getting all worked up over nothing.

"Wow, I was not expecting your face to change like that. I was teasing you!" He smiled and crashed in the sofa next to you. "Taehyung told me you guys visited that castle and checked out that hill with the nice view and sunset! He showed me a thousand pictures as well. So many of them. I don't even think he showed them all...". He finished with a tone reflecting despair.

You saw an opportunity here to tease him back and get revenge.

"Oh I see! Do you want me to show you my pictures?" You took your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it.

The pleasure you had in watching Jimin's face drop was indescribable and a smirk quickly appeared on your face. When Jimin realised what game you were playing, he burst out laughing, followed closely by you. When you both calmed down, you started chatting of nothing and everything, you were pleasantly surprised to see how easy it was to speak with him, thinking he would have been a lot more shy with you. You had a common topic of discussing how distracted Taehyung could be to end up getting lost like he did on Wednesday, he had apparently done the same mistake a few years ago in Norway, leaving the rest of the group worried.

Without noticing, an hour went by, you were both sipping on some white wine Jimin opened. Well. You were sipping. Not Jimin. He was drinking the alcohol like it was water and teased you on how slow you were to finish your glass. It was all fun, but you knew your limits and you did not want to be drunk by the time Taehyung finally arrived. Because wine made you sleepy and that would not be good. You don't know how it happened but you were now playing 'Just Dance' with Jimin in front of the TV. Jimin started talking about Taehyung's games and how he was rarely playing with him because he was not fond of the games he owned, and you somehow gave yourself the mission to find game he would enjoy so he could play it with Taehyung.

You blamed it on the alcohol giving you the courage to do things you would never do with someone you barely knew.

Jimin had been really excited to discover a song from Blackpink in the game and you had both been dancing to the choreography of DDU-DU DDU-DU on repeat.

That is how Taehyung found you shortly after, moving to the beat of the song (pretty approximately on your side if you had to be honest, whilst Jimin was obviously nailing every move). He stopped on the doorstep as he observed the scene in front of him, neither Jimin or yourself had realised he was there.

"OH WAIT 'TIL I DO WHAT I..." You both shouted as you raised your arms, absorbed by the moves on the screen.

"...Hit you with that ddu-du ddu-du du!" Taehyung appeared between the two of you, holding his fingers like they were guns and followed the choreography.

Jimin seemed unphased by his best friend's sudden appearance and carried on dancing. You, on the opposite, were stunned and stayed still for a few seconds before the reality of the game caught you back.

"Wait... How are you doing this move with your shoulders?!" you asked suddenly to no one in particular.

You played a couple more songs, laughing brightly, teasing each other on your various dancing skills (you stood in-between the two men and kept bumping into them as your clumsiness was through the roof today, probably not helped by the couple of glasses you had drunk. Eventually, Taehyung joined you and Jimin, grabbing himself a drink, and you spent the rest of the evening chatting in the living room, joking around, playing games together, taking pictures... It was the perfect evening between friends and once again, you were marveled at how easy it was to be friends with them. Especially with Taehyung, it had always felt very easy and natural with him, and tonight was no exception.

Slowly, as the evening went by, everybody calmed down and you started watching videos on Youtube, showing each other funny clips, cool dance clips of other artists. Jimin was the first one to fall asleep, he was sitting on his own on a single comfy chair, while you and Taehyung were sharing the large sofa. Well actually you were alone on the sofa and your new friend was leaning against your legs on the floor. You had your feet propped up on the coffee and your hand was tangled in his hair, mindlessly stroking them, while Taehyung was humming happily.

"Hey Y/N..." Taehyung broke the silence with a whisper.

"Yeah..?"

"I am leaving the day after tomorrow…"

Unsure of what to respond to that, you stayed silent. A knot had formed in your throat anyway, threatening to make you cry if you tried to force words out of your mouth.

"I think you need to show me the town centre under the night lights before I leave."

You smiled gently. And off you were.

Your hometown at midnight was eerie, there was absolutely nobody in the streets and your footsteps were resonating against the cobblestones of the old town. It was a beautiful sight to watch the old buildings illuminated by special lights, even for you, even though you had grown up here. You never had many occasions to visit the town centre after midnight as a child, for obvious reasons. You shared a few anecdotes with Taehyung as you walked past some places that triggered your memory and it felt nice to see he was genuinely interested in you, asking more questions about your life. You wanted to do the same, but the knot in your throat would reappear every time you thought of something to ask him, since you knew that his answer would always imply him being far away.

After a while, you both agreed to get a taxi. Once in it, Taehyung asked for you to be the first one dropped off home. You couldn't help but notice that it did not make sense as you would drive past the hotel first, but maybe Taehyung just did not realise that. You refused to let your mind think any further than that, but you did nothing to correct it, enjoying every last second you got to spend with him for the last time. It would usually take a good twenty minutes to drive from the town centre to your family house, however, because it was the middle of the night, there was absolutely no traffic and you realised it was going to take half the time to get home. You mentioned it to Taehyung who didn't say anything in response. But it's not like there was anything to say to be honest. It was completely silent in the taxi, apart from the music playing on the radio, and you felt like the atmosphere had changed. Your mind was buzzing with all the things you wanted to tell Taehyung, but you stopped yourself from saying anything that was related to how you felt about him. You tried to think of other topics, but it always came back to the urge you had to confess to him. So you stayed quiet, biting your lip to stop you from opening your mouth.

"When are you going to pick up your car at the hotel tomorrow?" Taehyung surprised you with his question.

"Mmh... Probably in the morning, I'll get my mother to drop me on her way to work so I don't need to pay for a taxi."

"Ah ok…"

The car became quiet again.

"What time is your schedule tomorrow?"

Taehyung looked at the time on his phone.

"I am supposed to be on set with Jimin in 6 hours. And then we don't really have a finish time. The plan is to finish by 10pm to get the night shots done, but realistically and based on experience, we'll finish 3-4 hours late."

"Oh wow, hopefully you can have a lie-in in the morning. You deserve that much."

A small smile appeared on the man's face.

"My plane is in the morning... I might no go to sleep at all."

You did not respond anything to that. And he did not add anything either. It was unspoken, but you had both looked for extra options to see each other again, and find none. It was the end.

'Do I take a left here miss?" The drive broke the silence and asked you.

"Oh yeah." You leaned forward to make sure he could hear you properly.

"Take a left and then straight over to the end of the road. It is the last house on the left."

You sat back in your seat, your heart racing at the prospect of saying good bye, when your felt a large hand grabbing yours gently. You looked at Taehyung, surprised, but he was looking out of the window. So you did the same and pretended to not notice it. Finally, the taxi came to a stop and your hands separated. You opened the door and said:

"Well. This is me…"

"Yes…"

"I hope you have a good last day tomorrow and that your schedule goes smoothly." You blurted out rapidly, afraid to let another awkward silence settle between you two.

"Thanks. Enjoy the rest of your holidays here."

You smiled at each other. And you concluded first.

"Ok so... Bye Taehyung." you waved at him with a shy smile.

"I'll miss you."

"Me too. Take care of yourself please."

You closed the door and the taxi started driving straight away. You observed the car turning around and hoped to catch one last glance at the man on the back seat. But the back windows were tinted, you wiped out a single tear from your cheek with your hand and headed back inside your house.

***

Saturday

*

You woke up with great difficulty in the morning and a slight hangover from the alcohol Jimin made you drink the previous night. You cursed at him for being such bad influence and your mind wandered off to Taehyung, wondering if he woke up fine this morning for his last day of shooting. Soon enough you were in your mum's car heading to the hotel to get your own vehicle back. As you were driving in the town centre, one of the street was blocked and a diversion was put in place, creating a little bit of traffic.

"Oh I forgot they were planning on blocking this road today." Your mum said. "I read it a couple of weeks ago on the town's newspaper, something to do with a film being shot here."

That's when it clicked in your mind.

"It's a music video actually…".

You spotted a couple of guys who seemed to be part of the Big Hit team heading inside the shut down area, but couldn't see anything else, or anyone else.

Eventually your mum dropped you at your destination and you were already driving back to your house, making a giant detour in order to avoid the town centre. To avoid traffic you told yourself.

Your plan for the day was to distract yourself enough to not think about Taehyung's last day in your country, so you had organised a full on clean of the house, followed by lunch with your mother, before meeting friends in the afternoon in another town. That should do it.

It worked just fine for most of the day really. You left no room for your thoughts to wander around when scrubbing the kitchen tiles, your mother was so happy to have you with her for lunch she didn't stop talking even for a second, and you hadn't seen your friend for so long that you had a lot to catch up on! Including meeting the adorable puppy she had just adopted a couple of weeks ago. You spent hours playing with the baby dog, taking pictures with him and posting them on your social medias , trying to teach him tricks with your friend (but all the baby cared was to bite your fingers with his sharp needle teeth).

The next thing you know, it was 10pm and you were back home, debating between watching a film and playing a game on your console. That is when you gave up on your resolution. Taking your console out of its bag reminded you of Taehyung, and a wave of melancholy took over you and you started missing the man. You picked up your phone and opened up Twitter, mindlessly heading on BTS' twitter account, to see if he had posted anything about his day.

"He is probably still working." you whispered to yourself, seeing what the time was on the screen. However when the page loaded you let out a gasp.

A picture of Taehyung with his dog Yeontan was published a couple of hours ago with the caption in english: 'I'm cute with my puppy too!'. It was clearly an old picture, as the young man had a different hair colour on the photo. Your mind went wild the second you saw the caption and the adorable picture. You gave up on putting some distance between you and him, you gave up trying not to think about him, how he was, what he was doing. You wondered if he posted this because of the images you shared earlier in the day with your friend's puppy. You wondered if it meant he was stalking your social media profiles. You wondered if he was thinking of you too.

You grabbed a pillow, shoved your face in it and let out a scream of frustration. You didn't know what to do. Respond to the tweet? Send him a message? Ignore it? Despair swallowed you whole once again when you remembered that, whatever that was, he was still leaving in the early hours of the following morning. In the next 6 hours. You ended up watching Friends for the next couple of hours, not really paying attention to the show.

Your phone vibrated in your hands and you were surprised to see that you had received a message from a Twitter account you did not recognise.

"Hi Y/N, it's Jimin!"

You sat up straight on the sofa, surprised to be contacted by him.

"Oh hi! You ok? How did you get my twitter handle?" you responded.

"I stole Taehyung's phone to get it."

You blushed intensely when you realised that Jimin might have read your conversations with Taehyung.

"And can I ask why you did that? lol" you asked.

"Y/N. We are friends right?"

"Er... Yes?" You started to get worried with the turn the conversation was taking.

"And friends tell each other the truth right?" he continued.

"I guess so, when it is for their best interest I imagine."

"Exactly! So I'm going to tell you exactly what I said to Tae today."

"Ok?" You were really wondering where this whole conversation was heading now.

"Just go for it. Be brave. Take a leap of faith."

"Hm... Not sure I am following you here Jimin..." In reality you had a sneaking suspicion Jimin realised you liked his friend and wanted you to tell him that. But just to make sure you were not going to make a fool of yourself, you played dumb.

"Oh come on! Meet me halfway here! I'll just add one more thing: Tae has been miserable all day, and even more since he posted that picture on Twitter and is thinking that you didn't see it."

"Right. I get the message."

You really did, and Jimin finally gave you the last bit of convincing you needed. You shoot up from your seat, turning the TV off and grabbing your coat.

"I can't believe I had to intervene that much." Jimin carried texting you as you were getting ready. "I swear next time I will make you both pay for my services!"

Not wanting to leave him on read, but not wanting to take the time to respond with a full sentence, you just sent him a thumbs up emoji and shoved your phone in your pocket, grabbing your car keys on the way out.

*

Your best guess to find Taehyung, based on your discussion with him the day before on how every single schedule finished late, was to go to the town centre, where you knew they were filming today. When you parked though, you were surprised to see the street was not closed anymore and members of staff were carrying the filming materials to vehicles.

"Y/N!"

You turned around to look where you heard your name shouted from, only to see Jimin waving happily at you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked you when you reached each other.

"I followed your advice! I took a leap of faith. I came to see Taehyung, is he around?" you asked the man

"Argh! Why didn't you ask me where he was before you left, silly?!"

"Because you were complaining about interfering and threatening to make me pay for your services so I thought I wouldn't make my debt any bigger!"

Jimin laughed and you joined him.

"To be honest, I am not sure where he went." Jimin finally said. "We are meant to leave to the airport shortly, I even got my luggages with me. I guess he would have gone to the hotel to pick up his stuff? I am not sure though, he has been gone a while now.

"Thanks Jimin, I owe you one!" You thanked him as you were already heading to your car."

"You owe me two actually!" You managed to hear Jimin shouting back to you and laughed. You waved goodbye in response.

A few minutes later, you had parked at the hotel they had been staying for the past week, making the comment to yourself that in all the years you lived in this town, you had never spent this much time in this area than this week alone.

You entered the hotel lobby and headed out to Taehyung's room, you had no patience for the lift, so you took the stairs and climbed them two by twos. Eventually, you arrived in front of his door, completely out of breath.

"You're an idiot Y/N... You can't even speak now..."

You waited a couple of minutes to catch up your breath and gather the courage to knock at the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

You waited a few seconds for a response, but nothing came. You tried again.

Still nothing.

"Tae? Are you there? Are you asleep?" You tried to speak through the door, cautious not to be too loud as this was the middle of the night.

Still nothing.

You took your phone in your hand, debating on what to do next. Contact Taehyung? Contact Jimin? You really weren't sure.

"Excuse me miss?"

A voice startled you and you jumped in surprise. It seemed to be the night guard, checking up on you.

"Can I ask you what you are doing here?"

"Erm... I was here to visit my friend? Mr Kim Taehyung?"

The man looked at you suspiciously, but then eventually decided he could just give you the information you needed.

"I am afraid he has checked out of the hotel some time ago miss."

"Oh."

You felt your stomach drop, and your heart probably. You were so incredibly disappointed, tears started to swell up in your eyes. You managed to contain them in front of the man and thanked him for his help. As you headed outside, you reviewed your options.

You were not sure what time his plane was, you were not sure where Taehyung was. You could always text him, or Jimin. But after everything you just did tonight to see him once again, and after all of it didn't work out, you started thinking maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe you were just forcing things to happen, and it was time to give up now. You really were not one to believe in destiny, but after these failures, it was just the world telling you to stop trying. You stepped outside the building, your head low. You were biting the inside of your cheeks to stop the tears from coming out. But as soon as it started pouring down with rain, you realised it would make no difference to cry, the tears would mix with the rain drops, and nobody would notice.

Not that there was anybody outside at this time of the night.

Until the rain stopped because an umbrella appeared on top of your head and a voice you were craving to hear desperately resonated behind you.

"You were difficult to find."

You turned around instantly, and forgot to breathe when you realised Taehyung was here. Holding an umbrella above your head. Glowing with the brightest smile on his face. You slapped yourself mentally to get some words out of you.

"You can talk." You laughed. "I went to two places to find you. I think I worked a lot more here to find you."

"I went to your house." He said. "I rang the doorbell and your mum opened the door."

"Oh." was all you were able to say.

"She doesn't speak English." He added.

"No. She does not." You agreed, starting to feel really sorry for the man.

You both took a pause. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. You were blushing at the intense stare Taehyung was giving you. His eyes were absolutely glued to you, it even seemed like he was not blinking, simply too busy contemplating you. You forgot to breathe again.

"Ok... Maybe you did work harder to find me."

Taehyung took a step forward under the umbrella, you were now touching. He was so close to you, you could feel his breathing on your face.

"And also, I am the one who actually find you."

He raised his hand to your face and moved a hair strand, stuck on your forehead because of the rain, behind your hear. He didn't pull his hand away after, letting his long fingers grazing softly against your cheek. Your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like it was coming out of your chest. Or maybe it was Taehyung's you couldn't tell anymore, you were so close, your bodies were pressed against each other's. You could see every details of his face, his adorable mole under his nose, you could probably count every single one of his eyelashes...

And you could tell how soft his lips must be.

And warm.

Because he was now kissing you.

And you were kissing him back.

While one of his hand was on your cheek, you reached out for his other hand and entwined your fingers, before pulling him closer to you, as if it was possible.

This was the dreamiest kiss you ever had in your life, so soft and yet so passionate. There was no pause, you could not get enough of each other. It felt like you were not the only one who restrained yourself during the week. Taehyung ended up confirming it for you when you finally separated. Your lips disconnected but your eyes didn't. You could imagine your eyes were glowing as much as his. It was a beautiful sight, Taehyung looked so blissfully happy, all you wanted was to kiss him again. Instead, you linked your arms across his chest, hugging him like you've been wanting to do for what seems like forever.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." Taehyung said, putting his arms around you in return, laying his head on top of yours.

"As long as I've been wanting to?" You asked him, not giving him a specific time.

He smiled at you, pecked another quick kiss on your lips.

"Most definitely."

You gave him a quick kiss too, struggling to resist as much as him. But as you were about to separate again, he whined like a child, started pouting and you cooed at the sight.

"You are the most adorable person in the world Tae." You rubbed your nose against his, and he did the same.

"And I love you. Can I stay here one more week with you?"