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zemosreader · 4 years ago

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let's make it official ⎛ oneshot ⎠

MAIN PAIRING: Natasha x reader.

summary: Natasha and you have been friends with benefits but that doesn’t stop you both developing feelings for each other. an emotional morning and a trip to your dream destination results in a very important question that will change your relationship for years to come.

warnings: none.

word count: 2.1k

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It was the first day off from work that you had had in a long time and your only plan was to relax with Natasha. But you woke up to find your sort of girlfriend was no longer lying next to you. You had been forced to finally take a holiday from your job and had been glad that it lined up with when you girlfriend was going to be free. You weren’t in what could be classified as an official relationship, but it was time that you both finally made a decision as to what you were. If you would just continue to be friends with benefits or if you would make it official.

Well at least that had been the plan, but instead Natasha had surprised you by having two bags sitting packed at the front door once you had made your way into the living room from your bedroom. You recognised one of the bags as your own travel bag, but you had no idea as to why Natasha would have taken it or why it would be sitting at the front door. You had thought that Natasha was home from work for a few weeks. But if Natasha had two bags packed and at the door already, did that mean that she was ready for this to be over with? Was Natasha heading back home to the Avengers tower early as well?

“Morning love,” you startled at Natasha's sweet voice as you stood staring at the bags at the front. You hadn’t even realised that she had been in the kitchen making you each a cup of coffee. It surprised you so much that you couldn’t stop the surprise from flooding through you as you looked at your girlfriend who was staring at you in return. “What’s wrong, love?” And that was the Natasha that you had fallen head over heels for. The Natasha that was caring and always tried to make sure that those she cared about were okay and would go out of her way to do so.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you answered with your voice just above a whisper as you looked down at the ground. You didn’t know how to process what you thought was going to happen. It hadn’t occurred to you just how attached you had gotten to your relationship with Natasha, and in some ways the thought of it ending made you feel like you did back in your first year at Shield when you had no friends and didn’t know what to do.

“Love,” Natasha's voice was closer than you had expected it to be. “Look at me, please,” she requested from behind you, and the softness and worry in Natasha's voice forced you to look up and turn towards the redhead. You couldn’t stop your heart from breaking as you finally met her gaze.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” you repeated as you tried to stop your voice from cracking. But it was difficult to prevent it from happening. The last thing you expected was for Natasha's hand to gently graze your cheek and then gently hold you. It was more intimate than you thought it would ever be when Natasha realised that she didn’t want to be with you any longer.

“I’m not leaving, love. I’m not leaving you, I promise,” Natasha replied as she pushed your hair out of your face. It was gentle and loving, and it was everything that you needed in that moment to stop yourself from breaking. But if it turned out that Natasha did leave you, you were positive that it would break you. “Why did you think that I was leaving?” Natasha asked as she pulled you into a tight hug, it was reassuring and pushed the little parts of your heart that had broken back together. There were still cracks there, but it was reassuring.

Despite the fact that Natasha was doing a pretty good job of reassuring you that she wasn’t leaving, you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally answer for fear that your voice would crack and you would start to cry. So instead, you just lifted your hand and pointed towards the bags sitting at the front door.

“Oh, Love, it was supposed to be a surprise,” Natasha laughed as she leaned back so that she could see your face. “We both work so hard, and I wanted to take you away for the week so that we can just relax and have some fun. I’m not going anywhere without you, I promise,” Natasha assured you as she pulled you into a tighter hug but it was clear that you were finally relaxing, and that made her relax as well. The red head could be tough and strong most of the time, but you were lucky enough to get to witness the soft side of the Black Widow, and that was exactly what this was.

“Where are we going?” you finally asked after you had stood in Natasha's embrace and just allowed yourself to be and feel calm and relaxed. It was only once you had calmed down and actually enjoyed the comfort that Natasha was offering you realised that you probably shouldn’t have worried so much. Afterall, Natasha was not the type of person who would just leave without any warning at all.

“That’s a surprise. Why don’t we have breakfast and then you can get ready so we can go?” Natasha suggested before she took your hand and started to lead you over to the kitchen table where there was toast and a spread of breakfast foods for the two of you. It wasn’t romantic in the typical sense of the word, you knew that, but it was perfect for both of you. It was what made your relationship sweet, not that you needed to be in a relationship that everyone else saw as being right, but that you could just be who you wanted to be.

It was only hours later that you gasped as you looked around at the landscape surrounding you. You had never expected that you would get a chance to walk around and see this. You had been a teenager the first time that you thought that you were going to die. You had fought with Shield before you had even finished your education, and whilst you had travelled around the world these past few years, you had never had a chance to really enjoy it at all. And that is why this was so special.

New York was gorgeous, but there was too much blood that had been shed over the town and that stopped you from being able to enjoy it. You couldn’t look at the streets back home without the memories of all that you and your friends had been through flooding your mind. That is why you loved this trip. It had gorgeous scenery that made you smile and feel at peace without the memories of Shield, Avengers and Hydra.

This vacation hadn’t been something that you had expected. You spent most of your days either working on once again establishing Shield as something new and Hydra free, or you were working on your training. You had realised your first year with Shield that you couldn’t fight every enemy but you could make sure that you could keep yourself safe if it came to it. But all of that took up so much of your time that you didn’t really have a chance to do much without having to worry about your own life.

You looked over towards your girlfriend who was standing watching you. In that moment, in that setting, surrounded by something so exciting, you saw what you wanted in life, you saw what you wanted most. You wanted this, moments of happiness with no worries. Moments where you could just be.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked as you walked up to your girlfriend. The sight in front of you just made you smile. Natasha was standing in front of a historical windmill in one of the places that you had always wanted to visit, Kinderdijk Windmills, but the sun was shining on her and the landscape and it made you smile so much. It was so picturesque that you couldn’t stop the little flutter that rushed through you, that flutter of love and excitement.

“Of course I am, love,” Natasha's reply only caused your smile to grow. You had worried that the Black Widow wouldn’t enjoy it as she had insisted that you could pick what your first activity in the Netherlands was. You knew it was nerdy and geeky and probably not all that romantic but you had never had a chance to visit the Kinderdijk Windmills and you were more than happy to let Natasha pick every other activity that you did. “But I wouldn't be enjoying myself nearly as much without you by my side, my love.”

That sentence had been exactly what you needed to hear as you reached out and took Natasha's hand in your own. The two of you slowly started to walk along the walkway that ran past all of the windmills. They were magnificent in their size and presence. In a way they appeared to be completely unmoving, just stuck there no matter what was thrown at them, but that also made sense given what their job was.

“I was meant to come here with mum and dad, that week when Loki attacked,” you finally said after you had walked around the museum and were now sitting on a grassy area not the far away from the windmills just watching some of them turn gently in the wind. It was causing both your own and Natasha's hair to blow around and occasionally hit you in the face, but you loved the way that it gave you an excuse to brush it away from her face. “We were meant to leave the day before, and I helped them to plan the trip.”

You looked off into the distance wistfully. There were days when you missed your parents more than anything and you wished that you had never survived the allien attack. Today was a bittersweet day like that. You were glad to have finally seen the Kinderdijk windmills but it broke your heart as well.

“I know, love. I’m just glad that you’re enjoying it,” Natasha's reply was soft and sweet, as was the way that she pulled you in against her side before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. It was intimate but it was also like a lazy Sunday morning, quiet and peaceful. “‘There’s something I want to ask you.”

Her words had been unexpected and caused you to pull away. After the emotions of the day, you weren't sure how much more you could handle. Especially given the fact that you had already thought that Natasha was leaving you that morning.

“Yes.” Your voice was weak and fragile but you couldn’t stop it. It was taking everything in you not to just walk away and ignore whatever it was that Natasha wanted to ask you.

“It’s nothing bad. Or I hope it’s nothing bad. I just wanted you to officially be my girlfriend. I want to tell everyone, I want everyone to know that I love you and that we’re together. I already think of you as my girlfriend. So, will you be my girlfriend?” Natasha's question once again caused you to choke up. It was what you wanted but you hadn't expected it. Especially not after your hysterical reaction to the bags sitting at your front door that morning.

It took you a couple of moments during which Natasha began to pull away and look worried, but you forced down the tears that were threatening to boil over. You hated that you were being so emotional, but you hoped that you would get through this without crying.

You took a deep breath. And then you spoke. “Yes, of course I will.”

The kiss that followed was both sweet and passionate. It was full of love, no hints of lust, although that would come later. At that moment you were just enjoying being together, and then later once you had celebrated you would decide on how to let your friends know.

Kinderdijk Windmills and the Netherlands had been important to you because of the fact that it was the last place that you had planned to go with your parents. But now it would hold a new importance of where your relationship with Natasha officially began. And if you had a chance it would be where the two of you would take the next step. But that would not be for years to come.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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That’s Christmas To Me| Julie and The Phantoms Cast

Dream-a-little-bigger-x’s Countdown to Christmas

Day 4

A/N: I got so excited when I saw this one was the next one I had to write! I hope you enjoy! I also wanna thank @calamitykaty, @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic, @vrthngiwnt and @bright-molina for letting me pick your brains and bounce some ideas off of you. I love you loads!

Pairing: Platonic! JATP Cast x fem!reader

Summary: 2022, season 2 was about to be released on Netflix and the cast was invited to promote the show on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. A dream come true. When the host asks them for their favorite holiday memory together, the cast immediately flashes back to that time at the Christmas Markets.

Song(s) used: That’s Christmas To Me - Pentatonix | Happy Xmas (War is Over) - Echosmith ft. Hunter Hayes

Warnings: Spiked hot chocolates, but no one gets drunk and no one drinking is underage.

Words: 3,970

Checking her outfit in the full-length mirror once again, y/n sighed nervously. All dressed out to the max for her very first talk show. Her styling team had outdone themselves once again. The gold flared pants, the white satin button down shirt and the white heels just made her feel so fabulous.

Though she couldn’t deny the fact that she was nervous. She was going on a live show, not any live show, but the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, nonetheless. Her family watched that show religiously every single night. That thought did not calm her down either.

A soft knock made her snap out of her thoughts and turn around to find Madison in the doorway with an excited smile on her face. “You look gorgeous!” she exclaimed excitedly and ran up to her newest best friend, engulfing her into a tight hug.

She was sporting a gray glittery jumpsuit with black pumps strapped on her feet, her makeup done beautifully and her natural curls flowing over her shoulders with bejeweled clips pulling it out of her face.

“So do you!” y/n retorted with the brightest smile she could muster, though Madison could see right through her and squeezed her hands reassuringly. “My heart is thumping.” The words came out in a whisper as though she was telling a secret.

“So is mine, but we can do this. We got each other, okay?”

Y/N and Madison had gotten along straight away the first day y/n came to set. It was nerve-wracking to weasel yourself into a tight group of cast members who’ve already spent two years working together, but they made it so agreeable. The first day, Madison and Owen came up to her and started bombarding her with so many questions about herself and her character. All she knew about the latter was that she’d be Reggie’s love interest and the villain’s niece who worked for him to try and get Reggie, Luke and Alex into his club. Which of course, would not work out as y/n’s character would fall for the bassist too.

The entire cast welcomed her into their group straight away and the whole process became so enjoyable to the point where it just didn’t feel like work anymore. It just felt like spending time with friends and trying to memorize words and songs at the same time. It was weird. But so much fun. And now, they were able to finally promote said season.

“Madison, y/n, time to go,” one of the show runners said to them when he passed y/n’s dressing room. The two girls nodded and after a simultaneous deep inhale and exhale of stress, they made their way to the hallway where the boys were waiting.

Charlie and Jeremy offered y/n a wide smile to ease her nerves a little before Charlie held out his hand in front of him. “We got this. Legends on three?” The others nodded and, with a content smile on her face, y/n placed her hand on top of Charlie’s.

“One,” said Charlie.

“Two,” Jeremy and Madison added in unison.

“Three!” Owen and y/n finished and all five their hands went up in the air as they yelled out “Legends!” Though it was scary, y/n knew she had four amazing people that would guide her through it.

“Please, welcome the cast of Julie and The Phantoms!” Jimmy introduced them and, while the Roots played the infamous intro song, the cast walked through the red curtain. Madison and y/n ahead, holding one another’s hands as to not fall in their heels, then followed Charlie, Jeremy and Owen.

The audience cheered and applauded until they sat down and the music faded away. “Welcome, welcome!” Jimmy said excitedly. “Thank you for being here!” The cast beamed at the host, unable to contain their excitement nor nerves.

“Thanks for having us,” said Charlie, the polite Canadian.

“So, exciting news, season two of your show Julie and The Phantoms premieres on Netflix tonight, is that correct?”

“Yes!” all five said, though not quite in unison, and the crowd roared again. Y/N couldn’t hide the smile on her red painted lips as she looked out into the sea of people.

Jimmy turned to the crowd, “If the people at home have never heard of your show, how would you explain it?” His eyes fell on the girl closest to his desk, which was Madison, allowing her to answer the question.

“Uhm… Julie and The Phantoms is about this girl, Julie, who tragically lost her mom and, with it, her love for music. That is until one day, she plays this old CD she finds and out pop these three lovable, dorky ghosts who used to be in a band in the 90’s, called Sunset Curve. They died when they ate bad hot dogs--” the crowd let out a laugh, and it made Madison chuckle too. “Yeah! -- Anyway, and so these boys kind of help her find her love for music again and they form a band, called Julie and The Phantoms as the audience can see the ghosts when they play with Julie. And a lot of things happen and it’s funny and light and cute!”

Jimmy let out a chuckle too, “And now there’s a season 2!” Another cheer erupted from the crowd. “What can you tell us about season 2, Charlie?” he directed the question to the boy next to the newbee.

“A lot happens! We see what happens with Nick and Caleb, and we meet Philippa, Pips, Covington who will stir up some crazy stuff in the boys’ lives, especially Reggie’s,” he explained with a grin. He stirred in his seat a little before placing his arm on the back of the couch, behind y/n’s head. The girl tried not to react to the overwhelmingly amazing scent of sandalwood that emanated from this movement.

Jimmy’s eyes landed on y/n and she was certain that for a moment, he knew what she was thinking, but then he asked her a question instead. “How was it for you, y/n, as the newcomer to the cast? Did they immediately embrace you or did you have trouble being accepted?”

“I hated it--” she replied seriously, but then giggled, “No, I loved it! They were so kind and so welcoming, I immediately felt like I was part of their tight group. It did feel strange at first, I’m not gonna lie. But after a while, coming to work didn’t really feel like working anymore.”

“And your character, Phillipa, was she accepted by the other characters?”

She cleared her throat of any nerves before answering. “Pippa was… well-- she was working for her dead great-uncle, so she had to make sure she was accepted and weasled herself into the friend group pretty quickly. She knew how to get to Reggie especially and thanks to him, got into their friend group.”

“That’s amazing. I’m so excited to watch! My daughters are eight and nine, and they loved season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms. They’re thrilled to see the new season!”

A chorus of “aw”s were shared within the cast as well as throughout the audience.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.” He picked up his cue cards to remind himself of the next bullet point he needed to talk about. “Oh! Since it’s almost Christmas, I like to ask my guests to tell us a fun holiday themed story before I send them off, do you guys have a fun holiday themed story for us?”

The cast exchange glances until Owen asked, “Should we talk about the Christmas market we did last year after filming?” The rest of the cast made sounds of agreement with a few giggles mixed in between.

“Tell us about the Christmas Market!” Jimmy shouted excitedly, almost resembling a five-year-old getting their Christmas presents early.

Owen took the lead on this one. “So, we were all in Vancouver, we had wrapped season 2 and we would soon be going home, but we decided to spend one last night together at a Christmas market in Vancouver city…”

Bundled up in layers of sweaters and a thick coat, y/n trekked through the layer of snow that blanketed to grounds of Vancouver City. She was trying her hardest not to focus on the blistering cold that nipped at her nose but rather on the story Charlie was telling the others in front of her. His voice boomed into the busy streets, along with the others’ laughter.

She always loved the way Charlie told his stories about every wild adventure he’d ever been on and the way Owen quipped back with the wittiest of comebacks. Or how Madison would chime in with her typical Gen Z humor none of the boys understood. Y/N was sure going to miss the entire dynamic of the group when they were back home.

Thousands of lights flickered above y/n’s head as they strolled through the entrance of the infamous Vancouver Christmas Market. She let her eyes take in the beauty whilst her stomach fluttered from excitement. Her love for Christmas Markets had never faltered over the years. It still excited her in the same way it did when she was just a child.

“Can we get a hot chocolate first? I’m freezing!” Savannah suggested, her teeth chattering as she snuggled into her thick scarf. Smiling, y/n hooked her arm around hers and pulled her closer in hopes the warmth of all her layers would help the blonde girl a little.

“I heard they have a unique recipe that only the Christmas Market here ever uses!” Charlie added with a wide grin before leading the gang towards the warm beverage kiosk. It resembled a cabin from a ski resort, decked out all the way with Christmas lights and foliage.

The group stood in front of the kiosk and read the menu to figure out whatever they’d want to drink. “Ooh, that Peppermint Hot Chocolate sounds delish,” Owen said, and when y/n’s eyes landed on the words, her mouth curled up into a smirk.

“We’re going that route tonight, hm?”

The hot chocolate he was talking about was spiked with peppermint schnapps and chocolate liqueur. This sounded right up y/n’s street, and she knew it would warm Savannah up from the inside.

“Follow me or don’t follow me, that’s up to you, but I am taking that route tonight.” Owen rubbed his gloved hands together until the lady inside the kiosk looked up at him, signalling that it was his turn to order. “A peppermint hot chocolate, please.” He sounded way too confident for someone who had just turned 21 that year.

The woman peered over her half-moon glasses, letting her eyes glide from his eyes to his toes before sneering, “ID, please.” Owen’s mouth dropped open and with a lot of cursing underneath his breath, he reached for his wallet.

“Ha! Owen’s getting ID’d!” Charlie cackled, shaking his head. The woman’s eyes darted over to the second boy, giving him the same one-up before raising her eyebrows as if saying “I’m gonna get you too, little boy”.

And she did. She ID’d Charlie too. No one else but Charlie and Owen, which everyone had a good laugh at as they were sipping their hot chocolates, which for three out of ten isn’t spiked.

While Jeremy and Booboo were still teasing the two boys, y/n turned around and let her eyes scan the entire view in front of her. All the pretty lights and the snow whirling to the ground so gracefully and the music floating through the air made the cold more bearable.

A gasp eliciting from Jadah’s tiny body made y/n snap out of her thoughts and turn to the younger cast member. Her eyes were wide and shimmering, looking up at the tall Christmas tree that was towering above their heads with tens of thousands of lights blinking back at them.

“Isn’t that the walk-through Christmas tree?!” she asked, excitedly.

Madison took her hand and, giggling, they weaved through the sea of people towards the one-of-a-kind festive fairyland. Y/N exchanged glances with the rest before they, too, made a beeline towards the tree, dodging people left and right.

“Hey, Owen, are you sure you’re gonna be able to fit?” y/n asked the tall Oklahoman teasingly. The boy’s mouth dropped open, and before she could properly register it, he started chasing her. She ran past Madison and Jadah, and tried to duck behind any other visitor until he eventually picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. The girl shrieked, prior to a giggle.

Jimmy’s voice echoed over y/n’s flashback to the most festive night of that year. “You guys really sound like a close group of friends.”

“Yeah! We are! We’re like a little family!” Charlie replied, dropping the arm that was on the back of the sofa around the girl’s shoulder.

“What happened next?” Jimmy then questioned, curiously. The whole scene almost resembled a toddler listening to his bedtime story.

Jeremy cleared his throat with a chuckle. “Well, if this night were a movie, you’d now have a cute montage of us going through that magical tree and on the carousel like little children.”

“Yeah, you’d see us stuff our faces with churros and pretzels,” y/n added, making Jimmy and the crowd laugh.

“And we got a lot of Christmas shopping done too!” Madison chimed in with a smile. “I actually got everyone’s present when they were right there with me. None of them noticed.”

“Oh, no, I noticed,” y/n replied with a smirk, to which Madison reacted with widened eyes.

“What’s next?!” Jimmy queried. His eyes were glistening as he listened to the cast talk. He just loved their dynamic and how well they got along with one another.

Y/N continued the story as her mind tumbled back into her daydream.

The music had stopped just a few minutes ago, but only now y/n’s ears picked up on the sudden absence. Knitting her eyebrows together, she lifted her eyes to the stage in the corner of the market where singers were carolling minutes ago, and was now completely empty. As the small amount of alcohol made her brain a little woozy, her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip in thought.

“Guys… Should we--Should we go sing a song?” she suggested, causing all of them to look up in surprise. “There’s no one on the stage… Should we?” she pointed at the podium to emphasize what she meant.

As smiles appeared on each of their faces, the group walked up to the stage and grabbed a microphone each. Charlie reached for the acoustic guitar on the stand, but y/n stopped him.

“Let’s do a capella for once?” she told him tenderly.

When his eyes met hers, she felt her lungs expand with the gasp that left her body. How gorgeous could one’s eyes be. But with that one look, the boy also knew what song she wanted to sing. The one song that had been stuck in her head for the past month during filming. And the rest of the crew knew too because when y/n counted them in softly, they all started to sing along. Their voices mingling perfectly and floating throughout the night sky.

“The fireplace is burning bright, shining all on me I see the presents underneath the good old Christmas tree And I wait all night 'til Santa comes to wake me from my dreams Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Savannah locked eyes with y/n and a smile fell to their lips before they looked out to the audience they had assembled with their harmonies reaching across the entire Christmas Market.

“I see the children play outside, like angels in the snow While mom and daddy share a kiss under the mistletoe And we'll cherish all these simple things wherever we may be Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Owen came to stand next to y/n and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they all sang the chorus together, the tall blondie on lead vocals and the others harmonizing in the background.

“I've got this Christmas song in my heart”

“Song in my heart”

“I've got the candles glowing in the dark I'm hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

As though they had prepared the entire performance, Booboo led them into the next verse while the others acted as backing vocals for him. His warm, deep voice sent chills down everyone’s spines, especially of the people in the crowd.

“I listen for the thud of reindeer walking on the roof As I fall asleep to lullabies, the morning's coming soon”

His cast mates then joined in again and together, they sang the chorus once again with Jeremy taking lead this time. While they did, y/n took a hold of Savannah’s gloved hand, squeezing it as they looked at each other with intent in their eyes. Like they meant what they were singing to one another.

“The only gift I'll ever need is the joy of family Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me I've got this Christmas song in my heart”

“Song in my heart”

“I've got the candles glowing in the dark I'm hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

Y/N turned her head to the other side now, locking eyes with Tori and Sacha, and shooting them a wink before they lapsed into the chorus one last time. It felt good to sing with everyone for once. During filming, it was always just a select group of people that got to sing together.

“Oh, the joy that fills our hearts and makes us see Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me I've got this Christmas song in my heart I've got the candles glowing in the dark And then for years to come we'll always know one thing That's the love that Christmas can bring Oh, why? 'Cause that's Christmas to me”

As the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the group shared an intense look, one that said they were always going to be friends. No matter how far away they’ll be from tomorrow on. Even if they don’t get picked up for a third season, they’re always going to be there for each other and be the best of friends forever. The only gift they’ll ever need is the joy of family. And they were family.

“That was so beautiful!” Jimmy exclaimed after they’d told him about everything that had happened that night in a short synopsis. “Now, I believe you’re gonna sing for us now?”

The cast nodded in unison. “Okay, what are you bringing us tonight? The song you sang at the Christmas market?”

Madison giggled, “No, though we love that song, there’s one we collectively think is one of the greatest Christmas songs ever. It’s the ultimate classic Happy Xmas, War is Over by John Lennon.”

“Amazing! You can go get ready!” he gestures to the tiled floor in front of the red curtain where the crew had set up their instruments and five microphones for them. “Catch Julie and The Phantoms season 2 on Netflix from tonight! They’re singing for us now. Madison, y/n, Charlie, Jeremy and Owen, take it away!”

Owen counted them in by slamming his sticks together and then began playing the rhythm of the song. Y/N then chimed in with the jingling of the tambourine before the other boys and Madison joined with their respective instruments. Soon after, Madison’s voice floated through the talk show’s studio.

“So this is Christmas And what have you done Another year over A new one just begun”

When the girls lock eyes, they shoot one another a wink before y/n takes over the next part of the verse.

“And so this is Christmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young”

Then the boys chime in, their voices mingling as they linger in the air for everyone to hear and enjoy. Y/N lets her eyes dart over to Charlie, who’s already looking at her with a smile on his face.

“A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fears”

The others shut up, giving Charlie the floor now. He really was born to be a rockstar. The way he just owned the stage and looked like an absolute legend, singing his heart out and playing his guitar like a pro. And he’d only started learning when he was on season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms.

“And so this is Christmas For weak and for strong The rich and the poor ones The world is so wrong”

For a split second, he locked eyes with y/n again as she took over and faced the audience with a smile, still working her little tambourine for the extra jingles. Somehow, this just felt like one of their jam sessions during rehearsals and not at all like it was a live broadcast on national television.

“And so happy Christmas For black and for white Ooh, for everyone Let's stop all the fights”

Their voices mingled together again, and, in a boost of confidence, y/n grabbed the mic from its stand and walked over to Jeremy, rocking out with him as he shredded on the bass.

“A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fears”

The music slowed down, and while Madi, Owen and Jeremy took care of the soft backing vocals, y/n walked over to Charlie and sang the lines to one another, never breaking eye contact.

“And so this is Christmas And what have we done Another year over A new one just begun”

The music picked back up. Madison took over this time, and while y/n worked her tambourine, she danced her way towards the Latina girl with a smile plastered on her face.

“And so happy Christmas We hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young”

She then turned to Owen as he took over on the next part. He shot her a quick wink whilst his mouth curled up on one side. “A very merry Christmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear”

Each taking their turn, starting with Owen, they all sang a part of the backing vocals while the boys and Madison played the instrumental intermezzo. “Merry Christmas”

“So this is Christmas”

“War is over now”

Returning back to her spot, y/n placed her mic on the stand again, and along with the others, sang the very last lines of the song.

“War is over If you want it It’s over now”

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause while the band assembled in the middle of the stage. Charlie grabbed y/n’s hand and gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. All five of them together took a bow before exchanging knowing glances.

This time around, they knew they were going to see each other tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that as they were doing all the promo they could. It felt a lot more reassuring than it did that day at the Christmas Market when they had no clue when they’d see each other again. Though all of them knew that this was still the only gift they’ll ever need. Their little found family.

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𝐅𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"𝙵𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍..."

Pairing: Jungkook/Plus Size Reader Word count: 8.1k Warnings: size kink, body worship, spanking, switch!jk, oral sex (f), finger fucking, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: any and all teasing directed at Jungkook in this fic is merely friendly banter. i DO NOT believe any of the boys have a problem with plus size girls, and they do not in this fic either. any teasing is simply banter directed at Jungkook to make him shy and blush. they would tease him just the same if he had a thing for girls with piercings etc.

in no way are any of the comments made meant to hurt or offend anyone. this fic was written in the hope that it would boost some people’s confidence and be inclusive of larger framed girls (like myself!)

"Seriously, you want to watch this again?" Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Jungkook excitedly presses play on the remote, sitting back down on the couch between Yoongi and Jimin with his bowl of mixed candies.

"You're obsessed," Yoongi states with a monotonous groan.

"It's a good movie though, Jin hyung; back me up!" Jungkook tries to gather support from his hyung. Luckily, Jin was also a fan. In fact, it was he who insisted the group watch it to begin with.

"I'm with you, Jimin. I love it. Remember when we played Wembley in July? I had to do Freddie's thing!" Jin slaps his knee as he laughs at himself, the others smiling and shaking their heads at their elder.

Yes, the boys had been coerced into watching Jungkook's favourite movie, Bohemian Rhapsody, for the nth time. He was mesmerised by Queen, completely in awe of Freddie's stage presence and his ability to control a crowd, but also by the way he had dealt with all his demons and never showed it professionally. He often repeated the show must go on in his head in times of stress or hardship.

Scene after scene played out on the screen, song after song that Jungkook sang along to, word for English word. He knew them all; he'd listened to them enough. He understood now how international army had the patience to learn their lyrics when they didn't speak Korean; when you love something enough, you'll find the patience it takes.

And while the others had protested originally at the thought of watching this damn movie again, by the end, they were all feeling that same inspiring emotion elicited by watching Freddie prancing around at Live Aid, knowing full well he was dying. Both Jin and Jimin had joined Jungkook in wiping away tears before they had fallen, whilst Taehyung hadn't bothered to hide them. The poor boy was sobbing as he clutched onto Namjoon's arm.

"I never get tired of this, damn," Jungkook smiled.

"What's your favourite song then, Kookie?" Jin asked. Jungkook thought for a moment, musing over the various tracks he knew and loved so well, until he settled on one.

He wasn't sure he should tell the truth, it'd be easier to say it was Bohemian Rhapsody or Another One Bites The Dust, because he knew he'd be made fun of for his real favourite. The song that hypnotised him into lewd imagery in his head that he so badly wished he could experience. The song that, quite frankly, played up to one of his biggest fantasies.

"Fat Bottomed Girls," he had said timidly, avoiding eye contact from his hyungs for fear of their reaction.

Hoseok broke the silence that followed, unable to contain his giggles. Damnit, Jungkook thought, I knew I should have lied...

Namjoon nodded in understanding, smirking to himself at the admission. Tae barely paid attention, still trying to calm himself. Bless him, he never could get a hold of himself once he started to cry... Yoongi barely reacted, a simple "hmm," escaping.

"It's a damn good song," Jimin agreed, slow clapping with approval.

"It is, a big butt is appreciated in this christian household," Jin laughed, but he meant what he said sincerely. He loved a large, perky butt.

Jungkook however, loved a little more than that...

"Aw Kookie, you're blushing. Someone's got a thing for a big girl, huh?" Hoseok continued to laugh, never meaning any harm of course but teasing the younger like he would a little brother.

It was true though, Jungkook loved big girls. He was hypnotised by them; just how their bodies moved, the little jiggle of their curves with every step... He dared to imagine how a big girl would feel under his touch; the squish of her flesh, able to grab handfuls of her as he worships her from head to toe. The ripple of flesh as he'd spank her bare behind, fucking into her from behind... The after-sex cuddles, nuzzling into her soft, warm flesh so comfortably. God, he loved the thought.

The boys teased Jungkook mercilessly after that evening; even when he had thought they may have forgotten about it. Nothing would be mentioned for a few weeks, until a larger girl was walking past their table in a restaurant, or a big girl appeared on their television; it gave each member ammo to tease poor Kookie until he was a brilliant shade of beetroot.

His hyungs never meant to upset him, and they certainly had nothing against anybody who was plus sized, nor did they ever mock anyone for their weight. They knew, of course, that beauty goes much deeper; but it was so fun to watch Jungkook blush.

Weeks passed since his half-admission, and Jungkook still adored the song that triggered his fantasies. Every time it came on shuffle, his mind was filled with images of beautiful big girls, dancing to it in a bar with their friends, singing to it at karaoke, humming it whilst cooking breakfast for the him after a long, hot steamy night, moaning out sinful expletives to it as it played as he ravaged them...

"JUNGKOOK!" Namjoon banged on his bedroom door, scaring the shit out of him as he lay on his bed, palming himself through his sweats to the song and his imagination. "Stop jacking off to the Michelin man and get out here." Shit.

Jungkook paused the music on his stereo and waited a moment in order to conceal the very obvious hard on he had given himself with his own imagination, and made his way out to the living room, dragging his feet in a sulk.

"What?" he grunted.

"Pleasant greeting, especially seeing as we're about to give you your birthday present," Jin scoffed, an envelope in his hand.

"S-sorry... Birthday present? It's not for a week?" he rubbed the back of his neck, confused and still slightly groggy from his earlier states of consumed lust.

"Yeah but, we need to give it to you now..." Jin held the envelope out in front of him, and the younger gladly took it, opening at as the rest of the boys looked on in anticipation for his reaction.

"No way..." his eyes widened, reading over the words on the page over and over. "London?! We're going to LONDON?!"

"Yeah, all of us. We've never really done any real touristy things there, and well, seeing as you're totally obsessed with Queen we thought you might like to spend some time where they came from? Visit some of their history, if you will?" Namjoon smiled, giddy with glee at the younger's happiness.

"I'd love to, yeah. Whoa... London," his eyes gleamed with joy as he continued to stare at the plane tickets in hand. "We leave tomorrow? Jesus it's so sudden."

"Yeah, so you should get packing. Two weeks, Kookie, Pack for two weeks," Tae shooed him back into his room. Jungkook went to turn, but decided to run at the group and pull them all into a ridiculous and awkward seven-way hug.

"This is awesome, thank you so much."

The brothers loved seeing him so excited, each wishing him an early happy birthday and patting him on the back or ruffling his hair.

And then Jungkook scurried back off to his room to find an empty suitcase and stuff it in the most chaotic organised mess known to man.

***

Jungkook spent days dragging the boys through London to different spots of significance to queen's legacy, giddily jumping from target to target. Along the way, they hit up bars, a couple of typical tourist spots, but the majority of the time was spent doing what Jungkook wanted; this was his birthday trip, after all.

But today, was Jungkook's birthday. And the boys had something... planned.

9pm rolled around, and the boys had eaten and gone back to their hotel rooms, telling Jungkook to dress up relatively smart ready for a night out.

Where, he had no idea. But he trusted his brothers, and knew whatever it was would be fun.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror in the ensuite of his room, Jungkook was pleased with his outfit. His black jeans clung to his muscled thighs, the maroon silk shirt he was wearing tucked into the waistband with the top two buttons undone, revealing a little skin and a gold key pendant. His long hair drooped in front of his eyes, parted in the middle.

He fiddled with the strands, seeing if they looked better tucked behind his ears or not; he couldn't decide.

A knock at the door to his room stopped him messing with his hair, knowing full well it was his brothers ready to take him to wherever they had in mind.

"Jungkook, open up! Come on!" It was Jimin, yelling through the door.

He grabbed his leather jacket that he'd flung over the end of his bed and made his way to the door.

***

"Please say you're joking..." Jungkook whined in the back of the cab, looking out at the neon light that spelled out 'Burlesque' flashing above a staircase leading down into a basement club.

"Nope," Hoseok grinned, opening the door and letting out the four of them. Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi had followed behind in a separate cab.

Jungkook stepped out last, reluctant and shy.

"Hyung, seriously... I'm not so sure about-"

"What, you shy? Embarrassed? C'mon, this is like, British at it's best, right?" Hoseok encouraged.

"I thought it was French?" Jin argued, coming up behind the group.

"Actually the term started in Italy, like 400 years ago..." Namjoon, ever the intellect, started to reel off a history lesson.

"Okay fine I'll go in, if it'll stop this," Jungkook waved his hand in Namjoon's general direction, making a bee line for the door to the steps. The others followed, grinning and giggling at Jungkook's already flushed cheeks.

They had done this on purpose. He was surprisingly coy about anything sexual with them; the others? Overtly sexual. As open as you could be. But Jungkook never got over his shyness. He . could have a laugh and a joke but the second it got serious, his cheeks would flush, his hands would get clammy and his heart would race.

Perhaps, because he was a kinky little fucker, and he didn't want people to know just how much...

But the boys still liked to mess with him. He was the baby, after all. So, burlesque club it was...

When Jungkook reached the bottom step, he stopped at the cloakroom, seeing a man in a booth waiting to take admission.

"How many, sir?" he had asked. Jungkook looked at the man for the moment; a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a red waistcoat, black lined eyes and a small tuft of hair sticking out from under a black bowler hat, reminiscent of the kind Charlie Chaplin wore.

Jungkook thanked his lucky stars that he'd been paying attention to his English tuition lately, not wanting to wait for Namjoon to translate. In fact, he'd gotten pretty damn good at it... Fluent, even.

"Uh, seven please."

"Have you booked?" he opened a diary.

"Yes, we have. Under the name Kim," Namjoon appeared beside Jungkook, smiling kindly and offering up ID of his passport. The attendant nodded, striking the name off the book.

"Okay, booth number four, front and centre," he grinned at the group of men that had now gathered, "Enjoy!" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Jungkook had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He was just doing his job after all.

The men wandered into the club, Namjoon finding the table with the golden number four at the edge. The men settled in the booth, with Jungkook placed strategically in the middle. The cloakroom attendant had been right; front and centre.

The lights to the club were dim, a spotlight trained on the stage at the front. Large red velvet curtains with gold trimmings hid most of the stage from view, waiting for the first act. Waiters and waitresses, all wearing black dress shirts and red waistcoats like the doorman, wondered the floor freely, taking drinks orders from the tables that were sat waiting. Punters were sat along the bar, mostly middle aged men there alone, or couples who hadn't booked a table.

Almost every table was full, both men and women alike. Groups of women were just as frequent as the men; girls' nights and bachelorette parties side by side with working class men out of an evening and bachelor parties too. The atmosphere was likened to that of a concert, before the lights go down and the artist walks on stage; the dull hum of conversation and anticipation filling the space.

A waitress came to take the order for the table, hurriedly scurrying off to collect their drinks and returning around 5 minutes alter, a tray perfectly balanced in her hand.

The boys got chatting, passing the time before the real show started. Jungkook sat nervously, an anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure about all this, he felt so vulnerable. He understood that burlesque was a beautiful art form and not just stripping; this was different. But something in him just felt uneasy about watching girls dancing and stripping, and he was sure it was because his hyungs were there to make fun of him for it.

He watched the time on his watch, ticking closer and closer to 10pm; he was sure that was when it was due to start. It must be...

And he was right. 10pm, and the bar lights dimmed, the spotlight shone, and the curtains slowly drew back, revealing a stage covered in beautiful girls, poised and ready to move as the music began. Their outfits were damn near sinful, and had all of the boys drooling into their cocktails; the beautiful red rhinestones that covered every inch of their bras, corsets and panties, the huge black feathers that fanned out behind them and stuck out of the top of headdresses, the black fishnet stockings held up by the red suspender belts, the classy red heel pumps... All were taken off one by one to the music, leaving each beautiful lady stood in underwear, stocking and vibrant red nipple tassels, swinging around suggestively.

The audience clapped and cheered as they finished the introductory number, the first act done with after 15 minutes of teasing, dancing, contortion and stripping.

The next act was introduced by a host; a male dressed like a ringmaster, of all clichés. This was acrobatic; two beautiful blonde women, performing beautiful movements in aerial routines, backflips, front flips, splits, cartwheels and using each other's bodies to create shapes the natural body should never be able to form.

Jungkook was of course, in awe at the show, watching as act upon act did their thing after the host's introduction; dances, teasing, acrobatics, lip sync routines, live singers; it was incredible to watch. And yes, very, very sexy.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, much like every other person watching. What would it be like to be with one of these dancers for an evening? What would it be like to have someone put on a show like this in private?

Another show ended, and all seven of the boys clapped in appreciation of the group of girls who had just finished their rendition of Marilyn Monroe's 'Lazy'.

The host wondered back onto the stage, clapping too.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Well, next up is the girl you've all been waiting for... Ms. Devereaux!"

The place erupted.

A standing ovation as the lights went down, cheers and whistles filled the air and Jungkook and the others sat in quiet confusion, clapping and waiting for something to happen on the stage to explain the incredible reaction from everyone else in the room.

The noise died down, people sat in their seats once again, and the music began...

"Aaaaaaare you gonna take me home tonight?"

Jungkook sat bolt upright, suddenly very aware of himself and surroundings.

"Oooohhhh, down beside your red fire light."

He had to be hearing things.

"Aaaaaaare, you gonna let it all hang out?"

Nope, this was happening.

"Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round!"

The spotlight hit as the familiar guitar started to strum, landing on you, your back to the audience, shaking your hips and tapping your foot to the guitar's rhythm.

Jungkook could feel the heat rising in his face, knowing full well that every pair of eyes at his table were now focussed on him, and yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from where you stood on stage. He hadn't even seen your face, but god, he knew you were beautiful.

Your outfit was all black, elegant and yet so delectably scandalous. You wore a steel boned corset, moulding your delightful rolls into an hourglass figure to be envious of. It was black, laced at the back by black ribbon with small ruffle details alone the top. It dipped at the front, a clear v-line to show off the deep cleavage create by pushing your breasts together. From the hips to the back was covered in a feather train, cutting off at the back of your knees.

Suspenders hung from a garter belt hidden underneath the corset that attached to simple black stockings, the stitching running up the back of each of your legs following every little bump of cellulite and the natural curve of your calves.

Black satin panties covered your most important areas, the material shining against your beautiful round ass as you shook it in the spotlight to the music. Shiny black pumps stomped on the stage to the beat, along with a fancy cane you were holding in your right hand. Gloves made of the same sheer material as your stocking covered your forearms up past the elbow, an air of such sophistication added to your ensemble. And finally, a top hat with a couple of black feathers sticking up from the back.

Jungkook's jaw was hanging open, a comical 'o' shape of absolute shock etched into his face. The rest of the boys mimicked him, except they were looking at him, not at you on the stage.

The song continued, Freddie's oh so familiar voice singing out about beautiful big girls while you strut across the stage, flirting with the table in the front, dancing and hitting every beat, using your pure sexuality to entice every member of the audience as they whistled and clapped with glee.

"I've been singing with my band, across the wire, across the land, I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey!

But their beauty and their style, went kind of smooth after a while. Take me to them dirty ladies every time..."

Jungkook was bewitched, watching as you continued your number; so sexy, swaying your hips and using your cane as you slowly took one glove off, followed by another. He loved the red lipstick you were wearing, imagining it smeared across his own neck with you biting and nipping at his skin to leave purple bruise marks... He watched you slowly taking off the smaller accessories of your ensemble, wishing so damn hard that it was him who would be able to do it instead.

When the chorus kicked in again, the club erupted to sing along. Skilfully, you undid the bow in the ribbon lacing your corset together, and started to undo the clasps at the front with one hand as your twirled your cane with the other. Before you let it fall, you threw it to one side, twirling so the audience didn't quite see your bare breasts covered only by black nipple tassels. You had more to take off before you finally revealed yourself...

At his table, the other members were getting rowdy like the rest of the club. They knew the song well, thanks to Jungkook, so sang along where they could, waving their arms around and dancing in place. But Kookie sat still, staring, mesmerised and imagining all the sinful activities he would just love to do with you.

He couldn't help himself; watching the way your hips swayed, your ass bounced, your thighs jiggled... It was turning him on to no end, and he was so desperate for you. To him, you were an absolute goddess, everything about you so beautiful. He'd never seen anyone like you before.

As the song neared its end, you were practically nude; the heels had been kicked off, the stockings taken off with the garter belt following, the top hat discarded and flung into the audience.

You kept yourself fairly concealed, your back to the crowd until Freddie shouts "GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE", and you span around dancing to the guitar and Freddie's ad-libs as the song drew to a close, the tassels spinning and swaying, every beautiful roll of yours jiggling so perfectly.

Jungkook watched in awe as your danced around with your cane, practically nude, showing off your beautiful body. He could feel himself hardening, straining against the tightness of his jeans that he was grateful were so tight, there was no way anyone would be able to tell he was actually hard...

He had to meet you. He had to. If nothing else, just to tell you how beautiful he thought you were.

As the number ended, you posed at the edge of the stage, looking front and centre at Jungkook. Everybody in the room was cheering, clapping, whistling, all on their feet. But Jungkook stayed in his seat, and it caught your eye. You noticed just how dark his eyes were, how hooded they looked. You knew that look; it was lust. He was totally under your spell. So, being the showgirl you were, you smirked at him and winked, with a little blow of a kiss in his direction, before the lights went out and you exited the stage.

You had a few other numbers that night, a couple of different songs to do; some solo, some in groups, but each time you noticed Jungkook still staring, still spell bound. You found it quite amusing; such a handsome, muscled yet lean guy, incapacitated by a plus size burlesque dancer.

Cute.

The final number included all the performers, wrapping up the night in a beautiful display of acrobatics, live vocals, contortion, dancing and of course, mild nudity amongst a blur of feathers, rhinestones and tassels. You took your final bow with your colleagues and friends, and made your way backstage to turn yourself back from Ms. Devereaux into y/n, ready to step back out into the club to mingle with the regulars and staff you knew and loved so much until closing.

Back on the floor, Jungkook felt almost like he was floating. It may have been the precarious amount of cocktails he had sipping on throughout the night, but he was sure that it was you he was intoxicated by.

As his brothers sat chatting and continuing to drink, enjoying the night - and occasionally making jabs at Jungkook for his reaction to your numbers, - Jungkook sat dipping in and out of the conversation, he attention elsewhere. He kept looking over to the corner of the club, a door with a 'stage door' sign on and a man clad in all black with an earpiece in one ear standing watch outside. He had to try...

He excused himself from the table, Namjoon and Tae having to stand to let him out of the booth. They assumed he was on his way to the bathroom, until they watched him head straight for the stage door.

"What the hell is he doing?" Yoongi asked, confused.

The others shrugged, watching intently.

The bouncer at the door held a hand out to Jungkook, who stood awkwardly, hands plunged into his pockets

"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, hands crossed in front of him.

"I-I was... um, is it possible to speak to one of the dancers?" he asked, nerves making him stutter over his words.

"Which one?"

"Uh... Ms. Dav-Daver..." he couldn't quite remember your name completely

"Ms. Devereaux?" the bouncer knew who he meant, thankfully. Jungkook nodded. "I'll let her know she has a fan," the man smirked, pressing a button on a radio he pulled from his back pocket and speaking into it, "Mr. Vandross, I have a gentleman here who would like to speak to Ms. Devereaux." The radio beeped and static poured out.

"Okay, 10 minutes," a male voice came back through the device.

"Now worries," the bouncer replied, shoving the radio into his pocket again. "10 minutes, sir. If you'd like to wait by the bar. Ms. Devereaux's will have a mojito."

"O-oh, okay..." Jungkook wasn't sure exactly what just happened, or what he expected to happen, but he turned back towards the bar and took up an empty stool near the end, ordering a drink for himself and your favourite cocktail. He watched the hands of his watch tick by minute by minute, anxiously tapping his foot against the bar stool, until he saw movement beside him, taking the stool next to him.

"Hello," you smiled, taking the mojito that Frankie the bar tender had brought to you as you sat down and taking a sip. Jungkook was taken back a little bit, still very much in awe of your beauty. You had kept your make up on, but now were wearing a knee length bodycon dress that hugged you in every place you had so proudly shown off throughout the night.

"H-hi..." Seeing you up close like this, being able to take in every feature of your face as well as your body, created a tsunami of nerves Jungkook hadn't expected. You were even more beautiful now, if that were possible.

"I was told you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?"

So much, Jungkook thought.

"I just wanted to say that... well, um- y-you're really beautiful and very talented." He played with the cocktail stirrer in his glass as he spoke. You smiled sweetly at his kind comment. Clearly his first language was not English; you could tell by the way he paused between words to think. It was endearing to you, something so cute. He was trying so hard, trying to talk to you as best he could.

You could tell you were making him nervous by the way he bit his lip and fiddled with his long hair, pushing it back and letting it flop back into place.

"What's your name?" you asked, curious to know more about this absolutely gorgeous man who looked like such a confident soul by appearance, but was downright terrified now he was in front of you.

"J-Jungkook," he stuttered again. Aw.

"I like it," you mused, and he hung his head as he smiled at your compliment. "Jungkook, you seem nervous," you placed your hand on his knee, feeling just how tight those jeans were. His eyes darted to your hand, electricity sparking at the contact.

"S-sorry, Ms. Devereaux. I just think you're so..." he wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. Beautiful wasn't enough; in fact, he was sure he didn't have an English word in his repertoire that could describe how gorgeous you were.

"Please, Ms. Devereaux is my stage name. I'm y/n, call me by that," you removed your hand from his knee, taking hold of your cocktail and taking another sip. "I'm flattered you think of me so highly. I noticed you, y'know. On stage I mean. The way you looked at me..." you leaned a little closer to him, so close he could smell the perfume you had sprayed before meeting him, "like you just wanted to fuck me," you whispered.

Jungkook's head snapped up, making eye contact with such shock...

"I-I'm sorry?"

"The look on your face, it was...primal. You wanted me, you were thinking about it, picturing it. Were you not?" you challenged, leaning your elbow on the bar and leaning into him a little more, keeping your voice low and so god damn seductive he was falling deeper and deeper into that imagination again.

"I-I..."

"It's okay, you can say it..." you teased, pressing your free hand against his thigh and feeling the taught muscle straining. Wow, you thought, those thighs... You would be more than happy to let him use those thighs against you however he liked. "Do you want to fuck me, Jungkook?"

He took a moment, thinking carefully of the pros and cons of this situation. Not that it mattered, he answered without paying attention to either.

"So much," he practically growled. You smirked, watching that darkness return to his eyes.

"Then why are we still sat here?"

Immediately Jungkook took your hand, downed his drink and without a thought to the rest of his brothers - who had all been watching from their booth in awe - took your hand from his knee and pulled you out of the club.

On the surface, you hailed a black cab down, climbing in the back with Jungkook in tow.

"My place or yours?" you had asked, and Jungkook barked the hotel name at the driver.

The whole car ride was laced with so much sexual tension. You had a moment of what the hell are you doing, y/n? that you brushed to the back of your mind. No, this wasn't like you. You had never taken a punter home before, never slept with anyone you met at work. But this guy... You couldn't pass this delicious specimen up.

You placed your hand on his thigh once again, a little higher than before, squeezing the muscle as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, using the close proximity to nuzzle your hair. Whatever shampoo you used was intoxicating to him. You could feel his hot breath on your ear, taken by surprise when he started to nip at the lobe and suckle lightly.

He wasted no time when the cab pulled up outside the hotel, passing far too many notes to the driver as he pulled you out with his arm around your waist. Already, he loved the way it felt under his touch, the squish just as delectable as he had imagined.

The both of you had been holding back since the cab ride but when he finally got you in the elevator alone, he couldn't stop himself.

Catching you off guard, he pushed you into the corner, looming over you with such animal lust you thought he might take you right there and then. Instead, he crashed his lips down onto yours, finally getting to taste you. His hands groped at your hips pulling them closer to his own in an attempt to grind on you, but the tightness of his jeans meant the friction he desired was further away than he thought.

The elevator dinged and doors opened on Jungkook's floor. He was too caught up in you that he didn't move; you had to push him with a giggle and direct him out into the corridor.

"Which room is it?" you laughed, looking both ways as if the room would be basking in a golden glow and obvious to you if you just looked hard enough. It wasn't.

"This way," he pulled on your hand in the direction of his room, digging in his pockets for his wallet and key card to get in.

Pulling you into the hotel room, he slammed the door shut behind the two of you, kicking it shut. You surprised him by pushing him up against it now, getting him back for trapping you in the elevator.

You kissed him again, going a little slower than Jungkook may have liked, but you wanted to savour the moment. Besides, you had been teasing all night; it was your job. Why would you stop now?

Using your tongue to lightly graze against his lips, you silently told him to open up, diving in further to deepen you kiss. Jungkook chuckled to himself; you tasted like your mojito. He pulled back for breath, resting his head back on the door and looking down at you through his lashes.

Your red lipstick had barely smudged, only the slightest trace he was ever there. I'll have to try harder, he thought.

A few deep breaths and Jungkook resumed the kiss, cupping your rounded face with one hand to create an intimate moment between you. It was sweet, but you were running out of patience and the lust was building and building.

Grabbing hold of his leather jacket, you slipped it off his shoulders, throwing it to the side. Grabbing fistfuls of the silk shirt, you pull him as you step back further into the room until the edge of his bed hits the back of your knees. Your hands make light work of the buttons on the shirt, undoing them and exposing his chest and abs. Holy shit, the abs.

Untucking it from his jeans, he rips the material from his torso for you, his lips never leaving yours as they moulded together so desperately.

He breaks you apart once again, spinning you round to have you stood with your back to him. His hands trace from your hips, up your waist to the zipper at the back of your dress. Slowly, he dragged it down, undoing the material to expose the bra straps and flesh hiding beneath. You pulled the sleeves off your arms pushing the material off you, down your hips, wiggling them as you slipped out of it. The dress hit the floor, and you're now stood in front of him, your back to him, in simple lace lingerie; a stark contrast to the rhinestones, glitter and feathers from hours before.

Jungkook's hands slowly lifted from beside him, slipping around your waist to feel you, needing to touch the beautiful ripples of flesh around your hips and tummy.

"You feel so soft," he whispered into your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands wandering over your body. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra to drop to the side of you, leaning back into Jungkook's touch as his lips trailed back up to your neck, suckling on the skin.

His hands raised from your waist to meet your now free breasts, loving the way they felt in his hands. And you had to admit, this was possibly the most erotic foreplay you'd had in a long time. Jungkook was skilled with his hands, and you core ached to find out just how good with his hands he could be...

You turned to face him once again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you, pressing your bare chests together as his arms enveloped you, loving how squishy you felt.

Your lips reconnected, your tongues doing that same familiar dance as before as he pushed you again, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed below him. You crawled back, enough so that he had space to kneel between your knees on the mattress and hover over you, his long hair tickling the skin on your forehead and his key pendant dangling between the mounds of your breasts.

He kissed a line of wet, sloppy kisses down your neck again, suckling and biting but using his tongue each time to soothe the sting of his teeth. Before long his mouth was on your breast, suckling at your sensitive nipple with an outrageous amount of care. his actions elicited the first real moan of the evening, unable to contain your pleasure any longer.

His lips continued their assault south, leaving little red marks along your chubby tummy that you were sure would turn purple given time. He spent time there, simply kissing, biting suckling at your chub, and despite the intimate actions, you never felt at all insecure about your weight like many other sexual encounters had made you feel. In fact, you felt empowered.

He was worshipping you, in all your beautiful rubenesque beauty.

Your core was aching for him, the wetness pooling in your panties the longer he spent adoring your body. You wriggled a little under him, uncomfortably aroused. He must be feeling it too, the strain against his jeans getting too much to bare, but he soldiered on, only caring about you and your wellbeing. He wanted to please you so much.

His kisses lowered again, reaching the space where your tummy protruded the most just above the lace of your panties. He looked up at you again through his lashes, his eyes as dark as they had been when you were performing. He was asking - begging - for your approval... And of course you gave it, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between.

His lips touched your thighs, peppering the flesh with kisses. He loved the way they jiggled a little with every small movement you made, every squirm under each kiss.

Suddenly, his kisses concentrated on your lace covered pussy, the heat of his breaths sending such wonderful shivers up your spine; finally some contact. He pulled the fabric to the side, revealing only part of where you needed him most. He kissed the bare skin, your juices coating his lips in a beautiful gloss; it suited him well.

He sat up momentarily, pulling the fabric off your legs before he lunged forward, pouncing on you like a cat on its prey. He had tasted you on his lips and immediately needing more. He couldn't stop himself.

His lips covered your mound, his tongue darting out between your folds to lap your juices up, tasting that sweet taste oh so completely. Your breath fell short as your back arched, the warm wetness a brand new sensation that you could only describe as emphatic.

"J-Jungkook," you whined, breathless as his tongue circled your clit, the nerves reacting accordingly.

"Mmm," he hummed from between your thighs, using his strength to hold them down, squishing at the flesh. He knew how to used his mouth, and every damn part of it; his lips, his tongue, even his teeth, grazing the bundle of nerves gently to elicit another reaction.

"Oh, fuck, it feels so good..." your hands bunched in his hair, pulling at the long strands. The sting he felt only spurred him on, loving the feeling of you controlling him like this.

One of the hands clutched around your thighs let go, snaking around to plunge two long fingers into your entrance. The intrusion was surprising, but most welcome, stretching you out so well as his mouth continued attacking your clit. He curled them, tapping up on the soft cushion inside you that made you pulse with need. Fuck, he was too good at this.

That delicious feeling was growing in the pit of your stomach, your pussy throbbing rhythmically as he brought you closer and closer to the edge; tapping and curling his fingers, working his mouth harder, sloppier on you.

"Sh-shit... Oh, my god. I'm- I'm gonna..." you weren't making any sense audibly, but your body's reaction was translating enough. Jungkook knew you were close, and somehow, he kicked into high gear as he fucked your pussy with his fingers harder.

Something inside you burst, like someone has gripped a full water balloon tighter and tighter until it exploded. The metaphor was spot on, the sheets completely soaked as your pussy got over-excited, squirting more arousal around Jungkook's hand and dripping down his chin.

No one had ever made you do that before; even Jungkook seemed shocked as he sat up, wiping his mouth, watching you regain some modicum of stability.

"H-how? What did you do?" you asked. "I didn't know I could do that," you laughed, trying to gain your breath back.

Jungkook just grinned in response, a shit-eating, smug grin, before he was attacking your lips with his own again, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You'd barely had any time to recuperate, but you absolutely were not going to stop him.

Now it was his turn for some relief.

He wasted no time undoing the leather belt on his jeans and popping the button and zipper. You tried to help, your hands getting in the way a little but eventually taking lead to pull the tight material from his hips, exposing the thighs you marvelled at earlier that night. He scrambled to remove the rest, pulling off his boxers as he did so. Versace, you noticed. Very nice.

But now, he was like you; completely nude, completely exposed.

As soon as you saw the size of him, your cunt ached again. You needed him, to feel full. He was of average length, but certainly thicker than any man you had been with before. You could practically already feel the stretch...

"Turn over," he demanded, all worship lost on you and now, he needed this; his fantasy. You did as you were told, flipping over onto your stomach and raising your ass into the air for him, giving him a delicious behind view of your pussy and outrageous bubble butt. "Fuck," he whispered as his hand grazed the skin of your cheek; this is what he wanted, what he'd always wanted.

Gently, he tapped the flesh, testing the waters but watching as the skin rippled, just as he had imagined it would. His cock leaked a drop of pre-cum at the sight.

When you giggled a little in response, he took that as the consent you had meant it to be to spank a little harder. When he did, you squeaked a little, reacting to the sting. You loved it. you wanted it harder. You wanted branding.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he said, lining his head up with your entrance, ready and dripping for him again already. The delightful stretch you felt as he pushed into you was euphoric, sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your arms almost giving way underneath you. His fingers dug into your ass, his nails creating little crescent moon shapes in your skin.

It took all his willpower not to lose control right then, knowing you'd need a second to adjust having only been used to two of his fingers before. You silently thanked him, and when you were ready, started to bounce your ass against him to gain the friction you both needed.

Jungkook needn't move; you were doing the work for him, every pound of glorious jiggle bounding in front of him. He watched in amazement, feeling nothing but pure pleasure as you moved on his dick, but he could only take it for so long until he needed control back.

He needed to pound into you the way he had imagined. And so, he did.

Gripping onto your love handles, he pulled your hips back onto him, his balls slapping hard against your pussy. It felt fantastic, and god, did you love being controlled like this. You cried out at the movement, egging him on to please, please keep doing that.

He pulled his hips back again, before slamming back into you with force. Your ass rippled at the action and my god did he love it. He needed to see more of it, that beautiful jiggle.

As he fucked into you from behind, his hand collided with your ass check with much more force than before, sure to leave a red hand print like you had hoped. You cried out, biting down on the sheets underneath you to keep the screams from getting too loud.

With him spanking at your ass and drilling into you with such ferocity, you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially after the first powerful orgasm he had given you.

But he pulled out of you completely, using all his strength to flip you over again. He crawled back on top of you, positioning his hip in-between your thighs before pistoning his hips forward and impaling you on his length again. Jungkook had decided he needed to see your beautiful face, your fucked out eyes and your pink flushed cheeks when you came around his cock. He wanted the intimacy back that you can't get from behind. He had got his wish, and now he needed to be close to you.

The sweat on his forehead had gathered and matted his hair to his face, making him look even more fucking god-like than you even thought possible. You pushed the hair out of his face as he thrust up into you, grinding your hips together as he did. His eyes were glazed with lust and staring straight into yours that you could barely keep open. He loved how you looked, how you bounced under him.

Your hand moved from tugging his hair back to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips desperately as the two fo you got so close to your untimely end. You wished you could both go for longer but there was too much to get excited about, too much to turn you on to be able to prolong the inevitable.

"Y-You're so beautiful, y/n. So, so fucking beautiful," he mumbled against your lips between groans and grunts of animalistic nature.

"K-Kookie," the nickname rolled of your tongue without thinking, followed by a moan that told him you were getting close again. He knew he wouldn't last much longer the second your walls clenched around him. But he didn't want you to miss out on your second high, not on account of him.

"Touch yourself for me," he instructed, "please..." his begging tone was surprising but so charming, and you'd be evil to ignore him. You slipped your hand between the two of you, drawing pleasant circles over your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

With the new sensation, you had seconds left. Your back arched up into him, pressing your bodies together. You couldn't control your squirming anymore, knowing that what was coming was going to be earth shattering.

Jungkook growled as you clenched again, lowering his head to your breasts and biting gently down on one of your nipples, kneading your breast with his hand. Too much; it was all too much. You could feel yourself dissolving into pleasure beneath him.

Your nerves seemed to to catch alight, like a burning ember had met gasoline inside your body. Your breath hitched in your throat silencing your moans and every muscle clenched tightly as it all hit at once. As stage one of your orgasm played out, stage two came in what felt like electric shocks hitting you multiple times, rocketing through you and pulsing. Your legs convulsed, muscles twitching and the like someone had pressed unmute on you, you let out the most tremendous moans of bliss.

Jungkook kept thrusting, losing his rhythm as he watched you come undone. It turned him on so much, and when your pussy started to pulse around him that was it for him; beautifully warm spurts of cum painted your walls as his body went rigid. He grit his teeth, a long, low grunt erupting from the very pits of his stomach.

It took you both a few moments to regain some sense, breathing hard and heavy. Jungkook had to use all his upper body strength to keep him from collapsing on you, still reeling from the most intense orgasm he thinks he had ever had.

"Shit..." he huffed, looking up to see you beet red, panting and completely fucked out. His arms ached so much he couldn't hold himself up anymore, collapsing into your soft body and snuggling into you with exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" you asked, still panting away like a dog in ferocious sunlight. He nodded against you, still breathing hard himself. "Well... that was- that was incredible. You're incredible."

"Thanks..." he chuckled. "I... I'm here for another week, y'know..." he looked up at you, waiting for a response. You hummed in approval.

"Thats at least another... six or seven shows," you grinned. If he was insinuating that the two of you were going to continue these little hotel escapades for the remainder of his stay, who were you to say no...

"Tomorrow, you're bringing all that shit back here with you." He wanted the feathers, the rhinestones, the glitter, and he wanted it littering his hotel room floor. "And that cane, too..."

"A private show, huh? I'm sure we can arrange that. Any song requests?" you teased.

"Fat bottomed girls," he replied. "Absolutely, every fucking time. Fat bottomed girls."

#bts #bts au #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #jungkook #jeon jungkook #smut au #plus size #plus size smut #plus size au #size kink #burlesque

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kiaracarrera · 5 years ago

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Let’s talk about Outer Banks.

I stayed up until 4am binging Outer Banks even though I had to be up at 7am. Enjoyment Level? High. Regrets? A few. Opinions? Plenty. So here they are, unasked for and possibly unpopular.

I was super excited going into Outer Banks because I felt like it would almost be a mix of Summerland and On My Block, two of my all time faves. Overall I was pleasantly surprised. It was, to be expected, much grittier than Summerland but had all the fun summertime/surfing/beach vibes I wanted and though not nearly as diverse as On My Block the treasure hunting and found family aspect similarities were brilliant. If your thinking it looks to similar to OMB, don't. It isn't. There’s some similarities but also some brilliant differences.

Okay now I feel the need to applaud the casting crew for this show. Each and every character was cast beautifully and even though it was a typical case of ‘16 years olds not looking 16′ I think it’s easily able to be overlooked thanks to the chemistry and acting skills of our main cast.

Speaking of chemistry, found family is and always will be my favourite trope so you can imagine my delight when OB made this trope a staring theme. The found family dynamics between our Pouges (Or the Core 4 as I will hear on be referring to them) was brilliant, hands down my favourite scenes in this show were the ones shared between them. Individually the Core 4 also had buckets of chemistry with one and other. John B and JJ were supposed to be the tightest individual friendship but as if JJ and Pope didn't totally steal that title. Similarly Kiara and John B had phenomenal chemistry and if you’ve watched the show you’ll know why I’m still mad. Don’t even get me started on Kiara and JJ, I feel like that was such wasted potential, but that's a story for another post. Interestingly enough I felt like the two Pouges with the least amount of chemistry were Kiara and Pope, more on that next.

Let’s move on to ships shall we. I think I'm going to do an individual character analysis so I won’t go super in depth but, I hated our ‘endgame ships’. I say endgame because its to early to tell if we’ll get a second season. I LOVED Sarah but John B and Sarah together was just…. too much? Or maybe too much too soon? It felt so rushed and force fed, whilst Pope and Kiara were the opposite. Pope and Kie felt like too little too late, we got like 2 longing looks from Pope (in 10 episodes) an awkward ‘hug’ and some really manipulative bullshit in the last two episodes that made this relationship feel unnatural. Sarah and John B suffered from overdevelopment whilst Kiara and Pope suffered from underdevelopment. I’m going to need neither of these ships to survive if we get another season.

The ending. Stop here if you aren't finished and don't want spoilers. Can I just say, for as much as I really enjoyed this series I really really really disliked the ending. I won’t go as far as to say I hated it, but like, it’s pretty close. I went into this show wanting found family and I was served well until the last 10 minutes in which I basically got food poisoning. I think I enjoy season finales to have massive cliff-hangers, at least at the start of a series and this one fell really flat. The fact that the groups plan went down like a sinking ship (I had to sorry not sorry) and ended with them thinking John B and Sarah were dead, hurt and the whole “I’d rather die than be without you” um yeah no, let’s not do that to 16 year olds please. I honestly would have preferred this ending if JJ or Kie or even Pope had been one with John B at the end, like I’d rather go into next season with the group in half, Sarah figuring out what her friendship was like with the group without John B and the Core 4 fighting to get back together again, Pouges forever right?

Overall the series was enjoyable and I’d highly encourage anyone who’s thinking of watching to start watching. If only so we can get a second season because I feel like shows like this really become a hit or a miss in the second season and I want to see which Outer Banks will become.

★★★★/★★★★★

#outer banks #OBX #Outerbanks #Outer Banks Netflix #OBXNetflix #John B #John Booker Routledge #Chase Stokes #madison bailey #jonathan daviss #rudy pankow #sarah cameron #madelyn cline #CHARACTER ANALYSIS' AND OPINIONS COMING SOON

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chogiwrites · 4 years ago

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300 Yuan To Love || Lay

Summary: The road to hell is paved with good intentions and, in this case, some rice cakes along the way. Or: Yixing makes a dumb bet but even when he wins, he loses.

Lenght: 5.4k

Genre: Humour/Fluff/mild Angst

Like with all shitty things in life, at least from a masculine standpoint, it begins with the desire to take a cute girl out on a date.

It’s hot and humid in Hangzhou, as is typical for the summer cycle in this part of China, and Zhang Yixing bikes up to Wang Xun’s cake stand with his balls tucked neatly in his wicker basket. This was his grandma’s doing, really. She knew Yixing needed a job and whilst she was wandering the neighborhood one afternoon, she ran into him.

Had it been anybody else, had it even been written in the Constitution of the People’s Republic of China, then Yixing would’ve immediately said no. But, it just so happens that Yixing is weak for his granny. So, when she returned from her walk, staggering with a fabric trolley full of leeks and other proteins, with a shiny look in her eyes, Zhang Yixing was honor-bound to accept.

Glutinous rice cakes are Zhang Yixing’s worst nightmare, and he starts work the next day

Just the smell is enough to give him a thick sense of nausea. Wang Xun knows this, and Yixing is about ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure that he’s banking off of that. So, what’s it about it all, that has Yixing bike towards there, on a road so quintessential that you could practically hear the 80’s pop music behind him?

Well, he needs a new haircut, that’s what. That, and he wants the opportunity to take his best friend, you, out someplace nice. It’s the latter mostly. Especially the latter.

You both entered Uni not too long ago but only one entered the prestigious option. Spoiler alert, it wasn’t Yixing. It doesn’t bother him much though, because he never intends to be a fancy businessman anyway. He applied to a local college to learn dance, and music theory, which he’s passionate about. On top of that, even though it sees him lose more money than it ever does see him gain it— Yixing enjoys posting his amateur attempts at rapping over on Weibo, which garners some positive feedback.

Meanwhile, there’s you. You’ve been friends with him since the first grade but you’re about as different from him as a banana to a pineapple. You set out to enter business, much like the rest of your family, and Yixing often catches you nowadays during your coffee not-dates in pressed blouses and pencil skirts. Your fierce makeup gives you an air of exclusivity, which makes Yixing’s breezy noncommittal to looking posh, nearly garish.

His idea of having a sense of style is often eclectic and vintage, in conflicting patterns and textures. He got into krumping, and this saw him, in turn, get into wearing blaze red tracksuits and little braids in his hair. It also saw him bleach his hair to the point of no return, which you made fun of him for relentlessly.

The consequence of having such an outlandish appearance—though at this point, he has his hair an ugly, faded red— came one day, full force, during one of your bi-weekly coffee not-dates.

You two were in the midst of a serious conversation when some yuppie mistook your frown as being caused by Yixing’s presence. So, he did what any overbearing yuppie does. He tried to forcibly remove Yixing from the situation with the same technique you use to swat away a pigeon that wants your Kentucky Fried Chicken.

It was embarrassing for all three of you and this is where it does bother Yixing, who’s become notorious for being blissfully unaware of any and everything. For one, he doesn’t see you as often as he wants to, and secondly, a part of him worries he’s slowly sinking beneath you.

Sure, this was a lifelong thing. You’d always come from the better and wealthier family whilst Yixing grew up with his grandparents in a relatively small, rickety house. But you don’t feel these things when you’re ten and frog hunting in the mud, you don’t feel these things when you hold your best friend’s dirty hand at the bus stop to ‘see what it’s like’ on your way to the arcade.

Admittedly, Yixing isn’t super certain as to why he feels the way he feels. He’ll figure this out by the end of the day but he doesn’t know that yet. His pretty face earns him a lot of kind-hearted Jiejies who’re happy to pay for his lunches out of pity. Usually, he’ll open up his phone and add a reminder in his notes to pay them back when he can, and this tends to be the end of his guilt. But, he doesn’t ponder on it too long either.

It’s not exactly in Yixing’s nature to delve too deeply into his own psyche, it’s that naive streak of his. He’s simple-minded and he knows that he is. It keeps him happy and he has that mindset from what he likes, all the way down to what he dislikes.

So, when he finally parks by the stall, over-grown bangs tied in a silly looking bun and testicles in tow, he resolves to approach this in the same way Zhang Yixing approaches all areas of his life:

He’ll just have to do his very best.

“Yixing!” Wang Xun says cheerfully, greeting Yixing with a tight hug after he locks his bike up to an iron fence. “Wow! So handsome!” He beams, pinching at those devastatingly high cheekbones as Yixing’s face quickly goes flush.

“Thank you, Gege.” He replies with a small, polite bow. Yixing’s humble and appreciative demeanor is broken as soon as he glances over at the thick, fragrant slabs of cake, just waiting to be touched, fondled and sold. His skin takes on a greenish hue.

Catching this, Xun thinks now would be a good time to have a little bit of fun with his new employee.

See, this job is often a dull one and last night, his wife, bless her memory, accidentally made double the usual quantity. Even on the busiest day, there’s always at least a bit of leftovers. This usually isn’t much of an issue because there’s a homeless shelter nearby. The only problem? They were quickly becoming tired of being constantly fed leftover rice cakes. Wang Xun hates waste, so he has a plan.

Diddling his fingers, he begins, “I heard from your granny that you want to earn some extra money. I know this doesn’t pay so well, but… How would you like to place a wager?”

Yixing turns to him with a look that is simultaneously hopeful and apprehensive. Wang Xun thinks that, oh yes, this will be fun. Very fun indeed. Unfortunately thouh, the road to hell is paved with good intentions and, in this case, some rice cakes along the way.

For you, whom summer often means being able to forget your studies and instead, focus on your friends and family, this one is already shaping up to be a massive disappointment. Some of your friends went back to their hometowns, whilst others went abroad. The most important contestant though, Zhang Yixing, your closest friend, your secret beloved, had gotten a job.

Your shoulders fell right down to your ankles when you got the news over the phone a night ago. But he sounded so excited that you couldn’t bare to complain. After all, you weren’t his girlfriend. Did Yixing even have a girlfriend? You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk about any girls, even though he always has at least one woman around him. Maybe he was gay?

You sighed, lying on your back with your phone across your chest.

You only become concerned for Yixing and his mental state, when you find out what his job is, and the strange bet that succeeds it. You receive that text at ten am sharp.

«(Y/N)! Me and Xun-Ge (Do you remember him? He says hi! ^^) Made a bet for three hundred yuan to see who can sell the most rice cakes. The catch is that if we aren’t exact in our measurements, we must eat the surplus. I hope you’ll come and support me!!»

You reply instantly, wondering if all of this is some sick prank but that’s not in his character. Of course you remember Wang Xun, he runs that cake stand near the city square. You like his wife’s cakes but with that you also know…

«Yixing… You hate rice cakes???»

«I know, this means I’ll be even more motivated to win! Please come and support me!»

And this is how you end up on a plastic pull-out chair, watching your best friend torture himself for three hundred yuan, under the hot sun. “Are you ready, Yixing?” Wang Xun asks him and his grin is devilish. You can tell he completely expects Yixing to tank the whole competition.

“I was born ready, Gege! May the best man win!” Yixing grins and throws a little glance over his shoulder, hoping that you think he’s cool.

In that silly ‘Zhang Yixing’ way, he does look pretty cool, especially when he lifts the hem of his neon t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his browbone. The sad thing is that you would put money down the fact that Yixing will lose the three hundred yuan.

Truthfully, he can win this competition on sex appeal alone, if only he was aware of his own pull to begin with. Yixing isn’t though. He never was. He has the habit of presenting himself as a perfect image of self-control. You reckon the only correlation he’s made thus far is that the less clothes he wears, the more the female sex tends to smile around him. It’s a bit silly because Yixing, even now, will still walk around you in nothing but his boxers, as if he doesn’t look like he belongs in a Calvin Klein ad.

Needless to say, you, who has known him since a young age, rarely get to see him eschew from that respectability— sans his semi-nudist tendencies, that is.

Well, that’s until he begins losing the bet. Make no mistake though, Yixing tanks the bet before it can even begin.

“Ahhh, just 0.75? Why not make it a full KG?” Yixing whines at the customer, an older woman with a cold and mysterious look to her. “You don’t need to worry about your diet, Jiejie, you’re beautiful just the way you are. Eat the full kilo, your heart will thank you.”

Wang Xun chortles in the background as No-Name Jiejie rips him a new one. Somewhat offended yourself, you instinctively cross your arms across your soft middle and bite your lip. The next customer is another female, this one about high school aged. She orders a meager 0.25 KG and you try not to look at her with too much jealousy.

As she leaves, she turns to say: “Gege, you’re very handsome, but you shouldn’t make comments about a woman’s body like this. I think it’d be better if you found her and apologized for wounding her pride. Have a nice day~”

She waves before turning on her heels and Yixing looks at you in desperation, not understanding where his sales tactics are failing him. Your response is to cock a brow.

Even before his embarrassing comments, which you can only attribute as being brought on by a semester spent in South Korea, where he held a part time job as the person advertising Gangnam PS on the train, you were already slowly becoming annoyed with him. Why did you even bother to come out here in the first place?

It was unbearably hot and all you’re doing is watching the sweat stain on his back grow and grow while your thighs become welted from the plastic straps on the chair. Your leg skin is ruddy and bumped from shaving the night before and even though you like rice cakes, that and the smell of humid, mowed grass is threatens to make you sick.

Plus, it’s not as if you enjoy watching Yixing lose a dumb bet he should’ve already known he’d never win. By the time the sun is at it’s peak, around one-ish, you confront him behind the pagoda, where he gags in his fist.

“Yixing, I want to go home.” You say with your arms crossed, leaning against a ridged wall as you stare down at the dirt between you two. Yixing instantly looks up— churning stomach be damned. His eyes are wide and his face is a sweaty mess, but despite that, the disappointment is evident.

“You can’t go!” His voice comes out more frantically than it perhaps should. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, trying not to seem too upset with him. Rather, you wish to simply look like you’re not feeling well. The snap to your tone betrays you though. It always does.

“This is ridiculous. It’s too hot outside and you’re making a goddamn fool out of yourself. What was the point of even having me here?” Yixing’s lips press into a thin line.

“We haven’t hung out in a while so—”

“So you think having me watch you make yourself sick is fun?” Normally, you would dislike the mean edge in your laugh, whenever you got the least bit annoyed with him. It might be the oppressive heat making your adrenaline run higher. Or, maybe, just maybe, Yixing’s lack of negative aspect gets on your nerves a lot more than you’d like to admit. Maybe, a deep, dark part of you wants to see Yixing get annoyed with you too, show you a face more offended than just one of mild hurt.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, Yixing shoves his palms down his back pockets and rocks on his heels. Exhaling through his nose, Yixing opens his mouth to speak but closes up, pouting in a way which makes his lips look even pinker than they already are. It’s aggro, plain and simple.

“Aiyo! All this for an extra three hundred yuan you won’t win anyway?” You scoff, “If you need it so badly, ask me. I’ll lend it to you.”

Finally, his facade cracks and you’re not sure you like what you see. “Three hundred yuan may not mean much to you but it means a lot to others! Not everybody is wealthy like you!” His voice raises an octave, tone turning nasally and thick.

“You’re right. It means jack shit to me.” To prove your point, you reach into your daisy-shaped purse and pull out a few crumpled notes. “That’s why you should just relieve me of my burden and take the fucking yuan.”

Yixing, with his face as red as a chili pepper, gently pushes your hand back towards you. “You’re not treating me like a man.” He says.

Stomping your foot against the grass, you cry out: “Because you aren’t a man, Zhang Yixing!”

With that comes a steady, harsh silence. Yixing looks at you with an expression which you can’t decipher, as it’s not one you’ve ever seen on him. Once the guilt hits, and it hits fast, you let out a choked, “I’m going home. I’ll text you later.”

Just like that, you leave him there, before you lose control of your emotions in an entirely new way. After all, if Yixing never wanted to kiss you before, he certainly isn’t going to want to kiss you now, after what you just said to him.

Throwing your leg across the body of your bike, you push yourself until your knees hurt and Yixing is but a speck in the distance.

Things don’t get any better for Yixing after you leave, if anything, they become even worse, which is saying something. The idea of winning this bet begins to seem more and more fantastical, especially with the strange feeling holding onto his heart.

Whether it’s due to your hurtful words, or an impending heart attack, remains uncertain but one thing is for sure. Yixing has brain cells, and those brain cells are rapidly depleting.

“Ahh!” He screams, in Xiang, out at the neighboring lake and all the people paddle-boating. They stop and look at him like he’s an insane chipmunk. “It’s such a beautiful day!”

Yixing waves his fists around before cramming more baked shame down his gullet. Whilst singing an obscure folk song, he nearly falls over the stony ledge whilst doing a jaunty little dance.

Wang Xun, who has greatly overestimated his own mathematical prowess, as well as his abilities as a businessman, is the one who stops Yixing from meeting his soggy demise.

He places two sobering hands on Yixing’s shoulders. “We still have more cakes to sell.” When he speaks, passerbys can see his soul leave from his lips. Much like Yixing, Wang Xun has consumed so much goddamn cake that he fears he’ll wake up a rice cake. He reconsiders his line of work, but its much too late for that quitter mentality. He and Yixing are in it to the death.

Yixing, gaunt-cheeked, turns around with a rattle. “Gege… I want to give up.” He utters miserably. Xun considers calling the bet off himself but, the sun is setting, twilight is nearly upon them. He’s already lost so much money that unless he returns home victorious, there was a big chance he wouldn’t see the next day as a married man.

He laughs so hard the button holding his jeans together pops and hits Yixing right in the big toe.

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s not happening.”

Once you get home, the first thing you do is kick off your sweaty sandals before lying belly-first across your bed. Your eyes prickle as you shake your head to yourself. This is so stupid, you’re not really about to cry over Yixing again, are you?

Your fingers twist in your bed sheets as a few tears manage to squeeze their way out of your eyes. It seems like you are.

Flipping over so that your nose is in the air, you try to blink away the wetness. Throwing your arm across your face, your thoughts go to how stupid Yixing is. How stupid you are. Anybody with half a functional brain cell could see that you have a crush on him, one which spanned nearly the entirety of your friendship.

In elementary school, it was strange, because you never felt this way about anybody, not even the handsome actors you saw on TV. The only thing you had a full grasp on was that you liked this strange, chubby boy, who was also your close friend— a lot.

He had a sweet penchant for taking care of cats, none of which he could remember to name and whenever you were sad, he would lift his shirt and jiggled his belly.

His grandma also made delicious, albeit very spicy food, and they spoke in a dialect of Chinese which you couldn’t understand but found amusing to listen to. Afterwards, Yixing would let you rest your ear against his soft middle to hear the way his food digested, and all those gurgles and pops.

Your first experience with unrequited love must have been that. When you began wanting to nudge your head, so that your lips could press tender, butterfly kisses between his fleshy, brown rib cage. Instinctively, you knew not to.

High school was bearable, but only because for the majority of it, you were more popular than Yixing.

It was during the second to last year were his height shot and he became taller than most of the other boys. Suddenly, girls started to look at him with the same eyes as you. Suddenly, girls began to notice how handsome he was, how kind he was. It leaves you as you are now, supine on your mattress, unsure where to go from this point on.

With your pride majorly wounded, you stand up and waddle your way across the hall. Rarely are you ever desperate enough to ask your older sister, Mei, for advice. You knock on her door.

“What do you want?” She snaps, sliding off her headset. You take this as the okay to sit on her bed and divulge, and she eyes you with suspicion every step. “It’s just,” You sigh, smacking your lips as your legs cross beneath you. “Do you remember Yixing?”

Her face falls instantly. “Oh no. No. No. Not him again!” She grabs a small My Melody plush from her desk and chucks it towards your head. “Get out. I’m not listening to any of this Yixing shit. If I wanted a Korean drama, I’d go look on Tencent.”

You grabbed the toy and threw it back at her, whining, “I’m serious!!”

Mei kicks your knee with her manicured, cream toes. “Listen!” She cries in exasperation, throwing out her hands. “How many times will you bitch about this? If Zhang Yixing liked you back, he would’ve made a move by now. It’s as simple as that!” Conceding yourself to the understanding that, yes, Yixing doesn’t see you the way you see him, you look down at the small floral decals over her nailbed and begin to pick with a puffed cheek. “I understand that, Jiejie… But I may have said something mean to him.”

Seeing the sad look on your face makes Mei relent. “Then apologize to him, dummy.” She sighs as you lay across your side, clutching her foot to you as you try to hold back tears. She pushes herself closer, replacing her foot with a hand in yours, using the spare to push some wet strands from your face.

“Look,” She rolls her eyes, though she’s taken on a gentler tone. “Zhang Yixing sees you as a friend. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have stuck by your side for all of these years. If you said something mean to him, just tell him you weren’t feeling well and that you’re sorry. He seems like a nice guy, I’m sure he’ll forgive you easily. But before that, I think you need to forgive him for not being able to return your feelings, (Y/N). You’re always getting into these petty arguments, it seems to me like you’ve become bitter over your unrequited feelings. You need to make peace with the fact that you’re his friend and nothing but, or else the day will come where Zhang Yixing will no longer feel like accepting your apologies.” You nod, but why does it hurt so much to let go of this love, even if it’s hopeless?

Eventually, after you calm yourself down and rinse off your face, you begin to feel more and more uncomfortable with the way you’ve treated him. It grows and it grows until you can’t take it anymore. You set off to try and find him and, hopefully, make things right again.

“I lost, didn’t I?” Yixing breathes, sitting on the stone steps as Wang Xun begins to pack up for the day. With an apologetic smile, the older man replies, “Yes, but barely.”

“Ahhh,” He sighs, looking up at the stars. Today has been a real nightmare. It seems like nothing he set out has accomplish. He’s offended people for no reason, rocks live in his stomach and worst of all, you’ve become upset with him. Yixing swallows thickly.

“(Y/N)’s become rather feisty since I’ve last seen her.” Xun points out. “She has.” There’s a silence before Yixing adds, “Gege, I don’t know if there’s room for me in her life anymore. The more I think of it, the more I feel I don’t belong by her side. We used to laugh and smile together but nowadays, whenever I call her out, she’s tense. We never used to fight this much, I think she thinks I’m beneath her, and is only trying to spare my emotions.”

Wang Xun takes a seat next to him, stretching out his legs before glancing up at the sky as well. “All this because of what she said?” Yixing doesn’t respond, which is confirmation enough.

“Women— No, not just women, people will often say things they don’t mean when they feel as though they’ve been hurt.” He says, “I think the same is true for her. She’ll apologize soon enough, so don’t take her words to heart.” Pause. “And if she doesn’t? There are so many more women out there for you to pine after. Eventually, you’ll find the one who doesn’t break your heart.”

Neither of them speak after this, not until something, or rather somebody, catches Yixing’s eye. It’s the Jiejie from earlier. Excusing himself, Yixing jogs up to her.

She stops the moment she sees him and scowls. “What do you want?” She snaps, her dog running off into the bushes. Her expression is so fierce, it reminds him a bit of yours.

Though he freezes up, he pushes past it and she jumps back when he bows so deeply, there’s a crack to his spine.

“I wanted to say that I’m really sorry if I offended you earlier today,” Yixing blushes, “You see, I had a bet with that man over there.” He points over to Wang Xun, who’s in the process of cleaning his ear out with his pinkie. “And I’m afraid in my attempt to earn a bit of extra pocket money, I’ve said and done some things I normally wouldn’t say or do. I hope you can forgive me.”

The woman stood there stunned and Yixing is afraid that might not be enough. She thinks of his apology for a second before shaking it off. “I see,” She nods pensively. “I take it, this was all for your girlfriend’s sake?” Yixing stands up straight, blinking a few times for clarity.

“What girlfriend?”

“The girl that sat behind you, she wasn’t your girlfriend?” Yixing shakes his head. “Christ…” She mumbles, instantly grateful that she’s already lived through the ‘stupid love’ phase. She sighs.

“I forgive you. We all have lapses in our judgment and as long as you understand that, and think before you speak next time, I don’t see a reason to hold it against you.”

“Thank you, Jiejie!” Yixing says with a big, happy grin, bowing deeply once more. His heart clears itself a tiny bit.

Unfortunately for his cardiovascular health, at this moment, you bike up next to him and Yixing’s heart is back to feeling like it’s about to burst. Shit.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” You ask, much to the woman’s amusement. “No. Me and your ‘friend’ over here were just touching base. I need to go home anyway.” She says, tugging the leash so that her puppy comes running back at her ankles.

As she turns around, she makes sure to tack on a “Good luck!” It’s for both of your sakes.

You park your bike up by the tree trunk, feeling the awkwardness finally hit. It’s already nightfall and the air has cooled off significantly, but you’re so ashamed that your cheeks are blazing and hot.

“Did you apologize to her for earlier?” You ask despite its redundancy. Yixing nods and you can see it from the illumination caused by the lampposts. “I did.”

“That’s good!” You hum, trying to keep your voice steady as you fish a green, rectangular bottle out of your purse. “I got you a probiotic drink to help you with… y’know. Here. Catch.”

It lands in his hands and Yixing beams brighter than the stars. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “Because you came back.”

Saying it outloud only has Yixing smile wider and it eats up at his eyes in the most charming of ways. You feel your heart throb.

Clearing your throat, you stutter out. “Right! About that…” You will yourself not to mask your true emotions with the air of nonchalance but you meet his eyes and, fuck, you might as well do that or just start crying.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean any of it. It was wrong and I regret ever treating you this way.” You expect Yixing to hold a more serious stance, but he laughs, opening his arms.

“Aw, it’s alright. Come here and give me a hug.”

Slowly, you take steps towards him before burrowing into his chest, hands fisting against his shirt as tears begin to prickle in your eyes. Yixing smells too sweet and sweaty but past that, you can feel the warmth of his skin. His body is solid yet comforting and you want to be in his arms all day and all night.

“Why are you crying?” Yixing asks, feeling the moisture through his shirt. and you laugh dryly. He sways you side to side before pulling at your face. “If you cry, I might start crying too.”

Yixing’s fingers release from your skin and instead, move to hold you. “So, no crying, alright?” The touch makes you breathless.

“Yixing, I…” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them. He tilts his head, smiling softly in anticipation. Should you confess to him? You already know you have to let this go. Will it make your shoulders lighter if he knows how you feel? You shake your head at yourself.

No. Yixing is too delicate of a person to treat you the same knowing you’ve fallen for him. Seeing your knees buckle, Yixing leads you to the bench. Swallowing your heart, you resolve for the next best truth.

“Yixing, I’ve missed you a lot.” “Oh! I’ve missed you too.” Yixing responds with an annoying ease, uncapping the pribiotic before taking a sip. He grimaces at the bitter taste, making you giggle at his cute reaction. As you laugh, Yixing’s heart does a somersault and suddenly, there’s not enough air in the world. It’s an emotion that only you cause in him. Not even the prettiest girls give him this type of feeling and it puts him on edge, but in the most tender way.

“Why did you accept this bet anyway?” You ask, gazing at the lake, which is now devoid of people. Steady and dark, with the reflection of the moon.

Yixing considers it. “I think I did it to feel better about myself.” He leans back and caps the bottle, fingers almost touching yours as he holds the bottle between his knees.

He stares up at the silver moon.

You turn to look at him in surprise, gazing at his profile. Yixing catches you in his peripheral and nods with a sheepish smile. “Yeah.”

He swallows and then adds, “My hair needs fixing and…” He considers closely the next thing he’s about to say, but throughout the past several hours, this is the only conclusion he can draw. The more he says the words in his head, the righter they feel. “And I wanted to take you out on a date.”

Your eyes widen and Yixing grabs your hand, too afraid that you’ll run from him again. “But I lost the bet, so there’s that.” He mumbles.

With the air squeezed from your lungs, you whisper, “We don’t need money to—”

“I know we don’t, but I wanted it anyway. It was selfish and vain of me, I know. But, I thought… Maybe if I had more money, you’d be more inclined to see me as a man… As somebody you can actually date.”

Taking the leap of faith, you lace your fingers through his. Yixing squeezes tight and you close your eyes, reveling in the warmth of his hand. Years. It’s been years since he’s done this.

You’ve waited so long, since that day at the bus stop, to feel his hand on yours again and for it not be just to see what it feels like. Finally, you feel like you can breathe. It fits as perfectly against yours as it did back then.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I do think of you as a man. I’m sorry that I’m bitter and dramatic. I’ve taken these emotions out on you without realizing it, all because I’m bothered that you don’t see me the way I’ve seen you throughout all these years. I hope you can forgive me, I’ve been a bad friend.”

“When you speak with such a voice,” Yixing laughs, “It’s impossible for me not to. I’m scared of what you could do to me.”

There’s a silence and you bring his knuckles up to your lips. Yixing’s eyes flutter shut with a lazy grin.

There’s never been such a perfect moment in his life.

“I like you just the way you are.” You whisper, the feeling is just about the same for you too. “Thank you.”

“And I’ll wait patiently for you to take me on the date you feel we deserve.” “Thank you.”

He repeats as you two lean against each other and enjoy the serenity of an empty park. If this is what all these years have been working towards, then it must all be worth it in the end. It may not be a crescendo of epic proportions, a searing, tear-filled kiss in the rain, a loud, emotional ‘I love you’ shouted in the middle of a crowded airport, but this is perfect.

Zhang Yixing can turn the mundane into something extraordinary, this is what’s most beautiful about him to you. For a moment, it’s all quiet and that’s just fine.

Until he gets sick all over a bundle of Lotus roots, that is.

#lay exo #exo x reader #exo x you #zhang yixing #lay fluff #yixing x reader #yixing #Lay

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darlinvandijk · 5 years ago

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Don’t talk to her like that

Concept: request for “maybe where they are dating, and she is there at the m&g and some girls are rude, and he gets all protective??”, it’s gonna be angsty as fuck but with a cute ending. Dm me and whatnot for requests or ideas! Also a friend had some great ideas and wanted to be a co-writer for this one, she did absolutely amazing helping me out! (Sorry this is so fucking long btw) Hope you enjoy :)

Today Ruel had one last concert before going on a two week break, let’s just say the boy was literally buzzing around with excitement for the free time he was going to have soon. I’m currently laying across the bed on the back of the tourbus, watching him play fifa like I usually do. He finishes a match before turning to me with the grin of a Cheshire Cat, knowing that look on his face I immediately try to push my body out of his reach, but as usual his long ass arms grabbed me instantly. Within seconds I’m hanging over his shoulder, basically a million feet above the ground, as he chants and tells everyone on the bus how good he is at fifa.

“Ruel dumbass put me down,” I shriek, laughter pouring out of me as he jostles my body around, all of the crew pulling their phones out to record the chaos. “Bubs we gotta go or you’ll be late, we can’t be late to another concert or Nate is going to take your game” I try to reason with the tall boy, my body slamming against his back as he instantly freezes.

He immediately jogs out of the bus, along with the few other crew members with us, running into the venue so he can get up on stage. He sets me down next to the stairs, giving me a small kiss before interlocking our pinkies, making me kiss one side as he kissed the other for good luck. I watch him in awe, completely overwhelmed by my beautiful boy doing what he loves.

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Ruel says his goodbyes to the crowd, thanking them for all the support they give him, before running off stage and coming straight to me. He lifts me up to spin me around, causing me to laugh at his excitement, before pushing him and his sweaty body away from me. He pulls me back instantly, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, causing all the crew backstage to coo at our relationship. We hear the click of a camera, turning to see Michelle smiling as she looks at the picture with the crew, all of them loving the relationship we have with each other.

He pulls me away to his dressing room, tossing me his phone as he rushes into the bathroom to shower, knowing he only has half an hour before he has to do his meet and greet. I walk over to his bag and pull out an outfit for him, before seating myself on the couch to play whatever games he has on his phone. I’m in the middle of playing angry birds when he runs out in a towel, giving me a boyish grin as he sees his outfit already laid out for him, walking over to place a kiss onto my forehead.

“Baby I’m so excited for this m&g, you know I love meeting the fans” he murmurs excitedly, pulling the sweater I picked out over his head. I let out a laugh, knowing that he was seconds away from bursting with excitement. I walk over and start to dry his hair, before fixing it so that it’s not tangled and messy. We walk out of the dressing room, heading straight to the little room where Michelle and the others are setting up the camera, waiting for them to give him instructions. He walks over to the couch and sits down, motioning me to go join him while he waits. Finally the time comes for us to go stand in the other room, so he can meet his fans before the pictures. Ruel grins at me, and leans down to press a quick kiss on my forehead as he makes his way to chair, before I turn to stand with Michelle off to the side, both of us smiling at the pure love he has for his fans.

"Okay Ruel, the girls are getting sent in now, you already know the drill" Nate confirms with him, watching him send a nod back in agreement. The doors then start opening as a group of teenage girls walk in, all animatedly talking, having not noticed the green eyed boy sitting in front of them. He stands up from his chair, causing the group of girls to freeze in shock, all of them in awe that he was truly standing in front of them. He sends them a grin before spreading his arms out, all of them rushing in to give him a group hug, but struggling because of the amount of them.

I stand off to the side of the room alone now, just watching with a smile at how happy they all were, before feeling Coco come up behind me and hug me. We both watch as the girls gathered in a complete circle around him, all trying to talk at once, spewing compliments and questions at him in a rush. After a couple minutes of questions Ruel walks into the other room, where the couch and camera were, letting the girls come in individually or in small groups for their pictures. Coco and I both laughing as we hear some of the picture requests the girls are asking for, knowing the look on his face must be hilarious right now.

"Babes, I'm just gonna get a drink, you want anything or a snack?" Coco questions, giving me a small grin while she waves Ruel’s credit card. I laugh at her crazy antics, turning to see the rest of the crew also laughing, knowing that she does this every time she can find his card. I swear her favorite hobby is to fuck with Ruel, she seriously thrives off of the reactions he gives her, but it’s his fault for never putting his wallet away, especially when he knows she’s going to keep doing it.

“I’m all good Co, thanks for asking though, but make sure you get him Cheetos or something” I laugh out, giving her a small wave as she practically skips out of the room, excited to make her way to another foreign store. I turn back to my original position, realizing I was left alone in the first room, since the rest of the crew went to go pack up the rest of the equipment. I anxiously start to play with my promise ring since I’m left with the rest of the fans since Nate, Michelle and Ruel were in the picture room. All of the girls were starting to look over at me, causing me to give them a small smile and wave like I usually do when I see them. Most returned the actions with excited looks, while three of the girls rolled their eyes and completely turned away from me, causing my stomach to instantly knot up with anxiety. I start to shift from side to side as a large portion of the girls make their way over to me, all of them watching me with wide eyes.

"I love you and Ruel, you guys are literally my favorite couple!" one of the girls gushed excitedly, the others surrounding me spewing out words of agreement. I smiled at the girls excitedly, but before I could even respond, another cut in -"you two are literally my OTP. I can't wait for you guys to just get married already" while jumping up and down. I blushed at all of their kind words before thanking them all, giving all of them individual hugs. They all started to ask me questions, wanting to know more about his personal life and our relationship. I answered what I could, before taking pictures with them, laughing and making jokes with them as we did so. As the large group of girls got called into the room for their group picture and mini personal q&a with him, they all turned to me to give me waves of goodbye and more rushed compliments, as I blushed and waved back.

"Have fun girls, feel free to ignore his jokes that he’ll make, since trust me I know they aren’t funny" I laugh out, watching as all of them laugh before making their way into the room. I was then left alone in the room with the girls who had seemed to take a disliking towards me. I decided to try once again to interact with them, wanting to have a positive relationship with all of his fans, smiling as the beautiful girls finally made their way towards me. I gave them all grins as I let out a sigh of relief, happy to interact with them, especially since I know how much his fans mean to him.

"Sooo you're the one dating Ruel right?" the first girl asks me mockingly, cocking her head to the side to look me up and down, instantly causing me to tense up at her tone. I give her a weary glance, before looking at the other two girls, watching them both look at me with the same judgemental look. I fiddle with my ring and start to chew on my bottom lip at the energy they are sending me, trying to figure out how to handle the situation since I’ve dealt with some fans sending hate, but I’ve never had a face to face situation before. I watch as their eyes instantly fly to my ring, causing them to tense up, eyes snapping to look at me with envy.

“Yeah, that’d be me.” I answer back hesitantly, sending them a small smile to ease the tension. The three of them simultaneously share a look, before turning back to me with fake smiles, eyeing me with a look that tells me this isn’t going to end up going well. I keep the smile on my face, trying my best to not let their attitudes get to me, the last thing I want is for his fans to hate me.

"I'm Alexis, and this is Ally and Annie" the main girl says, a cocky underlying tone, almost as if I was supposed to know who they were. I fight to hide the smile that was so close to breaking out on my face, at the fact that this was basically a cliche teen drama movie scene, with the typical mean girl group. Not only were their names similar, but they literally looked like clones of each other, I almost felt like I actually was in a teen movie. They continue to give me their cocky smiles, all whilst staring dead at me with a look I couldn’t decipher in their eyes. I feel my hands start to shake a little with anxiety, feeling insecure and scrutinized under the harsh glares of the pretty fans.

“I have a question for you-” Alexis states with her eyes brows raised, clearly being the main girl of this small group. I give her a nod to ask , instantly regretting it as I hear the words spewed from her mouth, "Tell me how the fuck someone like you, gets someone like Ruel." She practically spits at me, causing the other two girls smiles to wipe off their faces, replaced with frowns and matching glares. I freeze up at her upfront hostility, partially in shock at how bold she was considering Ruel is literally in the room right next to us.

"W-what do you mean by that? I would really like it if we could keep this amicable" I mutter out, feeling more and more insecure by the second, also really not wanting for Ruel to hear them and come out here. The last thing I’d want to do is cause a problem with him and his fans, knowing that his reaction isn’t going to be a pleasant one if he hears them. Upon hearing my words, they instantly inch closer to me, matching smirks on their faces.

"We mean, how does someone like you end up with a guy like him? I mean it’s not like you’re pretty or talented” Ally spits out, causing the both of her friends to nod in agreement. My jaw drops slightly while my eyebrows furrow, completely in shock that people can truly be this vile. I feel my eyes start to well up a bit, but I blink them away, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of their words actually having an impact on me. Before I can even speak up to defend myself, they instantly cut me off with more hateful words.

"You don't deserve someone like him, but don’t worry he'll realise that soon enough. He'll know that he should be with someone like us, you know someone that’s actually pretty. I actually wouldn't be surprised if he's already got someone else, poor boy probably just feels bad for you." Annie laughs out, all of them laughing at me as I stand there not knowing how to reply to them. I swallow the lump that’s rising in my throat, I mean maybe they were actually right, lord knows he could do better than me.

"You know maybe I'm not good enough for him, But he is one of the most loyal and amazing boyfriends in the world. He wouldn’t ever cheat on me or go for someone that spits out such cruel words." I quietly let out, trying to defend Ruel and I without causing anymore drama, also knowing deep in my heart that he’d never do such a thing. Knowing deep down that he loves me, loves me just as much as I love him.

"Yeah maybe he's loyal, but you're worthless, and everyone has a limit sweetheart. You’re not good enough, you’ll never be good enough for him, you’re nothing remember that. " Alexis starts to spit out hatefully, my eyes instantly welling up completely with tears as my face heats up in embarrassment. As I stand there completely belittled and hurt by their cruel words, I decide to try and speak up, but I get cut off by a familiar voice.

"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Ruel spits out, standing in the doorway, completely still with a cold look on his face. The girls turn around, completely petrified that he had heard them, all of them turning red as he stares at them with an unwavering look. Ruel stands there absolutely pissed at them, waiting to see if any of them are going to speak up, before taking a step forward once he realizes they won’t. I instantly step forward, not wanting him to say something he’ll regret to his fans, no matter how much they hurt me.

"Bubs, calm down please. It’s okay, I promise I’m fine." I whisper out with a shaking voice, watching him stare at me in concern, he shakes his head feeling completely upset that this is even happening. I place a hand on his arm, feeling how tense it is, feeling it tense up even more as he notices my tears and red rimmed eyes. He lets out a scoff and turns back to the girls, completely furious that people that claim to love him so much, would treat me in such a way.

"No, it isn't fine. They can't speak to you like that, I don’t care if they’re fans or not. I won’t tolerate shit like that. Don’t talk to her like that." He practically growls out, his hands shaking in anger as he watches the girls stand there, still unsure on what to do. I could literally see the girls shaking as they stand there, terrified at the little predicament they’ve landed themselves in. I take a deep breath in, watching as their eyes fill with tears, closing my eyes as I shakily breathe out and grab onto Ruel.

"Bubba, please leave it." I begged, causing his face to soften upon hearing my pleading tone, he lets out a deep sigh beige stiffly nodding his head. He reaches out to wipe away the tears falling down my face, leaning forward to kiss my forehead, before pulling me right against his chest. He turns back to the girls with me in his arms, watching them with a blank cold face, holding me tighter to calm down.

"I think you girls need to leave now. Sorry." He lets out while giving them blank looks, before looking down at the ground as they silently got escorted out to the main exit by Nate and Michelle, who I just realized had been silently watching the whole thing. I held him tighter, knowing how hard it was for him to do that, his fans mean the absolute world to him. He lets out a light sigh, shifting our bodies from side to side, pressing kisses to the top of my head every couple of seconds.

“Did the other girls hear?” I whisper out, scared that their opinions of me could have been shifted. Ruel shakes his head no, pulling away to lift my face towards his, giving me a slow but sweet kiss.

“No, they went through the exit in the picture room. Lets head to the bus now, I don’t want to be in here anymore” Ruel mumbles out, interlacing our fingers, lifting our conjoined hands and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. I lean into him as we walk to the bus silently, feeling completely destroyed by the girls words.

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Ruel and I lay cuddled up on the bed, fully wrapped up in each other under the blankets, his grip on me never lessening. Everything’s silent, neither of us knowing what to say about what happened. He shifts so he’s leaning on the headboard and pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap, his hands resting on my hips, rubbing soft circles into my skin.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You don’t deserve that. I love you, I really fucking love you. You’re not worthless. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, partner in crime, and everything in between.” He whispers out, watching as the tears fall down my face upon hearing his words. I let out a quiet sob as I wrap my arms around him, burrying my face into the crook of his neck so he can’t see my blotchy tear stained face. He wraps his arms around me, lightly humming a song in my ear in hopes of calming me down.

“It just really hurt, I do everything I can to make sure your fans like me, because I know how important they are to you, which makes them important to me. I try and give them sneak peeks into your life and tell them little facts about you that they can’t learn from an interview, but some of them still hate me. I wish I was good enough” I whimper out, causing Ruel to instantly stiffen and pull away from me. He faces me with a completely bewildered look, not knowing where to even start with what I just said. He reaches his hands up to wipe away my tears, before setting them against my face, holding me in a position where I can’t turn away from him.

“Lets start off with the fact that you don’t have to do any of that, but you’re so fucking nice that you do it for them anyways. Baby, some of them aren’t going to like you, but that’s okay. They’re just jealous that I chose you and the fact that I put a ring on it-“ he starts off, causing a laugh to bubble out of my throat with his Beyoncé reference, watching the grin that lights up his face upon hearing my laugh and seeing my smile. “and lastly, you’re good enough. You’re in fact too good, like I don’t deserve you, and the fans don’t deserve you. You’re perfect and I love you more than life bubs.” He ends his little speech softly, watching the way my face turns pink at his words, loving the way only he can have that effect on me.

I whisper back my I love you as he pulls me down onto the bed, holding me tighter and closer than usual. I roll over so that I’m on my back, with his head pressed to my chest, letting him fully relax from today’s stress while I play with the hair on the nape of his neck. I feel him let out a deep breath, fully relaxing into me as I move my hand up to massage his scalp. His breathing slowly starts to get deeper, before he drifts away, leaving me in complete silence as I hold him. I smile fondly as I glance down at him before looking back to the ceiling, truly grateful for the boy in my arms, because the love we have for each other is once in a lifetime.

#ruelvincentvandijk #ruel van dijk #one ruel #ruel #ruel one shot #ruel imagines #ruel imagine #x reader #one shot #imagine #imagines #free time ep #ruel fanfic

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starlightseb · 6 years ago

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crying in the club • leroy sané

A/N ~ this turned out wayyy longer than I planned and I had to miss out how I was going to end it so let me know if you want a part two! Also, I am currently taking requests!

Synopsis: clubbing seems to be the best cure for her break up woes but it doesn’t go to plan so someone familiar helps her out

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The breakup hit her so hard that her usual tactic of curling up in bed with a tub of ice-cream whist watching a rom-com just wasn’t going to cut it. Her self confidence had taken a massive knock- she needed to feel good about herself again. So she rummaged around in her make up bags, picking out the most daring colours for her eyes and lips whilst styling her hair up in a look she rarely ever dared to do. The dress she wore clung to her body, flaunting her curves and the heels she would normally avoid due to their uncomfortableness were strapped on around her ankles to complete her look.

She was never a fan of the idea of going out clubbing and had conjured up excuses in the past to avoid going out with her friends. However, tonight felt like the right time. She needed to forget and have fun and the club seemed the best place for that.

The lights of the club flashed and moved across the dance floor sporadically, causing her to feel disorientated and dizzy and she walked into the club. The music blared annoyingly in her ears, it was just noise. However, she shook all these annoyances off as she headed towards the bar. Her lack of alcoholic knowledge led her to just order what the person before her did. Which proved to be a mistake because the liquid burned her throat, causing her to have a coughing fit.

Deciding that the alcohol wasn’t for her, she headed out onto the dance floor. She may not be able to handle alcohol but dancing was definitely something that she was capable of. No longer was the music an annoyance, it was her guidance. She let the music dictate her moves and the way she swayed her hips, she felt electrified by the music and for the first time tonight she felt content.

That was until she felt unfamiliar arms snake around her waist. She froze immediately, the feeling of uncomfortableness overwhelming her new found happiness.

“Hey there.” A male voice spoke in a raspy tone, his hot breath hitting her neck and the strong smell of alcohol filling her nostrils.

“I’m not interested.” She spat back, trying to get the mans hands off of her.

The man suddenly stood back and she turned around to face him. He was visibly drunk. Very drunk.

“You’re not my type anyway.” He slurred before staggering off into the crowd and out of her sight.

She didn’t know why, but that just seemed to trigger her. She could feel the lump forming in her throat and her hands beginning to shake. She suddenly became aware of all the sweaty bodies around her and she just had to escape.

She pushed her way out of the commotion of people, pushing and pushing until she could see the exit. It felt like a weight getting lifted off of her shoulders when she stepped out into the fresh air of outdoors but she could still feel the tears trickling down her face, sticking to the skin off her cheeks.

She ran as fast as she could in the heels which were beginning to give her throbbing blisters, until she couldn’t cope with the pain anymore. She collapsed onto the pavement and fiddled around with the straps of her shoes until they came off. She aggressively threw them to the side and burst into a state of frantic tears and sobs. A few people walked by but chose to ignore her, despite her constant cries.

The night was made even worse when a rattle of thunder sounded before a downfall of aggressive rain. It bounced off of the pavement and the skin of her body. She just continued to cry because she had never felt this alone.

Leroy needed to get some odds and ends from the shop since he had forgotten to after training. He casually drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the catchy song playing from the radio. His relaxed nature came to an end when it started to rain heavily. ‘Typical Manchester weather’ he thought to himself as he leaned forward to get a better view of what was in front of him.

He steadily slowed the car as he approached the traffic lights emitting a dark shade of red. He looked around as he waited for the lights to turn green and spotted a body curled up on the ground, surrounded by the aggressive rain. When she looked up, he immediately recognised her face.

Without thinking, he rolled down the window and shouted her name. She responded by jumping up and looking at him questioningly.

“Come on, get in the car then.” Leroy shouted at her, unlocking the car doors. She hesitantly walked up to the car and opened the door, climbing into the passenger seat. She was shivering frantically and was dripping wet. With shaking hands, she reached for the seatbelt and put it on.

“There is an extra jacket in the back seat.” Leroy pointed out before starting up the engine again as the lights went from red to amber to green.

“T-thanks.” she stuttered and reached behind to grab the jacket and placed it over her bare shoulders.

“What were you even doing out there?” Leroy questioned as he glanced over at the club photographer that he saw almost everyday. She always looked well presented and happy, but that was in complete contrast to the girl he was seeing right now. Her make up was washed off her face; her eyes were red and puffy; her hair was all over the place.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” she answered in a cold tone, hugging the jacket closer to her body.

“Oh okay.” Leroy got the message and focused back on the driving.

He pulled over at a supermarket and looked over at her cautiously. “I’m just going to get some things from here. Do you need anything?”

“Uh, some chocolate and some wet wipes to get rid of my make up would be nice.” she shyly answered, playing with the buttons on the jacket.

“Okay.” Leroy jumped out of the car and raced inside the supermarket to avoid the rain the best he could. He picked up all that he needed plus the chocolate and wet wipes before paying and running back to his car.

When he got back into his car, he was welcomed by the sound of cries. She was sobbing again and was looking the other way. Leroy awkwardly placed the chocolate and wet wipes on her lap, earning a muffled ‘thank you’.

“I don’t mean to be intrusive or anything but are you okay? You’re really worrying me.” Leroy asked, not wanting to start driving again until he was sure that she wasn’t going to suffocate because of the lack of air she was probably getting because of her sobbing.

“Don’t worry, I’m just being overdramatic about a breakup. It’s nothing serious.” She answered with a sniffle, opening the packet of wet wipes and using one to rub at her face.

“You’re obviously hurt by it though. Do you want me and the City boys to sort him out? I’m pretty sure they would be up for it.” Leroy offered, earning a laugh from her in response.

“As much as I would love to see that, you all have more important things to focus on.” she picked at her nails nervously before speaking again. “In fact, could you maybe not mention this to the other guys, or anyone at City? I don’t want them knowing what a mess I made of myself... I kinda want to keep my job.”

“Of course. It will stay between us.” Leroy nodded before starting the engine again.

The rest of the car ride was silent apart from the radio and Leroy asking for directions to her house. When Leroy pulled up outside her house, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Before I go, can I ask you a question?” she bit her lip nervously waiting for Leroy’s response.

“Sure, go for it.” Leroy shrugged.

“Do you ever feel like you are not good enough?”

Leroy thought for a minute before answering. “Yeah, of course. I mean, not being included in the squad for the World Cup and struggling to make it into the City team sometimes this season, has had me feeling that way sometimes.”

“I’m sorry about that. I can’t imagine how difficult it was watching Germany during the World Cup.” She looked over at him sympathetically.

“It’s alright. I got over it eventually, plus it has only made me more determined to prove that I am deserving to be a part of both teams.” Leroy explained, meeting her gaze. “Is that how you feel right now? Not good enough?”

“Well yeah, a little bit. I mean, my ex said some brutal things when he broke up with me earlier and I haven’t been quite able to shake them off. I know that isn’t as confidence destroying as your situation but I can be quite overdramatic.”

“Well don’t listen to his stupid ass because you are perfect...” Leroy inwardly cursed himself for letting that slip out. “perfectly fine.” he corrected himself.

She blushed at his words as he cleared his throat awkwardly. She shuffled in her seat before undoing her belt.

“Well thank you for everything tonight, I appreciate it.” she smiled kindly at him.

“No problem at all and if your ex reaches out to you again, remind him that it’s your job to photograph professional athletes and they are perfectly capable of kicking his ass.” She laughed at his statement before climbing out of his car and walking back to her house.

Leroy smiled, proud of himslef for mangaing to improve her mood. And a part of him was itching with excitment over the idea of seeing her again at training tomorrow.

#footballer imagine #leroy sane #leroy sane imagine #manchester city #football imagine

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little-miss-kpop · 6 years ago

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BTS Reaction #2 Their reaction to you surprising them at work with a plan to seduce them... (For the purpose of this reaction the boy’s are not idols but are CEO’s of their own companies)

Kim Seokjin Jin looked up as he heard his office door open surprised by the noise as he secretary hadn’t announced that anyone was here to see him and if it was her coming in she would have knocked and waited for him to answer her. He was even more surprise to see you walking through the door with bags of food in your hands, you closed the door behind you and without Jin noticing you also lock the door. You walked over to the couch area Jin had in his office and set the food down on the coffee table before making your way over to where Jin sat behind his desk. “Hi baby girl, what are you doing here?” Jin asks as you sit yourself down in his lap, knowing you well enough to know what plans you had going on in your head as this wasn’.t the first time you had come to the office to fool around. “What does it look like, I brought lunch” You reply in a teasing tone causing him to chuckle a little. “I can see that baby but why did you decide to bring me lunch?” Jin continues to probe. “I’ve missed you the last couple of weeks, you come home after I’m asleep and your gone before I wake up so I wanted to come spent a little time with you and since you have to eat I thought this would be the perfect way to see you” You answer in a child-like tone while cuddling closer to him, now giving him pecks on his neck. “I’ve missed you to princess but you know how important this contract is for the company and it’s almost a done deal so I promise after it’s done I’ll take some time off and we can go on vacation or just stay copped up in the apartment just the two of us” He says whilst wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead “Now why don’t we go eat some of this food you so thoughtfully have brought us” You decided right then and there that you would put your seduction idea on hold knowing Jin and that he would come through on his promise to give you all his time once this contract was signed...

Min Yoongi As Yoongi walked into his office after the last meeting of the day he closed and locked the door not wanting to be disturbed by anyone, just wanting to finish his work and get home to cuddle up in bed with you. It wasn’t until you spun around in his chair scaring the life out of him that he realised you were in the room laughing till the point you were almost crying because of the little scream he let out before clutching his heart and bending over. After you both had calmed down you stood up from Yoongi chair and walk over to him. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to scare you” You say whilst starting to take of your coat revealing your outfit (a skin tight leather skirt and a white blouse that you could see your black bra through) to Yoongi whose eye’s were almost coming out of his head just from hearing you call him Sir. Yoongi doesn’t know how to reply as up until now your sex life had been pretty vanilla as it hadn’t been that long go that you two first had sex and a lot of the time Yoongi was to tired to try to much other then your typical missionary or cowgirl positions. Not that there was anything wrong with that, Yoongi still made you feel amazing and worshipped you in everyway. “Sir please let me make it up to you” You plead hoping that this doesn’t end in you getting rejected as you and Yoongi hadn’t talked about any sexual kinks and you were worried that he wasn’t into role play and would think that you’re weird. When he doesn’t answer and just walks around you and over to his chair your thinking that your biggest fear had come true until you hear Yoongi’s hand making contact with something and as you look over at him you see him hitting his leg signalling you to come sit on his lap. Without hesitation you almost run over to him, placing yourself in his lap and the was the start of a long kink filled night that went from Yoongi’s office, to his car and up to multiple rooms in your shared apartment. There was so many rounds and they each lasted a long time that Yoongi ended up taking the next day off to both recover and explore other rooms in the home with you...

Jung Hoseok From the moment Hobi left that morning you had been craving him, there was just something about seeing him in a suit that drove you wild. It also didn’t help that you had a big fantasy of office role play so the fact that your boyfriend was a CEO was the perfect opportunity to live out your fantasy. You entered his office at lunch time seeing him sitting on the couch and his secretary bending over in front of him putting food on the coffee table but also showing her entire cleavage to him making you laugh since he wasn’t even giving her a second glance. “Hey princess, what are you doing here?” He says standing up to great you with a hug and kiss. “Hey Oppa, I thought I’d bring lunch from your favourite place” You replied holding up the bag of food. As soon as he saw what you brought him he completely ignored to bland food his secretary had gotten him making her glare at you, hating that Hoseok didn’t given her even a third of the attention that he gave you. “Thank you so much baby, I’m starving!” He says kissing you all over your face showing you how excited he was for this food making you laugh and his secretary storm out of the room. As he was eating you stood up from your place beside him on the couch and moved over to the door which you made a point to close it loudly to piss off his secretary and then lock it knowing she could here the click too. You then walk over to Hobi’s desk feeling his eyes on you the whole time, you sat down on his chair and started looking up something on his computer. Once you found what you were looking for you played the video and sat back and watched, making Hobi intrigued with what your were so focused on. He gets up and walks up behind you looking at what you were watching and chocking on the food that was still in his mouth. “YA! Princess you can’t be watching that here or looking that up on my computer” He exclaims pausing the porn video you had brought up. “But Sir I just thought we could have some fun like they are in the video” You say standing up and playing with his tie. “Baby we have fun like that at home all the time” He answers confused by what your talking about and why your calling him Sir. “No Sir look” You say while clicking play on the video and turning on the volume. It then that it’s hits Hoseok what you want and why your calling him Sir and it makes it rock hard quicker then ever before and he gets straight to work making your fantasy which is now also his fantasy come true...

Kim Namjoon You and Namjoon had gotten into a fight that morning over the fact that he wasn’t spending anytime with you. You were hesitant going into this relationship because of the fact that you knew he was a workaholic but he promised you that he would make time for you even promising to take you out to dinner at least once a week. You to didn’t live together so you didn’t even get to see him at night and he barely called or texted you, all your friends joked that you were in a relationship with yourself not realising how much that hurt you because it was true. You don’t remember the last time he touched you or the last time you two even slept in the same bed, your heart was aching and this is why you didn’t want to get into this relationship to begin with but now you loved him yet he didn’t even care enough to make time for you. You had enough and came up with the plan to go to his office and seduce him, you needed him to know how lonely you were feeling and that he needed to do something about it. Once you arrive at the office you walk straight in shutting and locking his door once you knew he was in there and without saying a word to him you walked over to him stripping off your clothes down to your bra and panties leaving your heels on knowing that he loved it. “Baby what’s gotten into you?” Namjoon questioned but thoroughly enjoying what was happening. “I told you this morning I missed you and I was lonely but you wouldn’t take me seriously so I decided I would have to show you how serious I was” You answer moving to sit on his desk with your legs spread so he can fit between them. “I’m sorry about this morning baby, I wasn’t listening because I was just thinking about work but once I left I realised why you were so upset” He says standing up and moving in between your legs “I know my promises probably don’t mean anything to you now but I promise that I will started doing everything I said I would when you said yes to being mine and more” “Oppa I don’t need you to take me out every week I just want to spend time with you even if that’s just at your place or mine cuddled up on the couch watching movies. I don’t need fancy dinners, I just need you” You say making Namjoon question how he got so lucky. Namjoon doesn’t say anymore he just grabs your thighs pulling you closer to him and connecting your lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate with the idea of having on his office work desk, you two had done it on his desk at home and it was amazing so he could only guess this was going to be the same and it was so amazing that he wanted more of you so he left work for the day to take you to his place an continue what you started...

Park Jimin Today was your and Jimin’s 1 year anniversary and you had plans to go to dinner at a new super fancy restaurant, you had gone out a brought a skin tight red dress that you knew Jimin would love but as you were getting ready Jimin called saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it. Before he could even give you an excuse or apologise to you, you hung up already forming a plan in your head to celebrate your anniversary one way or the other. Heading down to the office his secretary tells you his in a emergency meeting right now but that I’m more then welcome to wait in his office which is what I do. It’s more then an hour later that he finally arrive back at his office being told by his secretary that I was waiting for him inside. He comes in closing the door behind him thinking that this was going to turn into a fight. “Sweetheart I told you I couldn’t make it tonight” He says thinking you were there so he could take you to dinner because that was the original plan. “I know Oppa but I wanted to come and at least see you on our anniversary” You say walking into his embrace. “Well I happy that your hear baby but I’ve got to get back to work if I hope to get home at all tonight” He tells you pulling away, walking over to his desk and sitting down in his chair. “But Oppa you haven’t even seen the dress I got just for you” You say not giving up on your plan just yet as you take off your coat revealing your tight red dress before walking over to him sitting on his desk and spreading your legs so him that you weren’t wearing any panties. Jimin jumps up and goes and locks the door knowing the no way in hell he’s letting you out of his office until he punishes you for what you are doing. The next day he gets his secretary to go out and get him a new chair and a new computer since his were broken the night before...

Kim Taehyung You sat in the office of your boyfriend’s company working, you were his secretary which is how you meet but you were keeping it a secret from the office and everyone outside your families. It was fun sneaking around, the sly touches here and there, the quick kisses in his office when no one was around but the one thing you really wanted you knew Taehyung was hesitant about and that was having sex in his office. You had decide that you were going to spent the morning teasing him so that when you entered his office in the afternoon with the plan to get him to fuck you he would be more likely to accept your plea because he’ll be horny. When you came into work you had a on a short tight skirt that made you ass look amazing as well as a low cut blouse that showed off your breasts whenever you bent over even a little bit with no bra on. Taehyung was already in his office so you walked in shutting the door just enough so no one can see either of you at his desk. Walking over to him you sat his daily morning coffee on his desk before leaning down and giving him the first kiss of the day which wasn’t unusual for the two of you but what surprised Tae was that he could see your boobs on full display. You gave a little giggle that was music to Taehyung’s ears as you pulled away and walked out of the room and over to your desk that was directly opposite Tae’s door meaning he had a good view of all of you. From your silky smooth legs underneath the desk to the tight skirt that had ridden up even more since you sat down displaying even more of your thighs to the blouse that barely covered you braless breasts and it was all killing Taehyung. It was lunch time when Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore after what he just discovered. When you called into his office to ask him what he wanted for lunch he looked up at you just in time to see you spread your legs revealing that you were wearing his favourite pair of panties and you were also touching what was his. He growled through the phone and commanded you cancel the office meeting that was schedule after lunch and then get your ass into his office now as well as to shut and lock the door and the longer you take the more you’ll be punished. You had never moved so fast in your life and next thing you know is your bent of his lap being spanked to the point you’ll have to take the day of work tomorrow because you can’t sit down but don’t worry Taehyung takes the day off to so that he can take care of his baby girl...

Jeon Jungkook Your boyfriend Jungkook had been stuck at work all week even sleeping there some nights which wasn’t ideal but you knew that he didn’t have a choice right now but what really pissed you off was knowing her secretary was there with him. She was a major bitch with a major want for Jungkook even when she knew he was with you, she had gotten your number from the odd time here and there when Jungkook asked her to message you something but she had used that to her advantage to wind you up and rub it in your face that Jungkook was spending more time with her then you. Her hope was that you would explode at Jungkook about her because she was 100 percent sure that he would be on her side and not yours but little did she now that you told Jungkook everything and he knew all about her texting you. He had already told you that once this contract deal was done and dusted he was going to fire her and you understood why he need to wait but you still didn’t like it especially this week when you hadn’t seen him at all and she got to see him all day everyday and made that point to you each and everyday. You put on address that Jungkook had gotten you but you had yet to wear as well as some Christian Louboutin that he had gotten you for your birthday. Entering the floor of his company where his office was his secretary immediately sees you, fury in her eyes she tries to tell you that he’s not available when you know for a fact that Jungkook has told her that I’m always welcome to go into his office whether he’s busy or not. So you ignore her and walk straight into his office not bothering to close the door before walking over to Jungkook who’s on the phone but smiling widely at seeing you. You walk behind him and massage his shoulders whilst waiting until his done with his phone call. As soon as he hangs up he spins in his chair and pulls you into his lap. “This is an amazing surprise, I’ve missed you so much this week baby” Jungkook says burying his face in your neck. “I’ve missed you too Oppa” You answer looking over to the door where you see his secretary watching the both of you glaring. “The dress looks incredible on you but I wish you hadn’t of worn it today because now all I can think of is ripping it off you!” He tells you before groaning into your neck because of how annoyed he is at his work. “Well good because that’s what I came here for” You reply back whilst getting up going off to the door and staring straight at his secretary while closing the door and locking it. Jungkook laughed noticing you were rubbing your relationship in her face and he didn’t care since you have been sending him all the text messages she sent you. You went back over to him and resumed your position on his lap, kissing him passionately. Even though Jungkook really didn’t have time he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to relieve some stress after the week his had while satisfying your needs as well...

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looselucy · 7 years ago

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May

I was a blubbering wreck of a woman. There were actual tears streaming down my face. No, it was the worse than that. My face was entirely damp. If your body is 60% water, I was definitely budging that number up to at least 90. Possibly even 100% water. At first, Mikes mum had waited for him, a bag in each hand and a backpack on, but she must have gotten bored/exhausted, since I had been hugging him for about ten million years. “I’ll see you in two months, Pip!” He tried to comfort me. “But I’ll never live with you again.” “Pip.” Tally sighed from our side. “My mums waiting outside too, I really need to go!” “WHAT?” I whimpered. “TWO AT ONCE? NO. NO I CAN’T DO IT!”

Tally had been lugging things home for weeks. Whenever she went home at the weekend, she would take bits and bats. That meant she only had one bag and her suitcase; her stupid, stupid pink suitcase, which held a special place in my heart because when we had moved in, myself, Grace and Tally all had these ridiculous, bright pink suitcases which made us bond immediately. She joined in the hug, and I cried even more, trying to ignore the fact that I had also just spotted Ringo walk out of her room, her parents next to her, all lugging huge bags and making it even more apparent that this was over. Our first year at university, was over. I didn’t want to admit it, but all the bags and all the parents and the fucking pink suitcases were slapping the truth right in my face. Mikes phone started ringing from his pocket. He didn’t pull from the hug but he did manage to retrieve his phone, much to my dismay. “Pippa-Potamus, it’s my mum.” He sighed. I was practically wiping my tears on his t-shirt, not wanting to pull away from him, but he was pulling from me, because his mum was clearly getting annoyed, and Mike was better at goodbyes than I was. Jesus, everyone was better at goodbyes than I was. “Okay.” I tried to compose myself as we all distanced. “I’m okay. I’m fine. I mean, I’m not. I feel like shit. But I’m fine. This is fine. I’m fine.” “Anytime a girl says she’s fine, she’s lying.” Mike smirked. “That’s so true.” I giggled. “You can’t say I haven’t learned a lot whilst I’ve been here!” He kissed my head at the exact same time as Tally kissed my cheek, and all too soon they were walking down the corridor, officially moving out. “BYE!” I blubbered. “LOVE YOU, PIPPA!” Mike yelled. “I LOVE YOU TOO!” “GET HOME SAFE!” Tally yelled next. I couldn’t even structure a sentence as they left through the front door for the very last time, their keys left on the kitchen top, next to the kettle, as instructed. Six little keys lay next to the kettle. We had placed them there the night before, because when we let ourselves back in, we knew it would be for the last time. I looked around myself, glum and despondent. All the mugs and plates were gone, even the bloody table was gone, since Harry had folded it up and packed it in his car that morning. Everything looked as empty as I felt. Ringo’s parents were out the door, howling for her to catch up as she just stared at me, and the second I looked up and caught her eye, she dropped her bags and ran to me, wrapping her arms around me as tightly as she physically could, and I returned the favour. We stayed that way, for a little while, gently swaying back and forth. “Thank you for everything.” She mumbled. “You’ve really helped me. Thank you.” I gripped onto her tighter for the smallest moment before she pulled away, and I could see the tears in her eyes, but she held them in. “I’ll see you in September, okay?” I gulped. “Promise?” “I promise.” She squeezed my hand and then rushed off, struggling to pick up all of her things, but managing, giving me the sweetest smile over her shoulder before she was out the door. To say I had spent barely any time with her, and she had spent most of the year avoiding all of us, I was grateful to have lived with her. I stayed in the kitchen until I was done crying, wiping under my eyes a few times before I sulked down the corridor into Harry’s room, seeing a few more bags, everything else packed up and in his car, as he knelt on his bed, taking the Fleetwood Mac poster down off his wall and rolling it up expertly, turning around briefly to spot me. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look like you’ve been smoking weed for about ten hours.” “Huh?” He got of the bed, holding the poster in one hand as he neared me, pointing towards my face, grinning. “The red eyes.” He chuckled. “Please don’t.” I groaned. “I’ve been crying for ten hours, seriously.” He moved over to me, and took me into his arms, hugging me as tightly as he could without creasing the poster. I melted into his body, soaking up his heat, enjoying every inch of him and the way he felt against me. All I had thought about, for two weeks solid, was the way he had kissed me after I had taken that picture. He hadn’t looked at me that way since. He hadn’t kissed me, or touched me in any similar way. He had barely flirted with me. He hadn’t been acting off or anything, but things just hadn’t quite been the same. I figured he had seen it. He had spotted the way I oozed admiration for him. He had stopped the way things were going because he knew I had feelings, and he didn’t want to hurt them, because he felt absolutely nothing similar. He’d once told me, that all he ever ended up doing was hurting people’s feelings, even when he didn’t mean to. He’d seen it in me in the same way he had seen it in countless girls before. I pulled out of the hug, because whenever we were that close I caved in on myself, and my feelings just exploded onto my skin, making it so even when I tried my best to act natural, my skin and my posture and everything about me just completely gave me away. “You all packed?” He asked me. “Yeah. It’s all in your car. Here.” I passed him his keys. “Thank you, for offering a lift.” “It’s no worries.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t add too much onto my journey.” “It’ll be like, an hour if that traffics bad.” “Yeah, but, I don’t care.” He told me. I smiled down to the floor, heaving out another breath. I couldn’t stay in his room any longer, so I was grateful to hear a knock on the front door, because the only person left was Zayn, and that would have to be his mother. I really wanted to meet her. I cautiously walked out of Harry’s room, seeing Zayn was already there, hugging his mother tightly. We walked out quietly, a little scared to interrupt their moment, but as soon as she spotted us, it was like the interruption was welcome. “You must be Harry and Pippa!” She cried, exiting the hug and approaching us, fast. “I’ve heard so much about the two of you!” All of a sudden, she was dragging Harry so he was closer to us and pulling us both into a hug, squeezing us tightly. She had such a mum vibe about her. She was small, slightly rounded, short hair but still this gorgeous, warm, amazing woman. I had literally been in her company for a matter of seconds and I was besotted. Once the hug was over she grabbed at Harry’s cheek, pinching it between her fingers, and I could tell from the look in her eyes, that she was having one of those typical mum reactions, when they meet an attractive, young man. “Aren’t you handsome?” She confirmed my thoughts. “So I’ve been told.” He smirked. It was the least surprising thing, that Harry was the kind of boy who completely reacted to that kind of thing and flirted back, and the two of them were absolutely loving it. I figured Zayn’s mum was the only person Harry could flirt with, and I wouldn’t get jealous. “I bet you have.” She giggled. “Mum, can you not?” Zayn groaned from behind her. “Fine, fine.” She tutted. I think one of the main reasons she was acting that way with Harry, was simply to get a rise out of Zayn, and to wind him up. It was definitely working. Zayn was huffing behind her, the definition of a grumpy teenager. That was enough to fuel Harry, too. “He’s a fun-sponge.” He folded his arms. “We’d have more fun without him.” “Harry, man, I’m ten seconds away from knocking you out!” Zayn grilled. Harry gave him the middle finger, whilst Jenna, Zayn’s mother, moved to me next, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. Her and Zayn had the same feel to them. When they were close to you, you couldn’t help but feel comforted. They were inviting, friendly, calm and alluring. That was a really amazing gene to have running through any family. I smiled, not feeling any kind of discomfort even though her face was inches from mine. “Pippa.” She smiled, seeming very emotional. “My son raves about you.” “He does?” I cooed. “Told me the other weekend, when he came home, that he probably wouldn’t have survived this year without you.” “I can believe that.” I shrugged happily. She moved to sling her arm around my shoulder, so we were facing down the corridor, seeing Harry and Zayn stood in the exact same way across from us, smiling down the hall, and I could see the love in everyone’s eyes. We all stood quietly for a while, just letting it sink in. I looked at the boys across from me, so excited to live with two of the greatest people I had ever known next year, but still sad to be leaving this first chapter behind. My heart was beating fast as I looked at both of them, bursting because of how highly I thought of them. “If my sister was here,” Zayn sighed. “I’d literally be surrounded by the most important people in my life.” That was one of the sweetest things Zayn had ever said, and of course I was beaming in revelling it in, tears in my eyes once again. Harry probably felt the same, but boys often tend to be even worse than girls when it comes to dealing with their feelings, which is saying something. So Harry couldn’t just enjoy it, he had to take the mick. “And I’m surrounded by the most sentimental people in my life.” He flustered sarcastically. ”Shut up, man!” Zayn hit his stomach hard, and distanced. “So, shall we make a move?” “Yes!” His mother beamed. “We’ll grab your stuff.” She rubbed a few soft circles over my back before she went off into her son’s room, collecting his things. Zayn stayed with us, because he knew everything me and Harry had to pack, was already in his car. It was our time. “I just need to get my poster and stuff” Harry sighed, the humour in his voice now totally gone. My face was down to the floor as he went into his room, and the very second he was out of sight, Zayn killed the short distance between us, and wrapped me tight into his arms. Obviously, I burst out crying straight away. I couldn’t even think straight. It wasn’t processing, the fact that I would still be living with him next year, and for the two of us, not much would change. Not really. I was just thinking about where we were, the halls we were stood in, and the fact we would never be there again. Everything was going to change, and it was good, in ways, but awful in others. “Don’t get upset.” He shushed. “Okay.” I wept, unconvincing. “I’ll come see you, okay? I’ll come meet your mum.” “She’d like that.” I giggled and sniffled. “I’d like that too.” Harry came out of his room, and joined in on the hug straight away, squeezing the two of us tight. Then the very moment Zayn began to distance, the tears came down heavier. Harry was fine, obviously, but I could tell Zayn was getting upset too and I hated that. I hadn’t really seen him like that, and it just made me even sadder than I already was. I just wanted him to be happy forever with no sadness in his life at all because my sweet little munchkin deserved nothing but happiness. I had to speed this up, for his sake. “See you soon bro, alright?” Harry patted his back. “Obviously. The festival, if not sooner.” He replied I nodded, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, before I scurried out of the front door without another word. I just needed to get out of there. I was a little concerned that I was close to hyperventilating. I tried not to think about the fact it was the last time I would walk out of that door. I didn’t want to think about anything. Harry only caught up once I was outside, having to jog a little to catch up with me as I headed over to the car-park, shaking, still crying. “Hey, Pip! Why’d you storm out of there?” He spoke breathlessly once he was by my side. “Can’t do it. Zayn was sad. I was sad. Why prolong that?” I was marching ahead of him, ignoring the way he was staring at me, just about keeping up, until he grabbed hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine tightly, forcing me to come to a standstill, tugging me so my body almost crashed into his. “C’mere.” He mumbled. I had never had to put up with so many heart wrenching hugs in one day. Harry, for some reason, thought it was a good idea to add another one onto the long list. Idiot. It was cold outside as my nose pressed into his chest, one of his hands wrapped in my locks and the other on my lower back, trying to comfort me, and I guess it was working, slightly. I stopped blubbering after a while, and reached the stage where I could breathe normally, and tears were just gently rolling down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure if being that close with him was actually just making it worse. “I’m fine.” I had to push him so he would further from me. “Can we go?” Before I could set off walking properly, he made sure to link our fingers again, because maybe I was wrong, maybe he actually enjoyed bloody torturing me. I didn’t fight it, though. It felt pretty natural, having my hand swallowed by his like that. He made sure to hold onto my skin tight as we trailed towards his car, and I hated the thought of him feeling my palms sweating, the way I was still shaking. Nothing was said as we walked over to where he was parked, my hand in his until we reached his little black car, where they slipped from each other, so Harry could wander round to the boot, just about able to jam in his final bag, alongside all mine and his own things, which wasn’t easy. It took a bit of rearranging, but after a while, he managed it, carefully balancing his rolled up poster on top of his things. We both got in the car, our building visible over a few trees, so I decided to look anywhere but, opting for my fingers which were laying on my lap, and absolutely covered in mascara. That didn’t make me feel any better. Harry began backing out, still looking completely unfazed by the fact we were leaving everything behind, as I pulled down the visor, horror in my eyes when I saw my face. I bloody knew I shouldn’t have worn mascara. “Bye, halls!” Harry waved at the building. “Love you!” “HARRY, YOU TIT!” I whelped. “What?” “Why didn’t you tell me I’ve got mascara all over my face?” “What?” “MY FACE IS LITERALLY PITCH BLACK!” I turned to him with my eyes wide, my hands held open just waiting for him to explain himself, but all he did was burst out in a deep chuckle, his crows feet coming out in full force, alongside the dimples. But I kept my face flat, no matter how hard, waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry.” He flustered. “I just thought if I told you, you would cry more!” “You’re the worst! I look horrendous!” I turned back to the mirror. “You never look horrendous.” He scoffed. My laughter died pretty quickly once he said that, and I noticed his did too. We were quiet as we pulled away from our university, and I couldn’t look at it in the same anymore, something had changed. But ignoring the sinking feeling, I was glad to be getting away from there, even for a short while. Away from lectures, and exams. Away from constant nights out and living in squalor, away from camp chairs and camp tables being used indoors. Away from Harry. Away from my feelings. I turned to look at him, because I had to make the most of the sight of him whilst I could, before I went back to reality. Because that’s how it felt. He didn’t even seem like a real person anymore. He was an image. A dream. A figment of my imagination and my impossible mind playing idiotic tricks on me. There had been a stage, where my heart had played tricks on me, thinking he could feel something remotely similar. But with each passing day, doubt conquered hope, and I lost sight of why I’d ever even felt that way. It’s horrible, how your own mind can fool you like that. Ignoring the way I felt, I tugged open the glove compartment, originally considering putting one of his many Fleetwood Mac CD’s on, but opting for something less sentimental. I then almost grabbed a Beatles CD, but then I thought of Ringo and that didn’t help me either. I settled on The Stranglers. Harry didn’t fight me on it, and so he shouldn’t, as the journey home began itself, the car completely weighed down by our collection of crap. A bloody table included. “No Fleetwood?” He poked out his bottom lip. “Nope. They’re shit.” “You tried to pull my leg with this very same shit last time, Pip-Squeak.” He shook his head. “You love Stevie and Lindsey. You’re a Fleetwood Mac fan. Deny it all you want.” “Fine. But I’m not in the mood for them today.” I leaned into the back of the car as much as I could, routing through a bag, which was thankfully close, and finding a pack of makeup wipes, my back aching by the time I had ripped one out of the seal. I turned back around and began wiping away all the makeup I had put on my face a few hours earlier, especially all the black crap that had crawled down my face. “You feeling any better?” He asked me, once my face was clear. “I guess.” I shrugged. “Just a bit overwhelmed.” “You okay about going home?” I didn’t know how to answer that, because of course I was. Like I said, it was a welcome escape. But the pressing issues that had kept me from going home all that time, still remained. I still hadn’t spoken with my dad. I even had to text Liam to ask for the address. I didn’t even know the bloody address of where my mum and my brother were living. The whole thing made me feel nauseous. I only had myself to blame, I knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier. “Um. Hmm. I’m... Yeah. I’m okay. It’s okay. It’s fine.” I attempted. “Convincing.” He huffed sarcastically. “Right?” I laughed at myself. “I think I could get into acting.” “Yes! Definitely.” He joined in. “That was truly spectacular.” “Do you think I can keep that up when I get home to persuade my mum I’m okay?” I was laughing coyly to myself, but after I’d said that, Harry’s face dropped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, but his head flipping back to me, to check over my face. “Are… Are you not okay?” He asked, seriously concerned. “No, I am. I just... I’ve never been good at facing my fears. I have a fear of goodbyes and a fear of my new family. I’m gunna tackle it all in one day. Get it all out of the way. That’s the way to do it, I think.” His face stayed pretty still for a while, before a smile cracked gracefully onto his lips, and he shook his head at me. “You still surprise me, y’know?” He grinned. “In a good way?” I squeaked. “Obviously.” He chuckled. “I dunno. You don’t give yourself enough credit. I don’t give you enough credit.” ”Credit for what?” I scowled. “Dunno.” He shrugged. “Just the way you are. You stay calm a lot. Deal with your own shit. I dunno, but it’s just nice to see. I like that about you. You’re a pretty calm person, y’know? Except when it comes to me.” My stomach was on the damn floor as I stared at him in disbelief, not quite able to comprehend what he had just said. I was panicking. All I could think was how he had definitely figured out how I felt for him, and even further than that, he had brought it up so freely, not caring about how much that would embarrass me and make me want to crawl out of that car and lie in the middle of the road just weeping, curled up in a ball and feeling sorry for myself. Of course I couldn’t stay calm with him. He was lovely and fascinating and infuriating and dangerously good with his hands. I stared at the unfazed fucker with wide eyes, baffled. “What?” I cried. “You get angry with me pretty easily.” He laughed. “Used to, anyway.” I had never been so happy to have read into something too much. It made me very aware that I wasn’t coping well, trying to escape my feelings, but bloody hell, I was so happy to have been wrong then. Obviously Harry was referring to how we had been when he first moved in with us, when I practically snapped at everything he said. I could tell he was a little thrown by my sigh of relief, but I couldn’t hold it in. “Ohhhhh.” I groaned. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s because you’re really annoying.” “I’m not the annoying one here. You are.” “I beg to differ.” I tutted. He stuck his tongue out at me, then his concentration went straight back to the road ahead of him. So I blew a raspberry and giggled to myself, a slight feeling of impending doom now we were on the motorway, but still grateful that Liam was home, and I didn’t have to go through it on my own. “I’m glad we’re past that, though.” He breathed. “Me too.” “Who d’ya think you would have lived with next year if me and you didn’t become bezzies?” “Me and Zayn would have fucked you off and lived together.” I smirked. “OI!” He complained. “That’s not very nice!” “Well you have to face the truth, Harold.” “I wish we’d never made friends. You’re mean.” I wasn’t sure what was worse, the headache I used to get when we argued, or the headache I got whenever I saw him now, and my eyes would burst into heart shapes. Neither was great. I had only had a short, blissful, few weeks in between where Harry was just... Harry. In my head, it literally felt like I’d gone from hating him and jumped to being infatuated with him in zero seconds flat. I didn’t even think that was possible. “You looking forward to getting home?” I asked him a while later. “Definitely.” He groaned. “I mean, I hate to admit it because I feel like my lad status will decrease, but I miss living with my dads.” “Your lad status?” I sneered. “Yeah!” He cried. “I’ve got a massive lad status.” “Oh really?” I giggled. “Is that because of all your laddy fights, and your drinking, and your undeniable charm?” “To name a few!” He grinned. Once again, I was shaking my head at Harry Styles, which was something I did often. I’d say it was up there with the amount I rolled my eyes at him. The car journey continued that way, all laughs and jokes and taking the mick out of each other, which was absolutely brilliant and wonderful at the same time as being totally heart-wrenching. Soon enough, I was directing Harry through my town, thankfully familiar with the road my mum and Liam were now living on, the sleepy town looking different with the sun beating down on it, as opposed to the December weather I had last seen blessing those streets. “I’m nervous.” I whispered under my breath. Harry moved a hand over to me, grabbing at my palm and giving me a tight, encouraging squeeze. My fingers gently toyed with his skin for the brief moment it was there. “You’ll be okay.” He told me. “I know.” “And, y’know if you’re ever struggling, I’m always here to talk to. Just call me, or text me, okay? I’m here for you.” That completely went against my whole avoiding him and making the most of our time apart, but it felt so good to have him offer that to me; to know he would be there with a level head whenever I felt like I needed someone to talk to. I was hoping things wouldn’t be that bad, but at least I knew, if they ever were, I would be able to talk to Harry. “Thanks.” I mumbled. “Anytime.” He told me firmly. Only a few minutes later, and we pulled up to my new family home. It was small, nestled between two other houses, but it looked nice enough. I knew my mum would get a nice place, since she could afford to, but it seemed a bit silly to rent somewhere too flamboyant, because it was just a temporary thing. We pulled up outside, and I looked up to the building in silence for a minute or two, taking it all in, before Harry opened his door, signalling it was time for me to man up, get out of the car, and get used to it. Harry checked the road was clear before he opened the back door, and began retrieving some of my things, so I did the same on my side, picking out everything that was mine from the mountain of shite in his car. A few bags had been chucked on the pavement before the door to the house opened, Liam stood with the most excited grin you have ever seen taking over his entire face. “LIAM!” I squealed. I basically jumped the short distance between the two of us, right into his arms as we shared a gigantic hug, swaying back and forth as he giggled excitedly into my hair, and it was so comforting that I automatically stopped worrying about being there. “You okay?” He asked as we pulled away. “Yeah, I’m great, yeah!” I said honestly. Because it was hard to remember how upset and nervous I had been all day, when my brother was there making me feel so welcome, clearly so happy to see me. Harry slammed the car door and jogged round to our side. “Liam, man.” He greeted as they slapped their hands together, then gripped on tight. “You good?” “Yeah I’m great, bro. Good to see you!” He replied. “Thanks for giving her a lift.” “Don’t mention it.” He smiled. “I thought you were working?” I questioned. “I booked it off. Thought you might need some help unpacking.” “We do.” Harry huffed. “Your sisters got a lot of shit, for one tiny person.” “I’m not tiny!” I cried. “True mate.” Liam tutted. “She keeps hold of the most pointless crap.” The two of them bounded over to the car, chatting and laughing about me as I stood on the pavement with my arms folded, feeling pretty ganged up against, but kind of liking it. I had gotten used to that kind of thing over the years. Besides, I liked Liam and Harry getting on. Just as I was about to start helping, I felt the presence of a tiny being behind me, turning around to see my beautiful beagle having ran out of the front door, automatically jumping up to me. “OH MY GODDDD!” I wept. “Timmy-Two, my angel. My sweet, beautiful, gorgeous angel! I’ve missed you!” Just as I was about to bend down and hug the life out of my dog, he darted from me, straight over to Harry, who got down to his level right away, accepting the atrocious licks to the face that Timmy-Two was giving him. “HEEEEEY!” There was so much joy in his voice, his eyes shut, as he was attacked in the most wonderful way possibly. “We finally meet!” If there was one thing that was going to top my brother loving Harry, it would be my dog, and he definitely seemed like a fan. He was my bloody dog! I hadn’t seen the bugger since January, but right away he ran over to Harry, this stranger, completely enchanted by him. I couldn’t believe that Harry was alluring even to animals. “Nice to see you too, Timmy-Two.” I groaned. “I’m irresistible to animals. And usually girls, too.” He smirked. “Same, bro.” Liam agreed through a laugh. “You both make me sick.” I huffed. “Okay, c’mon now, Timmy-Two. Back inside.” It didn’t take anything more than that, he darted from Harry and back indoors, like he was told, which made me very smug as I swayed past Harry and began unloading the vehicle, the two of them helping me along the way as we moved my mountains of crap from his car, into the house. It was weird, the first time I walked through the door. It was more overwhelming, and upsetting, than I thought it was going to be. We walked straight into the living room, which was pretty big. But it was just so abnormal seeing so many things from the home I had grown up in, inhabiting this unfamiliar building. There was a lump in my throat as I looked around the four walls. I hated it. I hated the fact that a damn painting had been there before I had. That inanimate objects from my childhood had been more of a comfort to my mother than I had been. The lump in my throat got worse and worse with every trip from the car to the house, Harry and Liam droning on about something or other, but I could barely hear them over the dense noise my shame was creating. It took around five minutes, but then we were done, and I flopped onto the sofa straight away, Harry dropping down beside me as Liam collapsed onto the other. That was a hard days work, as far as we were concerned. Harry let out a big sigh before speaking. “So I have a question?” “Shoot.” I spurred. “Do you always call him by his full name?” “What? Who? Liam?” “No!” He laughed. “Timmy-Two. Do you never just call him Timmy? Or-” “No. Timmy was our first dog.” I told him. “Okay then. Well… maybe, TT? Or Tim-Two, or- OH MY GOD! You should totally call your dog Timbuk-Two! That’s the best name ever!” The pride in his face for thinking up yet another ridiculous nickname, was the most joyful thing I had ever seen. The fact that Liam burst out laughing helped it along very nicely. It must have been some weird talent he had, thinking up nicknames like that. “That’s actually longer than Timmy-Two.” I chuckled. “Isn’t the whole point of a nickname for it to be shorter?” “The rule doesn’t apply if the nickname is funnier than the original, and Timbuk-Two is funny. See! Look at Liam!” He was still laughing like an idiot, even though it definitely wasn’t that funny. I put it down to the fact he had been traveling and hiking for so long. Human company, and British humour especially, was a rare treat for him. One he had missed. “Liam laughs at anything.” I told him. “You’re just jealous that I’m the funny one in our friendship. And the charming one, and the gorgeous one.” He shrugged happily. “Okay then, which one am I?” I asked. “You’re the grumpy one.” “Fucking hell, man!” Liam chirped. “Harry, you are funny.” I was trying to give Liam death stares for boosting Harry’s ego even more, but he was too busy having crinkly eyes and clutching his stomach. I couldn’t help but second what Zayn had said a little earlier in the day, because I felt lucky to have spent such a sad day, with literally every person who meant the most to me, my mum soon to be added to the list. “If we were the seven dwarfs,” Harry continued. “I would be Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, and Sneezy. You would be Grumpy and Dopey. Liam would be Doc.” Liam was done in. He gave Harry a round of applause, seeming to agree with that analogy wholeheartedly. Harry pinched at my cheek whilst laughing at me, so I quickly swatted his hand away, trying my very best not to even crack a smile, but it was difficult. “Are you not leaving?” I groaned. “Yes, alas, my time has come.” He slapped his legs and then bounced to his feet. “I bid you farewell. Liam, man, I appreciate you laughing at my jokes, at least someone here realises how funny I am. However, you, Pip-Squeak, have never appreciated me, and I’m sick of it. So goodbye.” He dramatically flounced out of the front door without another word, pretending to weep as he went. Timmy-Two began barking at his absence right away, and without even really thinking what I was doing, I had darted out of the front door, to say goodbye to him properly. He was waiting for me to do just that. As soon as I was on the pavement, he wrapped me tight into his arms, the wind that raced down the street dancing with my hair until he tucked it under his arms, and swayed me slightly, so the two of us were closer to dancing than my hair was. I decided, for once, to be honest with him. Not as honest as my heart was begging me to be, but as honest as I dared. “I’m gunna miss you.” I told him. “Mm. I’m gunna miss you too.” He spoke lowly. “You better text me.” “I will when I find the time.” I joked. “Ha ha. Very funny.” He said, pulling away. “I’ll see you at the festival though, alright?” “Yeah, I’ll see you there.” He was hesitant, definitely; but with a little credence, he moved his lips to my forehead, pressing a lingering, flinty kiss against my skin, fingers wrapping in my hair. I appreciated the kiss, that goes without saying, but it wasn’t exactly on the part of my face I had been wishing for. “Stay safe, alright?” He told me, edging away and moving to the correct side of his car. “I’ll try.” “See you soon.” His smile tucked into his mouth. I just nodded, and once he was in his car and the engine started, I gave him a little wave, the lump in my throat returning as he began pulling away from the curb, but I was almost sure that this time, the lump was my heart, jamming up into my throat and making it near impossible for me to breathe. I watched as he began driving off down to the road, and for the first time it didn’t feel like such a good idea to distance from him, to be away from him. I just wanted to be closer to him. I could still see his car, and he was too far away for my liking. I hadn’t really been out of his company for months. I was used to there just being a wall between us, not miles. I dropped my head, hoping and praying that the distance would make me sane again, when I heard car tires screeching. My head bolted up, thinking the worst, but Harry had just pulled up again, way down the road, tearing up onto the pavement. He got out of the car quickly, slamming his door shut and then storming up the road. He looked angry, or frustrated, or something along those lines. I stayed stood perfectly still as he marched towards me, his long legs making the distance almost irrelevant. He was back with me in seconds. “Did I forget something or-” Harry cut my words short by grabbing my face and pushing his lips against mine, grunting against my shocked mouth automatically as his fingers clawed at the side of my face, his body pressing closer against mine, his mouth widening, inviting my tongue to play with his. That was what I had wanted. That was what I had wished happened when he kissed my forehead. But it was different, somehow. This kiss didn’t seem rushed, or driven by heat. It was passionate, and there was a sense of longing that lingered between his plump lips and mine. That kiss differed from every single kiss we’d shared previously, and I found myself falling even further down the spiral. But it was brief. Much briefer than I craved. He distanced from me once again, his hands staying glued to my cheeks for as long as he could physically manage as he walked away from me again, skin unhinging from skin once the distance was too great, and he walked back down the road to his car without another word. I watched him again. I saw the way his hand ran through his hair, the way he rolled his shoulders, and I hated the fact that even after discussing body language in numerous lectures, I still couldn’t figure out what that meant. He climbed into his car again, and set off home. His second attempt was successful.

#HOME TIME #BB29 #Harry Styles #1dff

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bugheadotp · 7 years ago

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17! Xx dreamersshouldknowbetter

meeting at a party whilst drunk au

@dreamersshouldknowbetter

I went slightly off prompt, but here you go!

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It had been a month since Archie Andrews had broken up with his girlfriend of three years, Betty Cooper but he had already moved on, several times in fact. Meanwhile, Betty hadn’t. She was too heartbroken and refused to leave her room for a week.

It had taken the encouragement of her best friends, Veronica and Kevin, and even her parents before she’d gone out. Betty had the support of the River Vixens, (Cheryl had even hugged her and promised that she’d help make him jealous, which had freaked her out at first.)

It was first football game of the season, against Riverdale High’s arch rivals, Southside High. The other team had only been playing for a couple of years, but hadn’t lost a match yet however, win or lose, there was always an after party held at Thornhill Mansion.

After the match, the girls changing rooms were buzzing with excitement. Not only had Riverdale High won, but they’d managed to create a new record between the schools.

Cheryl and Veronica were helping Betty get ready for the party. They had somehow managed to convince Betty to ditch her usual pastel pink jumper and blue jeans for a deep v-neck red top and a short black leather skirt. Finishing off the look with bright red lipstick and leaving her hair falling to just under her shoulders, the squad set off to Cheryl’s home.

Tonight, it seemed like the entire school had decided to attend the party. Veronica had disappeared to ‘get a drink’ which was code for ‘i’m going to make out with someone,’ so Betty was left alone. She was fully aware of the attention that people were paying her, hungry eyes from boys and jealous eyes from their girlfriends.

A very slightly tipsy Kevin, walked up to her with a red cup and handed it to her. “Betty Cooper, tonight we drink. Tomorrow, we suffer.” Betty downed whatever concoction was in the cup and placed it on the floor. “Are you okay? Being here?” he asked.

Betty nodded, “I have a year of school left and share most of my classes with him. Go have fun Kevin, you deserve it.”

Kevin pouted for a moment, then kissed Betty on the cheek. “Promise you’ll tell me if you need me?”

The blonde nodded then shooed him away and decided to go and get another drink herself.

Over the past couple of years, Betty had become somewhat of an expert when it came to making drinks. She rarely drank more than a couple of sips of Archie’s drink and was always the designated driver, but not tonight.

The table in the kitchen had a red table cloth on, typical, Betty thought, several opened bottles of liquid and a few unopened. She opted for those, her mother’s voice booming in her head about ‘who could have slipped what into the drinks.’

Betty was concentrating so much on what was in front of her, she didn’t notice the boy standing next to the counter who was trying not to stare down her top.

“Um, do you need a hand?” he asked, watching Betty trying to unscrew a the lid of a bottle.

Betty pressed her lips together, a small dimple formed. “Yes please.”

Theraven haired boy pushed himself off the counter and stepped towards Betty,their hands touching as he took the bottle off her. “You flying solo tonight?”

“What makes you think that?” she replied, not missing a beat.

“You’ve been standing next to the stairs since you arrived, normally you’re glued to your jock boyfriend.”

Betty scoffed, “We’re not together anymore actually.”

“Then why’s he looking at us, like I’ve stolen something from him?”

“Oh shit,” Betty looked panicked. Archie had no right to pull this stunt. She glanced between her ex and the guy in front of her, “what’s your name?”

He squinted his eyes, “Jughead. Why?”

“Hi Jughead, I’m Betty.” Before he could respond, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, crashing his mouth to hers. In those few moments, there was more passion between them then any kiss she had shared with Archie.

Jughead’s arm wrapped around Betty’s waist, pulling her closer. The room fell into silence as they watched the Southsider and Northsider making out.

“Oi,” Cheryl yelled out. “It’s a party, not a damn art gallery so stop staring and start dancing.” She winked towards the couple, then moved back towards her group of friends.

The two broke apart, breathless. “Wanna get out of here?” Jughead asked. Betty nodded and they left.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #short fic au

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fathertaurus · 7 years ago

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DATING ZENDAYA PART ONE: Fem!Reader

A/N: okAY LOOK. NO ONE IS WRITING THINGS LIKE THIS ABOUT THIS QUEEN SO LEMME DO IT FOR MY OWN PAN ASS CAUSE I NEED IT THANKS

P.S: a lot of this is just me going off on tangents, if yall dont like it please tell me in my inbox what you would prefer to see in the next part or for other potential celebrities

ALSO NONE OF THIS HAS BEEN REALLY EDITED SO IF IT’S MESSY…I’M SORRY I REALLY AM

AND THIS IS MY VERY FIRST TIME WRITING ONE OF THESE SO IF THERE’S SOME SORT OF RULES TO IT IM SORRY BUT I DIDN’T KNOW

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FOR DIALOGUE PURPOSES:

You

Zendaya

SNAPCHAT/SOCIAL MEDIA:

On god you would be on that girl’s Snapchat all the time (well whenever she posts)

DRIVING VIDEOS

She’d have some music blasting while she pans the camera over to you

Her hand is on your thigh

You’re oblivious to her recording

She flips the camera back on her and she has the sweetest grin on her face

But there would be those few times where you’d catch her and you’d groan at the top of your lungs

“The directions say to turn—Oh my— Can you focus on the road please”

“How can I focus on the road when you’re sitting right next to me?”

“…oh be quiet.”

SINGING OSHJW

It would be a bit embarrassing how many videos there would be of the two of you screaming 2000s R&B hits

Not to mention how many times those videos would be in the car

So you would catch people staring at you 24:7 which adds on to the amusement

If you’re not playing 2000s R&B it’s Bruno Mars..or Beyoncé..LEMONADE TO BE SPECIFIC

“MIDDLE FINGERS UP WAVE THOSE HANDS HIGH”

“PUT IT IN HIS FACE, TELL ‘IM BOY BYE”

She’d record you singing in the shower

You’d record her singing while she’s cooking or watching tv

It always end in a duet

D A N C I N G

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE GIRL CAN DANCE

WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE A THOUSAND OF VIDEOS OF HER GETTING DOWN IN THE KITCHEN

And whenever you decide to start boogieing she has to hype you up

Because if not who else???

But her hyping would get dangerous

She’d get you so geeked you would probably get down so hard you break something

“GET IT GET IT GET IT—“

You: *crashes into wall*

“Oh no.”

*snapchat video cuts out*

Cute Ass Fluffy videos&pictures/MIC

She’d take unnoticed pictures of you whilst you were

Eating

Watching tv

Driving

Sleeping

literally doing anything she invades your privacy so much it should be a bit illegal

You’d both be laughing about something really hard and she’d have to record it (more for her own sake but y’know the world should see it too)

but no one would be about to understand what you guys are saying because you’re both cracking up from laughter

“Y-YOU ARE *snort* SO STUPID–”

“Did you just *cackle* dID YoU JUst sNORT?!”

“OH MY–I’m breaking-g up with you this relations-ship is over.”

You’d be more of the instagram type, posting pictures and videos of her doing similar domestic things

And if you weren’t posting cute photos such as that you were posting a whole bunch of promo for whatever project she was working on

(she would definitely have you model for her clothing line, there is no doubt)

The two of you would try your best to fit small vacations in your schedules

they typically clashed due to her working and your schooling but you managed

you would spend months looking for the best place to spend a couple days, extravagant or not

it could be somewhere on a far away island

or just at some hotel a city away

anything that separates you from your daily stresses

The cutest thing though is how excited she would be to see you no matter the time of day or what was happening or how long it had been since the last you had seen each other

it could months when she was off filming somewhere

it could be weeks–press tours and what not

it could be days in which she had to go travel for some red carpet or fashion show

it could be a couple hours, when she was on very long shoots

and it could be minutes

she just hates being away from you too long

so when she sees you again, the kisses and hugs are indescribable

and the sex is fantastic who am I kidding

OUTINGS

DATES

You two are big fans on PDA

at most its holding hands or a peck on the cheek

You guys are always color-coordinated

You can’t explain why

it just happens

Every

Single

Time

And the fans love it??????

There are several accounts dedicated to your guys’ matching outfits

Some fans would go into full details about it

Others would just scream

and there are some that think it’s some sort of illuminati conspiracy theory but let’s leave that alone

One of your favorite things to do together in public is go for lunch dates

They weren’t always fancy

sometimes it would just be the two of you sitting in her car eating In-N-Out

But other occasions were typically instagram worthy

meaning you go somewhere pretty nice and then end up posting a photo of your lunch with her sitting in the background

these photos would become a collection

every time you guys went out for lunch (or any other meal, but typically lunch) you would post the picture to your gram

And everyone would love you for it

Including Zendaya who would claim to be annoyed by it

but would secretly love it

And if you weren’t eating meals together it was with your close group of friends/the spiderman:homecoming

(TOM)

(HE’S GONNA HAVE HIS OWN SECTION BECAUSE THE BEAN IS ONE OF YOUR GUYS CLOSEST FRIENDS)

Zendaya would invite your closests friends over and it would be a fantastic “group date” (because they were all severely jealous of your love for each other)

lots of dancing

lots of laughing

lots of really really good food

And even though you guys weren’t alone it still felt like it was just the two of you

INTERVIEWS

You were never in the interview

but you did your best to be on the sidelines because she loved having you there

And the interviewers always did their damn best to get info on your relationship

They’d get little things but if they asked the right questions like:

What’s something she does that makes you laugh?

What’s your favorite thing to do together?

What’s one of her quirks that you love?

THe girl would go off on a tangent

Just non-stop gushing about you and your shared memories

Which left you burning in the face and caused butterflies to stir in the pit of your stomach

PREMIERES

The first time she takes you to a premiere as he date it would be Spiderman:Homecoming

and it would be recorded religiously

People already knew you two had been dating for a while now but this was still your first extremely public outing

Meaning you were nervous as hell

But she helped you pick out the perfect outfit because she wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible while still looking fantastic

And the second you meet her eye she’s on the ground, literally throwing a fit because her girlfriend looks so hot (and someone is off to the side posting the whole thing on her snap)

“Come on I wanna see you!”

“Alright alright I’m coming.”

*walks from around the corner*

“…ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

“WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!”

“YOU LOOK SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL”

“I hate you.”

You would show up on the red carpet and all she would do is either step back and show you off

Or she’d be connected to your hip, fingers intertwined with yours, a hand wrapped around your waist

Regardless, she would be glued to your side all night, not because she’s clingy because she wanted to make sure you were okay

And at the end of the night the two of you would cuddle in bed together and you would continually congratulate her on the movie and remind her how proud you are of everything’s she accomplished

“You’re so talented you know that?’

“I thought I was suppose to be the mushy one babe.”

“Well you deserve a night off.”

“Thanks.” She chuckles shaking her head at you.

“….I love you.”

“I love you too.”

FRIENDS

WE MUST TALK ABOUT TOM

BECAUSE HE IS YOUR GUYS’ COUPLE FRIEND

You of course met him whilst Zendaya was working on SP:HC and instantly the three of you built a bond

it might’ve been due to the fact that you were such a big spiderman fan and begged your girlfriend to hang out with him but hey who knows right??

(you honestly just wanted to see the suit. Tom Holland who??)

Over the course of the months of working on the movie it soon became impossible to separate the three of you

You were either

messing around on set (when you were suppose to be at school actually but who cares about education)

going out to eat (and the boy could eat)

and predominantly hanging out at Your’s and Zendaya’s house

Zendaya made sure to teach the boy a couple of dance moves that she had already taught you

to which there would be video evidence of

SLEEPOVERS

After 14 hours shoots you would come to pick Zendaya up from the set

And Tom would be there too, equally exhausted if not more

So you asked if he’d like to just spend the night so he wouldn’t have to drive back to his place

He agreed gratefully

THIS BECOMES A THING

SLEEPOVERS ARE ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN BETWEEN THE THREE OF YOU

but soon after you start inviting other people everyone once in awhile just because it’s a memorable thing

HE IS SO SUPPORTIVE OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP

COnstantly posting you guys on his insta story whenever you’re all together

getting into twitter arguments with you both

becoming memes

petty & hilarious arguments

you and Zendaya ganging up on Tom for a multitude of things but of course it’s love

HE JUST REALLY LOVES YOU GUYS OKAY CAUSE YALL ARE CUTE AF AND SO IS HE

and of course you guys have other friends, couple friends amongst them too but yall got a bond like no other with spider boy

A/N: OKAY THAT’S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW..who knows if anyone will actually see this or enjoy it but hEY I NEED GOOOD ZENDAYA CONTENT AND SINCE YALL NOT DELIVERING I WILL

#zendaya #tom holland #tom holland imagine #zendaya coleman #spider man: homecoming #peter parker

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peckhampeculiar · 6 years ago

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Nunhead Nick

Words Seamus Hasson; Photo Lima Charlie

In a classic case of the chicken and egg scenario it’s uncertain whether the Old Nun’s Head was named after the area or if it is in fact the other way around. While historians can argue about which came first, there’s no debating the charm and elegance of this local boozer which has a history dating back to the 17th century.

Although the original pub that stood on the site has long-since been replaced; the present Tudor-style bar was built around 1934. Inside, its classic wood panelling and comfy snugs have offered refuge to generations of local residents.

The current custodian of this much-loved Nunhead establishment, Nick McNeill has been at the helm for the past six years. It’s a role he clearly relishes. “I always describe my job as basically inviting the general public to come to my house and have a good time,” Nick tells me.

“It’s my job to show them a good time, whether it’s through the selling of really nice drinks, really nice food, the entertainment we do or just the general atmosphere and the staff. You know, I want people to come to my house and have a good time and there’s genuine job satisfaction in that.”

I arrive at the Old Nun’s Head on a Wednesday evening to find Nick and Ludo - his two and a half year-old Miniature Labradoodle mingling with the patrons. Nick’s convivial nature and laid back charm is clearly popular with locals but it’s obvious who the real star is.

“Everyone knows Ludo.” Nick says. “He’s lived here since he was a baby. The minute he sees a regular customer his tail starts wagging and every time someone opens a bag of pork scratchings he’s their new best friend.

“We’re a very dog friendly pub and I love having all the different dogs coming in here. And it’s nice to have our own resident dog.” Whilst I distract Nick with questions about the bars food and entertainment, Ludo takes on the role of the perfect host, attracting the attention of passing customers.

His residence in the bar (he lives upstairs with Nick, Nick’s girlfriend and the bar manager Monica) perfectly sums up the establishments sense of fun and irreverence. The bar’s function room hosts a number of regular events including comedy nights, drag queens and queer cabaret shows.

Later that week, Nick informs me they are getting ready for a ‘chilli karaoke competition.’ “Basically you start singing the song,” he explains. “Then after 30 seconds they stop the song and you eat a whole jalapeno chilli pepper. Then you have to finish signing the song. I think it suits this place, it’s silly and we try not to take ourselves too serious.”

And what about the drag queen nights, are they traditional acts like Danny La Rue? I ask, channelling my inner David Brent. “Oh no no no no no definitely not, no,” Nick politely but firmly corrects me. “It’s much more modern, gender fluid, non-binary, arty. Some of it’s political; some of it’s just fun. There’s some stand up, some of it is just dancing and lip syncing. There’s also some quite poignant poetic stuff.

“There aren’t many places in South East London where you can see drag queens and drag kings and stuff like that. We do it because we like it and because it’s fun, not because we’re trying to send any particular message or capture a certain market.”

Comedy nights at the Old Nun’s Head are run by piñata and are described as ‘DIY comedy at its very best.’ “It’s a really varied off the wall comedy show with a real mixture of stuff going on,” Nick says. “It’s not just here’s a bloke with a microphone telling jokes.

“You can go and see that in 100 places and that doesn’t excite me. What excites me is the kind of event where you walk through the door and you’re not quite sure what you’re going to see. We don’t want to be predictable.”

Predictability isn’t something The Old Nun’s Head could be accused of when it comes to entertainment. The bar also hosts drag bingo once a month and even the weekly quiz night is hosted by a stand-up comedian.

On top of all this the confederation of lady arm wrestlers hold events at the bar three or four times a year. “That’s another quite high concept comedy slash sports entertainment show.” Nick laughs.

The bars culture of fun and flippancy extends to their social media accounts which are full of satire and clever memes. When Donald Trump was elected president they offered a free pint and a hug to distraught American customers who showed up with their passport. Then there’s the rather bizarre preoccupation with Ryan Gosling.

As well as being the pubs Wi-Fi password, the website proudly states ‘The Ryan Gosling of Pubs.’ “The guy who hosts the quiz nights used to work here,” Nick explains, “and every time the phone would ring he would answer and say something really stupid.

“One of his favourites was ‘hello, the Old Nun’s Head, the Ryan Gosling of pubs.’ “I’m not sure of the exact thinking behind it but it just sort of stuck.” No doubt if Gosling ever turned up at The Old Nun’s Head, he would be made feel very welcome (if a little freaked out).

Not everyone however buys into the pubs ethos and one slightly uncharitable reviewer on Trip Adviser called them “smug, self-satisfied hipster scum.” “I was like whoa,” Nick says elaborately. “I mean our most regular customer is a guy called Eddie who sits at that bar stool over there. He’s a local legend, everyone knows Eddie, he’s the elite hipster, he’s in his 70s and drinks Kronenberg.”

Nick says that that they’re very passionate about the choice of beers and that they rotate, particularly local breweries as much as possible. Just don’t mention the F word (Fosters) or the C word (Carlsberg) or indeed the S word (Stella).

“We do sell some of the more mainstream stuff as well. I don’t like it if you go into a pub and everything is just exclusive crafty. You know, we’re a pub for everyone so yeah you can get a pint of Kronenberg or a pint of Guinness,” Nick explains.

Food at the Old Nun’s Head is provided by a number of outside caterers who show up on different nights. While I’m there it’s the turn of the hugely popular Garden of Edun, famous for their authentic Nigerian street food. (During our interview pub regular and Nigerian food enthusiast, Vijay turns up for his weekly take-away).

On Monday and Tuesday nights, it’s the turn of Burger Bear who also provide their award winning burgers on Saturdays. Tiger Bites who make Bao buns with fried chicken and vegan fried ‘chick’n’ are currently filling in on Thursday and Friday nights and on Sunday’s traditional roasts are served from the kitchen. It’s fair to say that Old Nun Head’s menu is a cut above your typical hackneyed pub grub. “I always quote that it’s been a good five years since a portion of fish and chips were sold in here,” Nick tells me.

Nick’s passion for the pub and the area is infectious. He first came to South East London 15 years ago when he was a student at Camberwell Art College and has worked in and managed a number of local bars since.

Being in the trade he has kept his finger on the pulse when it comes to change. “When I was living with art students in Camberwell the idea of going into Peckham back then for any reason was crazy. I think Bar Story was the one cool place in Peckham and that was it.

“How it’s changed in those years is amazing. I like Nunhead because we’re that one step away from Peckham. There’s a lot happening in Peckham, It’s a little bit slower in Nunhead and that suits me.”

“What I love most about it is the long running family businesses that have been here for decades. I’m glad that we’ve still got some of that old Nunhead mixed in with the new bars and shops.” When it comes to the pub, Nick is a big advocate of serving the local community.

He considers the staff to be his extended family and when he was told that our photographers were coming out to take his picture he insisted that everyone would be in it – including Ludo of course.

“We try not to be a destination pub,” Nick says. “This is a pub for Nunhead or people who live in and near Nunhead. We want this to be a local pub to be really proud of. My main job isn’t to get people from across the river to come here; I want the people of Nunhead to adore this pub as much as I do.

“We’re not really trying to be cool here, there are cooler pubs in Peckham we’re just about having fun really.”

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randrvstheworld · 7 years ago

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Lost luggage, stolen bikes & sightseeing: the Rio therapy sessions

It’s been a tough couple of days. Ultimately things can only go up from the point of feeling like utter crap & a lot of good things have happened in the last 48 hours so I’m starting to feel a lot more positive.

The bottom line is - Rio is awesome; beautiful, fun, sunny, heaps of fun stuff to do, loads of awesome street art, incredibly friendly helpful people everywhere & cool vibes which is exactly what I hoped for from a place I have wanted to visit for so long. However, it was off to quit a rocky start. As I mentioned in my last post I have been struggling quite a bit recently for a number of reasons, some of which I omitted from this blog for personal reasons, but have been massively looking forward to the arrival of Hannah from London for the festive period (not that I’m feeling too festive in 30+ degrees of sweltering heat, but that’s beside the point & also not necessarily a bad thing because I will never, EVER complain that the sun is shining, especially when I know my friends back home are cold & miserable). However, Hannah’s arrival was blighted by her airline leaving all her luggage in Germany, from whence she connected to Brazil from London, & she arrived stressed, tearful, sleep-deprived & anxious with no clean clothes or vape equipment in desperate need of a shower & nicotine. It was not quite the movie-level reunion either of us had planned or hoped for but did involve a lot of hugging & crying as expected. However, the people at our hostel here are impossibly lovely & were very sympathetic towards Hannah’s plight & so in a flurry of activity between them & myself within ten minutes Hannah had cigarettes, a towel, fresh clothes borrowed/donated from me, all the toiletries & makeup she could possibly need, coffee & a freshly made bed in the bunk directly above mine. After her sanity had been restored we set out to truly begin exploring the wonders of Rio.

This involved taking a cable car up to the top of Sugarloaf Mountain - world’s most adorably named mountain imo - which again marked big achievements from me in my ongoing quest to eliminate vertigo from my life. The mountain is remarkably smooth & very tall, like a giant turtle shell rising out of the ocean, & wrapped in jungly-ness. From the top we could see all of Rio; it’s surrounding islands, the harbour & it’s scattered boats, numerous more pre-historic looking mountains in the distance, Jesus with his arms spread, & many circling condors. It was a blissfully sunny day & it was truly incredible to see for so far all the beauty of this incredible city. During our ogling of the delicious views we were visited by heaps of tiny adorable marmosets that scurried along the viewing platform eating candies & numerous other decidedly un-marmoset-y treats donated sneakily by wayward tourists choosing to pointedly ignore the PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE MARMOSETS signs. I was very happy about this because a) marmosets are the cutest things ever & b) Hannah had specifically requested the sightings of monkeys during her stay & as a regular human & not God I was somewhat concerned about my ability to be able to deliver on this & yet here we found ourselves, on day one, looking at the cutest monkey-type creatures ever, right up close & in their natural habitat.

When we descended the mountain, the sun was beginning to set & we went for a swim on Batafogo beach where we saw green parrots & drank coconuts & ate THE BEST CHURROS OF OUR ENTIRE TRIP SO FAR. It seems they love dulce de leche even more in Brazil than any of the other places we’ve already visited in South America & this is in no way a bad thing.

The next day - yesterday - we sunbathed on the world-famous Copacabana beach, then rented bikes & cycled to Rio’s lagoon, which is vast & beautiful & surrounded by mountains. Rio is pretty progressive in its cycling policies with lots of proper cycle paths round the whole city so cycling about seemed like a no-brainer. After making it halfway round the lagoon we decided to follow the signs to the botanical gardens & spent a blissful 90 minutes there before it closed. Not only does Rio have the best churros but is also home to the best botanical garden I have ever seen; it’s more like a huge, vast park than your typical greenhouse-like BG & we oohed & aahed over the most ginormous palm trees, beautiful orchids, & some fruit that look like giant lychees before inadvertently stumbling into monkey land: big patches of bamboo where we must have witnessed literally 20 monkeys eating their lunch. Another great score for Monkey Watch. Again, a real treat to see these sweet creatures right up close in such a beautiful environment. We also found giant fish & a turtle & a capybara in a lilypad-filled pond. I just love seeing exotic creatures in their natural homes. It really fills my heart with such joy & Hannah too was so excited by this it made me even happier.

After the park closed we returned to our bicycles & cycled back round to our lagoon starting point & took a swan pedalo out across the water as the sun went down & the city lit up all of it’s twinkling night lights; very beautiful reflected in the water. Roxy had had to go home before this to sort out some stuff for a doctors appointment so Hannah & I, post-pedalo adventure, walked all the way back catching up on 6 months worth of gossip & ranting & counselling each other over our respective woes. It felt great to have a bit of time for just the two of us to talk & reminisce about anything & everything; I have missed Hannah so much & I didn’t quite even realise how much until she got here. I still can’t quite believe that she is actually here in Brazil. This is literally the longest we haven’t seen eachother in the entirety of our friendship & I have really struggled without her.

However, all good things must (temporarily at least) come to an end & on our way home, whilst stopping to buy Hannah some new clothes & stuff while she awaited the arrival of her luggage (thank you Lufthansa for the free sh*t, you incompetent cretins!) one of our renal bikes got nicked from outside the mall. FACK. Not cool, whoever you are! I feel like this is how the bike rental clowns run a racket on innocent tourists because they had provided one shitty lock for all three bikes which quite frankly I could probably have knawed through. A clean cut & we were one bike down & somewhat panic-stricken. There went another £100 which was significantly less than these cowboys tried to squeeze out of us but thanks to our lovely hostel hosts once more coming to our aid managed to whittle it down. However, paying for someone else’s crime truly stings. Plus it was another example of how alienating it can be to not know a language & having to rely on the kindness of hostel people etc to translate everything & help get you out of a jam.

That said, the rest of today was marvellous. Roxy was tied up with her doctors appointment all day so Hannah & I declared it an ART DAY & visited Boulevard Olympico to look at all the giant murals, painted in the run up to the Rio Olympics in celebration of Brazilian culture. They were incredible. I have never seen such huge paintings; rendered in exquisite detail, portraits in the most vibrant colours with fantastically expressive faces. We also ate our first ever Cuban sandwiches & cinnamon lemonade - get to know - & went to the beach again to cool off in the sea. Cue more churros & coconuts.

I am now beginning to realise some things; Hannah’s arrival proved the catalyst for a pretty extreme late-night breakdown where the presence of the very person to whom I always turn in a crisis prompted an outpouring of emotion that has led in turn to some pretty heavy realisations. It is with renewed vigour that I am beginning to plan my return to the UK, to stability, to the loving arms of my friends & family & potentially to some help that I feel its finally time to admit I need. Having now eliminated the possibility that it was my job and/or London responsible for my sporadic waves of depression, given the fact that I have intermittently experienced the exact same feelings whilst away, I am now one step closer to deciphering what exactly is going on in my brain. Although it is with crushing disappointment that I must admit that travelling did not sure me of this ailment, at least now I can check the possibility of that off the list & try & move forwards. Hannah’s presence is so immensely welcome at this time; she is as always the most incredible, loving & supportive friend. I have been looking at flights home & being a gal that likes to have a plan having an end point in sight is in itself helping me feel more positive. I said all along that I would travel for as long as my money and/or enjoyment lasted & for now at least, it seems 8-9 months is my max on both counts. It’s cool. Only good things will come of this, I am certain.

I can now focus on spending as much quality time as possible with my oldest & dearest friend before she flies home again in 3 weeks. We have lots of fun stuff planned, including going to see some famous mosaic’d steps, visiting Jesus (just in time for his birthday!), going on a tour of a favela, Christmas at the beach, seeing in the New Year with some samba in Sao Paolo & rounding it all off nicely at the world’s biggest waterfalls. Things are looking up.

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»Chapter Six

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I stirred in my sleep, feeling queasy at the thought of the enigmas Suga was keeping from me. He was a man of many personalities, undoubtedly, and I feared he was using this trait to subvert me. What if only half the things he said were true? The picture must have meant something. What if I fall for him? Would he love me back? Would it affect his vocation? Would his work affect us? My thoughts were all jumbled up and laced with sentiments. It was obvious at that moment I was far too tired to be thinking about such deep thoughts. I couldn’t help myself, his absence only magnetised my thoughts to train on him.

What games are you playing, Suga, dear?

Pulling the covers up to my chin to better warm my half-naked body, I checked the clock on my lockscreen. A regular stock image was set as its background, the time displayed being quarter to two in the morning. It wouldn’t matter whether I slept or not. I wasn’t to leave the house without Suga’s company, thus the only person who could really hold any judgement against me was him – and would he really be triggered if I overslept on a Sunday? I heaved a sigh, realising I wouldn’t get any sleep without him. I decided to call him on my new phone. It was a basic smartphone: nothing fancy of the sort, having only a touch-screen, typical buttons on a smartphone, a rear camera (12 megapixels), a front-facing camera (7 megapixels), and a sleek form. To my liking, however, it was rose gold, and I loved the colour.

My fingers waltzed on the screen as I tapped the icons to call him. He had only saved three contacts: his, the police’s, and the hospital’s. He promised he would always be available, at any hour. In fact, he stressed how important it was for me to contact him if anything went wrong. I wasn’t one to test boundaries. I hesitated before pressing his caller ID, waiting for the sound of his voice to soothe me to sleep. It was worth a shot. The tune of his ringtone drowned out the sound of my breathing as I worried due to his delay.

“The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”

My heart sank hearing the monotonous voicemail message play itself. He wasn’t a man to joke around about serious matter. It didn’t make sense. He could be in danger and I wouldn’t know. Was he a deep sleeper? That could be the explanation. Maybe I was overthinking things as I usually do.

I hadn’t realised how long my mind had wandered off, but my eyes fluttered open as violet sunlight peered through the curtains and onto my face. As I arched my back to stretch it out, the arm wrapped around my side pulled me backwards. I nearly squirmed my way free. Who on earth had the audacity to sneak into my bed? I whipped myself around, ready to pounce on whoever the intruder was. But laying in place behind me was none other than the owner of the house himself. He laid there, shirtless, his chest rose and fell at a steady beat. I couldn’t possibly see him as the devil he is when he sleeps like an angel. The attraction I felt for him multiplied as I studied his face. His hair was swept to the side, hiding his forehead. Lips pursed, his eyes shut snugly, his cheek squished against his pillow. It was like he didn’t have a care in the world.

The world was unforgiving. I never believed in love at first sight, but something about him was just so alluring, I couldn’t hold myself back. The side of my forefinger grazed his cheek, and I giggled quietly as he crinkled his nose before returning to his neutral expression. I moved in closer, nuzzling deeper into his chest, and instinctively, he hugged my tighter. My head rested under his chin, and I got a whiff of his minty scent. In my half-conscious state, I got a little too comfortable by wrapping my leg around his waist. Still, he didn’t awake, rather, his hand on my back moved lower, resting just above my ass. He looked far too tired to have fun, and I wouldn’t wish to lose this sense of peace since the hectic weekend.

-Third Person-

It was about three hours later when he shifted in his place, comprehending the position we had slept in. He smiled to himself, admiring the beauty who was fast asleep in his arms. It quite late in the day for his liking, and he wished to get on with his day. As much as he’d wish to have her in his arms forever, he knew his first priority was to protect her – any love he felt for anyone would have to come second. In his attempt to push her off, Ashley instead tightened her leg around his waist, which unintentionally caused enough friction against his pelvis.

“It’s too early for this,” he groaned, but couldn’t bring himself to calm down. He turned to lie on his back, and somehow managed to pull along her body as the hold of her leg never loosened. He didn’t think it was possible for someone so deep in their sleep to keep their grip. Now she laid on his chest, and her hips were pressed harder against his bulge, and his frustration was only fuelled. Ashley was, of course, oblivious of the situation, still sound asleep. Her cheek pressed into his chest, and her hair covered her face.

Yoongi loved seeing her in her serenity. It was those little aspects he fell in love with. Despite this being the second time he has ever slept with her, to him, she should only ever be in his arms, like they were meant to be. Made for one another like a jigsaw puzzle. He still, however, needed his dose of excitement, and on cue, an idea popped in his head. Carefully, he rolled his hips, exerting some friction at her core. Ashley let out a slight whimper, but her eyes tightened. Smirking, Yoongi pulled her knees closer to the sides of his chest. In this position, her torso laid on his chest, but her hips directly straddled him. Her hips started moving against his, Yoongi then having a hard time to control himself. He thrusted again, this time a little harder. His cock was stiffening in his boxers in addition to the tension swelling with pain. Ashley let out a breathy moan, and her eyes shot open as she sat up.

-Ashley’s POV-

The surface beneath suddenly became firmer than the smooth bed sheets. I was getting aroused in my sleep; it was unthinkable. Something was pushing against my nub, and my mind was whirling as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Rolling my hips to investigate, I could slowly hear faint groans, sounding too similar like Suga’s voice. I couldn’t remember how or when I decided to sleep on his chest, but something told me he wanted to play, and I wouldn’t mind some fun.

I hummed in pleasure, feigning my sleep, but the moment the silky fabric of my underwear chafed against my clit, I shot up to a sitting position, and began dry-humping him. His hands immediately moved the sides of my hips, steadying me. Gyrating his hips, brushing strenuously against my core. I was getting wetter by the second but I was nowhere near a release. I leaned down to kiss Suga, running my fingers in his bed-hair. I instantly latched my teeth into his bottom lip and started nipping and sucking until it bruised. My chest was pressed against his, the sheer material of my bra leaving little to the imagination how smooth his skin would be on mine. I’d imagine after a long night, tasting his lips the next morning would be unpleasant, but his lips still tasted as sugary as it did any other time, making me desire more of him. Releasing his now swollen lip, I pushed myself off his chest, looking down on him. Kisses were trailed down the centre of his body, my fingertips grazing over his toned abs.

“Go lower,” Suga demanded. “The more you tease me, the more you’ll be tortured.”

“Don’t be like that,” I cheekily grinned, looking up innocently into his eyes, moving my hand to palm him through his sweatpants. I pulled the hem his sweatpants along with his boxer off in one swift motion, immediately wrapping my fingers around the base of his erect cock. Squeezing it lightly, I started thrusting my palm up and down, sucking off his head. In complete bliss, Suga threw his head back, eyebrows creased, gripping the hair on the back of my head, pushing my head down his length. The reflexes in my throat kicked in making me gag at the sudden pressure.

“Still want to tease me?” His grunts were hoarse, but I could hear the taunting glint in his voice. “This is only the second time and you already want it rough. I think you should be punished for being a naughty little kitten.”

The back of my throat ached as I continued to gradually suck his length off, only to have him push my head back down, taking him in deeper. But the sound of his low voice only made me tingle with excitement, making the pain seem worthwhile. I felt his tip twitch on my tongue, and when I swirled my tongue on the slit of his head, he shot his load, filling my mouth. I gulped whatever I could, having some of his cum drip out the corners of my mouth. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, sitting up near the edge of the bed awaiting his response.

“Get up here,” and with his command, I crawled back up to lie next to him, resting on my side, before he pushed me down, hovering above me with his palms flat beside my shoulders, and his knees between mine, spreading my legs part. “You’re gonna be a good girl, got it?” he stated, making me writher under his gaze. His tip at my core only elicited a strained moan from me, and I could only guess how he would ‘punish’ me.

Crushing his lips onto mine, his length slowly eased within me – too slow for to my liking. I felt him fill me up completely. He moved himself in and out of me, feeling every inch of me as I did him. The bed rocked with the pace of his hip thrusts, him hitting my g-spot every time. One of his hands hampered with the locks of hair near my face, brushing my hair away, whilst his other hand reached down to please my throbbing clit. At the contact, my legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his groin farther into me (however probable it could have been). “Fuck, you’re so tight. I guess I didn’t fuck you good enough last time, huh?” he hissed against my lips, biting my bottom lip and tugging it before running his tongue over it and sucking harshly.

I couldn’t answer his taunts as he applied more pressure at my clit. He was driving me insane. His middle finger played with my nub, alternating between flicking and rubbing circles against my most sensitive region. His hips picked up pace, pounding harder into me, my lower stomach clenching as a reaction. The satin bedsheets wrinkled in my firm grip, nearing the edge of my release. “Faster, please.”

My begging did me no good, and the feeling of his lips leaving mine was followed by a ruthless act. He pulled his dick out, leaving me feeling empty. He got off of me, sitting on the empty side of the bed with his legs spread. “Is something wrong?” he smirked, knowing well that I was fuming.

I stared at blankly at the ceiling, processing what the fuck just happened. Beside me, he was stroking himself, his dick twitching in his hand as he was near his release. To think I could get away with being punished. I watched the movement of his hand: slow and easy. He wouldn’t get himself off at such a pace, but he knew the sight arose hunger within me, tempting me to pounce on him. But I knew better than to do so; I was to be a ‘good girl’. He kept his demeanour composed and relaxed, as if he did not just leave me over the edge a few seconds ago. I needed his permission; I needed to beg. “Can- can I ride you?” I pleaded.

“Do you deserve it?”

His tip glistened with the pre-cum and I licked my lips. The temptation was driving me insane. I pounced on him against my will and began smothering him with sloppy kisses, which he returned with a satisfactory smirk. In one swift motion I was pulled onto his lap, and his cock was eased inside of me, letting me indulge on his size once again, my climax recovering. I rotated my hips, bouncing to the momentum of his thrusts. With the final push, I came undone all over, which he subsequently followed, releasing himself inside me. My head was thrown back amidst the crushing delight and I could feel my walls clench around his member, draining every drop of his spurts. His thrusts became slower as he finally pulled out of me. I laid on the bed next to him, panting breathlessly as my body was tremored in its aftermath. He was a beast in the sheets. The same sheets we managed to ruin the morning after its first night used. How remarkable. I covered my face in embarrassment, now that all the lustful tension was subsiding and I realised what just happened first thing in the morning. My cheeks were bound to be a heated, rosy shade with my voice a pitch higher than the usual.

“I’m sorry for, uh, ruining the bedsheets,” my voice came out as a squeak, hoping not to anger him or come off as the awkward potato I usually am. “I feel so bad now, I mean, you’ve prepared all of this,” I pointed to the entire around me, “only for me to ruin it the next day I got here.” I closed my eyes while I anticipated his reply.

Instead of a stern glare or a snappy response, he leaned above my face with lips mere millimetres from mine. The propinquity of our chests drowned all sounds around me, letting me hear only the thumps of our synchronised heartbeats. “Don’t worry about it,” his eyes looked fondly into mine, but from what I saw in his was confusion. I couldn’t really decipher the little glints in his gaze, whether he was judging me, admiring me, or contemplating something beyond my knowledge. It was as if he was hesitating to simply kiss me and tell me he loved me. Didn’t he? In the two days I’ve known him, I’ve already gained a heart-churning liking for him. I steadied myself up on the bed on the back of my elbows but Suga moved back the same distance almost simultaneously. A little sting was set in my chest, my heartbeat becoming erratic. I saw a look of concern on his face for a half-second before he gave me a lopsided smile. I was curious as to what was running through his mind. As if he could just pull it off with another one of his irresistible beams. His free hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me in to place his lips on mine.

I didn’t kiss back.

Not at first, but after a few seconds I did. I reciprocated with the same amount of force: practically none. The kiss was soft and sweet, but my musings ambled to a bitter elsewhere. “I’ll have one of the maids send this to the wash,” he assured, dropping his head to a side sickly adorably.

I sighed helplessly, feeling my inner thighs and groin ache. I limped my way off the bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom, not without Suga giving my ass a light smack. I shivered at the contact.

~ ~

After my usual run of ‘shower thoughts’ and drowning myself in the heat of my strawberry scented bath I picked out a burgundy turtleneck and a pair of leggings. To finish the look, I whipped on a pair of leather boots and a black beret. I looked myself in a provided standing mirror. My feelings for Suga were unbalanced because of the confusion I felt for him, but yet the adoration outweighed the uncertainty. I groaned to myself, knowing I haven’t felt such feelings since my previous relationship. I shouldn’t be thinking this way.

I mustered up a gleeful smile before strolling down the stairs. To my surprise, the sticky notes were still in place; or so I thought. Today, the trail led me to an indoor orchard where a picnic blanket was set neatly in the centre of a few apple trees. A brown basket, hiding delicacies of whatever wonders Suga could compose, was quiet in its place.

“Do you like what I’ve prepared for us?” Suga’s husky voice spoke up from behind my ear, nearly making me jump out of my own skin. He chuckled light-heartedly, accentuating his pulsing adam’s apple and flexed biceps through the thin material of his wife-beater. He sported a pair of ripped jeans and mocha Timberland boots. His hand met the small of my back, nudging me to sit down.

As we sat ourselves on the blanket his hands reached for the lid of the basket, unveiling a clear container filled with freshly picked strawberries. Following the packed fruit was a tub of melted chocolate. I raised an eyebrow, curiously observing his fingers wrap around the handle of a small jug. The jug was opaque, concealing the liquid it held. What could he be hiding?

“You seem tense,” he spoke nonchalantly before taking a sip of the juice. “Here. Have a sip.” He flashed me on of his signature smirks.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, you know,” I interrupted his drinking.

He looked up from his drink, “Treating you out?”

“Firstly, you’re not treating me ‘out’ per se. We’re technically still indoors.” I pointed around me: at the grass; the apple trees; the artificial sunshine. “Secondly, you’re practically three different people in the same hour. I can’t even walk to the dining table to enjoy my breakfast-”

“It was tea time-”

“Breakfast,” I pressed, my voice lowering, “without having you acting sweet with me, get all serious, obnoxiously cocky, throw a fit, or-”

His smirk came with his cocky tone, “Make you moan uncontrollably under my touch.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” Exasperatedly, I grumbled. I wouldn’t get my point across at this rate – I had to beat him at his own game. Leaning past him, I reached for a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see what I’d do. In the most seductive manner I could bring out, I bit the tip of the strawberry, my lips enveloping all the chocolate on it, sucking it off with a slurp. I lazily brought my gaze up to meet his, seeing that his mouth was ajar and his eyes noticeably wide. “Look, dolly. I’m not up for any of your games,” my voice was low, resembling a hushed whisper which sounded too ravishing to be anything secretive, “I don’t like being the ‘good girl’ when you obviously aren’t such a ‘good boy’ if you can’t keep you little friend under control. You might be protecting me from danger, but baby, you keep messing with my feelings.” I popped the remainder of my strawberry into his open mouth, letting him bite it off as I pulled the tufts off. The little wince I made as his teeth nipped at the end of my fingers was replaced by the smug look I put up front, feeling the strawberry juice trickle down my thumb. I licked a stripe of the drip from my wrist to the side of my thumb, looking down at my hand as I did so before returning my gaze to him. He was completely dumbstricken. “Let’s go on a date,” I suggested, returning to my regular sitting posture.

Snap! Snap!

He was consumed in his thoughts until the snapping of my fingers brought him back. “Oh, yeah. A date.”

“Let’s go now,”

He gave an inviting grin, “Let’s finish the strawberries first.” He swooped some chocolate on his strawberry, berry bringing it to me. I obediently took a bite, but giggled unintentionally as I caught on to what happened a few seconds prior. “What is it?”

“It’s just not like me to be so outgoing. I guess I just wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine.” I picked a strawberry out for myself.

“You should do it more often. I like it.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and we both got caught in a fit of laughter. “Have a sip,” he held his mug out to me.

‘Well, if he drank it, he would’ve died too,’ I mentally concluded. I took a sip of the beverage: lemongrass tea.

Finishing off the sweet breakfast, Suga and I decided to take an easy stroll in the High Line. The park was vacant of crowds, the winter chill not appealing to most in Manhattan. He and I promenaded down the pathway, immersed in the sight of frosted trees with its ruby-red berries palpable for the mockingbirds to devour. The blanket of white capping the surface of the landscape made the sprouting strands of wild grass and bush remains pop out. Every now and again we’d see a photographer or two, capturing the snowy visage as a memory.

I underestimated the weather forecast today, shivering down the pavement even through. “Here, take this,” Suga removed his scarf from his neck and wrapped it around me. “Don’t worry about me; I’ve been told I’m ‘thick-skinned’.”

I covered my mouth and giggled light-heartedly, having him nudge me a bit to calm me down. “Thank you!” I hugged him, the warmth and comfort of our coats and his greater height made him resemble a giant teddy bear. “I didn’t think it would be this cold.”

“There’s a shop over there,” he pointed to a little coffee booth, not too far from where we stood, “here, why don’t you get yourself one – I need to make an important call.” He handed me ten dollars, more than enough for a cup with marshmallows, pressing his lips onto my forehead.

Squeezing him again, I let out a quick ‘thank you!’ before skipping towards the booth.

The barista beamed sweetly at me, the middle-aged women greeting me as I neared the window, “Hi sweety, what would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have a hazelnut latté please, with the marshmallows.”

“That will be three dollars-fifty.”

Before I could even pull the bank note out of my pocket, another hand had reached out beside me to and handed a five dollar note to the barista. “Keep the change,” the voice was light and sweet, as if it belonged to an angel.

I was in awe for so long I hadn’t noticed the man who paid for drink had walked away. I caught a glimpse his black coat and hurtled after him, not spilling a drop of my drink. He stopped walking as he reached a tree branch, fascinated by the sight of a mockingbird pecking on some seedlings. “Hi!” I announced, panting for air. He looked down at me, a cute smile playing on his plump lips. “I’d like to thank you for paying for my drink. Complete strangers don’t usually do that, but it was quite nice of you to do so. I haven’t any change to pay you back ‘tho.” I shifted in my stance, looking down at my feet.

“Anyone who saw someone as beautiful as you from across the street would’ve done the same. Please, your drink was on me.” He shook his head and his hair swept to the side, giving me a better view of his gleaming eyes. Wow! He was gorgeous; as if he was some sort international superstar or something. His words made a pink tint to flare on my cheeks and I hid my face in Suga’s scarf in shyness. Placing his gloved hands on my cheeks, he brought my face up to meet my eyes, and I could’ve sworn I melted in this frigid weather. “How about we go for a little walk – I’m only asking for ten to fifteen minutes. It’s just that,” he paused, shaking his head to himself and chuckling, before looking back at me, “from the moment I saw you from that bench over that, I, as stupid as this sounds, ‘felt something’.”

He could be out to kill you. Yet another voice inside of me told me, ‘Give him a chance. It’s not every day you run into someone as attractive as him.’ Glancing over my shoulder, I check to see if Suga was done with his call. From the distance, I could see him blasting in the phone, furious with whoever was on the other end. I quickly texted him, ‘Met a friend, gone for twenty :)’ which he immediately replied with, ‘Okay, stay safe :* xx’

“Hey, sorry for the hold up,” I got back to the stranger, “I’d love to get to know you. I’m Ashley, by the way. Ashley Sparks.”

“Call me Jimin,” he stopped in his tracks, and I too with mine.

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Jimin here just slidin’ in

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