#We're going to pretend it's been months since we last saw her :^)

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People disappear. People leave without a word. Mirèlha just vanished into thin air, without a word or message to any soul on earth. When asked, no one knew where she went.

It was noticeable at the monthly meetings. One month, her seat was empty. The second month, it was empty again. By the third month, someone had taken it.

This month, however, there was a familiar figure sitting in it. She was always early to these meetings, but something was changed about her. It may have been that her once simple appearance had altered. Her straightened red hair, was now a wild tangle of curls that barely held together with a claw clip. Her once plain gray dress suit was replaced with tweed pants and a frilled blouse. Her former 'porcelain skin' was now speckled with freckles, and her only makeup was a dash of red lipstick.

Even her demeanor had shifted. When it was her turn to speak, she had always practiced her English at these meetings, where her voice was humble and quiet. This time around she spoke passionately in French, relying on a translator to get her words across. But her voice was strong and assertive, a contrast to her former passive self. One can even see the passion in her face as she talked, her voice rising and interrupting others when they interrupt her.

When it finally came time to a recess, Mer left her belongings and joined a group of Francophone nations, smoking a cigarette and engaging in lively conversation. Her laughter was loud and carefree, her smile wide and genuine. There was something different about her.

After her chatter, she excused herself to finish her smoke by sitting on a railing, smoking and observing passerby.

open - soft reset ♡

[woso-dreamzzz]

Wolfsburg

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Wolfsburg vs Bayern

"If we keep our heads down," Magda mutters," We can pretend that she's not with us."

"Magda!"

You're walking ahead of your parents, practically skipping as you wear an old Wolfsburg Harder jersey. It's much too big for you so Pernille had to tuck it into your shorts this morning when you refused to wear anything else.

This match was all you'd been talking about for weeks, ever since you'd seen the fixture schedule for this month.

Even if you loved the Bayern jersey because it had red, it did not supersede your deep love for Wolfsburg.

It was slightly embarrassing and Magda stubbornly kept her head down as she headed out to inspect the pitch.

"Do my eyes deceive me," A voice that you used to be very familiar with says," Or is that the future of Wolfsburg?"

You grin. "Alex!"

Magda watches as Popp picks you up, spinning you around as Pajor appears over Pernille's shoulder.

"She's grown."

"Kids do that," Pernille laughs.

"She still supporting the right German club?"

"Unfortunately," Magda mutters.

"What position are we talking? We need to start training her up young."

"Goalkeeper," Pernille answers," Zećira's been training her for a while now."

Pajor laughs. "Then I'm sure she'll be great when she grows up."

Your hysterical giggle echo around the pitch as Popp turns you upside down and shakes you.

You stick by the Wolfsburg girls all throughout the pitch inspection and Magda has to actually drag you away when it's time to go in to change.

"I'm going to play for Wolfsburg one day," You tell Momma when she walks you out for warmups," Like you did."

Momma gently strokes the hair out of your face. "And I'm sure you will. Now, remember, you may support Wolfsburg but we're still Bayern so you can't celebrate too hard if they score a few goals, alright?"

You huff but agree.

Scottish Sam and Georgia laugh uncontrollably when you join them on the bench, happy in your Wolfsburg green.

"Don't be too sad when Wolfsburg loses," Georgia teases, ruffling your hair.

You shrug. "It's okay if they lose now," You say," Because when I play for them, they won't."

"Wow," Georgia says," Someone's sure of herself."

"I'm going to be really good," You reply earnestly, brows drawn together as if to stress how much you want this," Because Zećira is taking a lot of time to teach me and I don't want to let her down."

Georgia's face softens a fraction. "I think you're going to make her and your mums very proud."

You smile.

Georgia's right. Wolfsburg lose to Bayern but you're still in a good mood because it means Morsa and Momma are happy.

You let them both give you celebratory kisses but escape pretty quickly to see Alex and Ewa.

Ewa picks you up instantly, holding you on her hip as she and Alex speak with one of the Wolfsburg girls that joined after you and Momma left for England.

"I hear," Alex says," That you've started to collect jerseys."

You nod. "I got a Keira Walsh one at the world cup and I've got a Leah Williamson one on my wall."

"Wow," Ewa says," Have you got any more?"

"I do! My Tia Tana sent me ones for everyone on her team! And Daan gave me a Lyon one when I last saw her! Daan used to play for Arsenal before she moved to France, which is how I know her. I like Arsenal almost as much as I like Wolfsburg!"

Ewa laughs. "Good. Keep it that way. Wolfsburg's got to stay on top, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

Alex grins at you. "You know," She says, lowering her voice like she's telling you a secret," Pernille's jersey is kind of old."

You look down at it, tugging on the collar. "It's from when Momma used to play with you."

"I know," Alex says," How about we get you a new one?"

She grins at you and pulls her own shirt up and over her head.

"Really?"

"Come on, take it. I'll see you in it next time we meet, agreed?"

"Agreed!"

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 13

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: thirteen

part one here

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yourusername: i'm so proud of you guys!! euros champions wooh!! 🤍💙

lottewubbenmoy: 💙💙

ellatoone: tysm!!

alessiarusso99: 💙💙💙

leahwilliamsonn: nahh what is that photo of me ↳ yourusername: lookin buzzin ↳ ellatoone: buzzin fr

stanwaygeorgia: still can't believe you wore that old rusty metal's jersey instead of mine 😔 ↳ lucybronze: it's because i'm her fav ↳ stanwaygeorgia: you wished

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(doing a bit of timeskip and let's pretend it's been like around two months since the euros bcuz yeah)

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ guys look at what leah and i found this morning

stairway YOU GUYS WENT WITHOUT ME ?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ well i was gonna offer you but leah said you were busy

stairway WHAT NO I WASNT

willlybum oh well that's so sad

earpsy so this is why you were late to training

willybum i forgot we had training

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ more like wanted to forgot

willybum oi don't expose me like that

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ :)) so how's training going

neev y/n save me from this torture we'll go to nandos together and drag jessie along too

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev added flaming hot

flaming hot stoppp not this nickname 😭😭 and we can't go to that nandos place anymore did you two forget? we're banned from last time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and who's fault was that miss flaming hot

flaming hot i blame niamh for all that

neev bruh you were literally the one that said you could handle the flaming hot sauce fleming and then practically screamed dramatically about how you were dying which got us kicked out

flaming hot I WAS NOT DRAMATIC AND YOU WERE THE ONE THAT PEER PRESSURED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ it was incredibly funny ngl i mean you couldn't really tell the difference from jessie's face and her national jersey colour

flaming hot stop ittt you two are meanies it literally wasn't that bad i recovered fine

neev um you were literally crying the whole day jessie

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and we had to buy you like twenty iced drinks for you to finally cool down

look this is you finally calming down after your twelfth drink

neev yeah not our fault you can't handle any spice flaming hot fleming but we're still kidnapping you and taking you to another nandos place tonight

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ we sure are

flaming hot i'm gonna pull a houdini

lotte oooh i wanna come along to nandos!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're very welcome to

stairway me too!

neev absolutely not

stairway excuse you how can lotte come with you guys but not me?!

neev bcuz she isn't annoying like you are

stairway

neev

elton no wayy you guys

willybum oh my god i do not have the effort for this today what is she going to say

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no

the REAL karate kid

ona batlle uh should i be scared?

kie very much

flaming hot what is happening?

stairway

elton did you guys know that you can lick someone's elbow (also known as their wenis) and they can't feel it

lotte righttt of course i needed to know this

flaming hot HELP WHAT 😭😭

neev the fact that i just saw georgia look at me after reading that seriously concerns me

the REAL karate kid unfortunately it's true 😭😭 she licked my wenis

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ..... yeah i have no words

ona batlle 😭😭

steph what the hell 😭😭

rusty metal i wondered why everyone stopped working out and started looking at each other ella, i do not wanna know why you know that, and can everyone stop trying to lick each other's elbows it's freaking me out 😭😭

kie i'm convinced ella has no thoughts behind those eyes it is just elevator music. on repeat. all day. every day.

stairway i think lucy's wenis needs a licky lick

rusty metal georgia get the hell away from me

elton ALSO if you look at any object near you right now you know in your head what it would feel like when you lick it like the texture and stuff

mccard nahh that's insane i haven't licked everything near me so why would i know how it would feel?

lotte why did i just see rachel and millie taking glances at each other

rusty metal GEARGIA ISTG DONT YOU DARE TAKE A STEP TOWARDS ME CAN YOU ALL PLS STOP TRYING TO LICK THINGS WITH YOUR IMAGINATIONS Y'ALL ARE FESTY OMG 😭😭

esme NAAAHHHHH WHY DID NIAMH ACTUALLY JUST LICK SOME STUFF TO CONFIRM IF SHE IMAGINED IT RIGHT THIS IS SO WRONG 😭😭😭

flaming hot of course she would do that 😭😭

meado

steph is this just a daily occurrence for you guys? is this normal?

door knob i'm sad to admit that it is

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i'm kinda glad i'm not near any of this rn

flaming hot fr

neev well i wanted to know if my brain was tricking me or not

esme you didn't need to lick it tho mate 😭😭

neev

alex nahh i'm done i'm leaving the gym just saw daly start walking towards bright like she was preparing to lick her i can't witness this today 😭😭

kie why am i not surprised that it's ella that started this again?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

ona batlle amen to that

steph seconded so glad kyra and charli aren't in this chat to contribute to this chaos omg

flaming hot amen fr 😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg kyra and cha cha! we need to add em in here too

stairway wait a sec y/n YOURE NOT BRITISH?!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nopee lived in england almost all my life but proud aussie here 💪🇦🇺

steph ayeee 🇦🇺

willybum i cannot believe this

elton you're an imposter fr

neev and here we thought you were one of us

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ heyy i am an honourary lioness member isn't like lessi half italian?

thet REAL karate kid yeah?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ see and she's playing for england i can support both the lionesses and tillies

willybum okay but now that the wsl is starting the more important question is which club do you support?

stairway oh yeah

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh uhh i gtg do something really important rn talk to you guys later! bye!

neev y/nnnnn dont forget our nandos!! i'll be waiting!!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i won't! better be prepared fleming

flaming hot oh no

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part fourteen here

[schemmentis]

Revelation

Anon asked: Prompt: With Jacob living with Melissa, he sees how gay she is around reader and tries to open her eyes for it.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

Pt. 2

“So…” Jacob drawls as he brings the last of the dirty dishes in from the living room. “When are we gonna talk about it? Because I kinda can't pretend I'm not seeing what I'm seeing at this point.”

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” Melissa questions. A stern look at him for his not forthright way of speaking. “Talk about what, kid?”

“Y'know…Y/N.”

“What about Y/N?” Melissa rephrases her original question as she takes a step away from her sink. A hand on her hip as she outright glares at Jacob now. Irritated at his still beating around the actual topic, and now that he's bringing you into it too.

You were the newest member of their little Abbott crew. Still, you had been around long enough that they all knew you fairly well. Melissa, arguably, the most of all of them. Though she wasn't necessarily the warmest person; she certainly was more so than when you had first met her.

You were now a regular on the couch for morning news, at Mel and Barb's table for lunch, and the game nights the red head sometimes hosted. The crew, especially Janine, had wanted it to be held more often. Melissa maintained once a month was more than enough to invite them all into her space after school hours.

She stands even more firm on that stance now that Jacob is staying with her. She's grown more fond of him in their short time so far as roommates. He'd surprised her on more than one occasion for some of the things they had in common. The sharing of Real HouseWives goes a long way just by itself. Still, she wasn't about to invite anyone in any further.

Except, when she wasn't paying attention she already had. You had taken the spot right behind Barbara of being her favorite. Some days, you surpassed her work wife too.

She raises an eyebrow when Jacob still stands across from her in the kitchen. Game night had just ended and he was kindly helping clean up afterward. Then he had to ruin Melissa's mood by implying something about you. She still didn't understand what the younger man was trying to get at as he stumbled over the start of his next sentence beneath her glare. She knew, though, if it was anything bad about you she was prepared to make it however long they stayed sharing a living space hell for him. Even if she did like him.

“Would you just spit it out?”

“How much you like Y/N, is what I was trying to say. I didn't realize how close you two were until now.”

Melissa scoffs. This is what he had gotten her worked up over? She tugs the dish towel slung over her shoulder off to toss it onto Jacob's. “You dry.” She mutters, turning back to her sink to begin washing the used dishes.

“Of course I like Y/N. I don't see what the big deal is.” Melissa says after a moment of washing in silence.

“I knew you always picked her to team up with on game nights, obviously.” Jacob says as he dries the plate she's handed him. “And how you guys are at school and all. I just never noticed the other stuff until staying here.”

“What other stuff, Hill?”

Jacob's brow furrows, realizing Melissa really doesn't see it. “You talk to her every night on the phone.” He says, gently setting the plate into the dish rack before taking the bowl she's holding out to him. “Even though it's only been a few hours since you saw her last.”

“So?”

“I mean, do you do that with Barbara?”

“No, why would I? I'll talk to her in the mornin’ or Monday, whatever. Whenever we're at school next. Unless somethin’ bad's happened.”

“Right…” Jacob trails off, trying to navigate the conversation carefully. Part of him worries he's reading too much into things. The other part is worried he's already irritated the redhead just by starting this conversation and if he is right it's clearly going to be a revelation for Melissa.

He clears his throat, trying another approach. “Do you and, uh, Barbara do anything on the weekends?”

Melissa gives him a side eyed look. A little bit like he's dumb for asking. At least, he's sort of used to that one from her. “No. She's got church and Gerald.” She says like that's obvious and he should know that.

Which, he does know. He shifts the piece of silverware he's drying to the dish rack. “Last weekend you went to the movies with Y/N.”

“Yeah, she wanted to see Barbie. Again. She insisted it's different at the theater.”

“The weekend before that you went to the farmer's market together.”

“I'm not gonna pass up fresh produce, especially the peppers. I can use those in plenty of dishes and you get twice as much than at the supermarket. Besides, Y/N is always looking for fresh, local honey. New vendors, too. If somebody new is at one of the local markets then she's gotta go check it out.”

Silently, Jacob is begging Melissa to get his point but he can see she really isn't.

“You don't think it's…different with Y/N?”

“It's different with all youse.” Melissa answers as she shoves the last cleaned plate into Jacob's hands, frustrated at his prodding. “I ain't with you like I am with Barb and I'm not with Barb like I am with Y/N. What's it matter?”

“It doesn't.” Jacob answers quickly. At least, it doesn't in the way he can tell his questions are beginning to stress Melissa out. He certainly isn't judging, or trying to.

He thought Melissa at least had an idea of the different way her relationship with Y/N was when he first brought it up. He thought he had just caught onto something that was being kept private. Now, though, it's clear to him that Melissa hasn't even considered that relationship to this level.

“I just noticed you guys…spend a lot of time together is all. I thought…” Jacob stops himself from finishing his thought. He doesn't know how Melissa will take it now.

“You thought what?” Melissa presses, wiping down the kitchen counter. She doesn't turn to him but Jacob can hear the glare in her tone.

“I thought you guys were…seeing where things were going.” Jacob hedges.

“What's that even ‘spose to mean?”

“I thought you were dating and just not ready to tell everyone yet.” Jacob finally says plainly.

“Dating?” Melissa echoes, turning back to face Jacob now. In half a second, she gauges his seriousness. He means it. “You thought me and Y/N were, are, dating?”

Jacob shrugs helplessly. “Yeah. You two are just kind of…always together.”

“Well. We’re not.” Melissa says sternly.

Jacob nods. “I get that now. I won't just…assume next time?” He hesitantly promises, mustering a smile he hopes will disarm Melissa's demeanor. “For what it's worth, you guys would be good together, though.” He adds, making his way out of the kitchen to put away monopoly still left out on the coffee table.

Melissa stares after Jacob. He's disappeared from sight but her eyes remain on the space he had stood in before. A knee-jerk part of her says it's ridiculous he even thought the two of you were dating. A larger part acknowledges how he could have thought it.

She takes a deep breath, turning back to the sink. She lets the dirty dish water from the sink. She wipes the faucet and edges before wiping down the metal of the sink once the water’s drained. She drapes the dishrag over the metal divider between the two basins.

Her hands brace against the edge of the sink. A dim metal thunk when her palms hit it with small force. “Shit.” She’s falling for you.

[ganggangscenarios]

Platinum Heart (Diamond heart pt.2)

Part 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You get the opportunity to meet Jungkook's friends.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, angst

Warnings: Body image. Negative language. Smut

You carefully slide into Jungkook's car, setting your handbag on the floor before fastening your seatbelt. It was Friday evening, and after a long week of work, you were about to embark on a weekend trip with your incredibly handsome boyfriend. All week, he'd been sending you links to cozy cafes and hiking trails near the cabin where you'd be staying. You couldn't help feeling a bit nervous; it was a group trip, and this would be the first time you'd meet his close friends and their partners.

Though your confidence had grown lately-thanks to both your hard work and Jungkook's unwavering support-you still had your insecurities. You couldn't shake the worry of being judged for wearing a T-shirt and shorts to the pool. You'd just reached a place of comfort being in your underwear around Jungkook; the thought of wearing a swimsuit in front of new faces was a little overwhelming.

"I missed you today," Jungkook says, leaning over to steal a quick kiss.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "You saw me this morning!"

He pouts, then kisses you again before putting the car in drive. Soon enough, you're both on the open road, heading toward the countryside for your weekend escape. You gaze out the window, taking in the surroundings as the sun dips below the horizon.

Every now and then, Jungkook glances over at you with a soft smile. He'd been so happy these past few months, feeling like this was the best start to a relationship he'd ever had.

You were a strong advocate for open communication, always encouraging him to share his feelings, and he loved learning more about you-what made you laugh, what moved you to tears, what brought you comfort. He also loved the way you had become more confident with him, especially in intimate moments. Since your first time together, you'd let down your guard and started to believe him when he said he loved your body. It was apparent in the way you'd sometimes take charge, a confidence that made his heart race. The memory of your last night together lingered in his mind, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, anticipation building for when you'd finally lock the door to your cabin room.

Suddenly, the soft music filling the car was interrupted by the ring of Jungkook's phone.

He quickly answered, and a deep voice echoed through the speakers.

"Where are you?" the voice asked.

You glanced at the screen and saw the name

'Taehyung'—a name you'd heard often but had yet to put a face to. At least now, you could put a voice to it.

"We're about 30 minutes away," Jungkook replied. "Going to stop at a rest area real quick. I kinda kidnapped her right after work, so l'm treating her to some top-tier rest stop food. I think a corndog sounds good." He smiled at you while he spoke.

Grinning, you placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, pretending to pull over, which made you laugh.

“I hope the only corndog you’re giving her is the kind that’s battered, dipped in potato, and deep-fried,” Taehyung joked through the speaker. “We don’t want her meeting everyone for the first time looking exhausted.”

“Don’t worry! He’s not getting near me with his corndog until I get the food I was promised!” you shot back, making Taehyung laugh.

“Well, Jimin and Cleo are already at the cabin, and we’re about the same distance away as you,” Taehyung replied. “Let’s meet at the rest stop and drive in together.”

Jungkook agreed, hanging up swiftly.

Before you knew it, you were pulling into the rest stop parking lot. You watched out the window as families exited their cars and headed inside. Noticing an empty spot, you pointed it out, and Jungkook backed in smoothly, turning off the engine. You had to admit, there was something irresistibly attractive about watching him drive.You grab his hand before he has the chance to get out of the car. He’s about to speak when you press your lips to his. You caress his cheek and let your other hand rest at the back of his neck, as your fingers place with his hair. He deepens the kiss, slowly slipping his tongue into your welcoming mouth. You glide your tongue along his for a short while before pulling away.

“I—I thought you didn’t want my ‘corndog’ until you’d eaten. But that kiss… makes it hard for me to let you leave this car.” Jungkook licks his lips, his hand casually drifting to your thigh, barely covered by the hem of your skirt. The fabric had ridden up when you leaned over to kiss him earlier, your sudden move catching him off guard.

You almost suggest that he park somewhere more secluded so you could playfully test just how hard it would be for him to let you out of the car. But before you can say anything, the sound of a loud bang on the windshield startles both of you.

You both look up and see a very handsome man standing there, a wide grin on his face.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook exclaims, his surprise evident as he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open the door. You watch as the two men embrace, their muffled voices almost lost behind the thick glass of the windshield. A moment later, you hear Jungkook say your name, and both men’s eyes turn to you.

You quickly grab your purse, sliding your phone inside and throwing a glance at Jungkook before exiting the car. Taehyung’s warm, bear-like hug almost knocks the air from your lungs, but you welcome it with a smile.

“It’s so great to finally meet the woman who’s making my bro so happy!” He pulls away, beaming.

“I’m Taehyung,” he adds, flashing you a boyish grin.

You smile brightly in return and introduce yourself. As you do, you notice Jungkook out of the corner of your eye. His posture has changed, the easygoing demeanor that usually defined him now gone. His shoulders are tense, his jaw tight. It’s subtle, but it’s there—a furrowed brow that mirrors the one he gets whenever you greet Namjoon a little too warmly at the gym.

A wave of unease settles in your chest. He’s usually so relaxed, but the presence of his friend, who’s conventionally handsome and kind, has thrown him off. And you can’t help but feel a little guilty for not noticing sooner.

You step away from Taehyung’s hug and walk over to Jungkook, gently grabbing his hand as the three of you make your way towards the building.

“Where’s Sohyun?” Jungkook asks, his eyes scanning the area as if expecting her to pop out from behind a tree or car.

Taehyung’s expression falters, and you instantly recognize it. It’s the same look of hurt and betrayal you’ve worn too many times to count—something familiar, something you know all too well. The kind of expression you never want to wear again.

“Uh… she’s not coming,” Taehyung answers, his voice tight, his words curt.

Jungkook seems ready to probe further, but you gently squeeze his hand, giving him a subtle shake of your head. He hesitates, his brows furrowing, but after a moment, he nods, clearly not wanting to push.

“No worries. I guess it’s just gonna be us three guys and you two girls,” Jungkook says, attempting to lighten the mood.

But Taehyung doesn’t seem so sure. He hesitates again, like he’s unsure how to say what’s on his mind.

“N-no, still three girls,” he stammers, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I invited someone else. I tried calling you about it, but I needed to pick you up and felt awkward texting about it…” He trails off, looking almost embarrassed.

Jungkook, clearly confused, lets go of your hand and places his hands firmly on his hips, his posture shifting into a fatherly stance. His eyes narrow in that way you’ve seen him do a thousand times, the same way he waits for you to explain why you left a pile of dirty laundry in the middle of the living room.

You look back and forth between them, wondering what this all means. Before anyone can say anything more, a voice calls out from across the parking lot.

“Taehyung! I told you to wait for me!”

You all turn to see a striking woman with shoulder-length brown hair striding toward you, wearing a fitted graphic t-shirt and shorts that show off toned, sun-kissed legs. Taehyung immediately shifts on his feet, turning slightly toward Jungkook, the unease visible in his posture.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, but Jungkook is too stunned to answer. His mouth falls open, and for a split second, you think he might say something, but the words don’t come. His eyes are locked on the woman, as she approaches.

“Taehyung! I told you to wait for me!” The woman exclaims, practically throwing herself into his arms as she wraps hers around his waist.

Jungkook’s face hardens as he takes in the sight. He stands frozen, unable to process what’s happening. That woman—his ex—Jisoo, was now in Taehyung’s arms. The woman who had shattered his heart before you came along, the one who’d made him swear off relationships for two years. And now, Taehyung—his closest friend—was with her.

You can see the shock, the betrayal, the pain flash across his face, but before you can react, Jisoo notices you.

“Jungkook,” she says, her voice laced with something both familiar and unsettling. You can’t help but notice the way her eyes skim over him—lazily, like she’s assessing what she’s missed. When her gaze finally lands on you, she smiles, though it’s more than just polite. It’s something else, something that feels… off.

You watch as Jisoo’s eyes flick over you—your dress, your posture, the hand Jungkook is holding tightly around your waist. Then, she smiles, almost smugly. “It’s been a while. You look good,” she says to Jungkook, her voice dripping with something you can’t quite put your finger on. Lust? Curiosity? Or maybe something darker?

Jungkook stands silently, pulling you closer to him, his arm instinctively tightening around your waist. You glance up at him. His jaw is clenched, his expression a mixture of frustration and quiet anger. But when he meets your eyes, his expression softens—just for a moment.

He doesn’t need to think about her anymore. Not when he has you. He hasn’t thought about her in so long, not since the day he realized that you were the one who helped him move on, who helped him heal.

He leans down, about to press a quick kiss to your lips, but before he can, Jisoo interrupts them, holding out her hand.

“I’m Jisoo. Nice to meet you,” she says, her tone feigning politeness, but there’s an edge to it. Her fingers hover just above yours, waiting for you to reciprocate.

You glance down at her hand before quickly shaking it, the discomfort in your chest growing. “Nice to meet you,” you reply, trying your best to keep your tone neutral.

You can feel Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightening as he pulls you closer. You glance up at him and, with a soft, reassuring smile, lean your head against his shoulder.

“Where’s that corndog I’ve heard so much about?” you ask, trying to redirect the conversation, your voice light as you move forward with him, away from the awkward tension.

Behind you, you hear the faint sound of raised voices. You don’t turn around, but the conversation between Taehyung and Jisoo seems to be escalating, and you can’t help but wonder what’s really going on between them.

Jungkook told you to pick a table, just the two of you, as he headed toward the brightly colored counter to order your deep-fried snacks. He was insistent on sitting alone, away from your weekend companions. You didn’t ask why, not yet, but you would. The unease in your chest had only grown since you first set foot in the food court, and you had a sinking feeling it was going to get worse before it got better.

Your eyes scanned the bustling food court as you waited for Jungkook to return. Your mind wandered for a moment, but when you looked back toward the table, you caught the unmistakable gaze of Jisoo across the way. She was looking directly at you, her hand casually gesturing for you to come over. You hesitated but felt a strange pull. You dropped your bag onto the seat and, against your better judgment, walked over to her.

“What’s up?” You asked, folding your arms, trying to keep a cool composure.

Jisoo’s smile was wide, but something about it made your stomach twist. The first time she smiled at you, it had felt almost… too perfect. Now, it just made you feel uneasy.

"Taehyung went to get his food," she began, her voice sweet but somehow too syrupy, as if it was trying to mask something. "I thought I’d pop by the convenience store for a quick salad. I figured you’d want to come with me." She paused, giving you a look that felt more pointed than friendly. "Jungkook’s your personal trainer, right? Tae mentioned it to me. He’s usually so strict with his diet. One year, he wouldn’t even eat his own birthday cake. I lost so much weight that year. He was—" She cuts herself off, her eyes scanning you briefly. "But I guess he’s changed."

Jungkook was the one who had encouraged you to be more comfortable with food, more relaxed, to enjoy life without the guilt you’d carried for years. But now, you felt the weight of Jisoo's words sink in, like they were slipping under your skin, poking at a vulnerability you thought was buried.

Her eyes raked up your body slowly, lingering on your midsection. It felt invasive, uncomfortable. You wanted to cover up, but you couldn't, and before you knew it, the pencil skirt you had worn proudly this morning—feeling good, feeling confident—now felt tight, unflattering, wrong. You looked down. The lumps and bumps that you usually tried to ignore now felt all too obvious. Confidence was a fragile thing. It took so long to build, and it only took one look, one comment to knock it down.

Jisoo didn’t stop there. "When we were together, we used to be known as that gym couple," she said, almost as if she were reminiscing. "Always in matching sets." Her eyes gleamed as she glanced at you. "But it’s nice to see that he has other clothes now."

You could feel your pulse quicken, your fingers tightening around your arms as you tried to hold on to what little composure you had left.

She smiled, clearly satisfied with the impact of her words.

"Oh!" She gasped, feigning surprise. "He didn’t tell you?"

No, he hadn’t. He hadn’t told you anything, not about her, not about their past, not about what they’d shared. He’d never mentioned that they had been together, that she was his ex-girlfriend. You knew there was history between them, but the look on his face when he saw her earlier… it suddenly made so much sense. He hadn’t told you. And now, Jisoo’s presence here was more than just awkward—it was a reminder that Jungkook could still be pulled back into her orbit. What if she was the one who got away?

"We’re so... different now," she continued, her eyes gliding over you one more time, as if you were some kind of puzzle. "So I’m sure he’s different with you." She then glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of Jungkook returning to the table.

"Kooky’s back at your table now," she said, her tone far too sweet. "Enjoy your fried goods!"

You didn’t trust her smile as you turned back toward your table. The sinking feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away. You had to force yourself to sit down, grab your bag, and keep your hands from trembling.

Jungkook smiled at you, his hands holding up the corndog like some sort of peace offering, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes. You didn’t feel like smiling back.

“When were you gonna tell me that Jisoo is your ex-girlfriend?” you asked, your voice low, brow furrowed, lips turned down in quiet frustration.

Jungkook froze. The corndog slipped from his fingers, landing softly on the table. He had planned to tell you, maybe in the car or later that night when you were alone. He just hadn’t expected things to go like this. His mind raced, and for a brief moment, he wished he’d prepared for this conversation.

“Who told you?” he asked, his tone tentative, but there was something about it that didn’t sit right.

You couldn’t believe your ears. He was asking you who told you? After all of her comments, after that whole conversation you just had, he was asking that?

“She did,” you replied curtly, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, a defensive posture that you couldn’t shake.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face, clearly frustrated with himself. He hadn’t expected Jisoo to spring this on you like she did. The fact that she was here, and the way she’d slipped back into his life so easily—it made him feel small, like he had allowed something to linger that shouldn’t have. But it was never supposed to be this way. She wasn’t supposed to make you feel small.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, though his voice still had that edge of frustration. “I honestly didn’t know she was coming, and I should’ve told you earlier. I just... I didn’t think it’d be like this. I’ll explain everything about her tonight, I promise. But please, just eat something. You’ve had a long day.”

He reached out, taking your hand across the table, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your palm, trying to soothe you.

Your eyes lingered over the spread of food—saucy rice cakes, crispy golden corndogs, the fishcake soup—but you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up a bite. Jisoo’s words played over and over in your head, and the last thing you felt like doing was eating.

“I’m not hungry anymore,” you said, offering him a tight, forced smile. “You eat.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes softening with concern. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He’d seen that look on your face before, and it made his stomach twist. It was the same expression you had when that woman at work had made a comment about your body a few weeks ago—about how she would never eat again and how lucky you were to have a personal trainer boyfriend. That night, Jungkook had reminded you how beautiful you were, inside and out. And it had helped, for a moment. But now, this? It felt like everything was slipping again.

“What the hell did she say to you?” His voice hardened with anger, the protective instinct flaring up in him.

You shook your head, pulling away slightly. The conversation was too much, too soon. You had your walls up, and you weren’t ready to address what had just happened. You communicated, then shut down, and Jungkook had learned to give you the space you needed.

“Babe, please,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. “I want to fix this. Please, let me make it better.”

You looked down at your hands, your chest tight with a mix of hurt and confusion.

“Then take me home,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. This wasn’t how the weekend was supposed to go. You were meant to meet his friends, enjoy the weekend, and for the first time in a while, he had planned to tell you that he loved you. This wasn’t how it was meant to happen.

“If that’s what you want...” he said, his voice heavy with disappointment.

You watched him scramble to find his car keys, his eyes darting across the table.

“They’re in your pocket,” you said, smirking lightly despite everything.

Jungkook paused, then laughed softly, shaking his head at himself. Jisoo, watching from across the food court, looked on with a bemused expression as the tension between you two melted for just a second. But as soon as you both started laughing, she scoffed, hiding it behind a fake cough.

“Something was in my throat,” she said, her smile more knowing than ever.

Jungkook slid into the seat beside you, lifting you effortlessly into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, his lips close to your ear. You rested your head against his shoulder, the chaos of the world outside temporarily quieting as you found comfort in his presence.

You walk to the car, hand in hand, with a takeout box swinging from Jungkook’s free hand. He’d managed to talk you into staying, promising to make it up to you. Before you get in, you pull him into a tight hug, feeling the warmth of his lips brush the top of your forehead.

“I’m sorry for overreacting,” you murmur softly into his ear.

He shakes his head, his heart swelling with gratitude. He knew you were the kind of partner who understood, who could have reacted so much worse, and he still would’ve understood.

“No,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry for keeping it from you. I should’ve been more open. If it had been up to me, I would’ve driven you home right then—if it meant we’d be okay. I still would. I just want us to be more than okay. I…” He pauses, almost slipping into something more, but he stops himself. Not here, not now. He wanted to tell you perfectly, when the time was right.

“I love spending time with you,” he continues, his voice soft but steady. “And I want to share you with the people I care about.”

He hopes you don’t notice how fast his heart is racing.

You tilt your head up at him, lips puckered slightly. Without a word, he leans down, and you both melt into a deep kiss, the kind that feels like the world stops spinning just for the two of you.

======

Before long, you pull up to a stunning house, its warm lights glowing from within. The lake is dark, the water shimmering silver beneath the moon’s glow. Gravel crunches underfoot as you step out of the car, breathing in the cool, fresh air. You close your eyes for a moment to take it all in, feeling the weight of the weekend ahead. You’re going to make the most of this. You’re the baddest bitch. Nicki Minaj said it best:

"I'm a bad bitch, fuck the bitch. Bitch get slick, I'ma cut the b-"

Your thoughts are interrupted by a shriek, and your eyes snap open to see Jisoo bouncing excitedly.

“It’s bringing back so many memories!” she exclaims. “We used to come here all the time! Right, guys?” She looks to Taehyung and Jungkook for confirmation.

The air shifts. You freeze, a knot forming in your stomach. This is the place he used to bring her—his ex. The realization hits you like a cold wave. You’re about to sleep in the same bed where they once did.

“No, we didn’t,” Jungkook interjects quickly, his tone sharper than usual. “You spent one afternoon here. Once. And you weren’t even allowed inside.”

Jisoo’s face falls, and she quickly glances over at you, suddenly aware of the tension in the air.

“Let’s go inside, babe,” Taehyung says, gently guiding her toward the door, his hand resting on her lower back.

You stand there for a moment, trying to shake off the discomfort, but before you can move, Jungkook grabs your hand, pulling you gently to the side.

You look up at him, surprised by the intensity in his gaze.

“She’s never been inside,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “We never shared a bed here. You’re the first woman I’ve brought here… and you’ll be the last. This place means something different now.”

You feel your heart soften at his words. It’s clear he’s trying to reassure you, trying to make sure you know that this weekend is about you and not his past. You give him a small, affectionate smile and nod, your tension easing a little as you follow him inside.

The house is more breathtaking than you imagined. It’s cozy yet luxurious, warm and inviting with just the right amount of opulence.

“Hi! I’ve heard so much about you!” A man with blonde hair and an easy smile steps in front of you as you slip off your shoes.

“You must be Jimin!” you say, recognizing him instantly.

Jungkook chuckles, kicking off his shoes and pulling Jimin into a bear hug. You can’t help but laugh at the playful exchange between the two men.

“And I’m Cleo!” A gorgeous woman steps out from the kitchen, her smile as bright as the sun. She’s warm and welcoming, giving you a tight hug before you can even introduce yourself.

This is such a contrast to the awkward energy you felt with Jisoo and Taehyung. Cleo's kindness immediately puts you at ease.

She leads you to your room, where Jungkook has already set down your bags. The men are getting things ready outside by the fire pit.

“Jungkook never stops talking about you,” Cleo says as she arranges a few things in the room, clearly excited. “Whenever we call, he spends the first half of the conversation gushing about you. He’s a total softie, by the way. And, I’ve heard all about your French toast. We bought everything he said you’d need! Would you mind making it for breakfast tomorrow?”

You smile at her easy warmth and kindness. She shows you the bathroom and where to find extra toiletries before excusing herself to leave you to get settled.

Once you’re alone, you strip down and hop into the shower, the warm water helping to ease the tension still lingering in your muscles from the car ride and the awkward moments with Jisoo.

When you step out, wrapped in a towel, you find that Jungkook has already brought your bags inside. He’s sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone, but he looks up immediately when he hears the bathroom door open. His eyes soften as they meet yours.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were going to shower?" he teases, his voice low and playful. "I would've joined you."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. You bend down to grab some clothes from your bag and quickly pull on a hoodie and a pair of shorts, tucking the latter under your towel.

Jungkook watches you, a suggestive grin spreading across his face, but his gaze is also filled with something else—concern, maybe, or uncertainty.

“What?” you laugh, walking over to the bed, trying to play it off.

He sits up and swings his legs over to sit on the edge, his hands finding your waist. He pulls you close, his head resting gently on your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair.

His voice is quieter now, almost like he’s unsure how to tread. "I don't think anyone would mind if we just stayed in tonight. We’ve got some… making up to do. You know, for the whole 'ex-girlfriend' situation."

His hands slip down to your thighs, his touch gentle but possessive, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. There’s an unspoken question hanging in the air—are you okay?

You give him a soft smile, your fingers continuing to play with his hair as you whisper, “I’m good. I’m here with you. That’s all that matters.”

He exhales, a weight seemingly lifting from his shoulders as he leans into you, his expression softening. It’s clear now: he's more concerned about you than about anything else. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

He moves his hands to your rump, slightly squeezing as he continues up your back. His fingertips graze your skin as they make the journey to the middle of your back. He feels no resistance, no extra material in the way.

“No bra, huh? It’s like you knew this would happen.” His brows wiggle enthusiastically.

You throw your head back in laughter.

“You just saw me get out of the shower, I didn’t have time to put on a bra!” 

His heart warms at seeing you laugh. He only wants to see you happy, he wants nothing more to be the cause of some of that happiness.

Suddenly, you feel his hand part your thighs, knuckles skimming along the seam of your shorts, the seam that covered your centre. He doesn’t break eye contact as his fingertips feel for your clit under the thin fabric. You bite your lip as you look down at him.

“No panties either? You naughty girl.”

He rubs with more pressure, earning a moan from you. You roll your eyes and push him back, his back lands on the bed. Before he could ask what you were doing, you crawled on the bed and straddled him. He shifted to sit up against the headboard, he brought his hands to rest on your ass.

You kiss him slowly, tongue teasing his. Arms wrapping around his neck. One thing about your boyfriend was that he was vocal. He would whimper, moan, breathe heavily. It was like music to your ears.

He moans into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He was going to make it up to you, show you that you’re the only one he cares about here. He slides one hand under your hoodie, caressing your breast, thumb toying with your now pebbled nipple. You were always to aware of yourself in all situations, especially physical ones. You were worried that you might crush him if you put all of weight on him. To which he told you how ridiculous that claim was. So when it came to making out like this, in this position, you hovered over him, making the space between your crotches so noticeable. Jungkook pushes you down with the hand that now moved to your waist. You feel his hardness under you. You shiver at the feeling. Pulling away, you take a look at him. Wow. This gorgeous man was really yours. He looks at you, his lids half open, lips shining with saliva. He leans into pepper kisses all over your neck. Hands pulling up the edge of your hoodie, he puts his head under it to kiss your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. The sounds in the room were borderline pornographic. You moan, pulling at his hair, causing him to nibble. Fuck, you were so soaked right now. You could feel your shorts become damp with arousal.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, kissing your chest, voice muffled by your shirt.

You grind down on his hardened length. He pulls his head out from under your hoodie, hand going straight for your centre. He groans as he feels the soaked material.

“Please.” He begs. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to breathe if he didn’t get inside you immediately.

---

Just as you were about to speak, a sharp knock echoed against the door.

“Hey, guys, the campfire’s ready. We’re grilling some meat too!” A deep voice rang out from the other side. You recognized it instantly—it was Taehyung, the same voice that had cut through the tension at the rest stop earlier.

Jungkook doesn’t stop touching you, starting to kiss your neck once more.

“W-we’ll b-be out in a minute.” You basically moan out. 

Your boyfriend puts his lips to your ear..His shaky breathes, makes goosebumps appear on your sweaty skin.

“Now he knows what you sound like when you’re about to get fucked good. He might try and take you away from me.” He nips at your earlobe.

Taehyung knocks again.

“Jungkook, bro. I was hoping that we could talk before dinner. You know, clear the air.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. This was a slippery slope, was he really that hungry for you or was he trying to avoid the situation at hand. With Taehyung and… Jisoo.

“We should go down.” You whisper, kissing his cheek.

He whines, not wanting to let go of you.

“How can I with this?” He gestures to his eye-catching erection.

You get off him and off the bed.

“Think of Jisoo and Taehyung.” You quip, heading to the bathroom to change your ruined shorts.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open and the blood starts to return to his head. He runs his hands through his hair and gets off the bed and opens the door to Taehyung.

He yells that he was going down, to which you yelled out an ‘okay’ from behind the bathroom door.

---

Jungkook tried to act casual, his footsteps light as he walked down the hallway, avoiding Taehyung's gaze.  

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. 

"Dude." Taehyung stopped abruptly, his voice cutting through the silence. Jungkook froze, not wanting to face this conversation, but knowing he had no choice. 

Taehyung turned to him, a mix of frustration and apology in his eyes. “You mean, about how you're dating my ex-girlfriend? Or how you brought her to a trip where you knew my current girlfriend would be? Or maybe how I thought you were my friend?" Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, his face a picture of regret. 

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. The words hit harder than he expected, and the guilt started to creep in. But Taehyung wasn’t done.  

"I’m such an asshole," Taehyung muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I should’ve told you sooner. I shouldn’t have brought her. But Sohyun cheated on me... I was lonely, and Jisoo reached out, and... it just kinda happened. I’m really sorry, man.”

Jungkook paused, the weight of his friend’s vulnerability sinking in. He hadn’t realized just how hurt Taehyung had been until now. He could feel the tension loosening between them, a quiet understanding forming. 

“I get it,” Jungkook said quietly, his voice more sincere than before. Seeing Jisoo again had stirred up some unwanted feelings in him, but the one thing he was sure of was that he had you now—and that was enough to move past the past. He didn’t want to lose his friend over something like this. "Just... as long as you're happy, man. That’s all that matters.”

He pulled Taehyung into a brief hug, the tension dissipating like a long-awaited breath. 

You stepped out of the room just in time to catch the two friends in a rare moment of understanding. The tension between them had eased, and for the first time in a while, you saw them act like the friends they once were. 

The campfire crackled in the distance, the laughter and warmth drawing you in. You saw Jimin and Cleo sitting close by, Cleo perched comfortably in his lap as she flipped the sizzling pieces of meat on the grill. Jisoo was absorbed in taking pictures of the moon, her camera clicking away. You smiled softly, imagining you’d be doing the same thing soon. 

Suddenly, Taehyung appeared by her side, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. The sight of them felt unexpectedly sweet, and for a moment, you forgot about the tension with Jisoo. 

You made your way over to Jimin and Jungkook, who was already settling in beside you. Without missing a beat, Jungkook grabbed a bottle of Soju, spinning it expertly in his hands before pouring six shots of the clear liquid. 

Everyone gathered around the table, and with a shared look, you all raised your glasses. The burn of Soju slid down your throat, smoother than expected but still with that familiar heat. You winced slightly but grinned as you set the glass down.  

The table was littered with empty bottles, the air buzzing with the energy of the group. The men—Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin—decided to put on a hilarious impromptu performance of Beyoncé’s *Halo*, using empty bottles as microphones. You couldn't help but laugh at their antics, your stomach tight with the joy of the moment.  

Cleo clung to you, her voice low and soft as she hummed along, her presence soothing. She’d been so kind to you all evening, stepping in whenever Jisoo tried to poke at your insecurities. And Jisoo *did* try a lot—her words were sharp, but Cleo's attention was always just a little bit more piercing. You couldn’t help but feel grateful for her friendship. 

Jungkook, ever the protective boyfriend, kept you under his arm all night. He’d feed you whenever you seemed to pause, leaning in to whisper that you needed fuel for later. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. The others noticed, too, and you instinctively buried your face into his shoulder, embarrassed and strangely comforted by his possessiveness. 

Jisoo, meanwhile, had tried her best to make Jungkook jealous, but it hadn’t worked. She’d kissed Taehyung passionately in front of everyone, all the while peeking at Jungkook to see if he was watching. But he wasn’t. 

The evening carried on in high spirits. But just as you thought things couldn’t get any better, a loud splash interrupted the laughter. You walked away from the table, drawn by the noise. As you rounded the corner, you saw a pile of discarded clothes near the lake. The group had jumped in, all of them splashing around in the cool water. 

Jungkook emerged from the lake, dripping wet and looking impossibly attractive. His hair clung to his forehead, and his broad shoulders glistened in the firelight. You couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time, a voice in your head hesitated. 

You’d been working hard on your fitness, especially since you’d met Jungkook, but compared to the others—Cleo, with her confidence, and Jisoo, who exuded a certain effortless beauty—you felt self-conscious. You weren’t ready to strip down and join them in the water. Not yet. 

Jungkook’s voice broke through your thoughts as he called your name, waving excitedly before Jimin jumped onto his back, both of them tumbling into the water. 

You laughed, shaking off your insecurities, and moved to sit on a nearby sunbed. The sight of the group—so carefree, so full of life—felt freeing, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy the evening without overthinking. 

It didn’t take long before the group emerged from the lake, their laughter ringing out as they ran back to their clothes. Jisoo, spotting something, let out a loud gasp.

“Kooky! We’re matching!” she pointed out, her eyes wide in mock surprise as she realized both she and Jungkook were wearing matching Calvin Klein underwear.

Jungkook shot her a quick look, rolling his eyes at her antics. Without missing a beat, he sprinted toward you, dripping wet, and you instinctively tried to push him away, not wanting to get soaked. 

"Not for long," he said with a mischievous grin, pulling you closer. “These are coming off when we get upstairs.”

You giggled, your heart racing as you looked him over. The sight of him—wet, muscular, and teasing you—was almost too much. He really was a dream, too good to be true.

Jisoo glanced over her shoulder, ensuring that you were well out of view, before she lowered her voice and turned her attention fully to Jungkook. Her usually calm demeanor shifted, and there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes.

“Is this some sort of charity thing? Or do you feel bad for her? Dating a client, really Kook? Or wait… I think I know. It’s a tactic, you’re trying to keep a client by fucking her? Trying to do one of those ‘before and after’ pics right?  How do you even do it? Even with your eyes closed-“

Jungkook stops her venomous words.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jungkook’s voice was low, each word dripping with contempt. “Stop trying to worm your way back into my life. And leave my girlfriend the hell out of this. You’ve done enough damage already.”

He took a step forward, fists clenched at his sides, the anger in his chest almost too much to contain. “I should’ve walked away the second I saw you. But no, I brought you here because I wanted her to see who I used to be. To understand the people who were in my life. Then I realized... I shouldn’t even have to explain myself. You’re not part of that anymore.”

Jisoo opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, his voice harder this time, like shards of glass. “You always cared about how you looked, didn’t you? About how you made me feel when I was with you. You didn’t give a damn about me. About what I needed. But I’m not the same guy I was back then. I’ve moved on... And somehow, I ended up with someone who sees me for who I am, not some image, some damn trophy. Someone who actually cares about me.”

Jungkook’s chest heaved with the weight of it all, the anger mixing with the pain he hadn’t allowed himself to feel before. He jabbed a finger in her direction, voice breaking through the air like a warning. “I’m with someone who is beautiful inside and out. Someone you’ll never be. Not in a million years.”

Jisoo wasn’t going to back down, though. That damn stubbornness in her wouldn’t let her. She took a step forward, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous, almost predatory.

“Don’t you miss us?” she asked softly, the words thick with nostalgia and something darker. She moved closer, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his boxers with a familiarity that sent a jolt through his body. “Don’t you ever think about how we used to be? About the way we felt when it was just us?”

Before Jungkook could shove her away, your voice sliced through the air, cutting off the moment entirely.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Jungkook watched you from across the room, his chest tightening as you distanced yourself from him—again. His eyes flickered between you and Jisoo, who stood too close, too perfect, like she always had. He hated the way it made you pull away, the way your shoulders seemed to fold in on themselves, as if you could disappear entirely.

Jisoo was everything you weren’t. Confident, poised, effortlessly beautiful. The kind of woman Jungkook used to be drawn to. And here you were, standing in the shadows, trying to shrink into yourself. He could see it in the way your eyes darted around the room, never meeting his, never fully present. You didn’t think you belonged here. Didn’t think you belonged in his life.

He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand how you looked at yourself like that.

Jisoo’s voice broke through his thoughts, sharp and taunting, and the pain in your eyes deepened. He knew exactly what was happening—Jisoo’s presence was triggering the worst of your insecurities, dredging up every fear you ever had. That voice in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough, that he deserved someone better. That you didn’t fit.

Jungkook’s heart pounded, his chest a heavy weight as he watched you take a step back, retreating even further into yourself. He hated seeing you like this. He couldn’t let you keep thinking you weren’t enough, not when he was standing right here, trying to make you understand how wrong you were.

“Hey.” He moved toward you quickly, his voice soft but urgent. His fingers found your arm, pulling you gently but firmly back toward him. You flinched, like you were afraid he might let go at any moment.

He didn’t. He wasn’t going to.

“You know she’s just trying to get to me, right?” he said, his voice low, filled with a quiet frustration that he could never fully express. He could feel your eyes on him now, but you weren’t really seeing him. You weren’t with him. “She doesn’t have any power over me anymore. I’m with you. Not her. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re everything to me.”

Your gaze flickered to his, but there was still so much doubt in your eyes, so much uncertainty. You were still hearing Jisoo’s voice in your head, still thinking that somehow you didn’t belong here.

“You’re too good for me,” you whispered, your voice small, fragile. The words cut through him in a way he wasn’t prepared for. “I’m not... I’m not like her. I’m not—”

Your words trailed off, and Jungkook could see the weight behind them. He could hear everything you couldn’t say—the fears, the worries, the thoughts that told you you didn’t deserve him. That you couldn’t ever measure up to Jisoo, or to the women he could have.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard this, but each time it felt like a punch to the gut. He hated it. Hated that you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you.

He stepped closer, cupping your face gently with both hands, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. His heart was racing, but he pushed through it, fighting back the flood of emotions that threatened to choke him.

“You’re not just someone,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, every word deliberate, every word soaked with the weight of everything he felt for you. “You’re my someone. And I don’t give a damn about anyone else. I never did.”

You didn’t look away, but your expression was still clouded with doubt, like you didn’t believe him. The truth was right there, staring you in the face, but you couldn’t take it in, couldn’t let yourself believe it.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said quietly, the words breaking in your throat. “You’re... you’re Jungkook. You could have anyone. Anyone but me.”

Jungkook felt his chest tighten, the ache in his heart growing as he heard the words that had haunted you for so long. How could you still think this way? He wanted to scream, to shake you, to make you see just how wrong you were. But instead, he leaned in closer, his thumb gently brushing away the tear that had fallen from your eye.

“You’re not just anyone,” he said, the words steady, unwavering, even as his hands trembled slightly. “You’re the one I want. You’re everything I need.”

The way you looked at him, still unsure, still struggling to accept his words—it broke him. He wasn’t sure what else to say, but he knew one thing for sure: he wasn’t going to let you go on thinking you weren’t enough. You were more than enough. You were everything he needed.

Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you tightly in the warmth of his embrace. He buried his face in your hair, his chest rising and falling in time with your breaths.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against your ear, his voice low and full of sincerity. “Always. You’re safe with me.”

You let out a shaky breath and clung to him like you were finally letting yourself believe it, like you were finally allowing yourself to be loved. The tension in your body eased, just slightly, and Jungkook held you even tighter, his heart beating in rhythm with yours.

He didn’t care about Jisoo. He didn’t care about anyone but you. And if he had to spend the rest of his life showing you just how much you mattered, he would.

You needed space. You mutter a quiet reply when jungkook asks you if you were okay. You head up to the bedroom, locking yourself in. Jungkook was feeling a mix of emotions.

Jungkook stood there for what felt like an eternity, his forehead still pressed to the cool surface of the bedroom door, the silence around him growing louder with each passing second. He wanted to say something—anything—to bridge the distance between you, to take away the hurt he could hear in your silence. But he couldn’t. Not yet.

The sound of footsteps broke his thoughts, and he instinctively straightened up, wiping his hands over his face in frustration. He knew who it was before he even turned around.

Jimin.

His best friend had a way of knowing exactly when things weren’t right. Maybe it was because he’d seen Jungkook go through the motions more times than he cared to count. They’d been through a lot together—highs, lows, heartbreaks—and Jimin had always been there to help Jungkook find his footing again. This time, however, felt different. Jimin had to know something was off, and he wasn’t the type to stay silent when he could see someone struggling.

"She’s still in there, huh?" Jimin’s voice was gentle, but Jungkook could hear the knowing tone. He didn’t have to answer—Jimin could read him like a book.

Jungkook let out a long, tired breath, his voice low. “Yeah. I just... I don’t know what to do, man. I feel like I fucked up. She’s just so... I don’t even know what she’s thinking right now.”

Jimin stepped closer, leaning against the kitchen counter as he folded his arms. He studied Jungkook for a moment, his eyes soft but thoughtful. “I think you’re both overthinking this,” he said finally, the words calm but with the weight of experience behind them.

Jungkook looked up at him, the frustration still clear in his eyes. “Overthinking it? She’s in there, and I’m out here, stuck trying to figure out how to make things right, and all you’ve got is ‘overthinking’?”

Jimin smirked, but it wasn’t the teasing smile he usually wore. It was something softer, more understanding. He was being serious.

"Jungkook, calm down." Jimin’s voice was steady, but there was a certain compassion in his tone that Jungkook could feel even through his own agitation. “Look, I know you want to fix things right now. I know you hate that she’s upset. But you need to remember something."

Jungkook shifted, his gaze drifting back to the bedroom door as if he could somehow see through it to you on the other side. He didn’t know what was more difficult—the waiting or the feeling that he wasn’t sure how to make it all better.

Jimin continued, his voice gentle but firm. “It’s not always about fixing everything in the moment. Sometimes, she needs time to process what happened. What you need to do is give her that space—because you pushing and pushing won’t change anything.”

Jungkook shook his head, his frustration boiling over. “I don’t want her to think I’m just leaving her to deal with this alone. She’s my responsibility, Jimin. I want to fix it now, before it gets worse.”

Jimin raised a hand, cutting him off, and stepped forward, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I get that. But here’s the thing. You’re both carrying something. She’s carrying her own set of fears and insecurities—things you might not even fully understand. And you—you’re carrying your own fear that you’ll lose her. The pressure to make everything right is weighing on both of you. But the only way you’re going to get through this is if you’re patient. With her, and with yourself."

Jungkook looked at him, feeling a mixture of gratitude and frustration. "It’s just... Jisoo. She keeps getting in the way. I can’t stand seeing her upset when she thinks I’m just some kind of rebound, that I’m only here because I don’t care enough to be with someone like her.”

Jimin’s expression softened. “I know that’s hard to watch. But let’s be real. Jisoo doesn’t define your relationship with her. You know that better than anyone. If she’s in your past, then she’s in your past. What you and she have—what you and your girl have—that’s different. Don’t let anyone, even someone as complicated as Jisoo, mess with what you have now.”

Jungkook let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I want her to believe me, man. I want her to see that she’s not some... replacement. That she’s everything to me.” He paused, his voice softening. “I’m just not sure how to make her feel like she’s enough.”

Jimin nodded thoughtfully, his gaze steady on his friend. “The fact that you’re worried about it—that shows you care. You’re already doing the hardest part, Jungkook. You’ve been loving her the best way you know how, and that’s more than what most people do. But she has to believe it in her own time, on her own terms. You can’t force that. What you can do is be there. Be the kind of man she can trust to stand by her side, no matter what. Show her with your actions.”

Jungkook took in the words, letting them sink in. He’d always been quick to act, to fix things, to find a solution. But Jimin was right. This wasn’t something that could be solved with one grand gesture. It was a matter of trust—and sometimes trust took time to build.

“Yeah...” Jungkook muttered, looking down at the floor. “I just wish I could make her feel like she’s worth it. I hate seeing her think she’s not.”

Jimin clapped him on the back, the gesture light but reassuring. “She will. You just have to be patient. And don’t get so caught up in trying to fix everything all at once. You’re not perfect, and neither is she. But that’s why you guys work. Because, at the end of the day, you’ve got each other. And that’s enough.”

Jungkook let out a slow breath, feeling some of the tension ease from his shoulders. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe this wasn’t something that could be fixed tonight. Maybe it wasn’t even something that could be fixed with words. But he could give her space. He could give her time.

And when she was ready, he’d be there.

“I’m gonna go give her some time,” Jungkook said quietly, his voice softer now, more certain. “But I’m not giving up on her. On us.”

Jimin grinned, his usual playful smirk returning. “That’s what I like to hear. Now go. Let her know you’re there for her, but don’t push. She’ll come to you when she’s ready.”

With one last reassuring clap on the back, Jimin turned and walked back toward the living room, leaving Jungkook to face the reality of what was to come. But this time, Jungkook felt something he hadn’t felt in a while: hope.

The sounds of laughter and quiet conversation had gradually faded as the night wore on. One by one, the group had trickled off to their rooms, leaving Jungkook alone in the living room. The weight of the night pressed down on him like a heavy fog, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, something undone.

Jisoo’s sudden appearance had wrecked the calm he’d tried to create between you and him. And now, with everyone else gone, he was left with nothing but the soft hum of the house and his own swirling thoughts. The feeling of helplessness—of wanting to fix things, but not knowing how—gnawed at him.

He sat down on the couch, his muscles sore from the tension that had been building all night. He tugged his t-shirt over his head, letting the fabric fall into his lap as he leaned back into the cushions. The cool air of the house brushed over his skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in his chest. The way you had retreated into yourself earlier, the walls you’d put up—he hated it.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, he thought. Tonight was supposed to be about you. About letting you meet the people who meant the most to him, letting you know just how serious he was.

But somehow, it had all gone sideways. And now, he was left here, alone, with nothing but his own self-doubt to keep him company.

Jungkook stayed up for hours, his mind turning over the events of the evening—how Jisoo’s presence had made you pull away, how he hadn’t been able to say what he needed to say. The words were there, right on the tip of his tongue, but they felt useless now, like they wouldn’t be enough to make you see that you were everything to him.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him, and his body gave in to sleep despite the whirlwind of thoughts that kept him wide awake.

The sound of footsteps broke the stillness in the room, pulling Jungkook from a restless sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry for a moment. He blinked, disoriented, and then he saw you sitting on the edge of the couch, your legs tucked under you, watching him with a quiet intensity. The faint glow of the nightlight illuminated your face, and despite the heaviness in the air, there was something about you that felt... softer.

Jungkook's heart thudded in his chest as he rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. His throat felt dry, and the words he had been dying to say all night were still heavy on his tongue. But now that you were here—so close, and yet so far—it felt like he was back to square one. Vulnerable, unsure.

“Hey,” you said quietly, your voice carrying a gentleness he hadn’t expected. Your eyes were slightly red, but there was no anger in them—just that quiet sadness that had settled over you earlier.

Jungkook sat up slowly, clearing his throat, unsure of what to say. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, or if you'd even want to hear what he had to say. He was terrified that, in trying to fix things, he might only make it worse.

"Hey," he replied hoarsely, the words coming out shakier than he wanted. His voice still carried the weight of everything he'd been holding back, and for a second, he wished he could just take all of it and say it at once, get it out. But that was never easy for him.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself, but his thoughts were a mess. "I... I don’t know where to start," he muttered. "I’m sorry for earlier. I never meant to make you feel that way." His voice wavered, and he looked down at his hands for a moment, afraid to meet your eyes. "I should’ve... done better. I should've been there for you in a way that actually made you feel like you belong, not like you were just... some outsider."

You shifted on the couch, your hands curling into your lap. You looked away briefly, as if gathering your own thoughts, before turning back to him with a quiet, but steady gaze.

"I just... I don’t know how to be what you need sometimes," you admitted softly, your voice shaking a little as you spoke. "I feel like I’m too much, or just not enough. Like, when I see someone like Jisoo... I think, how could someone like you really want someone like me?" Your words cracked with vulnerability, and it made Jungkook’s chest tighten painfully.

The truth of your insecurities hit him like a physical blow. He wanted to say something—anything—to make it better. To erase the doubt in your voice. But the words stuck in his throat. He was scared. Scared of saying the wrong thing, scared that maybe he wasn’t enough for you either, and that you might never truly believe how much you meant to him.

He swallowed hard and reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed his fingers along your arm, trying to comfort you, even as he struggled with his own fears.

“No,” Jungkook whispered, shaking his head as if to dismiss the thought completely. “That’s... that’s not it at all. You’re everything to me.” His voice faltered, and his heart raced in his chest. He hesitated for a moment, the words almost too heavy to say, but they were there—just waiting to be spoken. “I... I don’t care about anyone else. I don’t care about Jisoo. She’s my past. You’re... you’re my present. You’re who I want, who I’ve always wanted.”

He looked down at his lap, unsure of how you were processing what he was saying. The fear of rejection still lingered in the pit of his stomach. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if, in trying to be honest, he only pushed you further away?

You were quiet for a long moment, and Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to look at you. His heart pounded as the seconds stretched into what felt like forever.

But then, you spoke.

"I just don’t get it. I don’t know why you’d want someone like me, when you could have someone like—" You paused, your voice catching. "Someone like her."

Jungkook’s pulse quickened. He didn’t want you to keep questioning it, to keep doubting what they had. He needed you to see the truth.

He reached for you, his hands gently cupping your face, bringing your eyes back to his. This time, there was no hesitation. He had to say it, even if his voice was thick with fear. “You don’t get it because you don’t see how incredible you are. How beautiful, and kind, and strong you are. You’re not too much—you’re more than enough. You’re everything to me. I’m not with you out of convenience or because I don’t have better options. I’m with you because I love you.”

His heart raced as he let the words linger between you, almost as if the weight of them was too much to carry. He held his breath, terrified of what you might say next. He waited, his hands trembling, as the silence stretched out.

You blinked, staring at him as if processing his words, the emotions swirling in your eyes. He couldn’t read your face, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.

But then you whispered, your voice barely audible, “I love you too.”

Jungkook’s chest surged with relief, a weight lifting from him as he heard those words, but it was still soft, fragile. There was more to say, more to understand, but right now, in this moment, it was enough.

And for the first time in a long time, Jungkook felt like he wasn’t just waiting for the storm to pass—he was finally standing on solid ground. With you.

Finally! Hope you guys like it. If you don't, please keep it to yourself, no mean comments please :)

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Baby Mine

or just young dadrry being a dad

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

Reality struck Harry in the face when he realized Y/n was showing.

The text he got from Y/n saying she was pregnant? Mind-blowing, but also a little surreal. The conversations he had with his parents and management? An out of body experience. But seeing Y/n with a baby bump for the first time, with his baby? His knees nearly buckled from the stark realization that this was actually happening.

He was going to be a dad.

It was a terrifying thought. Harry was still a kid himself—in all the ways that mattered, anyway. He played video games with his mates, he stayed out late on the weekends, and it felt like just yesterday that he'd gotten his driver's license. He could barely successfully cook pasta, let alone take care of his own child.

And Y/n, the girl he'd only known for a short couple months. The girl he really liked to the point where he still talked to her even after his trip to LA was over, she was here with him, on tour, walking around in his hotel room in one of his t-shirts, her stomach stretching the soft material just enough to be noticeable.

"I thought we could have dinner together," she said, coming over to where Harry was still holding vigil by the door. "I was craving Mexican and I remembered you saying you liked tacos, so I did a little exploring, and voila."

His eyes darted over Y/n's shoulder, and there were in fact various Mexican dishes wrapped up in foil packaging. It smelled good too, but it wasn't quite enough to pull Harry from his stupor.

"I...I'm meeting someone. The boys. For dinner," he said.

It wasn't quite enough to pull his head out of his ass apparently, either.

"Oh."

Y/n blushed, her gaze flickering away from his. Harry felt like a dick, especially since it wasn't true. But he freaked out. He was freaking out. Playing house—or hotel—with a girl he barely knew and pretending it was perfectly normal for them to prepare to have a baby together was too much. All of a sudden, it was all too much.

"Have—Have fun, then. I'll probably head back to my room, I guess."

It was painfully awkward, but Harry didn't know how to make it better. So, like the grown adult he wasn't, he mumbled a reply and skirted around Y/n to set his duffle bag down before mumbling his goodbyes and leaving again.

He was gone for maybe an hour. While he was gone, he walked around aimlessly, letting himself get lost in an unfamiliar city. And in all that walking, he gave himself time to think.

Harry knew he'd been an ass. Y/n hadn't done anything wrong, and knowing that he disappointed her made him upset. Because the truth was, he really liked her. She shared his stupid sense of humor, she liked the music he liked, she had a cute little birthmark on her right shoulder that Harry couldn't help but feel compelled to kiss whenever he saw it. She was beautiful and smart and outgoing.

And now she was having his baby.

They were both to blame for that. Both of them had been careless that particular night, but Y/n had been clear to Harry when she told him about her being pregnant. "I want to have it, but I'm also not going to force you to have it with me," she'd told him when they eventually had a phone conversation. "I don't, like, expect anything from you, but I just didn't think it would be right if I kept this a secret from you."

"How did your parents take it?" Harry had asked because her voice contained a steely nerve that was deflecting non-existent judgement.

"Not great, but they'll come around. Eventually. I hope."

She'd said the last part so quietly, as if she wasn't truly sure her parents would actually accept the fact that their daughter was pregnant.

"I want to help," he blurted.

Y/n had looked at him with wide eyes, and a pang of guilt lanced through him at her surprise. She'd genuinely thought he'd leave her high and dry.

"Help?"

"I—I want to be a part of this, or help you raise it—the baby. I want to help. Like we're a team—Not a team. Like a—"

"A team. I like that."

Harry had been glad to be put out of his misery, though to his credit, he never imagined ever having this conversation, and he at least hadn't cried yet.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I think family is too much right now," Y/n said. "But a team...a team looks out for each other. Makes each other better."

So they were a team, though clearly Harry had been dropping the ball recently.

He was just...scared. Terrified. But he could only imagine what Y/n was thinking, how she was feeling. Since she'd joined him on tour, they talked about everything but the baby. Whether that was conscious or subconscious on either of their parts, Harry wasn't sure, but he knew they couldn't skirt around the subject forever. When he first told his mum about Y/n being pregnant, Harry insisted that he could do this, that he was grown enough to raise a baby. He wasn't exactly sure how true that statement was, but one thing he did know was that he could do much better than he was now.

When he got back to the hotel, Y/n was spread out along the plush sofa, eyes closed and arm resting idly on her belly. Harry wasn't so scared at seeing the bump this time around. In fact, a part of him was a little excited.

Y/n startled a little when Harry knelt by her side, her eyes bleary and a little red. "Sorry. I was gonna go, but I sat down for a moment and—"

"Nothing to be sorry for," Harry interrupted. "I'm sorry, actually. I was kind of an ass earlier."

Shaking her head, she said, "We don't owe each other anything. It's not like we're—"

"But I want to. I know things have been a little awkward, but I like you, Y/n. A lot. That hasn't changed."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry felt bad when she sounded so unsure.

"Really. We...obviously didn't expect this to happen, but I want this. With you. Even if we are a little young and out of our depth here."

Y/n laughed. "Try a lot."

Harry grinned, resting his hand over hers where she was still holding her belly. "But we'll learn. Together. We're a team, right?"

Her eyes softened then. She ran a hand through his curls, the touch delicate but comforting, and Harry couldn't help but lean into her touch. "Yeah. We're a team."

They stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but Harry eventually straightened, his grin widening as he said, "Right then. We should welcome the newest member of our team, shouldn't we?"

Y/n giggled as Harry shuffled around until he was face to face with Y/n's stomach. He lifted her shirt gently, his breath catching when he saw the baby bump up close.

"Hello there...baby. I'm Harry. Your dad," he said, only feeling a little silly. "You don't have a name yet, but I just wanted you to know that I love you, and your mum loves you, and even though we're a little on the young side, we're gonna take care of you the best we can. And so will your uncles."

"That was sweet, H," Y/n said, her fingers tracing the side of his cheek. "And...I do have a name in mind."

"You do? I didn't know that."

Y/n gave him a smile that felt like she was teasing him. "Because I'm telling you now. I've been testing it out in my head for a few days."

If Harry thought the baby bump made all of this real, talking about potential names would definitely do that. But whether he was ready or not, this was happening.

"Alright. Hit me with it."

A small smile creeped onto Y/n's face. "Simone."

"Simone," Harry repeated, trying it out for himself. "How'd you land on Simone?"

Y/n shrugged casually, but Harry knew that she put thought into it, that this name meant something to her. "It's pretty, and, I don't know, we talked about Nina Simone on our first date. It seemed right."

Thinking about their first proper date gave Harry butterflies. He remembered how nervous he was to go out with Y/n, spending an embarrassing amount of time picking out the right clothes and fixing his hair. But when he actually met her at the spot they agreed on, all his nerves went away, and he spent the whole date marveling at the fact that he was on a date with Y/n and all the things they had in common and how he didn't want it to end.

"It's perfect," Harry agreed, then bent his head to kiss Y/n's belly. "Hi, Simone. I can't wait to meet you."

A few months later

"Do you want to hold her?"

Y/n was in her hospital bed, hair hanging limp around her shoulders. She looked tired beyond belief, but she was smiling brightly at Harry as she held a little bundle of blankets, one of which was his mother's handiwork, Harry realized.

He found himself nodding, and before he was maybe ready, Y/n passed the baby over to him, and he was holding her. His daughter.

Harry looked down, a swirl of emotions squeezing his heart. She was asleep, the world's tiniest hand pressed against her cheek while she took deep breaths. Logically, he knew she didn't have any distinguishable features yet, but Harry felt like he could see himself and Y/n in her. Just gazing at her little face, he felt like he could see the next fifteen years playing out—the first words and steps, seeing Y/n holding her backstage, recitals and sports games, school projects, first loves, all of it.

An overwhelming feeling Harry couldn't name washed over him. It brought tears to his eyes as he realized just how much he loved her, how much he was willing to bend over backwards and protect her. And when he was able to break away from looking at her for a second, he found Y/n's gaze and saw the same look in her eyes, and one of understanding too.

Harry looked back down at his daughter, that overwhelming feeling rushing through him again, and for a moment, he wondered if that would ever go away. He wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Hi baby," he whispered. Bending his head down, he kissed her forehead. "Hi, Simone. Welcome to our little family."

He knew Y/n was listening, but he didn't mind. It felt right that it was just the three of them sharing this little moment before everyone else flooded in to see the baby.

"We're a little unconventional as far as families go, and you'll probably have a different childhood than other kids," he said, not caring that Simone couldn't hear or understand him. He needed to say it. "But I'll love you with all my heart, and so will your mummy. You'll want for nothing because we'll give you the world, but you might have to be a little patient with us because we're new to the parenting thing.

"But I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy," he continued, his voice breaking. "I'll never let you feel unloved. I'll change your nappies and wipe your tears and make you smile. I'll be the best daddy for you. I promise."

Harry didn't know what the future held, but that he was sure of. He'd been scared and anxious the last few months, but now that he was standing in a hospital room holding his newborn daughter, he didn't want to give her, or Y/n, anything less than what they deserved.

Years later

"Dad, you're squeezing too hard."

"I don't care. My baby's abandoning me."

"I'm going to college!"

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

Simone began to squirm, but Harry still wouldn't let up. He was currently in the process of blinking back tears, and didn't want her to notice when he eventually did pull away.

"I'll be back for Fall Break," she said quietly, giving into the hug and squeezing Harry tight.

Harry took a deep breath and let go, even though he wasn't exactly ready to. Mustering a smile, he said, "I know. I'm just going to miss you. You're my baby."

Simone didn't balk or roll her eyes or contradict him, she just gripped the straps of her backpack as she gave him a wobbly smile. "You have plenty of babies to take care of at home."

Harry grinned and looked behind him where Y/n was keeping watch over the rest of the Styles family, though none of them were really babies anymore.

Looking back at Simone, he said, "Behave yourself, okay? Don't do anything Uncle Louis would do. And no boys for at least a month, please?"

Simone did roll her eyes then. "Sure, Dad."

That wasn't totally convincing, but he knew it was the best he was going to get. Harry pulled Simone in for one last hug, memories of the last eighteen years playing in his mind like a fast forward reel. Part of him couldn't believe he was already dropping Simone off for her first year of college, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to let her go. When he looked at her, he could still see the little baby he held for the first time, the one he promised to protect and do his best to raise. He hoped he fulfilled that promise.

"I love you, bug. Call me if you need anything. Any time, any place, you call me, okay?"

Tears appeared in Simone's eyes as she nodded. When Harry was ready, he finally stepped back and walked back toward Y/n and the rest of his family. As everyone got in the car Simone watched, waving to her siblings from the curb until Harry eventually peeled out of his spot, feeling like he was leaving part of his heart behind.

"Can we get something to eat?"

"In-N-Out!"

"There's no In-N-Out here!"

"A burger does sound good."

"Skip the song, please!"

"Play One Direction!"

Harry smiled as he shared a look with Y/n. He already missed Simone, but he knew she would be okay. And he found that it was easier—not by a lot but easier—to miss someone when there were five other babies, who weren't really babies anymore, to look after.

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I Found Love Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be

Stu Macher x Fem Ex!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Commitment Issues

PREFACE: Reader and Stu dated during freshman year, when he seemingly dumped her out of nowhere. She moved out of Woodsboro shortly after, but returned for her Senior Year

A/N: Flashback in Italics!

Different POVs are in Colored and in Bold!

Tatum and Stu aren't together and Stu is not a killer in this A/U!

YOUR P.O.V.

It's been two years since I'd left Woodsboro. I couldn't just stay there after what happened with Stu, so when my parents divorced and my mom decided to move to the City, it was the perfect escape route.

The night we broke up, he invited me over to his house and sat me down in his living room.

"Stu, I can't be out past six on a school night. My dad's gonna freak"

"Alright then, I'll make this quick" he says,

As I nod.

"We're done"

His words making my heart sink in my chest.

"What?"

"Look, you're a sweet girl and all, but, we're just too...different", he explained,

"But Stu, we've been going out for months"

I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to gather and threaten to spill.

"Yeah, but, things change and so did I", he replied apathetically,

I scoff and get off the couch.

"You are unbelievable", I snap,

Making my way back to the front door.

"No, wait!", he calls out,

Leaping from the couch and following after me.

"(Y/N), I don't want you to hate me-"

"Too fucking late, dipshit", I spit,

Opening the door and letting myself out, before slamming it behind me.

That was the last time I ever saw him. That was the last time I saw anyone from that school actually. When I moved, I lost contact with all my friends. Sidney, Tatum, Billy and Randy would reach out every now and then, but that was about it.

Eventually, during my senior year, I was forced to go back, when my mom got a job offer in London.

"Mom, can I just go with you?"

"Honey, you can't just keep running away from your problems"

I sigh, flopping down on the couch.

"And you know what? I think it'll be good for you to see your old friends", she says,

Rounding the couch and sitting beside me.

"Plus, you father misses you", she adds,

"I know", I replied reluctantly,

"Good, I'll get everything sorted out"

It was the morning of my first day back and I'd barely gotten any sleep.

I mean, how could I? Even just the thought of seeing him again sent me into a spiral of dread and worry. What was I supposed to do if I ran into him? Pretend not to remember who he was? Walk past him like I didn't notice? Yell and scream? Too many questions and not enough time to even begin processing possible answers.

Once I finished my breakfast, I bid my father goodbye and made my way to the car. Within the next ten minutes of driving through town, I reach the parking lot and got out. Even just the sight of the school building knocked the air out of my lungs.

I hesitantly picked up my backpack, locked the doors and started walking towards the main entrance.

"No fucking way", I hear a girl's voice coming from the water fountain.

I turn to see who it was and there they were. My old group of friends.

"Tatum"

"(Y/N)!", she greets,

Running up and pulling me into a tight squeeze.

"Oh my god! When the hell did you get back?", she asks,

Pulling away.

"A week ago. I moved back since my mom got a job offer in London"

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"Surprise?"

She laughs and pulls me back into another hug. Just then, I see the rest of the group approaching us. Their eyes wide like they'd just seen a ghost.

"Woah!", Randy exclaimned,

Catching my attention.

"I guess the city really does do a person good", he joked,

Looking me up and down.

"Hi, Randy", I chuckle,

Giving him a hug.

"Sid, Billy", I greet,

Pulling them into a joint embrace. All that was left was-

"(Y/N)...it's been a while"

"Yeah", I nervously exhale,

Seeing him felt like someone plunging a knife into my chest and twisting it in to make it hurt. How could he be so okay, when I was still trying to recover from what happened?

"You look great", he compliments,

As I nod. What was I supposed to say to that?

Thankfully, by the grace of some god watching over me, we heard the first bell ring.

"I should get to English Lit"

"I have the class too, come on", Sidney let me know,

"Yeah sure, see you guys at lunch", I bid goodbye,

Before giving Stu one last look.

~

I didn't what to do. I obviously wasn't over what happened, but it's far too late to do anything about it now. I should be over it.

"(Y/N)?"

And it's not like he was thinking about it either. I was more than certain of that with how he ended things. So casual and cold, but...I couldn't help but think about how he looked at me today. Maybe I was just imagining things-

"(Y/N)", Sidney pulls me out of my thoughts,

"Sorry, what?"

"I was asking you about the assignment. Are you okay? You were totally spaced out", she questions,

"I'm just a little tired. I didn't get that much sleep"

"Something on you mind?"

Well, I was still not over my ex, who so happens to be apart of our very close-knit friend group and I don't think I ever will be, which’ll probably over-complicate things later down the road...but obviously I couldn't just spew all of that on her.

"I guess I just miss my mom, you know? She's might as well be on the god-damn moon", I tried to play off,

"Yeah, I get that feeling", she says,

Causing my eyebrows to quirk in confusion.

"Oh, you didn't hear"

"Hear what?"

"My mom passed. Cancer", she says,

As her eyes begin to weld with tears.

"Sid, I'm so sorry"

"You didn't know, it's fine", she reassured,

"Wow, I really did miss a lot", I say to myself,

"Yeah, but!", she takes my hands into hers.

"You're here now! We'll make new memories"

Yeah...we.

STU'S P.O.V.

It was really weird seeing her again. Not like a bad weird, just...kinda caught me off guard.

She was just as, if not more, beautiful than I remembered. Everything from the top of her head to the soles of her feet were nothing short of perfect.

God, I really screwed that up. I knew I brought this upon myself, so I had no right to blame anyone else, but of course it still sucked. There was so much I could've said and even more I should've said, but I didn't have the guts. I mean, how could I? After what I did?

Just as I was about to start spiraling, I was hit in the face with a crumpled up piece of paper.

"Dude"

"Don't dude me, you were thinking about (Y/N)"

"I wasn't"

"Don't give me that shit, you totally were", Billy calls out my bluff,

Making me sigh to myself.

"Thought you said you ended things with her?", he emphasized,

"I did"

"So? Why the emotional blue balls, then?"

Thankfully, the lunch bell saved me from any more of Billy's harassment.

"Look, just drop it, alright? I'm fine", I played off,

Grabbing my bag and heading out, with Billy trailing close behind me.

"No, you're not fine"

"Well, if you're such an expert on how I really feel, then why don't you just spell it out for me?"

"My theory? You lied about why you ended things"

The moment he said that, I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

"Yeah, sure"

"Come on, Stu. Things were going so great and you just pulled a whole one eighty. If you ain't gonna tell me, then who will you tell?", he questions,

Just as we were about to reach the table where the gang was.

"Shhh, shut the fuck up", I warned,

Taking a seat.

YOUR P.O.V.

"So, remember the guy I was spilling about?", Tatum asked,

Taking a bite of her pizza slice.

"You mean Dave?", Sid questioned,

"I thought you were talking about Ethan", I say,

With confusion laced in my words. As we saw one of Tate's eyebrows raise, it triggered the realization to sink in.

"Nice!", I encouraged,

Causing Tate to chuckle at me. Before we could delve any deeper into Tatum's rollercoaster love life, the guys take a seat right across from us.

"Hey girls"

"Hi, Randy", we all greet in unison,

"Billy, Stu", Tate addresses on our behalf.

To call this whole interaction awkward would've been the understatement of the millennium.

I go to grab a napkin and as I did, I felt a familiar hand brush against mine. It brought me right back to freshman year, when Stu first asked me out.

I was eating lunch, while doing my assignments, when a particularly tall shadow blocks the cafeteria's light, causing me to look up.

"Hi"

"Hey, Macher, what's up?", I ask,

"Nothin much, this seat taken?"

"Um, no. Go ahead", I gesture to the empty bench across from me.

"So, we've never really spoken outside of Chem"

"We have not"

"Why is that?', he questions,

"Uh...", I wondered,

Looking around.

"I don't actually know", I chuckle nervously,

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that they're showing Return Of The Living Dead 3 on Friday and word around the hallways says you're kind of a horror movies connoisseur, so-"

"Are you asking me out on a date?", I squinted suspiciously,

"I mean, yeah", he confirmed,

"Why?"

Making him laugh to himself.

"Why not?", he questioned after calming down,

"I mean, you're cute and sweet and...you gave me the answers to the math quiz last week", he added,

As I scoffed.

"So, this is a pity ask?", I challenged.

His eyes go wide in shock.

"No no no no no, this isn't...I didn't mean to make it seem that way, I was kidding-", he rambled nervously,

Before I cut him off with a laugh.

"I'm messing with you, Macher. I know what you meant", I reassured,

Watching him sigh in relief.

"You have a twisted sense of humor"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it"

He laughs and takes my hand.

"So...whatta ya say?"

I rip my hand away, standing up.

"I need to go", I rushed,

Taking my backpack and practically sprinting out of the cafeteria.

"(Y/N)!", Tatum called out,

Going to follow me, when Stu stops her.

"I'll go"

"Stu-"

"I have to do this", he tells Billy,

Before chasing after me. I made it down the hallway, about to reach the front doors, when I hear him.

"(Y/N)!", he yells,

Causing me to stop in my tracks. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Can we please talk?", he pleaded,

Whilst I turned to face him.

"What do you want?"

"I came to make sure you were ok-"

"No, Stu, what do you want? From me?", I emphasized.

His eyebrows knitting in confusion as a result.

"Look, I never got to say what I wanted to back then, but I'm saying it now. You fucking hurt me", I spit bitterly,

As the tears began to stream down my face.

"Okay? You break up with me like it was nothing and what? Expected me to just be fine?"

"(Y/N)-"

"No! You don't get to talk!", I yell.

He takes a step back and keeps his eyes on the ground.

"I thought you cared about me"

"I did"

"No, you didn't"

"I did-"

"You didn't! Someone who cares about me would never fucking do that!", I sobbed,

"I'm so sorry", he whispered,

As I shake my head, angrily wiping my tears away.

"I was a coward"

"Yeah, no shit"

"Please...just...hear me out", he begged,

"And if you still want nothing to do with me after what I have to say...I'll leave you alone"

Just wanting to get this over with, I give in and cross my arms.

"I know I hurt you and for that, I'm sorry", he mumbles,

"But there's something I never told you. The reason why I did what I did"

What could he possibly say to change my mind?

"I loved you", he admitted.

It felt like my heart stopped. He'd never said those words to me before, so to hear them in past tense only added insult to injury.

"I never thought I'd feel that way about someone, so when I did, it scared the hell outta me. I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I knew how to. I ran", he added,

Had I known, I wouldn't have felt so blindsided.

"Why didn't you say anything?", I sniffled,

"What was I supposed to say? That I was afraid to love you?"

"Yes! God, it would've been better than just leaving me out to dry! Stu, I loved you too! We could've talked about it, we could've done something!"

My voice echoed through the hallways.

"You loved me?", his words coming out as a surprised mutter,

"So fucking much", I answered.

Just then, Tatum, Sidney, Billy and Randy came around the corner. I could see Tatum trying to make her way to me and Billy blocking her from doing so.

"And seeing you again just...reopened all those old wounds"

"(Y/N)", he says,

Cupping my face.

As hard as it was for me to admit, him holding me like this made my heart skip a beat.

"I can't change what happened...but what I can do is this"

He leans in and presses his lips against mine.

The world disappeared around us and time came to a screeching halt. Was this all just a dream? Was I gonna wake up in my bed, disappointed that none of this ever happened? Or had the weight of carrying this pain around finally crush me? I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around what was happening, much less answer all the questions I had.

He eventually pulls away and those baby blues eyes poured into mine with a new found need.

"I let you go once...I can't do that again", he whispers.

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The One that Got Away

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 7.7k

Includes- Angst, fluff, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Parking my car, I get out, my heart pounding in my chest

I decided I'm going to tell him today

After the photo shoot

Tell my best friend that I love him and want to be with him

Oh my god, I feel like I'm gonna puke

I breathe in trying to relax

My coworker and close friend Binna, one of ATEEZ's makeup artists, knows about my feelings for him

How I've loved him since we were teenagers and have always been too terrified to say anything

She talked with me about it a few times over the last few months, gave me advice

She told me to just suck it up and tell him or I'll regret it

I thought about it last night and I decided today is the day

The worst he can say is he doesn't feel the same

Which is world ending but she's right, I'll regret not telling him

I texted her last night, telling her I'm gonna tell him today and she encouraged me and wished me good luck

I'm gonna need it

Entering the building where the set is, I make my way to the dressing room, my legs wobbly, my stomach in knots and my hands shaking

Taking a breath, I enter the dressing room and look for him

My heart crashes to the floor when I find him

Wooyoung, my best friend, the guy I've loved for years, the one I was going to confess to today is kissing another girl

And not just any girl

Binna

He's kissing Binna

Hurt and betrayal hit me at once and it takes everything to control the tears that want to burst out

Breathe, just breathe, breathe

How did this fucking happen?

Why did this happen?

I had no idea that Binna felt that way for Wooyoung

Why didn't she say something?

Why did she encourage me to tell him my feelings?

Why did she wait until I was going to tell him to make a move on him?

Just why?

And I clearly got my answer from him

He never saw me that way, ever

I'm calm on the outside but inside I'm hyperventilating

Walk, I scream at myself

Don't just stand here like an idiot

I move my feet towards the table where the hair products are as I'm one of ATEEZ's hair stylists

I have to pass by them

I can't handle this

Fuck

As I get closer, Wooyoung and Binna break apart, a small smile on his face that utterly breaks my heart

His eyes move from her to me, "Hey Jo"

Binna turns around, smiling smugly at me and I just want to fucking murder her, "Hi Jo"

"Hi", I managed to say without my voice shaking, "What's uh...what's going on?"

"Uh well, Binna-"

"Wooyoungie is my boyfriend", Binna smirks

"Oh?", I say, rage filling me, "I uh didn't know you liked him like that. Or uh that you liked her like that"

"Oh well, I told Woo that I had liked him for awhile and he likes me too, now we're together. Isn't that great?", Binna gushes

Yeah fucking great

God, I want to claw her eyes out

"Yeah. Great", I repeat, trying to sound happy, "Congratulations"

"Thanks", she says, turning back to him

I can't look at him so I avert my eyes and just keep walking

I feel like I'm gonna break down but I can't

I won't

Not in front of her

I won't let her see me cry

And for him, I'll put on a happy front

As long as he's happy, I can pretend I'm ok

I can do this

I can

--------------------------------

18 months later

"So what are we doing with your hair?", I ask Wooyoung

He asked me to cut and dye his hair today, so he came over to my apartment

"Undercut", he says

"Again?", I tease

He scowls, "Is that a problem?"

"No Woo. I just think it's funny that there's only two hairstyles you go for. Long that can fit in a ponytail or a short undercut

"What else is there?", he grumps

"Buzz cut?"

"Are you insane?"

I giggle, continuing, "Mullet?"

"Hongjoong's territory"

"Short bob?"

"That's a girl style!"

"Layers?"

"Now you're fucking with me"

I nod

I so am

"Cut it out", he rolls his eyes

"Ok ok. But seriously how about this- viking style"

"What the hell is that?"

"It's where your hair on the top is long with an undercut"

"That's what I'm asking for!"

I shake my head, "No the point is that the hair on top is long enough to put into a ponytail or braids. Kinda like Hongjoong's hair in the "fireworks" photoshoot. This way you can still do a ponytail and have an undercut"

He looks thoughtful for a minute, then he nods

"Yeah ok, we can try it", he agrees, "And if it looks stupid or Binna hates it you can just cut it normally"

I bristle at the mention of Binna but I just nod

"And color?", I ask, shoving my hate for that cunt down

He's got a black blonde combo going on right now

"Black"

"Boring", I sing

"Just do it", he grits out, "Please"

"Fine. We'll dye it first"

I get out everything I need and mix all the liquids to get a black dye

Then I start

Squeeze a line of dye, then rub it into the strands down to the ends

I work in sections, saturating his hair in the black dye

I've dyed his and the other ATEEZ members hair a million times so it's like second nature for me

I can do it quickly

"Now you need to marinate", I joke, finishing

"Like chicken?"

I giggle, "Yeah"

I go around him, facing him and use a wet paper towel with some soap on it and wipe the tiny black spots on his forehead and temple away, getting them just before it sets

Leaning over, I scrub a little harder on a darker spot on his right temple

He has a photo shoot tomorrow and he can't have black dye staining his face

When I finish I move my gaze to him, startled to see his brown eyes already on me

They stare deep into mine and I'm mesmerized by them

I don't realize I've moved closer until I can feel his breath on my lips

All I have to do is move forward slightly and I'll be kissing him

'Too close!', my brain screams

He hasn't moved away and what the fuck is that about but I need to if he's not

I pull my head back, straightening up

It's like that breaks the spell because he blinks, moving his head back too although I'm nowhere near him now

"So how's the recording going?", I ask to make conversation, knowing that ATEEZ is recording for their new album and comeback

"It's going good", he answers, "I'm getting a few more lines. Letting me hit a few of my higher ranges"

"That's good Woo! Congrats", I smile, "You need to sing more, you have such a beautiful voice"

"Yeah?", he asks, shyly

I blush myself as I nod

"Thanks"

"Of course", I tell him

"And is my dancing sexy?", he says wiggling his eyebrows

I breathe out in relief

He's fucking around now to break the seriousness of the conversation

I snort, "Sure"

"Oh c'mon! All girls find the way I dance hot. And the outfits I'm put in...with my muscles all out. Plus all the tongue action. You know I can't keep my tongue in my mouth during a performance"

He needs to stop right now

I'm getting turned on and wet and it's so not appropriate

"You know that doesn't affect me Jung"

He seriously doesn't need to know how much it does affect me and I've done an excellent job of making him believe he doesn't affect me in that way

"Yeah, I know", he says in a teasing tone, "That's just because you're so in love with Hyun"

I snort, "Yeah ok"

His eyebrow raises, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Paradise? You're kidding right?"

His eyes light up with interest as he leans forward in his chair

"So am I right? Trouble?"

God, he is such a gossip

"No, not trouble", I shrug, "Just....not feeling it"

"Again?", he asks, "That's like what? The third guy this year that you dated for a few months and aren't feeling?"

Yeah it's the third

But what am I supposed to do?

I want Wooyoung but I can't have him

So I try to date to get over him

But it never works

"I dunno what you want me to say Woo. Not everyone can find the love of their life right away like you did"

Although that's not exactly true

I did find the love of my life, I just can't be with him

"I wouldn't say the love of my life", he says, "I.....have feelings...for Binna but I don't know if she's the love of my life"

Huh, that's new, what with all the gushing he does about her

Which hurts but whatever

"Are you still with Hyun?", he asks

"For now yeah. I'm thinking about breaking it off though. Like maybe tonight or tomorrow"

"You wouldn't want to keep trying with him?", he asks

For what?

It's a lost cause

I don't miss Hyun when he's gone, I don't really call or text him when he's not here, when he is here it's boring and the only plus is that I get sex

Really good sex but I can't stay with him for that

"No", I shake my head, "He's not the one...um there's really nothing we have in common and I'm just not into him"

Please don't ask, I pray, please don't ask

"He's not the what?", Wooyoung asks

Fuck

I didn't think about what I was saying and I was going to tell him that Hyun was not who I wanted but I realized mid sentence what a can of worms that would open

I knew he'd notice and I hoped he wouldn't ask about it

But I should know Wooyoung by now

Sometimes he acts like a buffoon but he's incredibly perceptive and smart

"Nothing", I answer, hoping he'd drop it, knowing he won't

"C'mon Jo, he's not the what?", he prods, "You know you can't start saying something like that, suddenly stop and I won't ask about it"

I sigh, looking at the ceiling, giving up

He will harass me until I tell him so I might as well do it now and save myself the aggravation

"He's not the one I want"

Silence

Then, "There's someone you want?", he screeches

I wince, moving my gaze back to him

"Yeah"

"Who? Where is this guy? Why doesn't he want you? Who is it?"

"Please Woo", I answer, pinching my nose bridge, "It's just a guy ok? I guess he's what you'd call the one that got away. Everyone has one of those"

He scoffs, "Him rejecting you is not the one who got away. It's the one who rejected you"

He has no idea how untrue that is

I shake my head, "He didn't reject me Woo. It's my fault he got away"

He raises an eyebrow, "How?"

This is not how I expected today to go

With me explaining to him how I lost him

"Woo, just drop it"

"Joanne!", he barks, "Tell me!"

I groan, "Fine. I was chicken shit ok? I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

"What a jerk!"

No he's not

He just didn't know and someone else got to him first

Someone I never expected to betray me like that

"How is he a jerk Woo? He didn't know how I felt for him. I didn't expect him to wait around especially if someone else showed interest and he was interested"

He scowls, "Fine he's not a jerk. Is he still with the girl?"

I nod, "It's my fault Woo. I let him slip away"

Well it's partly my fault

It's also Binna's

That bitch

"I'm sorry Jo", he says sincerely, "That sucks"

Yes it very much does

I shrug, "It's fine. I'm ok"

Big crock of shit but what else can I say

He just nods, an awkward silence falling between us

"So I think your hair is ready", I say, changing the subject, "Let's go wash it"

"Kitchen sink?", he asks

My sink is stainless steel

I nod, "Hell yes. I'm not getting black dye all over my shower tiles"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah yeah, I know"

He stands up and bends over the kitchen sink, waiting for me to wash his hair out

"Water ok?", I ask, moving my fingers in his hair to wash out the dye

"Yup", he answers

The dye comes out as I wash his hair, making a sea of black against the silver steel

Once most of the dye is out, I lather his hair with shampoo, scrubbing to make sure I get all the dye out

After that is conditioner and he's done

"Keep your head in the sink", I tell him as I go to my table to get a towel for him

"The blood is rushing to my head", he whines, "And my neck hurts"

"Aww poor baby", I mock, throwing the towel over his head, "You can stand up now"

He does, running the towel in his hair

"My neck hurts"

I snort, "Then go get a massage or something. This is what you get for wanting to do your hair here instead of at KQ"

"You're so mean", he whines, plopping back down in the chair

"And you're so whiny", I tease, taking the towel and drying the excess water from his hair

He hurrumphs and it's so cute but I can't let it get to me

I can't think of him as anything other than my best friend

Yeah when he's on stage, I can fangirl but not any other time

I have to maintain the image that he doesn't affect me

Tossing the towel on the table, I grab a comb and start running it through his hair

"Mm feels good", he murmurs

I know it does

He's always liked when someone plays with his hair, but I'm not playing, I'm working

"Don't be weird", I answer, ignoring the feelings that surfaces whenever I'm near him

"I'm not. It feels good ok?", he huffs, "You're always so gentle and I can't help it"

"So you're saying I should pull your hair or something?", I joke as I gather the hair I'm gonna keep long and tie it in a ponytail

"I suggest you not", he says seriously, "I uh...really like that too"

"Oh god, gross!", I snap, pretending I'm grossed out when my body is doing the opposite and getting turned on

He likes hair pulling

I like pulling hair

Hyun doesn't like it so much so I've back off on it, but it's normally one of the things I like

I need to stop thinking about this

And I will not let my mind wander to thoughts of pulling Wooyoung's hair and how he'd sound

Goddamnit

"What?"

"I don't need to know those things about you Woo. Cut it out", I force myself to say

"Sorry", he mutters

I get my buzzer, put it on the setting I need and turn it on

Thankfully the buzzing noise is loud which means no conversation

I start shaving his hair, cutting it short but still leaving some

Once I go all around his head, I undo the ponytail and comb through that hair again, slicking it back

Going in front of him, I inspect the cut to make sure it's good and even

It is

Now time to blow dry it and we're done

Holding the dryer to his head, I run my fingers in his hair, moving the strands around in the heated air to get it to dry faster

As I do this, I look down at him, startled to see his eyes closed, biting his lower lip

He's so beautiful it's stupid

And those beauty marks on his face

I want to press kiss after kiss to the one under his eye, the kiss the one on his lip

Binna probably does that to him

And that thought snaps me out of whatever trance I was in

I move behind him again to finish his hair so I don't have to see his face

"Done", I say after a few minutes, turning the dryer off

I busy myself with cleaning up the mess as he stands up

"I'm gonna look in the mirror", he says, leaving the kitchen and going to the bathroom

I breath in and out as I throw away the bowl I used for the dye, then get the broom to sweep up his hair

"I like it", he announces when he comes back

"Good. At least it's something new and not boring"

He pouts, crossing his arms, "Not nice"

I snort, rolling my eyes

"So uh...do you wanna hang out?", he asks

I do but I can't

This is enough interaction for today

I can only be around him in small doses before it starts to hurt again, before all I can think about is him again

I'm reaching that point and I don't want to go over it

"Oh I can't. Hyun might be coming over", I say, "He asked me to call him after you left to see if we would do something"

"I thought you were gonna break it off with him", he asks his eyebrow raised

"Well yeah but he doesn't know that yet. I'll probably do it tonight if we decide to do something"

He just nods, "Yeah ok. Sure"

"Next time though"

"Yeah next time", he says

There's an awkward silence between us and I don't know how to break it

"So I guess I'm gonna go"

"Yeah ok", I say stupidly

"Thanks for doing my hair"

"Of course Woo. Anytime"

He smiles tightly, "I'll see you later"

I nod

He leaves the kitchen and I hear the front door close a minute later

I breathe out, closing my eyes as tears fall down

I'm ok, it's ok, everything is fine

He's happy, I remind myself

It's ok

I can do this

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A few days later

Wooyoung POV

Walking into Binna's apartment with her, I head to the couch while she closes the door

We just finished the first of three photoshoots for the new album

It was an exhausting day

And I had to force myself to keep my eyes off her

To rein in my jealousy when she laughed with San while she did his hair

Then I had to actually do the photo shoot and I'm just tired

"You ok baby?", Binna asked as she sits next to me

"Yeah. Just tired"

She nods, her fingers moving to my hair again

And I know what's coming

She touches my hair for one reason only

To complain

"Do you really like your hair this way?"

I sigh

Didn't we have this conversation?

I know she doesn't like it but I do and it's my freaking hair

"Don't you think it's too long?"

"No Binna, I like it like this"

"Why, because Jo talked you into it?"

I shake my head, "No. Like I told you before she suggested it and I decided to try it. When I looked at it in the mirror I liked it and still do. She would have cut my hair shorter if that's what I wanted. I didn't"

We went over all this

"Hmmm ok", she says, moving her hand out of my hair, "Is everything with Jo and Hyun ok?"

"Fine", I say

It's really none of Binna's business and I don't feel comfortable telling her about Joanne and her relationship Joanne confided in me about it and I'm not telling anyone anything

If she wants people to know her and Hyun are broken up, it's her choice to tell them

"I just noticed her flirting with San and Mingi"

She wasn't

I would of known as I couldn't stop staring at her

But I just shrug

"She says they're ok"

"Oh well that's good. At least she's over me getting to you first"

I'm about to just nod when her words penetrate my brain

When she what?

"What did you say?", I ask before I can stop myself

"I said that it's good she's with Hyun and over that I got to you first"

Ok, she did say that

"What does that mean?"

She shrugs, "It means what it means. She loved you and was gonna tell you but I got you first"

Joanne loves....me?

Since when?

And if Binna knows that and she said she got to me first....

"You knew she loved me when you came onto me?", I whisper in shock

"Well yeah"

Oh my fucking god!

"If you knew why would you hit on me?", I shriek, standing up

Oh my god

She was different when she walked in the day Binna and I got together

She didn't look happy although she played it like she was

I thought something had happened with like family or something and she didn't want to tell me

And since then she's been distant

Not much at first but over the time I've been with Binna she has

And I just realized that her friendship with Binna is non-existent

They used to be friends but now they're not

Because Binna betrayed her

"Because she took too long", Binna says, standing up too, "And I wanted you. She told me she was gonna tell you the day we got together but I didn't believe her"

She wanted me

At her friend's expense

"You knew she was going to tell me that day? You waited until that day to come on to me?"

"It's not like that. I wasn't sure she would actually tell you. I told her to tell you so many times before and she never did. And she still didn't tell you"

"Because she's not mean like that!", I shout, "She wouldn't tell me how she feels knowing I had a girlfriend!"

This is fucking unbelievable

"Why does it matter Woo? She's happy with Hyun"

"No she's not!", I yell, "I lied! She's not happy! She broke up with him!"

Oh fuck, the guy she was talking about...the one that slipped away...it has to be me

"I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

It fits...it has to be me

Oh my god, she loves me

"Ok but that still doesn't matter Wooyoung. It's over, in the past. You love me"

"No I don't", I tell her

I've never said I love you to her before so I don't know where she's getting that from

"What do you mean you don't?", she gapes

"I don't", I repeat, "I love her"

I finally said it out loud and it's like a huge weight off my shoulders

I'm in love with my best friend

"Her?", Binna screeches, "Since when?"

"Since always", I answer, "I always loved her since I could remember. She was the one I always wanted"

"The fuck Wooyoung? Then why did you say yes to me?"

"Because I thought I had no shot with her", I exclaim, "I thought she knew you were going to come on to me. I thought she didn't feel like that for me"

God, I was so wrong

And fuck, I'm glad I was wrong and she loves me

And I'm enraged that Binna did this to her

"We're over", I tell Binna

She looks at me enraged, "Why, because of her? You don't even know if she still loves you!"

I don't know for sure but I think she does

I have to talk to her

Now

"I'm sorry", I tell her, not sorry at all, "We're done"

I turn away from her, practically running to her door

"You're leaving me for the off chance that she still loves you? Are you fucking kidding, you asshole?"

I stop at her door and turn around

"That's one reason", I growl, "The other is that you hurt my best friend. You knew how she felt and you betrayed her. You hurt her and you didn't and still don't care that you did. Even if I didn't love her, I'd never be with someone like you"

She stares at me in disbelief but I don't have time for her

I leave her apartment, calling a car on my phone, anxious to get to her

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Pounding on her door, I wait for her to open it

I have to talk to her

Right now

The door opens, a look of annoyance on her face

"Wooyoung what the fuck? Are you trying to break-"

I cut her off, stepping inside her apartment, pulling her to me and crashing my lips to hers in a kiss

My entire world changes in an instant, fire flooding my veins, my head spinning, chills running up and down my spine

The kiss, it feels so right

I knew she was my one

I knew it

At first she kisses me back but then after a few seconds she pushes on my chest, breaking the kiss and backing away

"What the hell Woo?"

And I just go off

"Why didn't you tell me?", I demand

She rolls her eyes, moving around me and closing her front door, "Tell you what?"

I spin around to face her, "That I'm the one you want? That you love me? That I'm your one who got away"

Her eyes widen in shock, "How the fuck-"

"Binna told me!", I exclaim, "She made a stupid comment on how she was glad she got to me first and I asked her what the hell that meant"

She looks at me with slight fear and nausea on her face

"She told me everything! How she knew you loved me, how she knew you were going to tell me how you felt on the same day she made a move on me. How she stole me from you"

She shakes her head, "You weren't mine to steal away Woo"

Yes I was

I was always hers

Always

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you call her out on her shit? Why didn't you tell me what happened?"

"And what would that have accomplished Woo? Nothing", she snaps, "You were already with her. Unlike her, I don't go behind people's backs. I don't steal boyfriends, I don't break people up. I didn't even know how you felt about me, if what I said would even matter"

I gape at her

Of course it would matter

She's my best friend

And even if I didn't feel anything for her I wouldn't have been with Binna because she hurt my best friend

I wasn't lying when I told Binna that

"You should have told me", I tell her, "I would never have stayed with Binna. Not when she hurt you like that"

"Doesn't matter anymore"

"Of course it matters!", I explode, "You're more important than her! Than anyone! How could you think I wouldn't care that she hurt you? Of course I'd care!"

She looks away from me nodding, "I'm sorry Woo. I didn't mean to imply you wouldn't care. I know you would have. But I just...I had just gotten the courage to tell you how I feel....I couldn't tell you what she did. If the situation was now then yeah I'd tell you but back when it happened....I still let people walk all over me then. I was still the quiet shy girl who wanted no confrontation. So I let it go"

I can understand that

She has changed so much in the year and a half I've been with Binna

She's more outgoing, tougher

Doesn't let anyone walk all over her, tells you how it is, doesn't sugarcoat things, stands up for herself

I guess that's a direct result of Binna fucking her over

"As long as you're happy, I could deal with it", she says

She shouldn't have to

My happiness shouldn't be at her expense

And she has no idea that she is what would have made me happiest of all

"Look, Woo, I'm sorry you found out this way ok? But really, it doesn't matter", she says, "You still love Binna and I get it ok"

No she doesn't get it

"Two days ago...when you did my hair. When you said Hyun wasn't the guy you wanted....that guy is still me?"

I need to know before I tell her how I feel

I need to know if she still feels that way for me

I need her to say it

I was so angry and so jealous when she was talking about the guy who got away

Wishing it was me she was talking about me

I have to know if she was

She looks at me wearily, "What are you doing Woo? Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer Jo", I ask

"No, I'm not answering Wooyoung. This conversation is over. There's no reason for me to answer this when you still have a girlfriend. I told you, I don't break up relationships", she snaps, turning away from me, "Just...just go home ok? I'll see you for the shoot tomorrow"

She starts walking towards her bedroom and I just stare at her in shock

For a second

"Joanne Hayes, don't you fucking walk away from me!", I shout

She turns around, her eyes wide, looking at me like I'm insane

"I fucking love you, you dummy!", I yell, "I don't want Binna, I never wanted her! I left her! I wanted you! I always wanted you! You think you were the only one who was chicken shit? I was too! You're my one that got away!"

Her mouth drops, "What?"

"I always loved you", I confess, "And the only reason I went out with Binna was because I thought there was no shot with you! I know girls have like a girl code like guys do. I didn't think I'd ever get to be with you because one of your friends asked me out. I thought you knew and because she went ahead and asked me, I thought you didn't feel that way for me and you were ok with me being with her. I also knew if her and I ever broke up, you wouldn't go behind her back and be with her ex. I thought I'd never be with you, so I said yes to her"

God, I was so stupid back then too

Too scared to tell my best friend I was in love with her for years

That's she was who I wanted

And Binna asking me out really put me in a hard place for the reasons I just told her

Joanne is a very loyal person and she wouldn't hurt people she cares about

But now that all of this has come to light....I don't care about Binna

If it's between her and Binna, I'm choosing her, always

My girl who got away

She stands there gaping at me, not moving from her spot

"I'll always choose you Jo. Always", I tell her, "So if it's me you were talking about the other day and you love me like I love you and you want to be with me, put your money where your mouth is and get the fuck over here and kiss me. Now"

In a fraction of a second she moves, running right to me

My heart fills with pure happiness when I catch her in my arms, her mouth against mine in a mind altering kiss

I pick her up, her arms around my neck, fingers in my hair, legs wrapped around my waist, tongue against mine as she kisses me deeply

"I love you Woo", she says between kisses, joy, relief, love pouring over me hearing her words

She loves me

The girl I love, the girl I pined for loves me too

"I love you Jo", I tell her, my lips right back on hers when I finish speaking

"Fuck, baby all I wanted was you", she whispers

"All I wanted was you too princess", I answer, pressing pecks to her soft lips, "Always, from when we were kids baby. It was always you"

"It was always you Woo. Always. I thought I lost you"

"Never baby. I'll always be yours. I'll always love you"

"I'll always love you baby", she answers, her gorgeous brown eyes looking at me with so much love

I smile, so unbelievably happy I finally got my girl

She closes the space between us, her lips on mine, kissing me deeply

I fall into her kiss, so fucking ecstatic I can finally have them all the time

My feet move on their own, going right to her bedroom

I know the way with my eyes closed

We fall on the bed, her lips glued to mine as she keeps me against her

Her fingers move in my hair, playing with the strands at the back of my head, sending shivers up my spine

I can't stop my hands from touching her, moving under her shirt and finally feeling her warm soft skin

"Woo", she murmurs, her hands moving down my body and pulling my shirt up, her fingers grazing my skin and making me tremble against her touch

We break the kiss momentarily as she pulls my shirt off me and I take hers off

Then our lips are against each other's again as my hands move around her boobs, softly squeezing

"Mmm baby", she whispers, her body arching against mine as my fingers brush against her nipples

Dragging kisses down her neck, I continue the path to her boob

"Woo", she cries, her hand buried in my hair and pulling, getting even more riled up than I already am

Lavishing licks on her nipple, I feel it get hard against my tongue, her moans music to my ears

Wrapping my mouth around her nipple, I suck on it, loving the way it feels in my mouth as she screams louder

I stay on her boob, sucking hard as I push down her pants and panties, her legs kicking them off for me

Switching to her other nipple, I continue my sucking while touching her cunt

I moan in her skin as I feel how utterly wet she is

Soaked

And it's all for me

Slowly, I slide two fingers in her tiny hole, her cunt squeezing as soon as I'm in

Fuck, she's going to feel so fucking amazing on my dick

Pulling my fingers out, I thrust them back inside over and over, her moans louder than before

I move my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will have her fall apart for me

God, I want to see that so badly

Pressing down inside her, she cries out and I smirk around her nipple

Found it

I concentrate on driving my fingers right into her spot, moving my palm against her clit at the same time

She flood my hand, leaking out around us and I bet she's drenching the sheets

I keep working her over with my fingers, letting go of her nipple and sliding down to her pretty pussy

Latching onto her clit, I keep my tongue against it as I suck

"Wooyoung! Oh god!", she screams, her hips moving, fucking my fingers as she meets my thrusts

Her little clit throbs hard against my lips sending pleasure down to my already painfully hard cock

Switching, I give her clit long licks using all of my tongue, starting with the flat of it and ending with flicking her bump with the tip

"Yes, Wooyoung, yes baby!", she cries, "Oh my god"

"Mmm", I moan into her, feeling her cunt pulse impossibly fast around my fingers

She's right there

Shoving my fingers inside just as I suck her clit back in my mouth has her screaming loudly as she orgasms

I raise my eyes, watching the beautiful sight of her coming in front of me

God, she's fucking ethereal, her face and body in so much pleasure

I finger and suck her through it, her pussy so fucking wet, it's all over my hand

When she finishes, I pull my fingers out and slip my tongue down, into her waiting hole

"Oh god", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I get a first taste of her cum and my god it's so good

So sweet, like candy

Pulling my tongue out, I lick along her pussy, spreading her slit with my tongue and ending on her clit

Then I do it again and again, thoroughly enjoying eating her cunt

She squirms a bit so I move my arms around her legs, holding her down and open for me

"I'm not done yet princess", I tell her, slurping around her clit, "I want more. You came on my fingers now you have to cum on my tongue"

"Woo...I...don't...think....I don't know..."

"You can", I assure her, "No matter how long it takes, you're gonna cum on my tongue, then on my cock"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"I could eat you, fuck you all night princess. Make you cum again and again", I tell her

"Jesus, Woo"

"You want that baby?", I ask

"Yes", she cries, "Yes Woo, fuck, I want you"

"Good baby. I want you too. So fucking much", I assure her between licks, "And now that you're finally mine, I'm gonna fuck you and make you cum over and over. Sound good?"

"So good", she agrees

I go back to eating her cunt, sliding my tongue in her pulsing hole again, feeling the clenching on my tongue down in my dick

I can't wait to be inside her

As I tongue fuck her perfect pussy, her cream runs everywhere, all over my face, my chin, sliding down my neck, soaking me just how I like it

I swallow as much as I can, the taste of her my new favorite flavor

Her hand pulls and tugs my hair hard, sending pleasure down my spine and I moan in her pussy

"Fuck princess, harder", I demand, "Pull harder"

"Hmmm", she whimpers

"Remember what I told you about my hair baby?", I ask in between thrusting my tongue in her cunt, my eyes on her

She looks down at me, biting her lip as she says, "You like when your hair is pulled"

"That's right princess", I confirm, "So do it for me, yeah?"

"Yeah baby", she whispers, tugging hard, making me smile

I don't know what it is or why I like it but pulling my hair gets me so fucking horny

It should hurt and on some level it does but it just turns me on more

And right now, it's making me eat her cunt faster

"Wooyoung", she cries, "I'm coming. Oh fuck!"

I shove as much as my tongue inside her cunt as I can as she orgasms, her cream flooding my tongue and mouth

I swallow eagerly, the pulses of her cunt feeling so fucking good as she screams my name

Her fingers pull my hair this way and that, her hips pushing her cunt into my face as her body arches

And I love every fucking minute of it

Every minute

As soon as she finishes, I pull my tongue out, licking and cleaning her pussy as I get out of my pants and boxers

I move over her, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, her soft smooth skin against mine, her lips kissing me

Her legs wrap around me as I kiss her deeply, slowly pushing my aching cock into her

"Mmmm", she moans in my mouth as her pussy takes me so fucking pleasurably, latching on my cock and sucking me in as I move

God, she feels so fucking good, like I've never felt before

Her body pressed against mine, her hips moving up as I get more and more inside her tight drenched cunt

She feels incredible sliding open for me as I bottom out

"Oh god Woo", she moans, her hands back in my hair as she kisses me

I stay inside her, just feeling her wrapped around me, the soft spasms of her cunt keeping a hum of pleasure running through me

"Fuck princess", I murmur, moving my kisses to her pretty neck, "You feel so good"

"Mmm you too Woo"

"Yeah baby. Fuck, do you feel how perfect we are together? How I fit perfectly inside you, how you fit perfectly wrapped around me?"

"Yes Wooyoung, I feel it", she whimpers, her cunt clenching my cock hard, sending pleasure up my spine

"You're mine", I whisper, kissing a spot that has her moaning loudly, "All mine. Always mine"

She nods, "Yes Woo. And you're mine baby"

"Always princess. I was always yours and I'll always be yours"

"I love you Wooyoung"

I groan in her neck, absolutely loving hearing those words from her

"I love you Joanne. Always princess"

"Always Woo"

With that, I start moving, pulling out of her then slowly sliding back in, making sure I'm all inside her again, so deep in her

Her hand tugs my hair, pulling my head back as I increase my speed, thrusting into her, the sound of our skin against each other's loud in her room

One of her hands moves around me, her fingers digging in my back as she moans for me, her pussy taking me over and over, utter bliss falling over me

She groans loudly when my head hits her spot, calling my name, begging me fuck her there

And I oblige, driving my cock right into her spot, watching the pleasure in her face, feeling her shake under me, feeling her gorgeous legs tighten around my waist

Moving to my knees, I lean my hand next to her head, wrap my other arm around her waist and hold her up against me, fucking into her harder, smashing her spot

"Yes Wooyoung! Yes! Baby!", she screams, clinging onto me

I'm in so much bliss, her cunt stretching so wonderfully around me, spasming quickly, creaming my cock like I can't fucking believe

I've never had a pussy cream this much before, it's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, the bed

So fucking pretty

"Please Woo", she whimpers, tears falling down her face as I slam into her, "Sss....so good. Ggg..gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I grunt, "Cum around my cock. Want it now princess"

Burying inside her, she screams, shaking uncontrollably under me as she cums, her cunt strangling my cock, squirt pouring from her, the sight of it streaming around my cock so fucking pornographic

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung! Wooyoung!"

Her cries of my name turn me on like nothing else and I go faster than I thought possible, fucking her through her orgasm

Her squirt is flying everywhere, hitting my chest, my stomach, the bed

"Yes baby", I urge, intense pleasure from her orgasm assaulting my body, "So pretty. Fuck, so beautiful coming for me. Such a pretty princess"

When she's done, I pull out, turning her over, moving her to her hands and knees, sinking right back into her

"Fuck", we both yell, her ass moving back until she crashes into me, burying my cock inside her, squeezing hard

Stars blast in my vision as I moan

Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her middle and start moving, plunging into her waiting cunt over and over, pressing kisses all over her shoulder

"Woo, baby, you feel so good", she whimpers, rocking back on my dick as I move into her, taking me deeper than before

"No you feel good baby", I whisper, fucking harder into her, "So tight around me, so wet for me"

"Mmm you're so fucking big Woo, so hard", she moans, "Gonna make me cum again"

I know, I can feel it

Feel her pussy get tighter, feel the incredible pleasure of pushing through that tightness, her cream soaking me, her pussy so fucking wet, the squelching sounds of my cock entering her sounding in the room

"Please make me cum", she sobs, her body trembling in bliss

"I will baby", I assure her, stroke after stroke hitting her spot, "Make you cum all over my cock again"

Sheathing my length inside her, she screams my name the loudest she has all night, her body visibly shuddering as she orgasms

I choke on a moan as incredible ecstasy tramples over me

"Cum Wooyoung!", she yells, her cunt throbbing in my cock in a vice grip, "Please Woo, want your cum inside me"

"Fff...fuck! Joanne!", I yell, my vision turning white as I cum deep in her pussy, my body shaking from the pure utter pleasure, "Yes baby, fuck, fuck, yes"

Her pussy clenches my cock over and over as I pump cum into her, both of us moaning loudly

As the pleasure slowly fades we both collapse on the bed

I pull out of her, her whimpers so soft

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her against me, her back against my chest

She turns back, her arm reaching around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss

"I love you Woo", she whispers, then kisses me again

I fall into her kiss, so fucking happy she's mine

When the kiss ends, I look down in her eyes, moving her hair out of her face

"I love you Jo. So much baby"

She smiles, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, "So much Woo"

She turns back around, moving back into me and snuggling, pulling my arm over her again

I secure my arm around her, kissing the back of her neck as I settle next to her

"Nap time princess?", I ask against her skin

"Nap time baby", she confirms, "Is that ok?"

"More than ok", I agree, "As long as you stay right here in my arms"

"Deal", she giggles

I smile, kissing her shoulder, holding her tightly, closing my eyes, completely relaxed and happy I got my one that got away

[strangedreamings]

S3E1 (spoilers abound)

Already saw the first 5 minutes on Tudum. I'm firmly in the "Colin didn't see Penelope when he arrived, he was too busy looking at her house" camp. It's sweet that Pen as LW singles out the new debutantes and tries to prop them up.

I love that one of the debutantes is deaf, more diversity on this show is a good thing.

Ah, Francesca's been in Bath since the beginning of S2, thank you, Violet.

"If I can be at ease in the chaos of our home, surely I shall find my way in the Season." Truer words never spoken, Frannie.

Francesca's not the Diamond? WTAF?

Those fucking sheer gloves. I hate them SO MUCH. Long gloves were for modesty, making them sheer makes them pointless. Somebody fetch me the costume designer, I just want to talk.

So Eloise is already "friends" with Cressida and it looks like she is trying to protect Pen from her. We'll see how long this lasts.

Can we nominate Jessica Madsen now for the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series? I always hate Cressida but if, as rumored, we're going to sympathize with her this season, then I'm sure Jessica will knock it out of the park.

I love that Violet and Kate are getting along so well. I'm also thrilled that Violet doesn't approve of Eloise being friends with Cressida.

"I will move into a dower house as soon as I find one." Oookay, 15 minutes into the first episode and we have our first error. Dower houses aren't something a dowager FINDS, it's a (relatively) smaller house on an estate that the family already HAS. What Violet is looking for is a TOWN house in London since the Bridgertons should already have a DOWER house at Aubrey Hall!

Shonda, please, hire me as a script doctor. I assure you I'm affordable.

Lady Danbury: "Lady Bridgerton." Violet and Kate: "Yes?" I love that and I'm sure Agatha did it deliberately, it's cute.

Colin, dearheart, what in the actual fuck are you doing? Flirting shamelessly is only going to get you in trouble.

Lady Cowper is a bitch but we already knew that. I wonder if she took as long as her daughter to find a husband.

Wow, Portia really has given up on Pen finding a husband. This is giving me "Like Water for Chocolate" vibes (I hated that movie, so it's not a compliment).

Error #2. Unless I'm wrong, this is Spring 1815. (According to Wikipedia, Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story had Princess Charlotte dying in November 1814, three years before her real-life counterpart.) Emma wasn't published until December 1815. Yeah, we're talking about only a few months and the book does match what El is going through, but still.

Great, another El & Pen fight. El, you can pretend all you like (and you're not even doing a good job) but you are MISERABLE without your best friend. Someone El respects needs to tell her off so that she'll finally grow the fuck up.

Benedict took care of the estate while Anthony and Kate were on their honeymoon? Um, Anthony, WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A STEWARD?! You know, a person you PAY to look after the estate for you instead of asking your brother to do it for free! It gave him something to do, which I'm sure was Anthony's intention, but still!

The Mondriches have just joined the nobility! Well, their eldest son has. Oh boy, Alice is not happy. I don't blame her -- her stress level just increased a hundredfold.

I need to do a @regencyama post about titles, specifically inheriting them. With the Featheringtons and now the Mondriches having a son inheriting from his mother's bloodline, I need to emphasize how rarely this happened in real life. Good on Shonda for including the concept but really, did it have to happen twice in the same episode?

NEWTON!!! Bestest boy ever!

I know that ballroom! Lady Danbury's ballroom either is or is inspired by the Marble Hall at Kedleston. I'd know those columns and the lines of black-and-white panels anywhere.

Pen, honey, your entrance would go better if you didn't look FUCKING TERRIFIED. Albion is a sweetheart, he's the best brother-in-law for Pen (well, on her side). Oh good, she's finally smiling. Portia! How can you think that's a bad color for her? Is she a little color blind? That would explain SO MUCH.

Suddenly get thirsty there, Colin? LOL He has no idea what's coming.

Some of the (presumably) eligible men are finally noticing Pen. How long before Colin steps in? Oh, Pen, you are so awkward around people you don't know well, glad to see that hasn't changed (yet).

El and Cressida talking to some of the new debutantes while Pen is still being awkward with the men. Forget flirting lessons, she doesn't even know how to just talk to men. And El, lowkey making fun of Miss Hartigan for liking embroidery. Grow up, El. At least this girl is true to herself, unlike someone I could name.

Fife is giving off the CREEPIEST vibes as he talks to poor Frannie. What do you bring to the table, good sir? A title? Look around -- titles are a dime a dozen. Surely you can do better than that.

That's what sets Fran off? This scene was one the clips that Netflix released early. I assume the gentlemen had said something offensive but they simply asked her who she is beyond her hobbies. Well, she has been doing nothing but practicing the pianoforte for what, two years now? Maybe she feels there really isn't much to her than that. Well, she's what, 17 now? She's got plenty of time to find herself.

I love how sympathetic and sweet Pen and Frannie are to each other. They're like sisters already.

Cressida with a steel chair! Seriously, there would be a small room off the ballroom reserved just for mending dresses -- tears happened all the time, as well as melted wax dripping from the candles in the chandeliers, spills, etc. But back to Cressida -- she must think very lowly of herself if she truly cannot abide any competition at all.

Too little, too fucking late, El. Choke on your apology, it's neither needed nor wanted. (I love El but haven't liked her for a long time, if that makes sense.)

Another scene Netflix gave us early -- Pen confronting Colin about what he said about her the end of S2. She was already having a bad night and Colin being all smiles was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Uh oh, Pen's writing a new LW column without even getting changed first. Honey, you're writing this in anger, you're probably going to regret at least half of it.

Portia's sweating now with that phony document about the title being questioned. Oh, this guy is threatening her, in that so very English way.

Ooo, are we finally seeing the real Cressida?

A whispering bench! Sorry, I have the tiniest landscaping nerd inside me.

Looks like Kanthony will have a three-month-old with them the beginning of the next Season.

Colin comes the morning after to apologize. Good boy. Still clueless, but good boy.

The Mondriches at their new house and their eldest boy is addressed as Lord Kent. I'm horrible at guessing children's ages but I think this kid is a preteen at most and his life just changed forever.

I will say the portrait of Edmund and Violet is very good. (I assume it's an actual painting and not a photo that has undergone Photoshop or whatever.) Have the writers made Francesca aro? Or at least demisexual? It'll be interesting to see where this goes.

I fucking told you you'd regret that column, Pen. The funny part is that she's not wrong about Colin, but she's certainly not nice about it.

Colin, for fuck's sake, MARINA AND ELOISE RUINED THEMSELVES! If LW hadn't said anything, things actually would have gone a lot worse for Marina, El, your whole family, and especially you, so shut the fuck up.

Four whole minutes of end credits, seriously?

Well, that was certainly an interesting start to both the Season and the season.

[jebewonmorelike]

I Hate You, (I Want You), Seok Matthew

wc: 1.6k warnings: angst with a happy/fluff ending; swearing; mentions of hook-up culture; drinking (reader is 21, 3rd year of college); frat/party setting pronouns: none used; reader has a femme best friend summary: fratboy!matthew au oops ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ matthew is that sweet, introspective fratboy that respects his partners that we all wish existed, but literally never will. so enjoy pretending that boys are nice through this little fic. love u. <3

Matthew Seok made your blood boil.

And none of your friends could understand why.

You'd spent many a night in your dorm, tipsily listing all of his infuriating tendencies and desperately trying to rally support for your Anti-Matt campaign.

But no matter how many times you explained it to them, they just shrugged you off. And if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn't really blame them. There was a time not so long ago when you only saw his good traits, too.

But that was before.

And now all you wanted to do was take the girls that waited for him in the hallway by the shoulders and shake them until their rose-colored glasses fell off.

Your distaste for Matthew Seok was so strong that you'd started avoiding places you liked to go, since every time you left your dorm you somehow had the misfortune of bumping into him. And you just couldn't stomach it: turning the corner, meeting his eyes, walking away before he could say anything...

The feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach.

You hated it.

You hated him.

"Get dressed, we're going out," your friend Megan announces as she walks through the door, startling you out of your boredom-induced daze.

"What? Why?" You ask quickly, not liking the determined look on her face.

"Because you've done nothing but go to class and sit here at your desk pretending to do homework for a month straight. You're an undeclared Liberal Arts major... How much homework could you possibly have?"

You pouted. "What are you trying to say?"

She smiles, walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "It's time for some fun."

You groan.

"Oh, come on! You used to love fun. Every day you were off on some little adventure and every night you were dancing in the living room of one godforsaken frat house or another," Megan says, giving you a pitiful look. "I can't let you sit here any longer, lovey. I just can't."

A long sigh escapes you as you look up at your friend. You remember when you first met her at freshman orientation, standing there shy and meek with a mint green sweater on. When everyone broke off into groups to eat lunch, you'd both been left in the courtyard alone to fend for yourselves. You'd eaten lunch with her every day since then for the last two and a half years. And you’d both changed a considerable amount in that time.

"Fine," you finally grumble, watching her pleading look turn to a satisfied grin.

"Good. Let's make you hot again," she says, running to the closet and flinging the door open.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN!?"

~

Staring up at the familiar old house, you feel your heart speed up. You didn't realize how quickly you'd fallen out of practice. Every weekend you used to make a stop here, claiming the reason for your frequent visiting was that you liked the star projector they’d set up in the living room.

And you did like it.

It made him look even prettier.

You shake your head rapidly in an attempt to silence the thought. It’s useless now that you know what kind of a person Matthew Seok really is.

"Hey. Don't be nervous," Megan says, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it. "He's not here, babe. He went home this weekend. I still don’t really know what you’re deal with him is, but I checked for you anyway.”

Already you feel your shoulders relax. Of course he's not here. Megan wouldn't bring you here if he was.

You look hot for nothing.

Your hands fly to your head in exasperation at the sound of the intrusive thought.

"You've got this, (y/n). You're still the reigning star here, you know. All anybody ever asks me is when you're coming out again," Megan says with a convincing grin.

You bite your lip and smile. "I guess I can give the people what they want."

"That's the spirit babe!" She exclaims, dragging you up the front steps and to the door. A tall guy opens it and walks out at the same time you and Megan approach.

"OH SHIT! Tiny Dancer is back!" Johnny shouts, his hand flying out to take yours. "Fucking missed you, dude."

You smile, shaking his hand. "I've just been really busy the past few weeks."

"Well, it's a special night then. Drink up!" Johnny says, pulling a beer from his pocket and handing it to you.

"Thanks," you say, popping the top and taking a sip as you and Megan walk through the door and into the frat house. The lights are all off, the house only illuminated by LED light strips, a disco ball, and your favorite star projector.

"YOOOOO! Tiny Fucking Dancer!" You hear someone shout from across the room and feel the blush creep onto your cheeks. You're too sober for this attention after being away from it for over a month. Megan pulls you into the living room as a bunch of intoxicated partygoers rush over to greet you.

"Where've you been!?" Brian asks, patting you on the back. “There’s been a distinct lack of uninhibited dancing in our house this month.”

"I've just had a lot going on recently," you reply as nonchalantly as possible, trying your best to keep up with all the hugs and the questions. You were starting to feel overwhelmed, looking around the room for a place to sit so you could breathe for a second.

That's when you spot him.

Wide eyes meeting yours, lips slightly parted in the way they always were when you used to catch him staring.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you're frozen in place. He doesn't look away. But someone has to.

"Can someone please pour me a ton of shots!?" You shout the request, the crowd around you bubbling with excitement as you migrate with them into the kitchen.

As Brian lines up five shots for you (one for every weekend you've missed), Megan grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"I swear Johnny said he'd be gone. I'm so sorry," she apologizes and you know she means it from the look on her face.

You do your best to shrug it off. "Just do some shots with me."

She squeezes your hand again. "Are you sure?"

You nod, picking up the first glass and knocking it back. Vodka. The liquid stings your throat and you wish you had something other than Johnny's gross warm beer as a chaser. "By the time you start, I'll already be done!"

With that, Megan takes the empty shot glass from your hand and pours it full as she joins you for the next one.

~

You're dancing now.

On a usual night, you were the only one dancing in the middle of the living room floor as people made out, played stupid games, or watched you and giggled.

But when you were drunk, you just didn't care. All you wanted to do was move. A tipsy mind meant a fluid body and you could never turn down the opportunity to completely lose yourself in the shitty music with the base cranked up and the tacky LED light strips on the walls.

But tonight, everyone was dancing. Maybe it was a special night, after all.

Only now does the crowd die out, people gathering in the kitchen for beer pong or going upstairs to hook up (ahem, Megan and Brian). But you couldn't stop even if you wanted to.

"The dance floor missed you."

You freeze. You were so happy you'd almost forgotten he was here.

Almost.

"Can I talk to you?"

You turn around slowly to face him. He's wearing a jean jacket over a white university hoodie and his hair flops boyishly in his eyes. It's like a knife to the heart.

You hate him.

You hate him for making you feel this way.

"I'm busy," you say, biting your lip as you look away.

"I know. I didn't ask you to stop," Matthew replies, the smallest smile tugging at his lips.

You swallow hard at the sight. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Yeah, I've kind of pieced that together," he says, a hand reaching to the back of his neck. "And I understand why."

"Do you?" You ask now, finally meeting his gaze as another wave of liquid courage hits you. "Well that's good news, Matt! I'm so glad that you've come to understand how going out with someone else after you told me you liked me might be upsetting to me. Now, maybe, you can leave me alone forever."

"I didn't.”

You blink back at him in silence. Eventually, you laugh. "Sure you didn't."

"I didn't," he says, sincere eyes locked on yours. "I know Johnny said that I was going out with someone else. But I only told the guys that to get them off my back. They kept hounding me about why I wasn't hooking up with anyone anymore."

Your heart beats so hard that you swear it melded with the base.

"I just really didn't want to tell them how I felt about you. You saw how fast that stupid lie I told spread across campus. They would've ruined everything before it even started."

You nod slowly. "So you ruined it instead."

He sighs despondently and then nods. "I did. I never meant for this to happen. And I'm really sorry."

You just look at him for a few moments. The perfect curve of his annoying lips, the refined angle of his infuriating jawline, the entirely cliche sparkle of his stupid eyes...

And the little star-shaped lights making constellations across his face.

The truth was you hated Matthew Seok.

"Dance with me," you say, stepping back and reveling in the grin on his face as he follows. Wrapping his arms around your waist and moving with you to the rhythm of the music, your lips find their way to his in the glow of the lameass LED lights.

You hated Matthew Seok because he made you want him.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Thank you for putting into words, Rosalie’s “I was just trying to match your energy”. Because I never had such gentle words for my own experience, and now, it’ll colour my days.

On a lighter note, it was delightful you said that the latest chapter was nice and soft and us readers could take a break from angst. The more you lovingly batter up these two puppies to make a delicious cake, I am here, gorging myself on it. Like, I sometimes lie flat on my bed and contemplate what was happening in Astarion’s mind in “Party Favours” after (1) Rosalie failed to turn up at his house after coming by every day in a month (2) when Shadowheart turned up and he realised - he RAN to - and then (3) when he realised Rosalie dressed up for !! Threnn!! But not him!!

I love your writing, so so much. Wishing you the loveliest day, and for every day to be even lovelier after.

P.s. Should it be pleasing to you, I’d love to know your director’s thoughts of what was going on in Astarion’s mind in Party Favors.

Hello friend!! Thank you for your kind words :)

In response to your question -

Astarion's mindset in Party Favours, a dramatic performance.

Chapter One: oh, Foxglove wants to meet up for lunch! I haven't seen her in 6 weeks, 5 days, and 10.5 hours! time to pretend I don't care at all about her or her silly little wizardry business - ohwaitshesaidshewantstodatemeohgodohno oh wait it's a 'fake dating' situation... i see. time to pretend not to care again. i need to start shopping for suits. she likes it when i wear blue.

Chapter Two: I am going to achieve a good grade in boyfriend, something it is reasonable to want and possible to achieve. (don't have a panic attack, babygirl, you're so sexy and talented. have i mentioned i learned love languages for you?)

Chapter Three: this was my competition! this! she is both absolutely dull, and also awful. she fucking sucks! I hate her! ...I wonder if I could still poison her. I have now admitted that I bought poison with me, so Rosalie would know it was me who did it. I will wait six months, then poison her. Time to go back to getting a good grade in boyfriend.

Chapter Four: I have not been able to charm the pants of Rose, so I will charm the pants of every single one of her coworkers. I'm that bitch. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. oops, kissed my girlfriend. we're not technically dating yet, but as a magistrate, i think that's mostly an administrative technicality.

Chapter Five: I've got this, I've got this, I've got this, I literally used to seduce people for a living, I've got this-

*followed by just that transition sequence from Twilight: New Moon where the months pass by Bella's window, only Astarion's wearing more eyeliner.*

Chapter Six: Shadowheart has told me Foxglove is in trouble. it's 5 weeks, 3 days, and 19hrs since I last saw her in person, 27hrs since I twitched the curtain aside and caught a glance out of my window at her while she was waiting on the doorstep, but *I'm* mostly doing this out of the kindness of my own heart. oh fuck, I hope I look hot. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. why does she look sad? oh no. I forgot she was fucking stupid. time to confess my love i guess.

Chapter Seven: error 404 - Astarion not found. *horny static* *horny afterglow static* *dazed 'she said she loved me' static*

Chapter Eight: did I mention I live with my girlfriend now? Yes, we're thriving. Crops? Flourishing. Skin? Clear. Closet? Extradimensional. You fucks all wish you were me. We should get married. No, of course I'm not serious (I'm serious). ok, we'll just fuck in a closet instead. that's fine for now i guess.

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi Maya<3!

I saw that your requests were open n I was wondering if you could do a Ethan x reader where they are rose's parents, n being first time parents they are new to everything, I recently saw that babies in their 6 months need to take a medical exam where they have to stay awake all night for 12 hours to check something in their head idk😭 so I imagined ethan n reader on their first and almost impossible mission as parents to keep rose awake all night for the exam n panicking n stressing out every time rose tends to fall asleep n every hour it gets harder to keep her awake that even the TV on full volume doesn't wake her up lmao🐱

It can be short or long as u decide<3

(sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

hello dear!! this is so funny to me. I tried to google this but couldn't find anything, HOWEVER it's so funny that we're just gonna pretend lol. dad ethan will always be my baby lol. i hope you enjoy love!!

When the doctor explained it to you and Ethan you nodded but there was nothing going on behind your eyes

You were both exhausted anyway. You had been exhausted since the day you gave birth. This seemed like an impossible task that was being given to you

Ethan, who had literally lost his hand, was practically shaking in fear the whole way home.

Even if we don't manage it, we can reschedule right?

And go through all that again? Please Ethan.

The task was daunting but months away! you were fineeee

AND THEN THE TASK WAS THERE

you saw it on your calendar, starring at you in the face. Keep Rose awake for 12 full hours before the appointment.

You told Ethan right before, who was sitting with her on the couch. He gave you a numb look, thinking, pursing his lips. You had been taking shifts with watching her while you were both asleep

but a full 12 hours seemed annoyingly impossible. Maybe if you could just do the most then it wouldn't really matter!

Ethan suggested taking shifts just like you do at night. That way, one of you could get a mental break

He did not think about how much mental strain it would be to do it alone. Always watching her. Eyes on her the whole time

After his first half hour of his shift he decided that was dumb and went to grab you from upstairs

Cue the insanity

For a while it's okay. She stays awake anyway, it didn't really matter. You set a timer on your phone so that you were keeping track of everything. She played with her toys on the ground, ate dinner with you guys, pretended to watch a movie

You tried to get her to walk around but she just kinda wriggled

Spending time with Rose was not weird to either of you, so it started fine. you and ethan just kind of watched her and hung out with her.

Then it started to get darker and Ethan started to set his head on your shoulder and the movie got quieter. Rose naturally started to get sleepy.

then it got annoying

"We should've gotten more coffee," Ethan muttered. He was looking in the kitchen cupboards. You sat with Rose, holding her up on your lap. She was so much to watch when she was awake.

"I went shopping last week," you said. He shook his head.

"It's not enough." He turned back to you as he poured water down the coffee pot. "It's gonna have to be strong if we stand a chance."

"The appointment's at 7 in the morning Ethan. I think we'll be okay." He narrowed his eyes at you. You half smiled, already starting to get sleepy.

"We can give her a bath," you suggested. "It'll keep her awake for a while."

"She does like playing in the bath," he muttered. "Do you want one?" You nodded, gesturing for him to bring it towards you. He nodded, waiting for it to be finish.

"We keep the house cold. Come Ethan. It'll be funny."

As the hours droned on it started to become dumb. At like midnight, both of you just wanted to reschedule it completely but knew you couldn't put it off for long. She was only six months for a single month.

You turned on the AC. It was freezing. Both you and Ethan were practically shivering, trying to stay awake. You jokingly tried to give Rose a sip of coffee (which Ethan swatted out of your hands)

You put her in a different outfit to pretend it was a new day. She continued to be confused

You gave her a bath, which killed like an hour more or less.

But she was slowly starting to become harder to keep awake. At closer to 5, only a couple more hours to go, it was nearly impossible. One of you had to be holding her standing up, watching her eyes, just to make sure they were open.

"We should've taken shifts," you muttered, laying on the couch. Ethan yawned. He was still wearing his pajama sweats and tshirt, tricking your mind into thinking you should be climbing into bed.

"You would've gone insane," he commented. You groaned.

"Me?"

"Yes. You." You rolled your eyes and sat up. Your limbs were so heavy.

"We could leave at 6."

"One of us has to keep her awake in the backseat."

"I call driving."

needless to say, it was the soundest all three of you slept when you got home. Rose was fine by the way. It eased both of your nerves to know.

your house, which had been so loud for 12 hours, was finally silent with the sound of sleeping breaths

[newtonsheffield]

As you make a so sweet headcanon for katie and her Poppy Sharma, can we see a little cute moment between baby kaitie and him???

MmmK, lets see Kate with her Poppy

"Popppyyyyyyy."

He smiled to himself as his granddaughter's tiny voice called into the hallway the second the front door flew open, her tiny feet stamping down the hall.

"Katieeeee." He called back, nudging his wife out of the way to duck down behind the counter.

His wife shook her head, "Honestly, Nalan."

He heard Kate's boots clattering down the hallway, the same ones she'd run up to show him a month ago, a wide smile on her face.

"Poppy! Mary bought me boots!"

He'd smiled at his son's new girlfriend, who was loitering nervously by the door, "I like them, little one. They're nice."

Kate had grinned, running back to stand next to Mary so their shoes touched, "They're the same as hers, Poppy!

"I can see that." His heart had swelled as he'd watched Kate slide her hand into Mary's and the young woman had crouched in front of her, straightening Kate's jumper.

"We go together now, right?"

"We go together."

Kate hadn't taken them off since.

The boots squeaked into the tiled floor in the kitchen, and he heard her pull up short. "Granny, where's Poppy?"

He bit back a smile, as his wife sighed, "I'm not sure, darling."

He listened as Kate sighed, "Poppy! Where are you?!"

He waited for her to draw closer, not even bothering to fight the happiness bubbling in his chest and just as she was about to round the counter he leapt up with a roar, catching her under the armpits and lifting her into the air.

"There's my peanut!"

"Poppy!" She giggled, her tight curls bouncing as he grinned up at him.

She reminded him so much of Tharman as a little boy, who'd been all giggles, kindness and tears over a squirrel with a hurt leg. He'd thought that the minute he'd found his son in tears in a hospital room all alone, clutching the little girl to his chest.

"I don't know what to do Appa."

He'd nodded, his chest aching as he imagined living without his own wife. "You love your little girl as best you can. That's all you can do now."

They all loved Kate, truly, his heart thumped in his chest every time he saw his tiny granddaughter.

"Sorry, we're a little early." Mary cleared her throat standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Tharman's meeting us here. I wanted to knock but she just-"

"You don't need to knock." He nodded along with his wife. "Come over here and help me."

"Popppyyyyy." Kate hummed as she settled on his hip.

"Yes, katieeeeee." He teased, kissing her cheek.

"Can we play snap?" She grinned at him, cute as a button in a tiny version of a shirt from Mary's last tour, clearly specially made in Kate's size.

He pretended to think about it for a long moment before he whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe, but I think we should sneak out for ice cream first!"

Kate gasped loudly, then looked around, whispering even louder than he had been "Okay, but we'll have to be sneaky."

He grinned at her, "Okay, you hide behind me and we'll sneak out."

He put her down, chuckling as she ducked behind him, clinging to his legs as he cleared his throat, "I've just remembered we don't have any milk."

He walked backwards towards he door as his wife sighed, and Mary bit back a smile pretending not to notice as Kate slipped out behind him.

Kate giggled and he couldn't help but giggle with her as he scooped her up and put her on his shoulders, snatching his wallet off the dresser as he passed. They spilled out onto the street just as Tharman's car pulled to the curb.

"Uh, oh." Kate sighed as her father got out of the car, his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what he was seeing.

"Where are you two going?"

"Run Poppy!" Kate squeaked and without another thought he took off running towards the ice cream shop, with his son's voice calling out behind him.

"At least only let her have one scoop, Dad! She'll not want dinner!"

"Don't listen, Katie. Poppy'll get you two scoops."

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

My dad used to read Snow White to me as a bedtime story when I was a kid, so I asked him this:

Kate: "Why does the Queen want to kill Snow White?"

Dad: "Hm? I think it's about pride, vanity, and wanting to be number one."

I remember that his answer didn't add up.

I had a feeling that the root of her desire was something darker and heavier, something that made her want to take her life no matter the cost.

But I still have no idea what it was all about.

Alfons: "I apologize for interrupting your lover's time."

Alfons: "Please don't mind me. Go ahead and flirt to your heart's content."

Kate: "I've said it many times, but we're just "pretending" to be lovers!"

That night I learned a secret I shouldn't have known, and Victor, the queen's aide, offered me to become a fairy tale writer for one month.

------------Flashback------------

Victor: "The fairy tale writer's job is to document them. That means you need to understand them better."

Victor: "So, Kate. Here is my first task for you."

Victor: "Choose one of the crown members and spend a day as their lover. Yay!"

---------Flashback Ends---------

It was Alfons who reached out to me when I was having trouble deciding who to choose.

(He asked me to pick Elbert.)

I glanced at Elbert, sitting next to me.

Elbert, a man of few words and the most passive member of the crown, seemed far removed from any malice or sin.

I agreed to Alfons' proposal, thinking I'd be safe with Elbert.

Alfons: "Pretending or not, you guys are still lovers. El, make sure you escort her, okay?"

Elbert: "Yeah, I know."

(Alfons said he was like a servant to Elbert.)

(But from an outsider's perspective, they look like close friends.)

Elbert: "Rest assured, I won't make you feel uncomfortable."

Kate: "I really hope you don't mind. I apologize for intruding on your schedule."

The two were scheduled to attend a party hosted by a certain noble family today and are now on their way to the mansion.

Alfons: "Well, it's not a mission, so let's take it easy."

Alfons: "The only thing I'm worried about is that El's greed might get out of control again."

Kate: "Out of control?"

Alfons: "El has a nasty habit of wanting anything others deem beautiful."

Alfons: "Since we're going to a party where glamorous aristocrats dressed up in their finery and pride, you'll have to take the reins today, Kate."

(I have a bad feeling about this, but...)

Kate: "I'll do my best to understand Elbert better."

Alfons: "Oh dear, how brave."

Elbert: "............"

Elbert has been looking out the window wistfully the whole time.

(The word “fairest” really fits him.)

(But why does he look so sad?)

His usual melancholy eyes seemed to be even cloudier today.

(Elbert is a man of few words and doesn't seem to express much emotion.)

(I should keep an eye on him to understand what his feelings and thoughts are.)

Host Nobleman: "Hey, hey. I didn't expect you to bring a woman, Count Greetia!"

Elbert: "..........."

Alfons: "Thank you for the invitation, Graham."

Graham, the host aristocrat, greeted us, looking gobsmacked.

(Judging from Elbert and Alfons' attitude, they aren't close.)

(Maybe they're just acquaintances.)

Graham: "I bet today's party will be a blast."

Elbert: "I'm not gonna do anything. I'll behave."

Graham: "You don't understand. You sure will stand out by just standing there. You, what's your name?"

Kate: "Nice to meet you. My name is Kate."

Graham: "Hold on, I've seen you in the theater before. You know, last month's Love Potion."

Kate: "Huh? Yes, I saw that play last month."

Graham: "I knew it! You like to go to the theater? Then we have a lot to talk about."

(Whoa there, Mister.)

Graham suddenly leaned closer.

Elbert: "Could you please not get too close to her?"

(Huh?)

For some reason, Elbert stepped in front of me protectively.

(Elbert?)

Graham: "Oh, come on. It's not like she's your lover."

Elbert: "She is."

Elbert: "She's my lover, so please leave her alone."

Kate: "!?"

Interrupting to protect me from Graham, Elbert abruptly declared.

(You don't have to go that far in pretending to be my lover.)

Stunned, I stared at Elbert's profile as he protected me.

Elbert: "..........."

His expression was so serious, even hostile, that my heart skipped a beat.

Alfons: "Well, well."

Graham: "I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to look so uncomfortable."

Elbert's hand gently held my shoulder to shield me from his curious gaze.

(He's so close.)

Elbert: "Let's go, Kate."

Kate: "O-Okay."

I curtsied to Graham and stepped toward the entrance as he urged me to.

(Maybe he did that because Alfons told him to escort me properly.)

We made our way down the hallway, still a little nervous about being hugged on the shoulder.

When we arrived, Alfons suddenly stopped.

Alfons: "As much as I'd love to see this interesting development, I have to go and see a friend."

Alfons: "We'll split up from here. El, take this with you, just in case.

Elbert: "Yeah."

Alfons handed Elbert something and quickly walked away.

(I wonder what it is. It looks like a key.)

Elbert: "I'm sorry if what I said was offensive."

Kate: "-----!"

A sad murmur brought my attention back to my partner, and Elbert's hand, which had been holding my shoulder, gently pulled away.

Kate: "It's fine. I was a little surprised, but why did you do that?"

Elbert: "Because you're my lover."

(I feel like there's another reason for it.)

(But I should probably pretend to agree with that reason.)

Kate: "You take the word "lover" very seriously."

Elbert: "..........."

Elbert: "..........."

(Oh, he smiled.)

The faint smile made my heart flutter for a moment.

Elbert: "That's right. So tonight, please don't eat or drink anything except what I hand you."

Kate: "Huh?"

Elbert: "And don't walk away from me. Make sure you're by my side."

Elbert: "You're allowed to go somewhere, but don't go anywhere other than where I tell you."

(Wait, what?)

I couldn't hide my confusion as he threw one restriction after another.

Elbert: "Can my lover please do as I say?"

Kate: “Um… Okay.”

Pressured, I nodded involuntarily.

(He's acting like there's danger, but Alfons said it's not a mission.)

Kate: "Um, what am I supposed to do?"

Elbert: "Our goal is just to attend, so nothing special."

Elbert: "Don't worry about the others. Just be there for me as my lover."

People gazed at us as we proceeded through the doorway and into the hall.

(Elbert's beauty stands out even more when he's surrounded by posh people.)

It was clear from the gathered gazes and whispers that I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Gorgeous Lady: "His dazzling golden hair and blue eyes! He looks like he came out of a painting."

Jewel-clad lady: "Oh, he's looking at me!"

Gentleman with a cigar: "Even the gorgeous decorations fade away when he's in the room."

(He's really popular.)

I watched Elbert as people approached to greet him.

(Everyone is praising him.)

Elbert: "............."

The more they praised him, the sadder his expression became.

(Also...)

Noble lady: “Lord Elbert, you look beautiful today.”

Elbert: “Yeah.”

For some reason, some of the people who approached him wanted to touch his body.

They would touch his shoulder, arm, and chest for a split second as if to mark him, making him so vulnerable.

(Why doesn’t he reject it, brush it off, or step away?)

Every time they touched him, his expression darkened.

(He looks hurt, but why don’t the people who touch him notice?)

Elbert: “...........”

(I’m pretending to be his lover, so I guess I’m allowed to do this.)

Kate: “Elbert. I could use some air.”

Elbert: “What?”

Kate: “Will you accompany me?”

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

[krikeymate]

So I was thinking the other day, and I remembered that one of the only things we know about Christina Carpenter is that she travels for work.

I also happened to remember that New York is one of the most popular destinations for people to travel to for business.

I don't think Christina would actively seek out Sam and Tara if she were in New York, and vice versa. But this is also the Carpenters we're talking about, and with Sam and Tara's luck it's almost a guarantee that they would run each other.

Tara runs into her first. At a bar. We're 5-6 months post-6 and Sam's working a last-minute night shift. Tara's not been sleeping well the past few days, a resurgence of nightmares that she's keeping hidden, triggered by the release of a book on the attacks. Not Gale this time, she actually tried to get it blocked, just a rookie police officer who had the fortune to be involved in all the crime scenes. He's making bank on their misfortune.

She needed a drink, and to not be alone. She thought about calling Chad or Mindy, but they're back home for spring break and they've been having a good time, she doesn't want to spoil their mood. She thought about knocking on Danny's door, but couldn't bring herself to do it, it felt too weird. Running to her sister's boyfriend who she barely knows because she's lonely? That's pathetic. Gale, Kirby, Sidney? They're Sam's friends and support system really, and Sam deserves something that's just hers.

So here she is, drinking alone at a bar, when she meets eyes with a very familiar woman across the room. Oh you have got to be kidding me.

Her mother is here. In New York. Drinking. Right Here, Right Now. What are the chances? Tara looks away and hopes she didn't- nope, she's coming over, she saw me. Fuck.

"Darling," she croons. Oh, we're at that level of drunk are we, the part where she pretends she loves me.

"What are you doing here?" Tara doesn't even bother greeting her, her words are sharp and short.

"Can't a mother just come to see her daughter?" The statement is insincere, dripping with falseness. A million things sit on the tip of Tara's tongue, you have two daughters, remember?; you're not a mother; you're parked out at a bar despite knowing where we live; you're not here for us and I know it. In the end she says nothing, downing the remains of her drink and slipping off the barstool.

As she walks away she hears her mother call out to her. "You've always been ungrateful, you can't even spare 5 minutes for your mother?" Tara returns home feeling worse than before.

~

Sam's doing the grocery shopping when she spots her across the aisle. She's staring at the wine like it holds the secrets to the universe. Maybe it does, maybe that's why she's always spent so much time at the bottom of a bottle. Then Sam snaps out of it and remembers she's in New York, not Woodsboro, and that her mother should not be here. She quickly turns and collides with another shopper. She mutters apologies and hopes she escaped notice. She did not.

"Samantha."

You've gotta be kidding me.

Her mother approaches, and Sam sighs, letting out a weary "hello mom, what are you doing here?" Christina tuts, displeased with her words, as usual.

"So rude. Tara was the same. She's really developed an attitude since you came back, she used to be such a good girl." Sam does her best to keep her face blank, to not react to her words. Tara hasn't mentioned anything about their mother recently, let alone speaking to her, then again, she hasn't mentioned much of anything at all. She's been spending spring break moping around the apartment, something that just 6 months ago would have been a relief, for Sam to know where she was all the time. Now it's a concern.

She ignores the dig at herself, but won't let the slight against her sister go uncontested. "Tara is a wonderful person and if she had an attitude with you, I'm sure it was for a good reason."

Her mother scoffs. "Yes, you would say that, wouldn't you. So, aren't you going to invite me around? I would like to see where my wayward daughters are squatting these days."

Sam has the strong urge to tell her mother to fuck off, but bites her tongue instead. She speaks in as polite a tone as possible, "another time maybe. I've got a lot of things to do today."

Christina glances down at the grocery cart, eyes roving over the contents. She hums, picking up the carton of ice cream. "This is what you're feeding your sister is it? No wonder she's getting fat."

Sam snatches it back from her hands and throws it back down into the cart. She snarls out a "goodbye mother" and stalks off before she gives in to the urge to start throwing punches.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

When Theo and Adam materialized in Theo’s bedroom, the first thing Theo did was bolt to the door.

"Dad! Adam's staying for dinner! We're going to play video games. Tell us when dinner is ready."

Theo closed the door and leaned heavily against it, gathering his thoughts. Did he really hear Adam correctly before they left? Was this just a trick of his brain after thinking so intensely about confessing his feelings to Adam? There were spells where you could attempt to sway someone's opinion by focusing intensely while near them, but Theo hadn't finished that chapter of his textbook yet. Adam's feelings were probably genuine if that was what he'd actually said.

"You love me?" he asked breathlessly, watching every part of Adam's face for clues of his sincerity. When Adam sheepishly nodded, Theo released the breath he'd been holding onto. "I love you too! I mean, I like you. Like like you. My aunt says that you should never say the word love until you're in your thirties or if a guy's rich. But if I were to say it to you, it would be true."

"That makes sense, I think," Adam replied, reaching for Theo's hand once more. "I don't think you should really use your aunt’s advice given her own relationships, but I get it. We like each other then. Like like."

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Theo blurted out, caught up in the rush of reciprocated feelings. When Adam nodded, Theo wrapped his arms around him. "You're my boyfriend."

Adam laughed, suddenly free from the worry he'd been carrying with him for so long. 

"You're my boyfriend too. Can…should we….?"

The warlock trailed off, pulling away far enough to line his lips with Theo's. He leaned in for a kiss, only to bump into Theo's nose instead.

"Sorry, I've never really…."

Theo beamed despite the awkwardness. Adam wanted to kiss him. Kissing Medora had been okay, but this was Adam, the boy he'd been crushing on since he'd first learned about crushes. 

"Let me show you how," Theo replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think I've got the basics down."

Theo reached for Adam's chin, pulling his face close enough to brush their lips together. 

His lips are soft, just like Medora's. Better than Medora's. This is all I ever wanted and I can't believe it's happening.

Every part of Theo seemed to be blazing with passion. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Adam was here in his arms and eagerly kissing him just like every fantasy he'd ever had. How had his parents ever gotten bored of this feeling and had affairs? Kissing Adam was like holding onto lightning, feeling it radiate throughout his body, leaving him numb to any other sensation.

"I'm glad you two have finally figured things out. It was getting ridiculous."

Adrienne picked up a fire truck from under Theo's bed and waved it around without a care for the other two people in the room.

"Rien? What are you doing in my room?" Theo gasped, immediately pushing away from Adam in horror. "Who else is here spying on me? Luci? Saturnia?"

Theo's sister rolled her eyes, continuing to play with the toy in her hand.

"No one cares about you and your boyfriend, stupid," she teased. "I'm just here to make sure you two didn't mess this up and drag everyone through another week of your stupid pining. Luci thought it was going to be at least another month at the rate you two were going."

"Get out of my room," Theo demanded, his face feeling red hot suddenly. He wasn't sure if it was embarrassment, anger or just repressed feelings finally breaking free, but the last thing Theo needed was his little sister teasing him. "Adam and I were having a moment. Alone."

"Ha! Just wait until I tell Dad that you're upstairs kissing a boy in your bedroom," Adrienne laughed, watching as her brother's face turned pale.

"You wouldn't! Rien, come on! What do you want?"

Adrienne pretended to think seriously about the request and laughed.

"I think I can forget that I saw anything in exchange for one of those charmed crystals I saw you writing about the other day," she said. "And your dessert tonight."

"Rien, I was writing about those crystals for an exam," Theo whined. "I don't know how to make them! What possible use could you even have for one? They're used for dark summoning."

"It doesn't matter what I want it for," Adrienne laughed, still playing with her brother's truck. "I want one and you want to keep Dad from murdering you for kissing boys in your bedroom."

"I'll get one," Adam said, interrupting the glares the siblings were giving each other before Roman came up to get the kids for dinner and the damage was already done. "My dad's head of the council and my sister is marrying the queen of Pleasantview. If they don't have one, no one would. I just need the weekend to ask them for one. Do we have a deal?"

Adam winked at his new boyfriend, ending Theo's opposition before it could start. There was no way Adam could convince his father or sister to give an object capable of dark magic to an eleven year old. She wouldn't even know what to do with it anyway, which meant that she'd never recognize a fake. All he had to do was ask a witch from the Crystal Cove coven to make a replica that lit up or something and Adrienne wouldn't even notice.

"And Theo's dessert," Adrienne reminded him. "Dad's making cupcakes."

"What? That's not fair! I love cupcakes!"

"We have a deal," Adam interrupted, extending his hand for Adrienne to shake. "Thanks for keeping our secret."

Adam leaned against Theo, wrapping him in his arms as comfortably as if he had been doing it for years. The closer he got, the less Theo seemed to care about his sister's demands.

"You can have my cupcake," Adam promised.”If your dad made enough for all of us, that is. I didn’t ask in advance if I was allowed to stay for supper, but if I get one, it’s yours.”

Adam smiled and for the first time in his life, Theo didn’t mind losing his dessert to his little sister.

“Okay.”