#am a lil nervous about going back but mainly excited

[questwithambition]

She got the green light to start (gradually) dancing again 🥹🥹🥹

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College Tutor! Hyunjin (Nerdy HJ- Requested)

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Warnings: Smut, corruption kink, sub Hyunjin.

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem Reader.

Word count: 2.7k

You've been failing so much in college lately. Honestly you should just stop partying and focus on studying for a while but that's so boring and almost impossible for you to do. It's not like you haven't tried but you end up sleeping and mainly binge watching stuff til the next party.

And now here you are at the library looking for a seat. You sigh and look around before sitting right in front of Hyunjin. You know him from some classes where he's always there before anyone else in the mornings sitting in the front row. Someone told you a while ago he had a crush on you but he's probably over it by now.

You watch Hyunjin for a while as he takes notes. He looks nice today. You never paid that much attention to him before but doing anything but studying is good enough for you and in this case your attention is all over him right now.

You're biting on your pen when he looks up into your eyes and you smile. 'Did you need anything?' He ask with a sober tone and you chuckle softly. 'No, but I can't focus'. You say and he sighs. 'You just got here, it's impossible you're already tired'. He says as he keeps writing down stuff. 'I know, I can never focus no matter how hard I try'. You inform him and he scoffs as he smiles. 'But you're not dumb at all as some people say. Sounds like ADHD to me'. He says looking at you for a second before re-reading what he just wrote. You smirk. 'How do you know I'm not dumb? Maybe I am'. He looks up and fixes his glasses delicately with a finger. 'Well, some time ago right before an exam, you told one of your friends you didn't even take a look at what we had to study for the test and asked him to explain it to you. He had like 8 minutes to explain everything and still you got almost the highest score'. He says and you chuckle. 'Ah, right. Guess that's the only thing that works for me'. You say but he just keeps writing.

'Hyunjin'. You call him but he doesn't look at you this time. He knows what's coming next. 'Can you tutor me?' You ask and he scoffs as he smiles. 'You think I have time for that?' You frown. 'C'mooon. You're my last chance to survive the academic part of college'. You say then move to sit next to him. Your hand is on his thigh now as you whisper to him. 'Pretty please Hyunjinnie'. You pout. You squeeze his thigh and he suddenly blushes and closes all his books nervously. 'O-Okay'. He says. ‘Really??’ You ask and he nods. 'But you have to respect my schedule'. You smile and hug him happily. 'Of course. Whenever you’re free just text me okay?' You say and he blushes even more as he puts some books over his lap. ‘Yeah, just... Go now. I’ll see you later’. He says as he keeps putting stuff over his lap. You wonder what’s going on with him suddenly but decide not to think much of it.

Anyway you leave the library and head to the dorms. A bit later you receive a text from Hyunjin informing you that he's free tonight at 10pm. It's a bit late in your opinion but you promised you'd adapt to him since he's doing you a favour.

You sadly say bye to your roommate who's leaving for a party and take a quick shower before Hyunjin arrives.

He looks so tired when you open the door for him. His books fall from his arms over your desk as you watch him from bed. 'What are you doing there? Come here, you can't study in bed'. He says and you chuckle. 'Oh my, my...' You say as you stand up smiling then take your roommate's chair to sit next to him. 'Is this okay, professor?' You say and he blushes. 'Shut up and please take this seriously'. He says. You bite your lips as you feel some kind of electricity running through your body after hearing him. He looks so serious but you can tell he's clearly nervous around you. Just like this morning at the library.

He starts explaining and you try to focus and listen to him but soon you're lost in how his lips are moving, and how his hands hold the pen he's using to point at what he’s reading to you in the book.

He just looks so good and correct and pure and you just want to mess with every part of it.

'Hyunjin, do you have a girlfriend?' You ask out of nowhere and he sighs. 'What are you talking about now? Are you even listening to what I'm saying?' He asks and you smile. 'A boyfriend?' You ignore him and ask again making him blush. 'I'm not dating anyone. Why do you care anyway? You wanna joke about it later with your popular friends?' He asks still blushing and you smile as you softly comb his hair with your fingers, then you lean over him and wait for a moment just cms away from his lips before kissing him.

At first he's a bit clumsy and doesn't know what to do with his tongue so you pull away. 'Hyunjin, was that your first kiss?' You ask and he blushes. 'Y-Yes'. He says and you bite your lips trying to hide your excitement. 'Mm, I see. Should I kiss you again?' You ask and he nods. 'Okay follow my lead then'. You say and he nods again right before your lips collide a second time. He's moaning into the kiss after a while making your heart race at how whiny he is already.

You leave a trail of kisses and bites all the way from his lips to his collarbone then you take a look to his crotch. 'This must hurt huh?' You ask as you poke his hard cock over his pants and he blushes even more. 'Should we move to my bed?' You say as you stand up but he doesn't move. 'Are you okay?' You ask and he looks away a bit embarrassed. 'Sorry y/n. I don't think I'm ready for that yet'. He says and your heart skips a beat. You have practically heart eyes right now. He looks so cute and innocent. You have to bite your lips not to squeal. You want to take that innocence away and make him your dirty lil toy.

But for now you tilt your head as you smile. 'That's fine sweetie. Don't you want to keep kissing a bit longer though?' You ask and he looks at the books for a second feeling guilty about you missing your tutoring hour before shyly standing up and joining you in bed.

You kiss him as soon as he's there and leave some love bites on his neck. Then your roommate appears. 'Oh, this is what you call studying y/n?' She laughs making Hyunjin blush again but you laugh it off too. 'Shut up. Why are you back? Go to that party'. You say and she chuckles. 'Yeah I'm just here to change my dress. Someone spilled a drink on it'. She says as she changes her dress right there. Hyunjin blushes even more as he looks away from your friend and you chuckle before kissing him. 'You're so cute'. You say and your friend says bye but you don't care. You're too focussed on Hyunjin. 'A-Am I?' He asks and you nod. 'Yes, yes you are love. Would you be my cute little toy? I want you to be mine so bad'. You say. 'Y-You do? But I'm a virgin... I have no experience at all...' He says and you kiss him. 'Mhm~ I'll teach you everything you need to know'. You say then peck his cheek. 'How does that sound, love? It's okay if you don't want to though' . You say as you softly caress his face and he kisses you before answering. 'Yes... I want to.. Please play with me all you want from now on'.

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Days pass and you promised Hyunjin you would take your tutoring hours seriously after that night so you try your best to do so. You're more distracted than ever in classes though. Your eyes drift to him so many times without you even noticing. But he's so cute and handsome. Your mind goes wild thinking of all the ways you wanna mess with him in bed. You can't believe you never noticed him before.

And you're having so much fun with him. Pushing him inside empty classrooms just to make out, and he gets so blushy and needy. It makes your heart flutter.

The class ends and you go say hi to him. 'Will I see you tonight?' You ask and he nods. Then he holds your hand to take you to a quieter place. 'So... I was thinking. Maybe we could do it tonight?' He says. 'Yeah?' You smile and he simply nods. 'Sure'. You say and he sweetely smiles. 'Okay, do you mind if we do it in my room though? My roommate is leaving for the weekend so we'll be completely alone'. He says and you agree then he pecks your lips before leaving.

The rest of your day flies after those news and soon you're standing right in front of his room.

He opens the door and blushes lightly as soon as he sees you. 'You look so beautiful y/n'. He says and you peck his lips. 'You look hot'. You reply and he laughs. 'Thank you. I took off my glasses'. He says, pointing at his eyes. Making your heart flutter at how cute he is. He locks the door and you sit on his bed. 'Come here'. You call him and he sits right besides you. You can tell he's nervous so you smile and kiss him softly.

Your hands travel down to his crotch after a bit to palm him as you kiss. At first he gets a bit startled when he notices your hand cause he's shy but you quiet him down. 'It's okay, you don't have to be shy around me'. You say with a sweet tone and he keeps kissing you.

A bit later you unzip his pants and get your hand under his boxers to pump him. He's blushing so hard. His tip is leaking precum so you take a look at his blushing face before you start kissing and nibbling on his neck. His eyes are closed now as you do so then you take one of his hands and place it over his length. 'Show me how you do it'. You whisper on his ear and he looks at you with pleading eyes. 'B-But...it's embarrassing...' He says and your heart skips a beat. 'Yes, it is baby'. You say then lick his cheek before biting it lightly making him groan softly. Your hand over his so he would start moving it. 'C'mon, let me see how you like to be touched'. You whisper to him again and he closes his eyes as he does what you asked. His cheeks must feel so hot with all that blushing.

You climb his neck with your mouth and nib on his earlobe before whispering again. 'Jinnie~ When you act dirty my heart beats faster'. You say and he lets out a moan. You chuckle softly and kiss him. There’s a lot of sloppy kisses. He's so into everything that's happening right now he doesn't even notice your hand helping him out again at first. 'I-I'm gonna cum..' He says and you smile as you comb his hair with your fingers out of his beautiful face. His lips yearning for yours as he feels his release so close so you kiss him, then you feel the warmth of his seed over your hand as he moans on the kiss. You bite his lips as he keeps moaning then peck his cheek. 'So cute'. You say as you stroke his hair and peck his nose. His chest going up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

You sit astride him and take off your top, then you take his hands on yours and guide them to your boobs. He blushes again as soon as you place them there but you make him squeeze them and tell him to do whatever he feels like with them. And even when he started off shyly, soon enough your bra becomes a nuisance for him and he needs to get rid of it.

You chuckle softly as you unclasp it and throw it away from him. And he hugs you to bury his head between your tits. Nibbling all over. Making your heart race once more.

Soon you can feel his dick getting hard again so you guide his chin with your finger so he looks at you. 'Are you ready, love?' You ask and he nods so you peck his lips before standing for a moment to get rid of your panties. 'You have any condoms?' You ask and you can see the panic in his eyes for a second so you chuckle. 'It's fine, I brought some'. You say and look for them in your bag then go back to him. 'I think it's better you sit against the headboard'. You say and he moves instantly.

You climb on bed and sit astride Hyunjin again while you unwrap the condom then pump his cock a bit before placing it slowly. He shyly looks at you and you smile before kissing him as you grind a bit against his tip getting it wet with your juices. You stop kissing him only to see his face as his length stretches you out slowly. He feels the sweet pressure of your walls around his hard cock, making his eyes shine with expectation. 'S-So tight' He says and you smile. 'That's cause you're so big, baby'. You tell him and his dick twitches inside you.

He places his hands on your hips and you start moving up and down slowly at first but you pick up the pace as you find your sweet spot. 'Y/n... W-Wait...' He says. You moan in his ear and he throws his head back. 'F-Fuck...' He groans and you feel him getting soft after a bit so you stop. 'You came?' You ask and he nods embarrassed so you caress his face softly. 'It's okay. We can try again in a bit if you want'. You kiss him. 'Yes. I want to cum with you'. He says as he pouts and your heart flutters once again.

You've been kissing for a while now, both of you lying down. You took his hand and taught him some tricks to make you feel good down there and so far he's doing great but you want to cum with him so you stop Hyunjin from what he's doing and make him some room between your legs. 'Come here, it's time for the most vanilla position of all'. You say and he chuckles. You're both pretty aroused after all that touching so he slips inside you as soon as the condom is on. You moan softly as he moves faster. And it's so hot in that room... He's sweating so much.

You comb his long black hair back with both your hands to see his face better and he leans over you to kiss. It’s not like you were talking much before but now it's all grunts and pants and moans.

His head is resting on the crook of your neck now as he catches his breath for a bit. You peck his cheek and pat his butt softly. 'Let's change baby, I'm getting close'. You say, then you turn around and wiggle your butt at him as you smile.

He chuckles and stops your movements with his hands on your hips then he leaves a kiss on your lower back. 'C'moon'. You whine even if that was the cutest thing ever and he rubs his tip on your slit as he looks for your entrance.

He thinks his view couldn't get any better as he sees his cock sliding in and out of you. And for you, he's hitting all the right places so you wouldn't complain either. You grasp on the bed sheets as he picks up the pace. You're feeling so good right now your moans won't even leave your mouth. 'I-I'm gonna cum y/n... S-Sorry'. He says just when you feel your high aproaching. 'Yes...' You moan out, as the only thing you manage to say, and he moves even faster releasing just a moment later. His sweet groans filling the room along with yours.

He lies on bed after getting rid of the condom and you lie next to him. He's out of breath but so are you. He smiles and you wipe the sweat off his cheeks and forehead with your thumb then kiss him softly. A bunch of sloppy kisses come after that but no words.

Just you and him and kisses.

Part 2

[the-slasher-files]

ANDREI KULOKOVA HEADCANONS

Clearly I cannot get this man out of my head.. like ever! Honestly I’ve been in a big big writing lull lately and I only want to write for Andrei, so I happy to share these hcs with you!.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Andrei’s code names in the army were ‘The Wolf’ or 'North’

He has O negative blood type, meaning he is a universal donor. Andrei always (when he is wearing his vest) has IV tubing and needles, just in case.

On that topic, Andrei is very knowledgeable with medical information, he has saved many of his brothers in the army from death. He can save you, but the issue is if he cares to.

Yes he is a very hot bloodied man, but under pressure he is calm and cool, especially with his s/o. Feral rage can turn instantly off if he sees someone he loves really hurt, calmly giving orders and helping you.

Andrei never went to school after his mother died, at age 12. He may not be super educated in math or sciences but this man is smart. Never underestimate him. He can fix a truck, be your handy man around the house, and has amazing people skills.

He is a history buff.. Yup, you heard me. Andrei loves history, specifically war history. After his uncle died he was free to explore more education and he found a deep love in history, learning it all himself through reading, documentaries and listening to people around him. (Me and @horrorslashergirl have a weird AU where he is in college and works in a museum, in a suit with glasses 👀)

Andrei is trained in many things but one I don’t talk about often is bombs and specifically land mines. This guy loves to blow stuff up for fun and has a few land mines in specific places on his land, and abandoned town.

His favorite drinks are a deep earl grey (a Russian blend of course) and Vodka on the rocks.

He loves bath time.. yup a hot bath, even with bubbles he doesn’t care, he loves it.

One of my favorite things about Andrei is when he needs to think or stop his active mind, he goes into his field (usually shirtless) and just stands out there, closes his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Andrei HATES condescending and controlling people, it brings him back to when he was a kid or in the army. Now that may seem hypocritical but honestly it is not. Degradation is for sexy time and teasing only, and Andrei is only controlling with his playthings but even then he lets them decide and have a good amount of freedom.

Man is a furnace and doesn't feel cold what so ever

He loves action movies, even though he will comment on how unrealistic they are. Also he loves documentaries.

Andrei listens to all kind of music. Mainly rock or metal but he loves Russian new wave and some rap. He also had a HUGE punk phase so that occasionally comes on.

He will do any dare or bet, not even kidding. His army buddies stopped daring him to do stuff because he would just do it. Andrei is a big thrill seeker and will do so much stupid stuff.

He used to have a wolfdog, a brother to Amaria’s wolfdog Dyn. Unfortunately it had too high of a concentration of wolf in it and he had to let it go, but he does still see him every once and a while. He even named him Alexei, meaning “great defender” in Russian. Andrei always leaves one of the outbuildings open for him just incase the weather gets too cold or dangerous. Also he may or may not use him to get rid of bodies, if he sees him wandering around.

Andrei drives a 1995 Range Rover all black with giant snow tires, or his black old Russian truck.

He can ice skate and used to play hockey with his buddies

He is secretly loaded. Yes he has money in his walls and all over the town. Andrei knows what he is worth and his rates aren’t cheap, plus it’s all in cash so there is no paper trail. He is never one to flaunt his wealth, you probably won’t even know until you see him coming home from a mission with a duffle bag of cash, throwing it in under the floor boards.

Andrei had a secret male s/o in the army, it was his first male relationship but they had to hide it from everyone. In a dangerous feral state the wolf had killed him, that was his last undercover mission.

This guy can read people like no tomorrow, every tiny subtle thing you do he notices. Could be the way you bite your cheek if you’re nervous or the way you rub your hands together when excited. He knows.

Also Andrei is very good at manipulation but doesn’t use it often.

He is a terrible sleeper. Andrei wakes at every noise in the house and only gets about 5 hours a night but only 1 hour is actually deep sleep. Sometimes he gets so exhausted that his body gives out and he will sleep for 12 hours fully clothed, in his cargo pants, vest and jacket. However he is much better with an s/o to sleep with, it’s still bad though.

I say this a lot but Andrei has an incredibly active mind, and it’s hard for him to relax or ease up. He uses drinking and smoking as a way to calm down, also just walking into the field for peace.

His favorite food is a nice hardy warm stew with rabbit meat.

Andrei adores just holding his s/o in his arms as on the couch or in bed.

He is honestly kind of paranoid, not so much by himself but if he has a s/o. You can come with him to the nearest town, but never ever draw attention to yourself or him, for your safety. He has people after him.

The wolfs signature is ripping off someone’s jaw or ripping out their spine by gutting them and reaching in.

If you mess with him but he dubs you as not a worthy hunt or not a good kill, you might see a bear trap in your home the next morning.

His tattoo on his left palm 'NO GODS’ is something he got to remind himself that he has control of his life and take his fate into his own hands, not his paranoid controlling uncle. It also holds him accountable for his actions, there are no gods to blame, he did it. The tattoo connects to Amaria as well. She is a lil crazy and does kills for 'the gods’, but Andrei sees that as foolish, he does his kills for himself, nothing else.

The 'grateful for the hunt’ thing I often write in Andrei’s stories is what his uncle would always say to him, with people or animals. It’s burned into his brain and it will never leave him. The words remind him to breathe and take in every deadly detail, that Andrei loves so so much.

Alright time to get.. a little odd lol… me and some friends have an interesting thing going where Andrei has a 'wolf pack’.. Dallas (@slashersins oc) is his husband, not legally, but Dallas wears a wolf ring for him. Xaviera (@horrorslashergirl oc) is Andrei’s soul mate and girlfriend. Xaviera’s cousin Akshay is Andrei’s best friend, they fight constantly but have so so much fun.. plus they fuck when they’re drunk lol. I am Akshay’s 'snow queen’ aka girlfriend. Andrei also has 2 'playthings’ Bianca (@horrorslashergirl) and Sights (@thesightstoshowyou)… the house is too full and Andrei may or may not regret having all these people lol.

[bl597]

Hello, sweetheart. I was wondering if you could write something about Sirius. Basically he is really good at painting and he is in relationship with the reader. He goes like- you'll be my muse. And while he paints, he keeps on muttering how beautiful the reader is and all that fluffy stuff. Bonus points if the reader is a lil insecure of her features. Thank you!

hello, honey!! hope you enjoy it!! 💖

warnings: so sweet it might rotten your teeth, young!sirius x reader, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! requests are open!

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Sirius Orion Black might look like a bad boy and a heartbreaker to whoever looks at him. But, in reality, he was the biggest sweetheart you've ever met. You and Sirius have been dating for almost two years now and ever since the first moment you two started dating, he treated you like you were the most precious thing in the whole world.

One of the things he's the best at is drawing and painting. He adores it and makes the most lovely pieces you laid your eyes on. He had this natural talent to transform anything in something so beautiful and exquisite in just a few lines and brush strokes. It was extraordinary and you admired it a lot.

Sirius have been hiding himself behind a sketchbook for the last weeks, always drawing something randomly. You sometimes tried to look at it to see what had him so concentrated, but he never let you and always hide it from you. It was a bit weird, but you would never pressure him to do something he didn't want to, so you just stopped trying to look at it and respected his space.

Even though you wanted so badly to see what he had been spending his time on, you didn't want to see anything without his consent, because that was wrong and he would get really upset if you did. So you decided to try and ignore it, just focus on something else so you could 'forget' about it.

You were just chilling now, wearing his oversized red and gold sweater while reading a book when you heard someone murmuring something you couldn't really hear. Looking up you saw Sirius drawing something, brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth, quill softly tracing the parchment in a shape you didn't know.

“Beautiful” you heard him say quietly, quickly glancing at you before turning his attention back to the parchment in front of him.

“Honey? What're you doing?” you asked softly, watching as his lips curved themselves in a smile when you two locked eyes.

“Nothin', love” he winked at you before turning back to the parchment once again.

You huffed, trying to ignore your curiosity while you opened the book again to read it.

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Today was yours and Sirius' 2nd year anniversary and the the day couldn't be more lovely; it was a Sunday, which means you have no classes for the rest of the day, the weather is fantastic and the flowers in the garden outside look as beautiful as ever. You woke up earlier than you would do in a weekend just so you could plan the perfect day for you and Sirius.

First, you would have breakfast and then you would walk around the castle for a while. Second, you would have a small picnic next to the Black Lake. Then you would give him the gift you had bought: the set of paints and brushes and a new sketchbook. You heard him saying he needed to buy more things for painting, since his were almost at the end, so you just bought it to him. Then, after that, you would go to the Astronomy tower to stargaze while having dinner and stay there before coming back to the common room.

You had just finished your breakfast and were ready to start your day. Gently pulling Sirius by his hand, you lead him to outside the castle for a walk. He whined, telling you it was too early and that you should be sleeping right now, to which you only replied with a playful eye roll.

After a few minutes you two arrived at the perfect spot for the picnic: under a big, beautiful tree. You both then started unpacking the things, putting all the food and drinks on top of the tablecloth before sitting down next to each other, so you could lay in each other's arms while enjoying the view and the food.

You spent a good part of your day there, just goofing around and kissing, telling how much you love each other. Sirius then suddenly got up, saying that it was already time to go and you furrowed your brows, asking him what happened.

“Well, I have a surprise for you too, and we should go to where it is now!” he exclaimed, packing the things up and putting it back in the bag you brought them.

“Wait, Sirius! I forgot to give you your gift!” you grabbed the bag and started looking for the red small box with a golden ribbon, before handing it to him with a nervous smile “I think you may like this.”

He smiled, giving you a quick peck before carefully opening the box, smiling widely when he saw what was inside. “You didn't have to, love.” he said softly, pulling you into a hug.

“Yeah, but I wanted to. Besides, you've been talking about it for months, and since it is our anniversary today, I thought it would be a nice gift.”

“Thank you, baby.” he kissed you once again before pulling you with him to the "secret" place.

About five minutes later you arrived at the Gryffindor tower, but Sirius didn't stop; instead, he led you to the boys' dorm, not stopping untill you reached the door of his dorm. He then turned around to you, telling you to close your eyes, which you, a little unsure, did.

Then he held your hand, gently leading you to the right way so you wouldn't bump into something. Before he told you to finally open your eyes, you heard someone – probably James – yelling something like “Please don't do anything on my bed!” and then someone – probably Remus – telling him to shut up and you giggled.

When you finally opened your eyes, you gasped, already feeling your eyes watering. The beds were at the corner of the dorm, and there was a small table and two chairs in the middle of the room, petals of red roses all over across the floor, leading you to the table. The room was dark, only illuminated by the light of small candles placed on random places. It was the most romantic and beautiful thing someone ever did to you, and you were almost crying right now.

Two strong arms wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to Sirius' embrace, a smile on both your faces. Turning around to face him, you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, hiding your face in his chest. “The dumbasses really know how to decorate places.” he chuckled whilst placing a kiss on your cheek “Happy anniversary, love.”

“Happy anniversary, honey. I love you.”

You both had a lovely dinner, softly talking about your weeks and all the exciting stuff that happened to you. After eating and quietly talking for a while, he got up and looked for something on his drawer and then came back to you, giving you a little box with a wide smile.

“What is it?” you asked, already smiling.

“Open it!”

You started delicately opening the box, trying not to demage the package so much, furrowing when you saw what was inside it. You took the small black sketch book out of the box, raising a brow at Sirius. “Your sketchbook?”

“Open it, silly!” he excitedly said, trying to hide his enormous smile.

Giggling you turned your attention back to the sketchbook you were holding and started carefully flipping through the pages, smiling when you saw the first one.

“To my beautiful and amazing muse who makes me happy everyday and who inspired me to do all of this, (Y/n) (Y/l/n). I love you.

– Sirius Black, 1976.”

He gave you a small smile, as if encouraging you to keep going, which you gladly did.

The pages were mainly filled with draws of you. You on dates with Sirius, you alone, you discussing about something with Remus, your eyes, lips, nose, mouth, hands, thighs, just you. It was amazing how he could turn all the little flaws that you insisted on pointing into something so beautiful and graceful, or the way he perfectly manages to capture all your emotions in only one page.

There was a draw of you sleeping on his bed, cuddling his pillow while wearing his shirt, and then another draw of you studying with him, brows furrowed as you were too concentrated on the potions homework to even notice your boyfriend drawing you. And then there was the sketch of you in his red sweater last week, peacefully reading your book with a small smile.

When you finished carefully looking at every page, you were left speechless. It was the best gift you've ever received and you couldn't seem to find the right words to express how grateful and amazed you were. You then looked at him with teary eyes and a weak yet big smile on your lips before throwing yourself in his arms, whispering how much you loved it and how much you love him.

“I'm glad you loved it.” he chuckled quietly, kissing the top of your head before cupping your cheeks with both his hands softly, making you look at him. “You are my muse, love, and when I just think about you I am able to do the most amazing works in the world, because you inspire me. I am the luckiest man alive to have someone like you by my side. I love you with all my heart, (Y/n).”

At this point you couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore, every word he said making more and more happy tears freely run down your face as the big smile on your face never faded. “I love you so much, Siri, you're the best boyfriend and best friend someone could ever ask for, and I am so glad to have you with me. I am completely and utterly enamoured by you, my love.”

And that was how you spent the rest of the night: hugging each other as tight as you could, kissing and exchanging “I love you”s all the time. You couldn't think of anything better in the whole world than being in Sirius arms for the rest of the night, just loving each other.

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[obxhoe]

I was wondering if you could maybe do a JJ x kook reader, where the reader is kinda stuck being with rafe because of family ties and this is the time JJ takes the blame for what pope did to toppers boat, and the reader pays it off anonymously because they have a crush on him?

a/n: HI!!!! This is like a month late I’m so sorry y’all but I have more stuff in the works now that I have more free time. I spun it a little like John B and Sarah have been together for a lil bit, so the timeline is a tad off from the show. It’s kinda all over the place so I’m sorry about that.

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mention of drugs, some swearing, probably typos, nothing else really

Ever since Sarah started dating John B, you’ve been hanging out with the Pogues. Your skepticism, due to being a kook yourself, about hanging with the group quickly fizzled after just one day on the HMS Pogue. And almost everyday you’re with them, that is whenever you can get away from Rafe.

Ah. Rafe Cameron. King of the kooks. And your “boyfriend”, not necessarily by choice. You two had grown up together on Figure Eight and of course as soon as you two had entered the age where it was acceptable to date, both sets of parents threw you together. It was nice, at first. It was new, exciting and you got to spend time with one of your best friends. But as time went on, and as you matured, Rafe seemed to stay in his high school days. Drugs controlled his mood, he was never on time or forgot you had plans and had completely changed from who he used to be.

You tried to break things off but your parents begged you to give it one more chance, they just couldn’t lose their friendship with the Cameron family or tarnish their precious image. So you gave it one more chance, about ten or more times. Your relationship at this point consists of hooking up with no strings attached, going to family dinners and putting on an act.

Your time is mainly spent with the Pogues. Rafe absolutely hated it at first, but he realized he couldn’t stop you and his sister, so he gave up eventually. Your summer days consist of surfing, relaxing on the boat or causing trouble around town. The trouble coming mostly from the shaggy blonde, with the ocean blue eyes that you were absolutely, undeniably, in love with. Rafe gets with his fair share of girls now. It never really bothered you at all since you both had come to a mutual agreement that this so-called relationship was purely physical and just an act to satisfy your parents. So now you spend your days and nights sneaking around with JJ Maybank, only the pogues and Sarah knowing what’s really going on. Rafe knows you’re fucking other people, but he doesn’t know who. If he did, he would lose his shit.

You wake up to your phone ringing next to your bed. Rubbing your eyes, you see the caller ID state that it was Rafe. You sigh rolling your eyes, you just talked to him before you decided to nap due to the exhaustion engulfing you after working a 7 hour shift this morning.

“Is this a booty call?” You ask, flopping back on your bed.

“Y/N! Someone sunk Topper’s boat!” He yells. You sit up immediately, stomach sinking, having an idea of who could have done this.

“Wait what?” You stand up and start pacing around.

“The plug wasn’t put back in. Topper claims he remembered to put it back in, but he was also drinking the last time he was driving it. Probably those fucking pogues though.” He raises his voice. “I don’t understand why you and Sarah hang around them, they’re trash y/n.”

“Rafe…” You state, already getting annoyed. “I love gossip just as much as the next girl, but I was hoping this was either more important information or a booty call. And seeing that it’s not, I am going to go back to bed.”

“Whatever. Come over tonight then?” He asks.

“Yeah yeah, see you then” You huff and lay back down trying to sleep, but your mind won’t stop thinking about the incident. Part of you knew JJ could have done this, and another part of you denied that. You give up on trying to sleep, throw on a bathing suit and one of JJ’s giant tees and head over to the chateau. 

You hop out of the car and walk around to the backyard of the chateau. 

“Now if any kooks come up to you and ask if you had anything to do with it, you walk up to ‘em, look ‘em right in the eye” You hear JJ stop and Pope mumble something. “And deny. Deny. Deny.” he finishes. You stop in your tracks, your suspicions now proving to be true. Your phone goes off and you mentally curse yourself for not putting your phone on do not disturb.

“Y/n?” JJ runs over to you, his face lighting up.

“What were you guys just talking about?” You ask nervously.

“Um uh well. I-” Pope starts but JJ cuts him off.

“Just talking about trying to find the gold. In case any kooks find out, we can’t have them fucking it up for us, ya know?” JJ says. You nod, not believing a single word but too scared to push for any further answers. 

“Well I gotta go back to work, I told my dad I would only be gone an hour or two.” Pope says, heading to the driveway. “Dinner tonight?”

“Yeah. Wait no fuck. I forgot I have a stupid family dinner thing I promised my parents I would go to.” You say, remembering you told Rafe you’d go over tonight. “Can we just come and hang out with you at work?”

“Yeah sure, I don’t care. Kie said she would help out today so she’ll probably be there by the time we get there” He says, and the two of you follow him.

You get to Heyward’s and not even 15 minutes after you arrive, chaos ensues. 

“Hey Pope, someone here to see you” Heyward says, eyeing the boy almost as a warning.

“Evening officer.” He says, swallowing as his hands start to shake.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” Shoupe orders, as the other officers step forward and grab him. You start screaming, following Heyward outside, JJ hot on your heels. Kie starts to sob, and everyone else starts to shout, confusion in the air around you. Pope looks as if he can’t breathe. His eyes looking lost. All of a sudden the screaming stops, and you hear one voice call out.

“It wasn’t him! it was me. He tried to talk me out of it. but I was mad because he’d just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from figure eight that I lost my shit.”  JJ turns to Pope. “I can’t let you take the blame for something that I did. You’ve got too much to lose.”

“JJ what are you doing?!” Pope hisses.

“I'm telling the truth. For once in my goddamn life, I’m gonna tell the truth. I took his old man’s boat too.” 

“What the hell?” Heyward says from behind you.

“JJ come on” Pope pleads. 

“Shut up Pope, shut up. He’s a good kid. “This was all me.” That was the last thing they said before they took him away. You didn’t notice you had started crying until you felt your tears roll down your neck. You feel a hand on your shoulder and see Heyward giving you the most sympathetic look. As much as he acts like JJ annoys the fuck out of him, you know that he loves JJ.

You, Pope and Kie stay outside as everyone else retreats to where they were before. You sink to the ground, hands covering your face.

“What do we do?’ You groan, wiping away the rest of your tears from your cheeks.

“I’m not sure we can do anything” Kie says.

“Well,” Pope starts “I mean in a perfect world we could pay off whatever his restitution would be. But Topper’s boat is expensive, like only the Kook-iest of Kooks can affor-”

“Pope, we know okay. That doesn’t help” Kie interrupts. You shoot up, an idea coming to your head. Deciding to keep it to yourself knowing that the two of them would immediately shut it down and call you crazy, you make an excuse to leave so you can execute your plan.

“I have to go guys. Get all socially acceptable and that shit for dinner with my family.” You start walking in the direction of your car. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You call out. You get into the car, open the glove compartment and grab the checkbook. Luckily, you share your bank account with your very, very elderly grandparents, who are loaded. And never check the account ever. So no one will notice anything missing. Your parents won’t be able to see anything, no one will ever know, and you’ll be able to do it anonymously. You drive to the station and climb out the car, your hands sweaty and stomach nervous.

“I’m here for JJ. Uh Maybank.” You tell the lady at the front.

“Let me grab Shoupe” She gives you a judgemental look as she walks back.

“Y/n, didn’t expect to see you here. Everything okay? Parents good?” Shoupe says as he sips on some coffee.

“Yeah yeah everythings fine. Um I’m here for JJ” You say, fidgeting with your hands.

“Maybank?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’m here to pay his restitution.”

“That’s $25,000 Y/n…” He puts his coffee down.

“Alright.” You grab a pen from the desk and start to write in the checkbook.

“Woah woah woah. Slow down. What will your parents think when they see 25k missing?”

“They won’t know. It’s not their account.” You finish filling out the check. “I would like to keep this anonymous please.” You hand it to him and walk out the door. You drive to the local market and sit in the parking lot, air conditioning cranked high and your favorite band blasting through the speakers and wait for him to call or text you.

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“Maybank” Shoupe says, unlocking the cell that he was sitting in. “Your restitution has been paid, you’re free to go.”

“By who?” He shoots up, eyes wide.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Get out of here.” Shoupe commands.

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Your ringtone interrupts the music and you groan as you reach for the phone hoping it’s from the only person you want to talk to right now. *JJ* flashes on the screen, with a photo of him shotgunning a beer. 

“JJ?” You try to sound confused to avoid any suspicion. 

“Y/n! I’m out! Someone paid my restitution. Shoupe wouldn’t tell me who but at this point I don’t care. Can you come get me please? Oh! And bring burgers and fries, jail makes you hungry.”

“JJ you were there for 2 hours, tops.” You laugh.

“Yeah and I’m starving. I’ll be waiting outside the station.” You hang up, pick up some food and head over to the station.

The moment he sees you his eyes light up.

“Hey beautiful.” He hops in the car and grabs your face, kissing you passionately. “I love you. You know that? I fucking love you.” You smile as the words leave his lips.

“I love you too J. Now eat up.” You throw him the bag of food and drive off to the Chateau, texting Rafe that something had come up. You’ll come up with an explanation as to how you got out of your “family dinner” for Pope and Kie. Tonight, you’re putting JJ first.

[jthebeauty]

Jeeeeeeen! I saw that you said you were one the ace spectrum and I’m curious as to how you realize that? I’m questioning my own sexuality rn and a lot of info online is confusing to me LOL. You dont have to answer if you aren’t comfortable tho ofc!

hey nonnie :) ofc we can talk about it! i’m more than comfortable with sharing my story & experience. <3

cw: first kiss, kissing in general, sex talk, sti mention, children mentions, relationships. long post ahead.

growing up, i always naturally admired the romantic aspects in a relationship.

things like dates, breakfast-in-bed, writing love letters, holding hands, cooking meals together, taking silly photos together, (and all that other sappy stuff) really shaped what i desire in a relationship. fun fact; ever since i was 8 or so, i knew i wanted to spend my honeymoon in paris, france (the city of love they call it 😌).

i need to go back into my past a lil’ so you can see where i’m coming from & where it started. 😬 sorry if you get a lil’ uncomfy. 😭🙏🏽

so. i had my first kiss in kindergarten with a handsome guy; a handsome guy who i’d probably still be nervous around as adults. idk, i haven’t seen him in person since i was 14. anyways, i was five years old at the time & the memory of our kiss still runs in my mind here n there.

we liked each other again in grade 6 & we communicated via sticky notes (bc we couldn’t talk during the lesson). 😭 but yeah, he cared a lot about my feelings & always knew when something was up. he’d rub me on the back & talk with me to make me feel better— he was genuinely a sweetheart.

so at 11 years old, due to my “kiddy crush/relationship” experiences with that guy, i viewed relationships as something cute & romantic.

sex was never really on my mind throughout middle school unless it concerned p.e. (physical education). but if anything, p.e. most likely contributed to how i am today. in health class, we talked about sti’s n stuff & i just remember being like umm… if i were to have sex, it’d have to be with someone i know really well & trust. i still feel this way today.

all of that wasn’t planned though, that’s just how it naturally was in my mind— even with peers constantly discussing who did what with who and where around me. sex talk (& rumours of that kind of stuff) were always around me, yet it never interested me or sparked curiosity within me.

i didn’t know for sure that i was on the ace spectrum till high school.

i started speculating when i was about 15 or so (after i had kissed my best friend romantically… more than once). i was able to confirm this once i had my first serious relationship at 16– borderline 17.

i was always excited for the romantic stuff like dates, texting good morning/night messages, even taking polaroid pictures together (once again, sex or anything beyond kissing wasn’t really on my mind for some reason). we even used to call each other practically every day once school ended & we parted ways. real sappy stuff lol.

i also need to add that we didn’t date until we had known each other (as friends) for a good 9-10 months. i knew of my ex since grade 9, but we didn’t become friends until grade 10.

my ex isn’t the first person i have kissed romantically, but they were another person who i had kissed after having some sort of close friendship with (or else it wouldn’t have happened to begin with).

in conclusion, i was in a +2.5 year relationship with my ex. i take relationships seriously, as i’m not one to do flings, one-night stands, situationships, or hook-ups/sneaky links. they don’t interest me one bit & i honestly kinda forget those kind of things exist (i think mainly bc of the pandemic & i’m under the assumption that people aren’t going out as often as they used to).

looking over everything that i can recall from my life, i lowkey consider myself a hopeless romantic LOL. i often read erotic romance novels that revolve around forbidden romance, enemies-to-lovers & stuff of that nature. i was (& still am) obsessed with romance.

i can experience sexual attraction, i’m not completely disinterested in the idea of sex. i want to have kids one day & get married— it’s just a matter of who.

i came to the conclusion that i strongly identify as demisexual & graysexual. i bounce between the two bc i really can’t just pick one. and it’s more than okay if you find yourself in this situation too— you don’t have to pick one & stick to it.

when my ex & i were together, i did experience sexual attraction (bc we had an emotional connection/bond + romantic feelings), but the more we got settled into our relationship, the less those sexual feelings would pass in my mind. i’m the kind of lover that shows my love & affection by cuddling, talking, or helping my partner— stuff of that nature.

for me it was just a matter of thinking “would i do this with a stranger just because they’re attractive?” or “would i do a fwb situation with ____?” and the answer to those kind of questions would be no. i’m just not interested or appealed by the idea of doing things like that with someone who i’m not romantically AND emotionally involved with. the only way we’re doing that, is if we’re mutually romantically AND emotionally involved with each other.

i guess you could say that sex is something “special” to me as well. i just seriously can’t do it with anyone— not even if i find them attractive, it takes so much more than that. but on the other hand, i’m just more of a romantic person anyways.

irl sex is never really at the forefront of my mind & if it is, it’s gone within a few seconds of reflecting on it. in fact, i kind of cringe thinking on past sexual incidents with my ex… like my brain just won’t allow me to reminisce about them & i’m actually glad bc i just don’t feel like purposefully thinking about irl sex anyways. 😭

sorry for the long post! i just really wanted to be transparent with you. but the above is mainly why i see myself on the ace spectrum. it took me a good 4-5 years to come this realization, so i really do feel you nonnie.

if there’s anything you wanna know further, feel free to swing on by again or message me on discord (if you have me there). i really do wish you all the best in navigating your sexuality, it seriously can be reallyyy confusing (especially with the internet as you said).

sending kisses to you my love. take care. 😚❤️

[one-leaf-grimoire]

“pine and lavender”

Lisa and Julius go to visit her hometown in the woods. Julius has a grand ol time. idk what the title is supposed to be ajfdskfljds. Anyway, here’s another self-indulgent one shot. stan julisa etc.��

Pairing: Julius x Lisa (my oc ajfsdkl)

Warnings: alcohol use (Julius gets a lil drunk) also some heavy flirting, a little of it suggestive but not like... that suggestive.

Two years. That’s how long it had been since Lisa last visited her hometown. She was still a magic knight back then, young and full of dreams, ready to take on what she believed to be a long career. But now, of course, that changed. Her career, and her whole life was unrecognizable. And even she was.

But even so…

“Are you sure about this?”

“Hmm?”

Lisa looked up from where she waited, to see Julius walking over. They were both dressed to travel, packing light for the mere two day getaway they had planned. Yet, Julius was asking as if they were about to leave for some treacherous journey. Perhaps that was true.

“You know… I don’t want you to think I expect to hang out with your family all the time,” Julius continued, finally reaching her side to stand on the balcony. “I know it’s tough for you, with your mother and all-”

“Julius,” Lisa interrupted him, taking his hand in hers to cut him off. “It was my idea, not yours! You made me hang out with your parents last week so it’s only fair that you have to visit my family!”

Julius blinked owlishly, then narrowed his eyes. “I see… wait, so you didn’t enjoy yourself last week?”

Lisa gulped nervously. Meeting Julius’s parents for the first time was an… interesting experience. Both of them were quite old, living alone in a nice place out in the countryside. The Novachrono family, being nobility, owned a couple of residences which they cycled between. Lisa, who grew up a commoner, found the whole arrangement quite extravagant, but it provided some neat weekend hideouts for her and Julius to enjoy. However, they weren’t alone last week.

(tragic flashback time)

“Julius! Oh, this must be your girlfriend!”

Lisa peeked out from behind Julius, her heart thumping in her chest as the elderly couple finally spotted her after greeting their son. The spark of excitement in their eyes, nearly identical to how Julius’s would be, gave way to some other emotion. It was brief, but they almost looked taken aback. Lisa physically resisted wincing.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it-

“OOh, you’ve got some mysterious mark on your head as well! No wonder our Julius likes you so much, ahah!”

Oh good. Lisa let herself exhale a nervous laugh, stepping forward to greet them properly. It wasn’t her fault she looked so young; she stopped aging when she was 20, after all. But it was nice to not be bombarded with questions all the time, from people assuming things about her relationship. 

“It’s nice to meet you, too!”

(end non-so-tragic flashback)

“Oh, your parents were wonderful. A little… excited, but wonderful.” Lisa grinned and elbowed Julius playfully, earning an exaggerated reaction. “Anyway, I think they told enough embarrassing stories about you to last me a lifetime!”

“Ah, is that so?” Julius grinned back sheepishly, his prior worries fading quickly. “I thought you already knew everything about me?”

“There’s always more to learn~” Lisa shot a cheeky wink up at him before picking up her bag. “Come on, we’ll be late for dinner if we keep chatting all evening.”

“Right, right.” Julius could barely contain himself as he took her hand again. “I’m so excited to see your cousins again- do you think they’ll remember me?”

“Remember? You?! Meeting you was the highlight of their lives!”

Without any more delays, Lisa held on tight as Julius finally took off, leaving nothing but faint traces of his mana behind.

Approximately two minutes later, the pair landed with a resounding whoosh, causing birds and leaves alike to take flight from the trees around them. Branches creaked, and bushes rippled, but only a moment later the forest was as still as it was before. “Well, here we are!” Julius let go of her hand only momentarily to stretch a long arm over his chest. “Too bad we have to walk into town from all the way out here-”

“We talked about this, remember? What do you think’s gonna happen if you just crash down in the middle of town?” Lisa reminded him, turning away once he was ready to start the walk. “And also- once we get there, you’ll have to transform into someone else. I don’t want to become the talk of the town or anything…”

“I know, I know!” Julius looked more disgruntled at that factor than anything else. He let out a deep sigh, sadness shifting through his gaze momentarily. “If I could have my way… I would want everyone to know.”

“... I know. Me too.”

Julius was unapologetic in every facet of his life, and love was no different. He loved the Kingdom, he loved his friends, but most of all, he loved Lisa. If he had it his way, Julius wouldn’t hesitate to herald the news from every corner of the country. 

“This woman? She’s mine! And I’m hers!” 

Sadly, the two of them already felt the harsh reality of the world, when Augustus and the Magic Parliament found out and used Lisa’s involvement with Julius against her. And because of that, Julius had to keep this treasured relationship close to his chest, where the general public wouldn’t find out.

“Hey-”

He looked down as Lisa snaked her arm around his, smiling up at him comfortingly. “Marry me one day, and then everyone can know.”

Julius’s eyes lit up at the mere thought. “Seriously? Let's get married today, then!”

“What?! No way! Not yet, at least…”

“Ah, alright. I’m patient~”

Before they knew it, they reached the outskirts of town, and Julius was forced to transform. Lisa watched curiously as his body glowed gold, and he morphed into an unfamiliar man. He kept his blonde hair, but he had blue eyes instead of his usual purple. Also, his nose, chin, ears, brow- it was all different. “There! How do I look? Handsome?”

“Not as handsome as usual,” Lisa answered, eyeing him up. It was true, nothing could beat the usual Julius. Julius, of course, knew this, giving her a teasing wink as he grabbed her hand again to continue their journey. 

Lisa’s hometown was small, but stable. They mainly subsisted on local crops and game, but they had to buy food from neighboring areas as well. Situated at the base of the mountains dividing the Clover Kingdom from Diamond, the town was once a battlefield, as both kingdoms vied for control over the precious gems underground. However, all those gems have been stripped away, and things calmed down for years and years.

At least, it used to be calm… up until that day. 

One fateful attack by the Diamond Kingdom, nearly four years ago. That day changed everything. Lisa’s father was killed, leaving her alone with a mother who hated her and powers that she didn’t understand. She lost so much…

But I wasn’t alone, remember?

Lisa glanced up at the man walking next to her, humming to himself as they moved. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories washed over her.

Because, that day… I met you.

“LISAAAA!!!!!”

The door to Lisa’s old home slammed open, revealing her aunt Portia and her cousins. Before the two of them could react, they were bombarded with hugs from adults and screeching children alike. Lisa could do nothing but stand there and take it, but the wide grin on her face betrayed the fact that she was enjoying it.

“Lyra! You’re going to suffocate me!”

“And I would be right to do so!”

Cousin Lyra- One year older than Lisa, a total airhead, but also the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. The girl stepped back from her cousin with a little pout on her face. “You never come to visit, even though I told you your mom moved out! We only get to see you once a year, you know!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I am kinda busy, you know!” Lisa defended herself, still smiling brightly. “Well, we’re here now, both of us.”

“Hey, who’s this weird guy?!”

Uh oh.

Lisa turned just in time to see Julius being circled menacingly by her two younger cousins, Pat and Rocco, the twins. Both of them had met Julius before, but now they were eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re right, who is this guy, Lisa?” Portia asked, her eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you and Julius broke up!”

“What?! No! I am Julius!” Julius looked a bit confused before the reason dawned on him. “Oh wait- right!” He stepped inside the house, out of sight of the street, and let himself change back to normal. Rocco and Pat immediately gasped. “OH! WIZARD KING!”

Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Their excitement never failed to crack her up.

“Aha, you know- you can call me cousin Julius-” Julius told them, but it was no use. They continued to chant his title and before grabbing onto his legs like they were two tree trunks. Julius just sighed and let out a tired laugh, looking over at the others. “Not yet, I see-”

“Well, now that we’re here-” Lisa winced a little as she sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m ready for a relaxing night here at home.”

“What?! Relaxing?” Aunt Portia let out a giggle. “Nonsense! Lisa, you know what day it is, right?”

Her family giggled as she stared at them blankly. “It’s friday!”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no…”

Julius looked between them, confused. “Wait, what does that mean? Friday? What’s so special about friday.”

“It’s the busiest night at the tavern! All hands on deck!”

The rest of the family cackled. Lisa’s father owned the sole tavern in town, so it passed down to Portia and Lyra once he died. It was popular, and Lisa worked there for many years before leaving to join the Magic Knights. Lyra giggled and nudged Lisa with her elbow. “It’ll be just like old times! You and me waitressing, I even kept your old ‘uniform!’”

Lisa’s already-pale face was white as a sheet now. “U-Uniform!? Oh god, you can’t mean-”

(thirty horrible minutes later)

“TA-DA! Look at this, ‘James’!”

Julius turned around at the sound of the fake name he was using today. He had been sitting alone in the tavern, watching the other groups as they sat and drank, laughing and chatting among themselves. It was a strangely serene experience, being able to be alone. Well, at least it was nice to not have Marx breathing down his neck. Julius did miss Lisa though… he wasn’t sure why, but being away from her, even just for a little while, made him deeply uncomfortable. But luckily, she was back… sort of.

Lyra strained as she attempted to drag someone out from the back room. “Lisa! Behave!”

“No! Jul- I mean, James, don’t look at me! This is embarrassing-”

Lisa finally gave in, her face burning bright red as she was dragged out into the open. 

“Isn’t she cute!? She had to wear this every day when she worked here!” 

Her “uniform” was that of a tavern maid; a dress a little shorter than knee-length, a cute apron, and her usual tights. It wasn’t anything too shocking, but-

Lisa covered her face with her hands, mortified to be wearing something so out of her usual wardrobe. “D-Don’t look at me-”

It was too late- Julius was L O O K I N G.

“I said stop it!”

Julius finally snapped out of his “trance,” the dumbfounded look fading into a devilish grin. “Wowie… Lisa, maybe you should change your usual uniform to this-”

Portia and Lyra cackled along with the rest of her family as Lisa shouted back, too embarrassed to make any sense. Julius chuckled to himself, letting up on the teasing but allowing his eyes to still wander all over her body.”There’s nothing to worry about, my sweet… you look good in anything.”

Lisa sighed, letting her shoulders slumped, still not looking forward to the night ahead, but maybe it would be bearable. Maybe. “Thanks… You’re usually right.”

“Of course I am-”

“Lisa! Stop making eyes at him and get to work!”

With another loud objection, Lisa was dragged away once again, while Julius watched her work with shining eyes. As someone raised in nobility, Julius had to admit that he was a little out of his element. The tavern became increasingly louder as people started drinking, shouts and laughter filling the small building. Julius felt himself shrink around his drink, only accompanied by the younger twins and Lisa’s uncle. But among all the chaos, Lisa navigated it all perfectly. Once she forgot about the outfit, she weaved between the tables and jostling chairs, carrying a teetering tray of beers, her voice managing to pierce the noise filling the air. “Hey! Keep it civil, guys, I don’t want to mop up any of your blood.” “Talk to me like that again, and I’ll tell the Wizard King to come get you! Yeah? Scared now?” “NO GAMBLING IN HERE!” “Do you want me to burn you to a crisp? Because you’re asking for it!”

Julius laughed to himself as he listened, not able to tame the big smile on his face.

She’s so cute-

“Hey, Lisa, you got cute~”

Julius’s eyes popped back open.

Did… someone just-

“Hmm? So what if I did?” Lisa glared down at her new admirer, well, admirers. They were a group of three men sitting at a round table, red-faced and drunk, and apparently smitten with their waitress. “It doesn’t mean you can look at me!”

“Oh, but we are~” One of them giggled. “Why don’t you come back with us tonight? It can’t be fun JUST hanging out with your family.”

There was nothing Julius wanted to do in that moment other than spring to his feet, release his disguise, and teach those guys a lesson directly from the hands of the Wizard King. And he almost did, too! With his fists clenched so tight he knew his nails would leave a mark, Julius barely scooted his chair back before freezing as Lisa stepped in to defend herself much better than he could have.

“Listen! You three used to bully me all the time for having no mana. I wouldn’t want to be seen with you, even if my life depended on it! And besides-” Lisa resisted shooting a cheeky glance over at Julius. “I already belong to someone, so you’re too late.”

The trio blinked dumbly up at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying. Julius smiled to himself and slowly slid back down into his seat.

“I already belong to someone.”

He always liked hearing that.

“What are you looking at?”

And suddenly, she was right next to him, leaning up against the table with a little grin on her face. Julius blinked, his reaction sluggish. Ah, I guess I got stuck in a little daydream there- He shook off the feeling, amplified by the beers he drank, and smiled up at her. “Oh, just the cutest waitress in this place.”

Despite being mortified earlier, Lisa only blushed lightly at the comment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh? I’m honored~ And what a coincidence, you’re the cutest guy in this place…”

Oh boy. The alcohol was starting to kick in for Julius, and Lisa knew it. His gaze started to fog up with some weird emotion that she knew well. She rarely saw him even get buzzed, so this was entirely unfamiliar. “Aha- ah, shucks, hehe-” He giggled boyishly to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his “thoughts.” Ahh… he would look so cute right now if he wasn’t in disguise, Lisa thought to herself, but it was enough to know that the unfamiliar man sitting here wasn’t unfamiliar at all… he was her man. “Hmm, you seem like you’ve had a little too much to drink” she teased.

Julius shrugged, lifting up his glass. “This is the best goddamn beer in the whole goddamn kingdom- HIC.”

Lisa bit her lip, thinking the little hiccup was just too cute. “Take it easy! I wouldn’t want you to pass out on me, hmm?”

Julius just laughed to himself again, his poor addled-brain hardly able to keep up. Damn! This beer is way more potent than I’m used to… these country folk know how to brew, that’s for sure. If I’m not careful, I’ll actually get drunk.

“Well, then tell me, waitress~” Julius finally spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. “When do you get off your shift?”

Lisa giggled, reaching out and running a friendly hand over his shoulder. Julius eagerly leaned into the gesture, like iron drawn to a magnet. That was what she was: a magnet. He would always be drawn to the gravity she possessed, something he couldn’t understand yet didn’t need to. All he really needed was her.

“Be patient~ We can go home soon.”

Without another word, Lisa leaned down and kissed his forehead, before pulling away to continue her work. Julius could do nothing but sigh and watch her go, his smile still traced on his lips and his mind hazy with desire.

(the next morning)

At exactly 6:30 am, Lisa’s eyes popped open. She was like a machine, her consciousness restoring itself almost instantly after her usual 6 hours of sleep. That was all she really needed, so she never gave herself much more. With a little yawn, the girl slowly rolled over in bed, her arm reaching out to find the warmth of a body beside her. However...

Julius wasn’t there, for some reason. Lisa frowned a bit, blinking as she got her bearings. Hmm, I wonder where he is? She was sure that they were together when they fell asleep late last night. In fact, she was 100% certain that was the case. Julius got all needy when he was drunk, and wouldn’t let go of her even as he fell asleep. It takes a lot to get him drunk in the first place. He should be terribly hungover right now.

“Portia? Lyra?” 

Lisa peeked into the kitchen, the stillness in the air betraying that no one else was awake yet. That’s weird… well, Julius likes his morning walks, this could be his way of dealing with his hangover

She knew that Julius was the last person on earth she usually had to worry about, but he was unfamiliar with the area and could get lost. Keeping that in mind, Lisa quickly got dressed and headed out to search for him. It was still early, and also a Saturday, so the town was very quiet and empty. Lisa strolled down the streets, becoming increasingly disheartened as she failed to locate her wandering boyfriend. Well… maybe he went out into the woods? Ooh, I hope he’s alright-

Lisa decided to check the outskirts before heading back home, just in case. Luckily, her intuition ended up being right… just not in the way she expected at all.

“Lisa!!!! Hello!!! Good morning!!! Look at me!!!”

Just as Lisa reached the edge of the woods, who should come running out but a grinning Julius. Usually, Julius only moved fast when he was fighting, and moved so fast that he left afterimages everywhere he went. Other than that, he glided from place to place, as graceful and stately as could be. But now, Lisa watched in shock as a seemingly-normal albeit awkward looking man, with arms and legs a little too long for his body, came sprinting at her. But the strangest thing was-

“Julius!!! Why are you dressed like a lumberjack!?” 

Lisa backed away slightly as he skidded to a stop in front of her, still almost giddy with boyish excitement, and she eyed his strange outfit: a red flannel shirt, JEANS, and a strange looking hat. She also noticed that he wasn’t in disguise anymore. But before she could say anything, Julius launched into a harried explanation, as if he already knew what she was thinking. “Oh, don’t worry! No one recognized me with this hat on, haha! See, I woke up early to make you some coffee for when you woke up, but your uncle was awake and invited me to come help him and some others gather wood and stuff in the forest! He gave me the outfit and everything! It’s a little tight though-” Julius shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. “Anyway, a lot of people in this town don’t have much magic, at least not for gathering wood, so I got to use an axe and everything! It was so much fun, we’re taking a short break now but we’ll be at it again soon, haha!” 

Julius let out a jovial laugh while Lisa stood there, still absorbing the words he just spat out. “Oh… I see. Well, I’m glad you’re having fun-” She eyed his hat again, noticing that it covered most of his blonde hair as well as his swallowtail mark. “So… you’re not hungover or anything? You were pretty drunk last night…”

“Drunk? NO, no!” Julius wiggled his eyebrows. “That stuff only buzzed me… I was just using it as an excuse to act a bit more boldly, you know? I’m perfectly fine this morning.”

… of course he would do that- Lisa thought to herself, not sure if she should be charmed or exasperated…. She was leaning towards the former, since by now she was used to Julius’s antics. “You seem to be enjoying the commoner life, maybe we should quit our jobs and move out to a cabin in the woods,” she teased, letting herself smile brightly up at him. Now that the shock was wearing off… he did look really good in his new “uniform.” “You should wear stuff like this more often~”

Julius raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t wipe his goofy grin off his face. “Oh? Maybe I will~ And-” He reached down and took her hand in his, clasping it tenderly. “I’ll take you out to cabins in the woods whenever you feel like it! Just say the word, and it’s done!”

Lisa giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as Julius’s hand cupped her cheek, holding her face gently as his lips found the side of her head. “It’s good to know I have you wrapped around my finger~”

“Oh, more than my finger, my dear.” Julius winked as he straightened back up. However, that brief, sultry moment ended as soon as a new idea crossed his mind. “So! I was thinking- we should have a picnic for lunch!”

Lisa’s eyes it up at the same time as his own. “Ooh, I like that idea! Out in the woods?” She immediately started brainstorming what she could make.

“Not just any spot, though-” Julius fidgeted with excitement. “That spot by the river… with the flowers, where we first met?”

“Oh… oh! Yeah!” The memories flooded back, memories from a time much more complicated than now. “Meet me there at noon?”

“Yeah! Thank you, darling.” Julius leaned down, his intention clear. Lisa closed her eyes in time to feel his sweet kiss on her lips, brief yet just as intoxicating as ever. “See you soon!” Without another word, Julius waved goodbye before running off, disappearing into the trees. Lisa sighed to herself, the warmth of his presence still lingering on her skin. Wow… well, I have a picnic to prepare. She turned around and started to walk back home, her mind still caught up in the dream she somehow managed to turn into reality.

Back then, years ago, they met in that spot by the river. Lisa was lost, alone, hopeless, and confused, but all it took was a kind smile and that strange, warm feeling to get her moving again. Moving towards her goals, with nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

I gained and lost so much, over and over, but now… it’s just like you promised, Julius. You said, one day, our life will be simple. And now it is.

Despite the trials they experienced, the satisfaction of knowing filled Lisa’s heart: she was his, and he was hers. Completely.

(shortly before noon)

Finally alone, Julius took off his hat, letting his head breathe for the first time all morning. He had arrived at the spot a little early, so he had a few minutes to himself. “Hmm… this is the place, alright,” he muttered to himself, looking around. The stream still flowed lazily like it always did, and the blanket of white cornflowers still rippled gently in the breeze. The whole atmosphere was calming, yet so deeply potent with memories, both good and bad… but one in particular.

I still remember it so well… During that Diamond attack, Lisa dropped her Grimoire. I had to chase her all over town to give it back! I ended up catching up to her here… we had our first conversation. And her first smile-

Julius would have been content to die in that moment. For that brief second, he forgot that he was Wizard King, he forgot about all the responsibilities he carried on his back. He was weightless, unburdened… blessed. A girl he barely knew, someone he could tell was deeply troubled and complicated, defeated him with just a smile. At that time, he couldn’t have imagined that he would grow so close to her, watching as she clawed her way up, a girl with nothing to lose but everything to gain. It was what he admired most about her, but she was more than just another remarkable person in the magic knights.

She was his.

Julius found himself standing at the edge of the stream, the water calm enough for him to make out his reflection.

Despite how perfectly everything felt now… he couldn’t shake an unwelcome feeling.

Dread?

Julius shook his head slightly, watching his own eyes narrow with determination.

If I can protect an entire kingdom… I can protect one person dear to me. 

“Julius!”

The voice calling out from behind him immediately dispelled the dread from his gut. Perking up, Julius quickly turned around to see Lisa walking over, picnic basket in hand and a big smile on her face. “Hey! I’m right on time~ Hungry?” She held up the basket, opening it up to look at the contents. “I made some sandwiches, but Portia had some leftover wine from last night so I packed a little of that as well, and-”

Lisa was suddenly cut off when a pair of arms closed around her. She stood there silently as she was held tightly, her face buried into the rough flannel of Julius’s shoulder. Slowly, she inhaled, taking in his scent, a scent indistinguishable from her own save for the new notes of pine he managed to pick up while working. Then, she exhaled, her arms drifting around his torso in time with her breath. 

It was moments like these that she knew she was cherished. More than any treasure or prize the Kingdom could offer. Even if she didn’t understand why, she knew that fact.

After a few long, tender moments, Julius’s grip finally loosened, and he stepped back just enough to peer down at her face, his smile tinged with faint notes of sadness. “Thank you, Lisa.”

“My pleasure.”

The two of them turned and walked towards the stream, their hands still entwined as tight as fate itself.

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Words: 1782

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

A/N: I enjoyed writing bones... the transitions between placed are a lil off though. I’m outta practice.

Request: Hey i was wondering if I could request a Bones (aos) x plus size reader, If you're comfortable with it. If you are comfortable with it maybe the reader is a red shirt who is really shy and/or anxious and bones fancies her. Like he's always greeting her, patching her up and starting conversations with her, just being a gentleman to her. Idk, something fluffy if you can. Hope you have a good day! - @morganofthecoves1

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The tool belt was tight around your waist, sagging down slightly from the weight of the tools. Undoing it you quickly dropped it into your tool bag and slung it on your shoulder. You'd sort out the contents when you were back in engineering. 

You quickly made your way to the turbolift and admitted yourself on the opening of the doors not really taking notice of who was inside.

"Y/N how's the shoulder" you knew that voice anywhere it was none other than Leonard McCoy, your Doctor and friend. It wasn't like you hung out often but he'd always make an effort with you when most other's wouldn't and you regarded him a friend and hoped he did the same.

"Uhh yeah it's good. Still a little sore but time will heal it."  You brought your hand up to the shoulder your tool bag was on massaged it slightly.

"Damn Jim is always reckless with flying the ship. I’m sorry you got flung when we hit turbulence." It was silent for a second and the man studied you, taking in everything with adoring eyes as you awkwardly fidgeted on the spot waiting for the turbolift to open, you hated silences most of the time but you didn't know what to say to fill them, especially with someone you didn't know amazingly well, yeah you were still shy around him but confidence would come slowly. "A little advice for now, carry your tool bad on the other shoulder. Minimise strain on that one." 

You smiled at the man as heat rushed to your face, "yeah of course, it was just instinct to carry it on that shoulder" you were flustered as you quickly tried to swap the arm the toolbag was on.

"Hey, you don't have to justify it. I was just trying to help you out." He said looking into your eyes with a smirk "we've all got to look out for each other" 

You looked down at the floor and tucked some hair behind your ear "thank you." You were hesitant as the doors opened "well looks like this is my stop" you stepped out and turned around as you heard Leonards voice.

"Rest the shoulder ok? Although I love having your company in medbay I'd rather see you outside of it." 

You gave him a small wave "I will" as the doors closed you turned and made your way to Scotty for your next assignment. 

Leonard had been interested in you for a while, Jim occasionally teased him about having a crush on you and yeah he couldn’t deny that he did fancy you. You weren’t like most other women on the ship who obviously threw themselves at him. He was attracted to you in so many ways, he loved your personality, thought you were funny, and you were the darn prettiest women he’d ever seen. He knew you were shy but did his best, he desperately wanted to ask you out but never found the right time.

It was lunchtime. You quickly found yourself in the mess hall grabbing food and scanning the room for somewhere to sit. You were just about to slide into a seat at an empty table when you heard a voice come up next to you.

“Darlin’ you weren’t going to sit on your own were you?” You turned slightly to look at the man. “C’mon there’s some spare seats at my table and Jim was just about to leave anyway.” the man gestured towards the table he was sat at.

Smiling you followed the man over and happily took a seat next to him. “How’s medbay been?” you asked hoping to make conversation with the man.

“The usual, nothing special, mainly red-shirts coming in with different injuries.”

“Is that so?” 

“Redshirts are probably in the higher risk jobs so it makes sense” He said before the two of you fell into silence to eat. You ate slowly, self conscious and anxious about eating in front of someone you weren’t very well acquainted with.

Leonards communicator went off and he flipped it open, he'd been called back to work. He quickly tidied the table in front of him as he pushed his chair out and stood up. “It was nice having lunch with you. How about we do this more often?”

You smiled up at the man feeling heat rush to your face “I’d like that”

“Perfect. I’ve got to run but see you later? Dinner?”

“Yeah sure.”

With that he was gone. Finishing up your food you returned to engineering to get on with the rest of your day, anxious yet excited to hang out with Leonard over dinner.

The two of you had dined together most meals for the past couple of days and yeah, you thought the two of you were getting close, making good progress. Of course you were still shy, that was hardwired into you, that was who you were but Leonard didn’t seem to care.

“Y/L/N hold onto that for me will you?” Ensign Burton instructed you. The two of you had been sent to do repairs together

“Sure.” You held the piece as instructed as he got to work. Looking down at his work you noticed an error. “Wait. Stop. Don’t do that it’ll cause-” and with that there was a large bang. Burton managed to move out of the way quickly and ended up unharmed. But you, you’d taken a small piece of the metal panel to the head… great.

You looked at the blood on your hand as you felt an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got to get you to medbay c’mon.”

Upon entering McCoys head shot up from the Padd he was looking at towards you. Moving around a bed he was instantly at your side. “Ensign what happened?” Burton explained the situation as Lenoard guided you to a bed “You seem to have no injuries, but I want you to get checked by a Nurse anyway. I’ll see to Y/L/N.” Burton nodded and quickly slipped away.

You winced as Leonard touched and examined the injury, “it looks worse than it is but it’s still not great. There’s nothing here that I can’t fix though you’ll be better in no time.” You closed your eyes and nodded at the man's words. You sat in silence as the man got to work dressing the wound and administering hypos along the way. “All done.”

You lifted you head up to look into the man’s eyes, his hand was resting on your shoulder, thumb grazing your jawline. You moved your mouth slightly closer to the mans and he did the same to you, “Thank you.” you spoke as your lips were impossibly close. You could have closed the gap, you wanted to close the gap but you looked away from his face and moved away, nervousness taking over. Leonard gave your shoulder a small reassuring squeeze.

“You might feel a lil discomfort but the pain should go away on it’s own. Come back to me if it still hurts in a couple hours.”

You nodded. “Thank you. Am I free to go?”

“You certainly are, just take it easy.” Leonard was about to leave your bed before you stopped him.

“Are we still on for drinks at mine later?” 

“If you still want me there. I’ll be there.”

“The invitation is still there.” 

He smiled and gave you a nod before disappearing into his office.

You were sat in your quarters waiting for the chime of your door. The drinks on the table in front of you. You ran your hands down your uniform pushing out creases to occupy yourself as you awaited Leonards arrival.

On hearing the chime you shot to your feet and ran to the door. Leonards face beamed with a smile as he stepped inside “Sorry I’m a little late just had to finish up with a patient.”

“It’s fine. Please, make yourself comfy.” you could feel a cool sweat gathering on your hands as you moved to the sofa, damn why’d you have to have these nervous reactions? “I know you were probably expecting alcohol and I do have some for later if you want, but I grabbed us some hot chocolates. My signature recipe.” 

You presented the man with a mug as he sat on the sofa next to you, smiling he happily took it from your hands “This is even better than alcohol sweetheart.” he took a sip “It tastes incredible!”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?” 

“Not at all. This is just what I needed.” he took another sip before putting the mug down on the table. “So how’s the head.”

You raised your hand instinctively to the injury. “It’s ok. Haven’t really felt anything, I suppose it’s all the hypos you gave me.” you hesitated on your next set of words. “I just wanted to say thank you, for putting effort into me and trying to be my friend. I really appreciate it.”

“I don’t have to put any effort in, putting effort in implies that I’m trying hard to do something I don’t want too. I want to be your friend Y/N and everything comes naturally. I dare say I’d like to get to know you more and possibly become something more than friends.” His hand was now resting on your leg, clasping your hand.

“You’d want to be with someone like me?” you asked shyly.

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know” you gestured at your body. “I ain't the prettiest girl on the ship.”

“God. Really? You think you’re not the prettiest girl on the ship? Y/N everytime I see you my heart is in my God-damn mouth. Not only are you pretty on the outside your god-damn beautiful on the inside too.”

You froze and your heart went wild. “Really?” Tears pricked your eyes.

“Why would I lie about something like that?” you flung your arms around the man's neck and hugged him. 

“I really like you Leonard.”

The man squeezed you tight and let out a small chuckle “I really like you too.” the two of you embraced for a while and he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “How about we finish the best hot chocolates in the world before they get too cold.” 

You agreed with the man and picked up your mug “How about a movie?”

“I’m up for it, as long as it’s not a horror.”

Smiling you quickly put on your favourite movie and curled up with the man on the sofa. From that day on you spent more time together and it blossomed into a beautiful relationship. 

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Kim Seokjin x Reader ~ The Big Secret  [Part 2]

[My BTS Masterlist]

A/N: Please note that this story is not trying to insinuate that any of the members would/do act like they do in my writing; this is all fictional and coming from my imagination. Also, this story does not strictly follow the timeline or realistic details.

I apologize for any plot holes; I’m pretty sure there are quite a few, but I’ve been very busy with personal issues to write, so I wrote this all in one sitting! I’ll try to comb through it all later to fix any issues. Feel free to let me know if you spot any contradicting details or grammar/spelling issues.

Word Count: 3505

The door behind Jin opens and within that very second, a young woman leaps onto the man in question, all four limbs wrapping around the man in question. Six pairs of eyes pop out of their respective heads, blinking rapidly as if the action will aid them in understanding the events currently taking place.

“Oh! You brought your friends with you,” the young woman remarks, pulling back her face, which was nuzzled into Jin’s shoulder. She releases her grip and straightens out her clothes before waving in all the men standing at her doorstep. “Please, come in. I apologize for the mess, but my brother was in a hurry this morning and left all his belongings scattered about; my own schedule has been hectic, so there hasn’t been any time to clean up after him.”

Now, as the six Bangtan boys stand in the apartment with wide eyes, their jaws dropping in further emphasis of their shock. The living room has heaps of clothes and shoes from designer brands draped all over the furniture, recording and producing equipment pushed up against the furthest wall, piles of expensive jewelry scattered on the coffee table, and several boxes filled with a diverse selection of cosmetics pushed beneath said coffee table.

Taehyung is the first to move while the others remain fixated on the priceless items in the room. He wanders carefully past the jewelry-covered table and stops to admire the numerous glass frames hung up on the wall. The very first design catches his attention; a metallic-silver background— most of its surface is covered by five signatures— accentuates a shiny blue logo that the young idol is very familiar with.

“OH MY GOSH, IS THAT A SIGNED ALIVE ALBUM?! WAIT! THERE’S ONE FOR EVERY ALBUM BIGBANG HAS RELEASED, AND THEY’RE ALL SIGNED!!”

This shout of excitement has everyone’s head snapping to look over at Taehyung, who is nearly crying tears of joy as his eyes rake over all the signed album covers hung up on the walls. Jungkook and Jimin run up to join their friend in admiring the displayed collection.

By now, Jin has disappeared into the kitchen and started to brew tea for all the members and his mysterious female friend. When the broad-shouldered idol returns, he and the young woman beside him are met with expectant glares from the rest of Bangtan’s hyung line— mainly Yoongi.

“Who the h-”

“What I think Yoongi-Hyung is trying to ask,” interrupts Namjoon, who has the group’s image in mind; he worries over the possibility of the woman before him recalling Yoongi’s brash words in the near future to fuel the beginnings of a scandalous article, “is: ‘Who are you?’” A timid, dimpled smile stretches across the leader’s lips as he waits patiently for a response. He nearly breaks into a nervous sweat when his hyung and the woman look at each other, a silent conversation taking place between the two.

“I’m Seokjin’s girlfriend and childhood bestie, Kwon (Y/n). It’s very nice to finally meet you all!”

Namjoon nearly faints. 

The expensive paraphernalia lying around in the room and the albums on the wall suddenly makes sense. This apartment does not belong to just anybody. This apartment must belong to Kwon (Y/n), as in Kwon Jiyong’s sister.

Of course, Namjoon cannot prove such a presumptuous statement without actually asking (Y/n) herself, but he has a strong suspicion that his assumption is true. Sure, the surname “Kwon” is fairly common, but there have been articles in the past hinting that G-Dragon, one of the biggest stars in the Kpop and fashion industries, has two sisters; the details were extremely vague.

He feels awkward wanting to confirm her relation to the famous Kwon Jiyong. There is no indication the other members are connecting the dots, but Namjoon wants answers. He walked all the way out to this building in the cold clad in only pajamas and a fuzzy Ryan robe, gave away his ID to a young security guard he just met, and experienced second-hand embarrassment thanks to his fellow group members; Hoseok will be met with a lot of trouble if the trip proves to be pointless.

“So…um…Ms. Kwon, are you-”

The jingling of keys, followed by the unnerving creaking of the front door swinging open, interrupts the rapper mid-question.

“Ah, Jiyong-Hyung, you’re back,” Jin greets, rushing over to the door to assist the man in question with the many bags in his hands.

This time, nearly all of the Bangtan boys faint.

“Of course. What kind of brother would I be if I worked all day during my little sister’s birthday?”

“A horrible one,” (Y/n) pipes up. She sets down her mug of tea before running over to Jiyong to pull him into a tight embrace. “Thank you, Ji-Ji-Oppa~”

“Yah, stop calling me that! I’m not that stupid cartoon cat.”

“First of all, no! Secondly, he is not stupid. Jiji is very caring and cute. And thirdly, it’s not a cartoon!”

Sensing the awkward stares, the two siblings turn to face their audience of six stunned men. Jiyong is the first to step up and greet them, commenting on their music after introducing himself. Each BTS member stumbles over their words, finding it extremely difficult to speak to the man who is a member of their favorite group— their idol.

After shaking hands with BIGBANG’s leader, Taehyung grasps his wrist while staring at his hand, mouth gaping in shock. He mumbles something about not washing or using that hand ever again, but nobody pays any mind to his reaction. 

“Wait a second… If you’re here to celebrate her birthday,” Hoseok comments, brows furrowed in confusion as he points an accusing finger at Jin, “then why did you bring a copy of our routine with you?”

“I was going to go over the choreography with Seokjinnie-Oppa a few times before dinner. He’s already got most of it down, so I’m mainly observing and pointing out any possible adjustments he needs to make. Since I wasn’t expecting my brother to be home so early, I haven’t gotten dinner started.”

“For the last time, I want to cook for you!” Though Jin sounds beyond irritated, his eyes show nothing but pure admiration for the woman before him. His friends are very familiar with Jin’s caring actions and are not surprised that this behavior is more prevalent when the man is around his girlfriend. “You should just relax for your birthday. I want to take care of you. You’re already helping me with the dance moves.”

“How about you both focus on the routine and let observe,” Jiyong suggests with a smirk. “I rarely get to see her dance anymore, so it’d be nice to watch and see if lil’ sis is as good as she claims to be these days.”

Bottom lip pursing into a pout, (Y/n) snaps back with a witty remark. The two bicker for quite some time until Jin ushers them both down the hall into a spare bedroom that had been refurbished into a dance studio; the rest of BTS follow their hyung, curious to witness Jin’s secret girlfriend’s dancing skills while also spending more time in the same room as G-Dragon himself.

Once (Y/n) refreshes her memory and cues the soundtrack, her expression changes drastically. In place of her usual bubbly personality, a stoicism that very few people can pull off, while maintaining a natural swagger, replaces her wide smile and bright, wide eyes. Her limbs move freely in the air, gliding in sync with the music without missing a beat, Jin watching and mimicking her movements at her side all the while. 

The dance line watches silently, impressed with what is taking place before their very eyes; Hoseok now has a very good reason as to why his friend has suddenly been improving during their practice sessions.

Jungkook has his gaze trained on (Y/n) when a sudden thought pops into his mind. His head slowly turns until he spots Yoongi leaning against the wall; the eldest rapper’s demeanor is practically identical to the persona (Y/n) is currently maintaining. A mischievous smirk stretches across his lips, but the maknae chooses to remain silent, for now.

Once the routine is over, Jiyong is the first to applaud the couple, giving out exaggerated compliments to which his sister responds by slapping him. She taunts Jiyong, daring him to provide a better performance, but he argues back with an obvious fact: he is unfamiliar with the choreography, unlike her.

“Fine,” (Y/n) states with a smirk, “BIGBANG it is then.”

“What?”

“You said it yourself, Ji-Ji. You don’t know the routine. It would be unfair of me to challenge you with that song, so we’ll dance to one of your group’s songs instead. Might I suggest ‘Bang Bang Bang?’”

“But that requires a total of five people.” The idol fights back a smirk, desperate to hide the embarrassing fact that he has long since forgotten majority of the choreography for the song in question. He only remembers the basic moves, since the group never really stuck to the dance routine when performing on-stage; the energy in the building always left them running around across the stage and interacting with the fans. “I am just one person, (Y/n). I am physically unable to perform Youngbae, Seunghyun-hyung, Sengri, and Daesung’s parts at the same time.”

“You worry too much, Oppa~”

The smile on (Y/n)’s face leaves a dreading feeling within the pit of Jiyong’s stomach. Ever since they were young children, her lips would curl up into the same mischievous smile whenever her brain starts scheming. Some things never change… 

“From what Seokjin has told me, the boys are huge fans of your music,” the young woman informs her sibling while gesturing to the idols in question. “I’m pretty sure that at least their dance line knows the choreography for all your songs.”

Upon hearing her statement, the dance line blushes and directs their gaze to the laminated floors, but a pair of colorful slippers enter their line of vision, prompting them to look back up to find (Y/n) standing before them. She gently grabs Jimin and Jungkook’s hands, pleading for them to convince the others to agree to participate in her challenge against Jiyong; Hoseok readily agrees without hesitation, but the two shyer dancers need more convincing before dancing in front of their sunbaenim and possibly humiliating themselves. 

“I can dance instead of Jungkook,” Taehyung offers, his boxy smile stretching across his face. He continues to suggest taking Jungkoook’s place, since the vocalist is also very familiar with BIGBANG’s dance routines, but his main goal is to push the maknae into overcoming his nervousness and agreeing. And if Jungkook agrees to dance, Jimin will follow suit. “I was dancing to ‘Bang Bang Bang’ just last week, so it’s still very fresh in my memory. Jungkook only-”

“I’ll do it!” Jungkook’s sudden outburst startles Taehyung, but the 95-liner is quick to recompose. He shrugs his shoulders and backs down from the urge to whine about not being able to dance with G-Dragon, since a small part of him was hoping Jungkook would refuse. Either way, he is proud of Jungkook for stepping out of his comfort zone.

“Yes!! It’s settled then! Seokjinnie-Oppa, could you pull up the song for use please? Thank you~” 

With their positions assigned and music blaring through the speakers, they begin to dance. Jimin quickly snatches up Taeyang’s position, leaving Jungkook to begrudgingly take T.O.P.’s position as Hoseok politely insists for (Y/n) to choose which member’s she would like to dance in place of; (Y/n) ends up choosing Daesung’s part.

From the sidelines on the far end of the room, Namjoon and the rest of his group members cheer on their peers, who execute the dance routine perfectly without a single mishap.

“Yeeeaaah,” Taehyung screams excitedly while jumping around. His deep voice rivals the loud music as he shouts along to the lyrics. “Bang, bang, bang, let the bass drum roll!!”

Once the song comes to an end, cheering and clapping echo throughout the room. The three members who took part in dancing alongside the siblings turn to bow, thanking them for the opportunity.

“No, no! There’s no need for that! I was the one who invited you to dance. If anything, I should be thanking you for agreeing!” 

“You’re so talented, Noona,” the dance line remarks with bright smiles on their faces. 

“Ahh, no, no,” she shakes her head in denial, shyly smiling as blood rushes up to her cheeks. “I’m not that good. I’m mostly self-taught.”

“What are you going on about?” Interrupting her rebuttal, Jiyong throws his arms over his sister’s shoulders, effectively restraining her in a tight embrace. He shoots her a warning look before addressing his guests with a proud smirk. “Don’t listen to this idiot. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. For your information, (Y/n) is one of YG Entertainment’s top secret choreographers. You boys have already seen several routines she’s choreographed without knowing it; ‘Bang Bang Bang’ and ‘Fantastic Baby’ are two of her co-creations.” 

If it were physically possible for the human eye to suddenly transform into hearts, such would be happening right this minute. The Bangtan boys are starstruck at the information Jiyong has just revealed to them.

Questions practically fly out of their mouths as the seven boys direct their curiosity at the Kwon siblings. Several dance-related inquiries are directed at (Y/n), who gladly answers each question with a smile, while the rappers focus on learning music production tips from Jiyong. However, while his friends are distracted, Hoseok slips over to the corner of the room where his hyung is seated by a laptop and set of speakers.

“Hey, hyung,” Hoseok greets quietly, his feet shuffling around anxiously. When Jin looks up at his fellow group member, he finds that the dancer’s eyes are looking at anything but his own. “I’m sorry for being nosy and dragging everyone out to see what you were up to. It was none of our business, and following you out here was really rude.”

A long silence follows Hoseok’s apology, scaring the dancer. He was worried about Jin’s reaction while waking over to him, but now that he has expressed his regrets, a weight has been lifted off his chest.

“I would be lying if I were to say that I’m not disappointed in you,” Jin admits with a sigh, lifting his head to meet Hoseok’s gaze before turning to watch (Y/n) and Jiyong interact with the rest of BTS; the smiles on all their faces prompt a small smile to tug at his own lips, “but I’m glad you came to apologize. You can apologize to Jiyong-Hyung and (Y/n) later, but right now, you can help me with dinner as part of your punishment.”

“Taa-daaa~”

Jubilant cheers erupt in the dining room as Jin directs his blindfolded girlfriend into her seat at the head of the table. Once the fabric slips away from her face, the crowd of men in the apartment burst into song, wishing the young woman a happy birthday. 

“Saeng-il chukahamnida! Saeng-il chukahamnida! Saranghaneun-”

Loud knocking interrupts the cheerful song, confusing nearly everybody in the room, but Jiyong dismisses the odd expressions as he stands to get the door. The individuals at the door, once again, nearly causes the Bangtan boys to faint. The rest of BIGBANG enters the apartment, stopping to hug (Y/n) as she darts over to the door to greet her friends.

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you were all busy?”

“Jiyong-Hyung texted us an hour ago to invite us to your little party since we managed to finish early,” Daesung explains, “He also asked us to bring your cake. He was going to get it himself, but since we were closer, we picked it up on the way over.”

Noticing his stunned dongsaengs doing nothing but staring with their mouths open, Jin steps forward to welcome the new guests. His casualness only shocks the boys more.

“Oh yeah,” (Y/n) exclaims happily, dragging the eldest rapper by the sleeve into the dining room, the young woman starts to introduce him to the younger idols. “Seunghyun-Oppa, these are Seokjin’s friends. They’re from the group Bangtan Sonyeondan!”

“You could’ve at least waited for us,” Youngbae playfully teases, sauntering into the room soon after. “We all want to meet them.”

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt skip. I wasn't sure how to end this segment, and after staring at my laptop screen for several weeks, I just decided to end it here and continue with a time skip.

Without realizing how much time has passed since the beginning of the celebration, the idols are taken aback when they gaze drunkenly at the clock hanging on the wall. Soon, the room is filled with commotion as all the artists scramble to gather their belongings in preparation to return back to their respective residences. 

“Where do you guys think you’re going?” With her hands on her hips, (Y/n) shakes her head disapprovingly at the bumbling mess of limbs before her. She waltzes over to the men and begins to pluck away their overcoats, returning the garments to the coat rack by the door. “None of you are driving or taking a taxi back tonight. Some of you are barely standing straight, and yes, I’m talking about you, Seunghyun. Now, sit down while I sort out everything.”

“I can take some of them home,” Seokjin offers. “I haven’t had any alcohol, and since I drove the SUV over, I can transport more people than if I were to take my other car.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you…”

“Well, I offered,” he counters with a smirk, “so I don’t see where the issue is. I can make one trip to drop off everyone in BIGBANG, then come back for Bangtan.”

Sighing in defeat, (Y/n) accepts her boyfriend’s proposition. She returns to the coat rack and slowly assists her brother’s friends with their outerwear as Jin escorts them one-by-one into the awaiting vehicle in the parking structure. 

“Thank you for the party, Jiyong-Oppa. Good night!”

“I love youuuuu~”

“Yes, yes, I love you too.”

Once all of BIGBANG has been transferred from her apartment to Jin’s car, (Y/n) jogs over to her office in search of a sticky note to jot down each member’s respective address. Illuminated by the moonlight pouring into the room through the open windows, the young woman decides to forgo turning on the lights during her hunt for the pad of paper.

Jin returns from the parking garage with all of BIGBANG buckled in and ready to return home only to find the living room empty as he steps back into the parking lot. A faint shuffling noise catches the man’s attention, leaving him to follow his ear while reluctantly entering deeper into the apartment. Despite having been dating (Y/n) for quite some time now, Jin remains hesitant when it comes to exploring his girlfriend’s apartment; he does not feel comfortable invading her privacy and feels as if he is overstepping unspoken boundaries by doing so.

“Where is it? I was using it just the other day…”

Frustrated whispers draw Jin’s attention to a room on his right, so he peeks his head through the threshold to watch as (Y/n) shove around her paperwork haphazardly. A mischievous plan pops into his head and, despite his better judgement, Jin quietly slips into the office to sneak up on his beloved. The darkness shrouds his presence perfectly, leaving the man to stealthily creep across the room without making a single sound.

“I could’ve sworn that I left it next to the laptop… Maybe I moved it back to the dra- Ahh!!”

Deft fingers dart out and make use of (Y/n)’s unawareness, tickling her sides without wavering as the young woman desperately squirms around. Several stacks of paper fall to the ground, followed by the loud thud of (Y/n) crashing into her office chair, but Jin persists with his attack.

“Seokjin, stop,” (Y/n) manages to gasp out between laughs. “It’s getting late and you still need to take everyone home.”

“Fine, but only because you’re right. I’ll continue this one day.” Jin backs away and allows the young woman to continue her search as he offers to turn on the lights. “You shouldn’t be looking around in the dark. You might get hurt on accident.”

Even though she insists on finding her sticky notes without any help, Jin flips on the light switch and immediately spots the item in question before (Y/n). He grabs the pad of paper with a smug smile, promptly sauntering over to his girlfriend in order to wave it before her eyes.

“See, I told,” he teases.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean. After all, I was the one who managed to help you out.”

Tearing off the first sheet with a pout, (Y/n) thrusts the list into Jin’s hands and proceeds to push the man out of her office; her blushing cheeks become more apparent, thanks to a certain idol’s antics.

“Just go take them home already!”

To Be Continued...  

(Only one more part left!)

[ivyveil]

Am I A Sure Thing?

the one where Harry, Nick, and Y/N are on a romcom movie night, with too much wine, and a gnome

A/N: This was my most popular series and I’ve decided to re-upload it! :) Check here for the masterlist.

The TV screen glowed dimly, casting a bluish hue against the group of three cuddled on Y/N’s couch. Nick was in the middle, splayed with his feet against the coffee table and his arms slung around his two best friends; Harry’s head was tucked against Nick’s shoulder, his arms linking around the other man’s chest and his feet curled onto the dark spaces between couch cushions. Y/N was on Nick’s other side, sitting more upright and her fingers toying with the ends of her hair.

While the boys’ attention was held tightly on the movie, Y/N’s was wandering towards the topic of split ends. What were they exactly, why were they so bad? Could she cut them off herself, or did she have to wait to get it properly done, for $60 at the local salon? Didn’t Harry not cut his hair for a few years, and still win awards for it? Y/N wasn’t sure, and more so she wasn’t sure if that topic had been brought up in the group chat, or when she had lazily been looking on Tumblr about her new celeb friend. Bringing it up naturally would put at risk her whole operation of secretly watching One Direction videos at 1 am, her eyes straining against the light of her laptop and itching to go to sleep.

If Harry asked, Y/N would swear up and down she never researched him – but, c’mon, there’s just so much information available online. And it was for meme research, anyway. Nothing to do with her lingering on articles with such lovely titles as Harry’s Top 10 Gentleman Moments and Harry Doesn’t Want You To Go To Sea-World!, and quickly passing over articles with well-known female singers and models (Nick had told her, quite unprompted, that those were mostly fake stories. Not that Y/N cared, of course. All that would matter is that Harry’s privacy is respected, of course. Of course.)

“-but keep on dreamin’ - this is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin’.”

The movie was wrapping up. Nick had begun to shuffle a bit in his position, gently rotating his ankles to wake up his legs, smacking his mouth together to get his jaw back and ready to spew 10,000 words a minute. Y/N felt certain he had reached that speed, she believed in the guy.

Harry’s arms stretched out, his legs pushing outwards over the arm of the couch so his entire body was one, long, stretching noodle. His fingertips even grazed Y/N’s side, the one that had been nestled up to Nick. She subtly moved, flinching slightly at the surprise when his fingers poked against her thick sweatshirt.

“Well, Y/N, whad’ya think?” Nick grumbled, his hand shaking her shoulder slightly and turning his head to grin down at her. It had been her first time seeing that movie in particular, although Y/N wasn’t sure why Nick had suddenly been so keen on watching romcoms instead of their typical zombie/apocalypse genre.

“Liked it, nice film,” she spoke around a yawn, smiling brightly back and choosing not to mention she had zoned out for the last 20 minutes. The distractions of split ends and Harry Styles had overtaken her ability to focus on prostitutes and love. But hey, what’s the difference.

Harry hadn’t stirred since his light stretch, and Nick simply hummed a response. The three of them stilled, snuggled into one another, warm underneath swaths of blankets thrown across Y/N’s legs, Nick’s torso, and Harry’s shoulders. The ending credits of the movie began to roll over the TV, names slowly inching further up.

Harry, Y/N, and Nick were comfortable, warm, and quiet.

Pizza boxes were littered by the base of the couch, veggies that had been picked off the slices tossed against the greasy cardboard. It had been a good hour and a half since they had eaten dinner, a meal that Harry had insisted on paying for. 

Despite it being Y/N’s home, Nick’s idea to order pizza, and Harry always being the one to provide food for the three of them when they were out. Nick hadn’t bothered to argue, waving Harry off towards the door when the doorbell rang, and Y/N was attempting to shuffle through her wallet, past the scramble of $1s, but couldn’t salvage the money before Harry had paid. She was set on returning the favor, at some point.

Y/N had texted Nick about re-starting their weekly movie nights, since Nick’s schedule had fewer required public appearances than before, and he had recently confessed to her his cravings for a more secluded lifestyle. Plus, she just missed having him around more, they had been close pals for years but had busier schedules with each promotion they had received.

Y/N supposed it would last a few weeks, Nick’s new private life, before he posted another hoard of Instagram photos and embraced his publicity like a long-lost friend. It was an aspect of Nick that Y/N adored, how he easily balanced being a public figure and also simply being Grimmy. His personality wasn’t wild, per say, but it definitely was never boring to keep in touch.

And so, when Y/N had suggested the idea of movie night to Nick, it had felt slightly wrong not to include Harry. Their group chat was active 24/7 at this point, especially when one of them was in a different time zone and had to play catch up on the conversation. The number of times Harry texted Y/N to explain what had occurred within the chat, in the span of the last 6 hours (more importantly, after Nick had finished his second Red Bull) was staggering.

Although Y/N wouldn’t consider Harry a close friend, he was certainly more than an acquaintance. She would often send him random texts, full of weird questions and thoughts. It was almost protocol between them, how their texts mainly composed of out-of-the-blue comments that were interwoven with more serious commentary about their days.

Nick had agreed with Y/N’s decision to include H, although he had encouraged it with a wide smirk. That just made Y/N nervous. She was nervous for numerous reasons, anyway, since the last time she and Harry had hung out in a proper, non-party setting was a month ago, when Nick was supposed to come to Harry’s dinner but instead burst into the door when she and Harry were moments away from kissing.

Late at night, when Y/N felt particularly lonely and the expanses of her bed sheets felt like a desert terrain, she could almost feel the breath from his lips against hers. The momentary hesitation before he leaned in, before Nick interrupted the moment. The excitement dancing in her mind, drunk with the wine he had poured her, and how his eyes had carefully looked into hers. As if he were looking for something special, thought she held the key to the universe.

It had been a while since she had felt like that, as if she were worth something beautiful.

They had shared a bed that night, their drunk friend occupying the guest room that was originally meant for Y/N. Harry had suggested they each have a side of the bed, perhaps trying to feel out the atmosphere, see if Y/N had snapped out of the haze of lust that his mind was still drowning in. She had shrugged nonchalantly and before Harry could say anything else -- her jeans were off. Cast to the floor, her body stumbling over to the bed.

Harry’s eyes had almost bulged out of their sockets, his head snapping quickly away to not be caught staring.

“Jeans are a bitch t’ sleep in,” was her justification, and it was admittedly the only piece of clothing that was taken off that night.

Harry stayed in his outfit from the dinner, simply untucking his shirt from the striped pants and calling it a night.

As they both sluggishly got under the covers, Harry focused on trying to swallow down his increasingly heavier breathing at the sight of soft pink, lace underwear that quickly fell out of sight when Y/N tugged her sweater lower. Y/N herself had spent the majority of the night trying not to breathe into Harry’s pillows too obviously, only subtly inhaling the perfume. When she heard him softly snoring though, she felt it was okay and burrowed her head into the blanket, taking a deep breath and finally feeling herself relax.

In the morning, they woke up in each others’ arms. Y/N was fairly warm, almost a little too hot, but the hard structure of Harry’s muscular arms circling her waist kept her from moving an inch. His hands were clasped behind her back, right above her bum.

Before Harry had pieced together who was snuggled up against his chest, her fingers grazing the sides of his neck and trailing down to the black collar of his shirt, he pulled her in closer, taking in a deep whiff of her hair in the process. Her fingers fell, slack, against the curls on the side of his head and in the exhausted frame of his mind, he hoped the girl would start playing with his hair. He always liked that.

Her hair smelled like the fresh, familiar winds in springtime, but Harry wasn’t sure if that was accurate or just his poetic ass being a lil romantic hoe again. Either way, it was pleasant. Something different than waking up to an empty bed, or to a person whose pores still clung to the heavy stank of liquor.

After they untangled their heavy limbs from each other, Y/N’s eyes lingered on the lines marking Harry’s cheek from the pillow. She found herself absentmindedly wondering how his hair would look in the morning under different conditions, but quickly shoved those thoughts away from her mind.

The rest of the morning lacked any physical connection between the two of them, interrupted by Nick’s clanking moans and head hidden underneath his stacked arms, mumbling about the tragedies of hangovers. They were in the kitchen, the dishes still stacked from the night before, a graveyard dedicated to the potential for Y/N’s night to be full of something other than going home and watching more Chopped.

Harry had whipped up French Toast for everyone, creating smileys out of bananas and strawberries and even bringing out some special maple syrup that made Nick whistle low, teasing his friend “pulling out the big guns for meh, aren’t ya Haz?” Y/N missed the quick glance Harry shot her, too distracted by Harry’s surround system in her conquest to play some James Taylor song.

Time in between then and now had muffled the fantasy of Harry for Y/N. Sure, the days following the dinner had her heart racing when she saw XXX My Ass had texted her again, but it soon waned when it was repeatedly questions about how many necklaces a giraffe could wear, and not another offer over to his place, sans their best friend.

To put it frank, Y/N felt silly. Like she had over-analyzed the situation, that the offer of a kiss was merely a product of the wine and not genuine interest. That the moment had been real, was there, but now was gone. It happened, yeah? Sometimes the flow of the atmosphere lent itself for certain people to come together, but a wind could alter the course of everything.

The sound of Harry’s voice snapped Y/N out of her stroll down memory lane, laughter catching itself at the edges of his words.

“Wha’ the fuck is on the table?”

It was a lawn gnome, perched next to the basket that held the Misc Electronic Pieces of her flat. Where did all the extra screws and wires come from, anyway? Y/N couldn’t possibly have so many things that needed charging, she felt, yet there were always random wires spotted around her flat.

The gnome had been a gift from Y/N’s boss, who apparently couldn’t even do a birthday gift with an air of normalcy. That figured, though, working in LA – Y/N was bound to start a collection of weird objects that served no purpose other than fulfilling the societal obligation of gifting on birthdays. This gnome, however, was not a normal gnome. Because of course it wasn’t.

Gone were the standards colors of red and blue, the orderly uniform of typical garden gnomes - instead the piece was covered by mirror pieces, tiny and reflective. It was a Disco Gnome.

On any normal day, Y/N would’ve agreed with the critic, because it was atrocious. The gnome community most likely mourned the moment it was put on the market, it was too futuristic for the current gnome fashion. But, that’s sort of why she liked it? It was fucking weird, probably insanely expensive, and useless. The perfect ornament to put next to a Misc. Electronics basket.

“It’s a disco gnome,” she responded, her tone as even as she could manage when giggles shook the words’ foundation.

There was a brief silence.

Nick was the one who started snickering, leaping straight across the boundaries of giggling into straight, hysterical chuckling and snorting, his hand unwrapping around Y/N’s shoulder to wipe underneath his eyes.

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“That’s gotta be...” and Harry was choking somewhat on laughter, as it racked through his body and mixed with coughs as he attempted to sit upright “...the strangest gnome ‘ve ever seen.” His giggles faded out, before relapsing into a heavier laughter the more he looked at it.

“Strange? Just plain ugly.” Nick interjected, waving a finger at the poor, defenseless gnome. It didn’t do much for itself, just stood and glistened.

The menu for Pretty Woman restarted on the TV, the frames continued to show snippets of the film with the options shining below. Y/N’s eyes kept on the TV, not quite wanting to join in on making fun of Frank (which was what she called the gnome, a 46-year old gnome, father of 27 other gnomes worldwide).

“Not very nice,” she grumbled, leaning herself forward off the couch, to land on the floor. She straightened out her shorts, not wanting her whole ass on display as she stalked by them towards the kitchen. It wouldn’t do to watch the berating any longer, plus the wine Harry had brought was still fogging up her mind. And the fact it was Harry’s wine again in her system seemed to launch another set of feelings she wasn’t aware of, lurking beneath her consciousness.

Sparing a glance towards her boys, she was slightly amused (but also irritated dammit, Frankie’s done nothing but exist) to see that Harry was crying, shaking with laughter, and Nick was simply beyond gone.

Harry’s Britney Spears shirt was half-up his chest from his new position, splayed against the back of the couch, one hand turned up as if to question the audacity of the gnome’s existence, and his other comfortably resting on his tummy. The bottom of his butterfly was peeking through from under his shirt, barely, his fingers rubbing back and forth against his chest.

Earlier that night, a black Snapback had been thrown against his curls, and while Y/N typically despised that trend, her toes had curled in their fuzzy pink socks when she had opened the door and saw him standing there, hands in his front pockets and his hat on backwards. The hat was now tossed somewhere on her carpet, a pair of black sunglasses replacing them as responsible for holding back his curls.

Nick’s sweats were barely hanging onto his hips and inched down dangerously with each laugh’s increase in intensity, his fingers reaching down to adjust himself quickly before launching back into the hysteria. His cheeks were ruddy, his fingers lifting the neck of his white tee to wipe away at the glistening tears. Harry and Nick were knocking into each other, nudging the others’ shoulder in some sort of secret language between the two of them.

It had just compiled on top of itself, the hilarity was for the sake of the hilarity as opposed to the situation. The gnome inherently had a limited amount of ridiculousness packed in its disco nature, the rest was just Harry and Nick being fucking idiots.

And, as Y/N stood in between the passage to her kitchen and the living room, she watched the two of them unravel further as if it were a second movie in itself, put on merely for her entertainment. Harry was wordlessly mouthing something to Nick, who understood the gibberish and it sent him into another spiel of giggles. Then, Nick began impersonating someone that went over Y/N’s head but Harry clearly got, because his mouth opened wider in silent laughter and his eyes crinkled just so and -

“I’m getting some more water,” Y/N half-yelped, and Harry’s head shot up, looking at her with his mouth still spread in a huge smile.

Harry glanced over at Nick, who was coming down slightly from the hysteria of the gnome. The two men giggled quietly to themselves, not sparing the gnome another look. The TV had restarted the menu selection again, which caught Nick’s attention briefly.

“’m gonna go get some water, too,” Harry decided, and Nick just grinned, nudging his friend off the couch.

Nick didn’t know how well Harry and Y/N were getting along, although he could tell by Harry’s blushing that he sort of fancied the woman. Y/N, however, was more of a mystery. She obviously enjoyed Harry’s company, but seemed more reluctant to let herself be loose. Nick watched Harry go towards the kitchen, wondering if the idea of match-making his two best friends was a good one, after all. They both had the tendency to not want to risk too much, which might result in both of them inadvertently hurting the other.

Her kitchen was not small, especially since Y/N knowingly sacrificed room in her bathroom for a larger one whilst apartment-hunting, but the walls felt closer to her than ever before. Perhaps it was how Harry entered a room, how his presence took up so much space. Maybe it was just because she was exhausted, sleep tugging at the corners of her eyes, and she had admittedly built up Harry to mean so much in her mind. Regardless, the kitchen felt tiny.

Y/N was next to the fridge, a glass in her hand, not having yet slid it under the compartment to get water. Her attention was elsewhere, as Harry’s low giggles had faded out as he entered. He coughed, low, sniffling a bit as he padded in. The change between the living room, with its disco gnome and easy, platonic moments – and the kitchen, with steel appliances and cold floors and fuck, isn’t Y/N properly over-analyzing this again? It was merely a room, but now it was a room where Harry could see her in all her nervous glory. That sort of intensified everything, to Y/N.

“Just wanted some wa’er, too, ‘f that’s alright,” and instead of Harry walking by her to reach the glasses, as would be his next move naturally, he waited by the stove, hands reaching up to fix his glasses on top of his head.

He simply looked at her.

“Yeah, ‘f course,” she took a step away from the fridge, letting him slip by.

Frustration clung to the smell of silence. It was much easier for Y/N to insist on the ‘moment’ with Harry being circumstantial when she wasn’t a few inches away from his body. It was simple to say it had been the wine, until his cologne hazed her mind and she could see the freckle on his lip clearly.

His socked toes tapped against the floor as the water poured into the glass; Harry sniffed once, reaching up and scratching the tip of his nose. Y/N tugged her phone out from her sweatshirt pocket, scrolling through her notifications in the persisting and awkward silence. The water was so loud, fuck, and what was Nick doing in the living room alone? There was almost no noise, at all, in the world.

(Y/N would see later, that Nick was taking a plethora of selfies with the gnome and would relaunch his introduction back into the public eye by slaughtering the reputation of Disco Gnomes. Which didn’t have a sturdy reputation to begin with.)

“Was the wine good?” Harry asked, moving back from the fridge and taking a long drink from his glass. Y/N was transfixed by the bobbing of his throat, although a small portion of her mind was scrawling on the innards of her brain: get your act together! Harry didn’t seem to notice, though.

How could two people be so awkwardly about each other, and yet completely miss it? A tragedy of the times, an issue that couldn’t be solved within a sane mindset. And in the haze of wine, pizza, and a good time with friends, their sanity was arguable.

“Mhm, really good, thanks for bringing some,” and Y/N’s shoulders relaxed, because this type of small talk was the sort she could settle into. Albeit, small-talk was never her first choice, but when she wasn’t sure why she wanted to suddenly launch herself onto the counter and curl her ankles around Harry’s back until he complied – yeah, small talk would be safest.

“Well, yeh seemed to like it last time, thought it would be a good bet.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s still really good. Liked it last time, was good this time,” Y/N felt herself rambling, and bit her tongue in nerves, trying to force the words to come to a goddamn end.

His eyes were carefully trained on the glass in his hand, now empty. It had bothered him immensely, how Y/N never mentioned the almost-kiss, that she never implied she would be okay hanging out with him alone, again. He didn’t want to risk it, overstep, make one of Nick’s closest friends uncomfortable. Fuck, didn’t even matter if Y/N knew Nick, he just didn’t want her to be uncomfortable around him. Ironically, the situation the two of them had crafted by their own worry manifested discomfort perfectly, it settled over them like a fine dust.

Her legs were bare, the cotton shorts having been hitched up slightly during the movie; and Harry respected her mind, sure, from the texts they had exchanged and how he would sometimes call her, even if it were for only five minutes, and hear how breathless she seemed running to catch the bus for her work, hear her reactions to the new juices (it usually involved quiet retching she tried to hide from her boss, which was adorable in a very new and strange way to Harry). But at that moment, in front of a woman who was just begging to be cuddled proper in her comfy pajamas, in a way Nick couldn’t, Harry’s heart ached.

Y/N noticed when he took a step closer, because although her eyes were on the newsfeed littered across her phone screen, every inch of her being was keeping close track on Harry. After a few more careful steps on his end, she turned off her phone and slid it back into her pocket, looking up at him.

With his hair brought back, his eyes were more piercing, his lips drawing in more of her attention now than they had previously that night, when she was fighting him over the last slice of pizza. (He won, with a victorious shout and Nick screaming at Harry about being nice to people).

Her kitchen was not small, but managed to feel like just a corner of a room, with Harry’s body so close to hers. His shoulders were at her eye-level, his fingers brushing her fingertips, the edges of her shorts.

A shiver danced against her spine delicately. Her mouth was parted, a breath caught between her lungs and her mind, her heart missing the memo to keep its cool and instead thudding heavily.

His head was ducked low, and Y/N knew if she were to look up too quickly, it was all too possible that her lips would brush against his stubble, before making it home to his own. So, she looked down, readily, at his feet, as one of his socked foot bumped into her own. It flashed her back to that sleepy morning, when she was unsure where her limbs ended and his began.

His voice broke the silence, although it sounded low compared to the roaring in her ears.

“Mind getting me mo’ water?” he cleared his throat gently, and Y/N heard the hitch in his breath. “’m thirsty tonight, love.” It was a low whine.

Y/N nodded, jerkily, and Harry’s mouth twitched

“S-sure,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to speak any louder. His chest lifted in a slow, deep breath, and along with it Y/N looked up, gradually.

A single strand of hair fell across his forehead, slanted to rest by the middle of his eyebrow. His mouth was set, now, in a firm line, his gaze more intensely than Y/N had remembered last. As if he were set on memorizing the surface of her skin, the freckles and smudged makeup.

It seemed crazy, how enticing the air around him was, how his eyes literally sparkled like it was a Disney Princess film and Harry was magic.

“Maybe...instead o’ water,” Harry began to suggest, his slow words only building up the suspense in her throat, “I could ask yeh for somethin’ else?”

“Yeah, what would that be?” Her voice sounded casual, she figured, and Y/N’s eyes were dead-set on Harry’s lips at this point.

“Think we got interrupted, last time. Wanted to finish it. That okay?”

It was barely a nod, Y/N felt so hypnotized by the pull of his magnetism and how her head was swirling with intrigue and lust. It made her eyelids heavy, as if they were closing on their own behalf as opposed to a conscious preparation. Her body just responded to his, as if it were only natural.

Because her eyes were closing, Y/N missed how Harry’s hand rose from his side, up to her cheek, before hesitating. She didn’t see how his face scrunched up, somewhat, because fuck if this wasn’t nerve-wracking. He had done this before, kissing someone wasn’t a new concept, but after so much build-up around the thought of Y/N, he couldn’t help but be nervous.

His hand eventually made contact with her cheek, and the moment was so familiar, she was brought back to the moment in hist study. How one hand had been on her waist, the other doing the same action of brushing over her cheekbone.

Kissing was a concept Y/N didn’t fully understand. How swapping spit could turn her engines so fast, how quickly some boys jumped to tongue (and she still had no clue what to do with her own in those predicaments, so she sort of just let them ‘explore’ her mouth and tried not to think about it too much) and how some girls liked to suck on her lower lip more than the actual kissing part (again, she didn’t quite get the hype but let them do whatever they wanted, they seemed to enjoy it).

It was a jumble of confusion, and Y/N felt quite sure in her opinion that kissing was only fun when the relationship was established, and it was quick pecks before work and slow, languid making out when the day was coming to an end.

She liked kissing when it had no pressure related to it, when it wasn’t a question of “What does this mean” or “Oh my God have they heard of mouthwash”. But, this was different. As Y/N should’ve really expected, really, because wasn’t Harry just different? In his total essence, when they were physically near each other, she had never quite met someone like him before. That it would only impact her this strongly when he was in the room with her, was unfortunate; to step away from him would mean to allow herself to tear the moment to shreds, ignore the potential of his lips on hers.

And he was gentle with her, the instant their lips touched.

She would never be able to properly describe it to anyone, how gentle he was with her. How freaking soft his lips were, and she half-wanted to break the kiss in order to ask him about whatever expensive lip scrub he used, because he tasted like butterscotch. Her mouth widened into a smile as she continued kissing him, feeling a smirk form on his, as well.

Her hands rose from being balled up in her sleeves, her fingers coming out from their safe haven in the warm cotton to rest, hesitant, on his cheeks. The scruff felt scratchy, and the bottom of her stomach clenched at the thought.

Having understood her moves as a sign she was okay with the kiss, that it hadn’t been all on his end, Harry deepened the way his lips moved against hers. His lips remained closed but were rougher, his hands holding her head firmly in place.

Y/N could hear a low moan in the back of his throat, how he tried to stop it by evening out his breathing, but she could feel the vibrations against her lips. Her fingers drifted to the back of his head, at the nape of his neck, and curled themselves around locks of hair. They were soft, having been matted down by his hat earlier that night, and Y/N wished it was within her right to try her hand at tugging on them, seeing what other sorts of noises she could draw out from the man kissing her.

But that would be something else, something far deeper than a kiss in her kitchen, with their best friend a room away, posing with a Disco Gnome as his penis for Instagram.

Harry felt drunker than the wine should’ve allowed him to become, the taste of Y/N’s lips was sweeter than any drink. He, himself, was not entirely sure where his bravery had stemmed, or why his self-control had vanished for the night. How Y/N was responding to his every touch, how her skin felt like gold and he could almost smell the springtime – it just felt nice. And it had been a while, since he properly felt relaxed and at home, like he did when she was around. What that meant, what that could mean for the two of them in the future, wasn’t on his mind remotely. All that mattered right then, was him and her.

They eventually parted. Harry’s hands remained on her face, cupping her cheeks, his eyes lazily opening and a boyish grin growing on his lips.

“Yeh taste like lemonade.”

A weird statement, but Y/N readily took it as a compliment, scrunching her nose.

“Yeah?”

Harry took a moment, his eyes scanning her face once more, before nodding, humming his approval. Her fingers detangled from his curls, and his hands dropped from their place. His fingers seemed to be going towards her own, but she put them in her sweatshirt pocket before he could, fast enough that it wasn’t obvious what she was avoiding. 

If there were one thing Y/N sucked royally at, however, it was the seconds right after Big Moments. Last time, she hadn’t needed to come up with anything to say in response, because Nick had crashed the party, and then in the morning Nick had been moaning rather loudly so Y/N had simply hurried to his side. There was no after-discussion between her and Harry, and she liked it like that. Sure, it meant there was less of an explanation, but it also meant she didn’t need to try and continue whatever illusion of attractiveness that had led Harry to her, to begin with.

“Did you still want that water?” Y/N cleared her throat, turning her head to look at the fridge. When Harry turned to look, as well, still a bit dazed, Y/N subtly wiped at the corners of her mouth, wondering if her lips smelled like butterscotch now. She certainly felt it thrumming in her veins, the adrenaline of kissing a cute person that never got old.

Damn, she was good.

“No ma’am, got what I came in here fo’,” he cheekily replied, lowering his head a bit and grinning. It was entirely unfair, how adorable this grown man was, how his chest was hardened with muscles, his cologne smelled of cinnamon and deep, manly shit, and his voice could drop to insanely husky levels – and yet his Britney Spears shirt, pink and faded, and his multitude of bedazzled suits and his collection of feminine designer scarves, they all made him more masculine to Y/N. There was nothing that distracted her from his genuine self, everything was seamlessly magnificent on him.

It was these thoughts that prompted Y/N to continue onward, pushing past her awkward reluctance of intimacy beyond the intimacy. With her hands still tucked in the pocket, fingers twirling nervously against one another, she turned back to Harry.

“Hey, I was wondering...”

The silence was sticky, her throat wasn’t properly opening up, how did people ever do this?

“HAROLD!” Nick bellowed from the living room, and Harry immediately turned, before looking back at Y/N, eyebrows raised with expectancy. He wanted to know, just as badly as she wanted to speak, what the next words were.

But Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head towards their friend in the living room. Because that was what the focus should be on, not on whatever Harry and her had going. This was a friends group, yeah? Once again, the awkward seconds after Big Moments, cut short. She wasn’t one to complain.

Y/N let Harry go in before her, taking a quick second to pour herself some water. Take a few, deep breaths. Sort herself out.

After the adrenaline subsided, Y/N stepped out towards the living room. She felt a lot more like herself; hydration would do wonders, it seemed.

The sight in front of her was something she hadn’t quite expected, although after a brief second of consideration, she probably should’ve.

The gnome had Harry’s hat on its head. Well, it partially did; threads of the cap were caught on the edges of the mirror shards, so it was almost hanging off the gnome, but stubbornly held on the front of the gnome’s face. Frank looked rather displeased with the outcome, although Nick looked beyond wildly excited, and Harry simply adopted a perplexed expression.

“I was tryin’ to put it on the gnome, ‘cause wouldn’t it be funny, yeah? And it got caught,” Nick needlessly explained, as Harry knelt down and tugged gently on the hat. Some of the threads snapped, so he stopped before any more damage could be inflicted on the Snapback.

“Was my favorite hat.” Harry said simply, running his fingers around the mirrors to see if he could pick out where it was latched onto. Nick was standing above Harry somewhat, a few steps back, one arm around his own waist and the other lifted up to his mouth, biting a bit on his nails. He glanced over at Y/N, who was walking up to her two boys.

“I’d imagine you’ve got plenty others, H,” Nick continued, swinging back to survey the man as he attempted to wrestle the gnome for the glory of the cap.

“Probably plenty other weird ones, like bedazzled cowboy hats.” Y/N piped in, which received a thumbs up from Nick and a snort from Harry. The former wrapped an arm around Y/N, holding her tightly to his side as the two of them watched Haz struggle with his short nails to pick away his hat.

“It’s really fuckin’ on here, isn’t it?” Harry grumbled low, sitting back on his heels and glaring at Frank.

Frank didn’t have much to say back – he, frankly (pun intended), never wanted to be in this position to begin with.

“Speaking o’ which,” Nick sang-said, swaying himself (and consequently, Y/N) side-to-side, “-could I come over to yours t’ pick out a suit? I want my gramma to be wow’ed this hol’day. Figured you’d have somethin’ a bit out there, got anythin’ with cheetah print?”

Harry, mostly focused on the gnome and attempting to will it with his mind to let go of his hat, shook his head. Before a pause, and then a nod.

Nick grinned and let out a weird sort of throat chuckle, happy with the outcome, and most likely picturing his grandmother’s reaction when she saw him in a few weeks.

“Wanna shine brighter than this fuckin’ gnome, Y/N,” Nick retorted, and Y/N shook her head, refusing to hear anything negative about her precious gnome anymore.

The TV had been turned off, most likely having been done by Nick in order to try and eavesdrop on the two in the kitchen, but the main light was on above their heads. The pizza boxes had been stacked on top of one another cleanly, next to the couch which, in turn, had the layers of blankets folded on top of one another. Y/N really loved Nick, sometimes, especially when his inner ‘mother’ side came out and he did the chores around her place. Who could ask for a greater friend, really?

The night was wrapping up, when Harry gave up on saving his hat and reluctantly flopped it back onto the gnome, which Nick found hilarious and took more photos of. Y/N made a slew of promises to Harry that, if chance ever fell on his side and the hat was freed, she would return it promptly. Harry’s eyes never lessened in distrust towards Frank, almost as if he felt sure the gnome had done it purposefully to avenge the teasing. Y/N couldn’t really argue with that, because it’s surely what she would’ve done, if she were in Frank’s position.

Nick had to be off, his shift at the radio station had been scheduled an hour earlier than normal. He was convinced he needed his beauty sleep, in addition to the billions of coffees he downed before he went on air, and Y/N just tousled the top of his hair and shook her head.

“Alright, Grim, if you gotta make yourself beautiful, I won’t stand in your way.”

“Aww, love, you’re the best-” and he hugged her tightly, squeezing her ribs as if it was the last time they would ever see each other. Y/N didn’t mind, Nick’s hugs were always supreme in her book. Especially when he turned his head, as he did then, and smack a kiss on the side of her cheek. He had done that since the first time they met, when Nick had confused Y/N with his other friend - but it had all, thankfully, worked out.

Yeah, Y/N thought, pinching Nick’s cheeks as he was walking out the door, things really did work out well for them.

Harry had gone home when Nick did, which left Y/N with a weird feeling. It only made sense, though, as it would’ve been odd if she tried to make him stay the night. There was no point, really, and she could try to say her piece later, through text. It wouldn’t be as immediate, but it sure as heck wouldn’t be as scary. Give Harry some time to think it over, let Y/N have some space to figure out how she wanted to get her message across. A true Marketing major.

So, when it drifted closer to midnight and Y/N was wrapped safely in her own comforter, a teddy bear propped by her head and her lamp switched off, she decided to go for it. Sleep deprivation could always be blamed the next day, for Christ’s sake.

Y/N: Hey, meant to say something earlier.

She didn’t expect her phone to buzz so quickly, didn’t expect Harry to still be awake.

XXX My Ass: Hey, thanks for having me tonight. Glad you got to see the movie! What’s up? x.

Y/N’s fingers typed out the message, her lips mouthing the message as she wrote it out. “I was...wondering...comma...do you wanna...go out...with me….sometime...question mark.” A final tap on the punctuation, Y/N felt very proud of herself for even finishing the message -- her stomach was already twisting in the worst way.

She read over the message, and then reread it. Once more, for luck’s sake. Was the proper punctuation too much, should she lowercase the ‘i’ and keep it casual? Would Harry be put off if she added a smiley? 

It didn’t feel right, though, none of it. Her nerves were bubbling over, way too much for her to feel okay in putting herself out there, and she began to rethink the whole situation. Sure, there had been a kiss, but what did that mean? Y/N tossed her head again against the pillow, huffing loudly to herself and to the teddy bear.

“This fucking sucks, I want to move to an Amish community and never have to engage in romance, ever again.”

Her teddy bear figured that even the Amish had romance, considering the need to procreate, but didn’t bother correcting Y/N. Sometimes teddy bears were the fucking best.

Her phone buzzed again. In a panic, Y/N flashed her phone back to her eyes and her heart was in her throat – but nope, she hadn’t sent the message yet. It wasn’t even Harry this time, it was Nick.

Nick: Hey, love. Been thinking – should we set up Harry with Marie? Think they’d get on well. He’s been a bit lonely, sulking around in his millionaire mansion, think it might cheer him up some.

Y/N stared at it, for some length of time that surpassed any comprehension. What the genuine fuck was going on? She had felt pretty sure that Nick knew what was happening between her and Harry, considering the amount of teasing that had occurred. She didn’t know for sure, of course, but it had seemed implied that Nick wanted her and Harry to get it on. Was that just Nick trying to get two friends together, platonically? Was something misconstrued?

Then, Y/N mulled over, perhaps he did mean for sparks to fly, but something changed. Did Harry mention something to Nick on the way home, tell him Y/N was a bad kisser? Her fingers flew to her mouth, feeling them cautiously, wondering if they were rough or tasted like her pizza. But that Harold-man told her she tasted like ‘lemonade’ and that’s a good thing, to most human beings. It was even a Beyoncé album title. It was iconic.

Without letting herself address any of the emotions stirring up in the shit-storm of her thoughts, she typed out a response.

Y/N: Sounds good. IK she’s going to Brian’s BBQ Thurs.

Nick: Brilliant, thx. Had fun tonight xxxx.

“You and me both, pal,” Y/N muttered, switching back to her messages with Harry. Rereading the message, and deciding it was all bullshit anyway, she deleted it quickly. Harry must’ve said something to Nick, she was convinced.

But she needed to say something to Harry that could pass off as friendly, nothing too serious, absolutely not referencing the kiss.

“What...brand...was...that...wine...question mark.” she whispered, retyping a response out and sending it in a huff. 

It was a really cheap excuse for a question, and she half-hoped he would call her out on her bullshit. Not that he had done that before, because it always seemed like an unspoken agreement to simply take each other for who they were, as opposed to challenging and questioning one another. At least, their friendship hadn’t reached that level yet. Which was unfortunate, because the situation could really use some confrontation.

Time receipts were quite literally the worst invention of all time.

Y/N saw that Harry had read it immediately, and she gasped dramatically. Even her teddy bear gasped, it was a drama show for two.

The three dots popped up, and Y/N’s eyes tracked their motion left to right, but then they disappeared.

Once more, they popped up, and then they disappeared again.

Y/N’s eyes, strained against the light of damned technology, stayed on their messages for 23 more minutes, but the dots never popped up again.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts here, and check out the rest of my works if you’d like!

[astarlightmonbebe]

i'm literally about to spam your inbox and i am so sorry i just have a lot to say and no one else to talk about dramas with lol i tried to cut it down as much as possible but it's still a lot please don't hate me

dude, i could never hate you!! i was really excited to see my inbox so full lol. let’s see if i can get them all into one answer haha.

omg you admire my dedication……. an angel thank you so much!! when i get into a show that i like i make sure to watch at least one episode a day, i don’t know why it’s just how my brain works and i thought it was dumb but apparently i’m just dedicated :D if you really want to, why not watch it a second time around!! you might catch some stuff you didn't the first time!! it might be smart to wait to rewatch until we're closer to season two so everything is fresh in your mind!! (1/9)

that’s actually a really solid way to go about things, and i’m glad it works out like that for you. i already told you i’m a hare brain when it comes to this stuff - i’ll rewatch shows i haven’t even finished lol, and i rewatch shows i’ve finished in sporadic bits because they’re comforting (i did that a lot during quarantine). i want to rewatch, but i want to time it right, you know? like during a time i can afford to get immersed in it, maybe after i’ve finished some shows that i should finish (i need to make a list for the summer...). also, i heard the release date for season 2 got pushed back to 2022 instead of 2021 because of covid...i don’t know if that’s confirmed though.

!!spoilers for the arthdal chronicles incoming!! my feelings for the characters in arthdal have literally changed so much. in one moment i’ll admire a character and then absolutely hate them the next and it’s a lot of fun LOL despite that my feelings have never changed for eunseom! i’ve always admired him and i have a lot of faith in him and he’s just such a good person! (2/9)

i know, it’s like a normal kdrama but it really feels like you’ve watched 3 kdramas in one, because of length and how much happens. eunseom is everyone’s no 1 boy, honestly. he never did anything wrong *insert that meme, or whatever*. 

that being said, i’m still a little scared of him being inaishingi and basically ruling the entirety of the ago tribe because as we’ve learned from the show, being in a position of power corrupts you, no matter what your intentions are so i’m a lil nervous but then i also remember that eunseom is eunseom so i’m worried for nothing lol (3/9)

(side note but i’ll be talking about this from memory and it’s been like 10 months SO) but even though he’s like a god, he’s not actually a god, not yet. and eunseom at his core is good - that being said, i know what you mean; honestly haven’t thought about that. i’m more scared that he won’t know how to lead, or that he’s not exactly equipped to lead a rebellion - more like i’m worried he might act in his own self interest instead of for all of ago, if you know what i mean? because he’s leading this whole group he’s not actually a part of.

i also like dalsae, xabara, tanya, chaeuun and the neanthals!!! i have so much to say about the neanthals omg i really wish we saw more of them but i also understand why we don’t. they’ve almost been completely wiped out of existence so they don’t really get involved with anything which i completely understand, i just wish!!!! that when rottip met eunseom that he would’ve said or done something. i waited all season for that moment, waiting for it to maybe happen and rottip just walked away (4/9

i understand why but :/ ipsaeng is kind of a bastard but i still like him a lil bit. i also really like mubaek and yangcha even though they’re like. bad guys and members of the daekan forces (5/9)

one moment, i have to go remind myself who dalsae is...and oh, right, i do like him a lot! ipsaeng is pretty funny himself. and yes!!! the females in this show were awesome, especially xabara and chaeun and nunbyeol (tanya and taelha get their own category). yes!! when rottip and eunseom met, i really thought he would matter more to them, but i kind of understand why it went down like that...i think the other (hot) neanthal reminded rottip that they couldn’t really connect? ah, it was something like that. i had complicated feelings about it as well, but i hope that they’ll meet again in season 2 (and i hope nunbyeol wrecks arth with her sword, i remember when we first saw her fight with a sword in neanthal form; i was s c r e a m i n g).

mubaek is good, but also annoying. he knows this, but he’s complicit in all the evil actions going on. like, man, if you know that much,  you should use it to do something. knowledge is power! but he preferred to be sidelined and not do anything. yangcha is so hot...seriously, but i think he’s so interesting. the fandom needs to know why he has a mask on, there’s so many theories. i love how tanya could read his thoughts, but we still didn’t get many of them, but i think it shows how he’ll be more of a main character (hopefully) in season 2.

i know you asked for characters i like but i can’t help but mention the one character that i absolutely DESPISE. like saying i despise him doesn’t even truly explain my feelings for him (6/9)

I CANNOT STAND MUNGTAE he’s literal scum i hate him so much…. the fact that he betrayed eunseom and dalsae when they were literally coming to rescue him!! OH MY GOD and then everything that happened with teodae and eunseom having to see it and being traumatized by it………. i hate mungtae and i wish i wish he would face the actions of his consequences but there is no justice in arthdal so he will most likely get away scot free (7/9)

MUNGTAE CAN PERISH. he needed to have died in episode 1 seriously. it’s fine if you’re a coward, but not a snitch...everyone’s afraid, but at least they have a concept of loyalty. omg...teodae, the fact that eunseom got so traumatized by that made me want to sob. imagine you have a friend who you want to help save, but such friend loves their mind because of the situation they’re in and begins to believe the lies about you, tries to kill you, and then kills themselves in front of you...every episode of this show should have been titled: eunseom is wrecked and traumatized. again. part xx.

honestly, my hope is that tanya or eunseom straight up murders him. or dalsae. he can’t survive season 2, not on my watch.

a lot of people were complaining about the ending being vague or just not good in general, but i thought it was the perfect ending! the ending was relatively lackluster in the sense that nothing too crazy took place and what’s gonna happen next season was laid out relatively clear? i mean tagon wants to conquer the east and made a point to mention the ago tribe so i think we’re going see like eunseom’s return (?) as in he’s gonna actively become a problem for those in power in arth again (8/9)

i didn’t actually know people were saying that, because i thought the ending was so good. in my opinion, the whole finale of it serves to do two things which are a) tie up loose ends for season one and b) establish the continuation needed for season 2. arth was always going to continue, but it also builds suspense for season 2: there’s going to be a war, but tanya and eunseom are on different sides. saya knows he has a twin. AND there’s that awful women spy...she can perish as well. us clowns watching the show for the first time really thought we were going to get an eunseom and tanya reunion...we were played.

i’ve mainly watched like movies or variety shows for idols that i like but for some reason i never really got into kdramas until like right now. i’ve only seen 4 in total LOL but i’ve liked all of the shows that i’ve watched so i can’t complain. i’ve seen hello monster, arthdal, prison playbook and chocolate! (9/9)

oh, seriously? that’s amazing! i’ve watched 3/4, and right now i’m actually skimming through chocolate - i’m not really a fan of all the melo nonsense they have going on, so i’m mostly watching it for the sibling scenes and jun’s scenes haha...

and i’ve got this all in one ask, yes.

[artificialqueens]

Bad Girls Club (Branjie) Chapter 8 - Joley

A/N: I really can’t believe it’s done, you guys! Thank you all for your ongoing support and a special thanks to @artificialmeggie for being a fantastic beta ♥

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Brooke Lynn furrowed her brows when she woke up. Why was her bed smaller than usual? But then her eyes adjusted, and she realized Vanessa was sound asleep and nestled into her side. Ah yes, the limited space was well worth it. As it turned out, she had become quite accustomed to being confined to narrow spaces with the smaller girl, and it always worked in her favor. “You know what I just realized?”

Vanessa yawned and pushed the mess of hair off her face. “Hmm?”

“One of my fondest memories of our time here takes place in a supply closet. Can you imagine trying to explain that to someone?”

She laughed softly and buried her face into the crook of Brooke’s neck. “Ain’t no one gonna find out though.”

And sure, it would always be their little secret, but Brooke couldn’t help but picture the look on a classmate’s face if she confessed to her summertime endeavors. In an odd way, she was proud that she would be going home a changed girl, a well-rounded version of herself that no amount of voluntary extracurriculars would have ever been able to match. She had expected to awkwardly fly under the radar for the duration of the program - no confrontation, just keeping her head down and getting the job done.

“I don’t think there’s anything I could tell anyone that they would believe anyway.”

Vanessa snorted. “They’re gonna ask if you got shanked or tattooed or some shit, huh? They’ll be looking for a lil teardrop under your eye.” She poked her face where the tattoo would be, then kissed the spot of unmarked skin.

Brooke Lynn rolled her eyes and squeezed her lightly. “Baby, they don’t think I went to prison. Most of them don’t even know what the real story is, they think I’m a counselor at a camp for underprivileged youths.”

“I’m an underprivileged youth, it’s kinda true!”

And a lot of the girls in the program were in situations almost identical to Vanessa’s, or even worse. While Brooke had expected to be an outlier on campus, she could have never prepared herself for the stories she heard - abuse, neglect, poverty - and half the time the storyteller wouldn’t even bat an eye, in fact they sometimes appreciated the fact that she would sit and listen without insulting them. Or even worse, pity them.

Brooke sat up and pulled her hair into a ponytail. “I think that’s what I wanna do now, though. Like, I’ve always known how privileged I am, but actually having something to compare my life to really changes things, you know?”

Vanessa rolled to lay flat on her back, shifting her legs to trap Brooke between them. “Normally when I hear your type talk about trying to help my type out, it’s full of that bullshit white warrior complex.”

“White savior.”

“Whatever, same thing,” she huffed. “We’ve had rich white people come to the hood, click their tongues all ‘oh, poor baby’ like, maybe buy us lunch or a pair of sneakers, and walk away patting theyselves on their backs like they did us such a big favor. I seen the way you talk to the other girls, you actually give a fuck.”

Vanessa hated being patronized - though the actual word wouldn’t come to mind. There were times when wealthy folks would wander into the ‘bad part of town’ where she lived and just gawk at them like they were visiting the zoo. Sure, she would take the free meal if she were bored or hungry, but that didn’t mean she actually appreciated it.

But she appreciated Brooke, not just for seeing her humanity but seeing her as an equal. She knew it was something she should be able to expect from anyone, but that was unrealistic (not that anything about their current situation would sound especially realistic to an outsider). It was what made their relationship feel like more than just sex - they connected on some sort of deeper level that she had the unyielding desire to cling to.

And yet she had to put it in jeopardy one more time. “I need to tell you something. You know how I told you I got sent here over something dumb?”

Brooke’s brows knitted as she tried to recall. “It was like… weed and a fake ID, right?”

“That’s the story.” Vanessa looked down and sighed. “And it did happen a lot, but I got sent here ‘cause I was seeing this girl that actually had a boyfriend but kept jerking me around, so I TP’ed her house and hooked A’keria into it.” She spoke fast, just barely coherent, because the sooner she ripped off the bandage the better. “Just didn’t wanna seem crazy from day one.”

To Vanessa’s surprise, there wasn’t much of a reaction from Brooke. She shrugged, nonplussed. “That’s not so bad.” Her arms looped back around her waist and pulled her close. “I thought you were gonna say you tried to stab her or something.”

Vanessa elbowed her playfully. “You think I’m someone that could cut a bitch?”

“Baby, don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

——

Waiting for report cards was making the crowd of girls shift and bounce in anxious anticipation. They whispered to each other, speculating about their final grades and what it meant for their respective futures. The dining hall was full and the air was heavy with tension, as if everyone were holding their breath.

“Last names A through H come to the front to get your report cards.”

Brooke Lynn took a deep, unsteady breath as she got up and made her way towards the front of the hall.

“What are you nervous about?” A’keria asked, walking in time with her. “You know you’re gonna get a fuckin’…. quadruple A+.”

“I don’t know anything,” she retorted in a harsh whisper.

Bouncing on her heels as the secretary sorted through the cards and gave A’keria hers first, Brooke Lynn’s nerves didn’t quell for a moment. Grading wasn’t straightforward like it was at school - in fact, she didn’t actually know what the criteria was, even Nina wouldn’t give her a clear answer.

Once back at the table, both Scarlet and A’keria opened their cards first, both earning an impressive A-. “I told you they grade on a curve,” Scarlet laughed. “Open yours, Brookie, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“She’s just trying to be humble,” Yvie chimed in.

“It’s not like that, I swear,” Brooke insisted, cheeks tinting red. “I just don’t know how this shit works, okay?” But she did give in and opened the envelope and, without turning the page, simply said “Okay, it’s fine, let’s move on.”

“Nah, lemme see, boo.” Vanessa snatched the paper from her before the blonde had a chance to object. “Shit, Yvie was right, you just trying to spare our feelings or whatever.” She laughed, then clarified to the others, “A perfect score, no fucking surprise,” but then her expression changed and her demeanor quieted. “What, uh, happens if we don’t pass?”

Brooke Lynn shook her head and wrapped an arm around her. “You don’t even need to worry about that,” she assured, “you only need a C to pass. You can get a C, right?”

“I got 34 of ‘em, but then I take my bra off,” she couldn’t get any more of her concerns out before last names I through P were called and she had to march to her fate in a walk that seemed to take forever, and receiving the envelope only sent her heart racing into overdrive.

And she wasn’t feeling any relief by the time she returned to her seat, setting the envelope on the table in front of her and just staring at it. It almost seemed to mock her with its completely unassuming form.

“It’s not gonna go away just because you ain’t touching it,” A’keria pointed out.

Perhaps more reassuringly, Brooke kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. “You got this, I know you do.”

Vanessa whined softly and hid against Brooke for another moment before finally accepting the inevitable. She stared at the page in unmoving silence for a beat, chewing on her lip.

“Well?”

Everyone’s eyes were trained on Vanessa, curiosity - and possibly concern - building as they watched her sit like a statue.

Then, with a sudden burst of emotion, she popped up with wide eyes. “I got a B!” she shrieked. With her voice loud and distinct by default, it was almost unsurprising that someone from another part of the hall shouted “Congrats, Vanessa!” in response.

But it didn’t even register to Vanessa. She had immediately thrown her arms around Brooke and hugged her close. Whether she would admit it or not, she was pretty sure she would not have achieved the same level of success without someone like Brooke, who knew how to study, what teachers wanted to hear, it was like having a set of cheat codes to education.

“Guess it’s really all over now, huh? Kinda wish they gave us yearbooks to sign or some shit,” A’keria mused when the excitement had died down. “What’s gonna happen with you two?” she gestured between Brooke Lynn and Vanessa.

The two girls untangled from each other and sat upright. “We’re still working out the details,” Brooke explained, rubbing the back of her neck. “But we’re optimistic.”

Optimism was all they had as everything was coming to an end. While they hadn’t officially labeled their relationship, they were optimistic that they could continue to have one. It would be complicated, it’d take effort, and they were both bound to face social repercussions one way or another. But they were optimistic it would be worth it.

And that was one of the many reasons they allowed themselves to relax and enjoy the end-of-summer celebration.

It was nothing extravagant – mainly pizza and snacks with music that consisted of an iPhone hooked up to a speaker. Still, it was a sign of good will and the teachers had organized it. Well, Nina and Monét did the vast majority of the work, but everyone else signed off on it.

“You know, I’m going to miss our lesbian den mothers,” Yvie remarked, glancing over at the two teachers who were watching the party with proud grins and linked arms. “I still can’t believe you guys hooked the two of them up.”

“Shit, me neither,” Brooke Lynn chuckled. There was no doubt that she would be bringing it up regularly once they were back at school.

“You’re lucky you get to see Ms. West at school, I don’t think anyone else has someone like that back home.”

She smiled fondly, even if the statement was bittersweet. “You’re right,” it was one of the few times she would admit as much. “Don’t know if I’d have gotten through this without her,” her gaze shifted to scan the scattering of girls dancing and mingling before settling. “Don’t know if I’d have gotten her.”

She swore there was something almost ethereal about Vanessa. The way the sun bounced off her skin, the way her wavy hair flowed, the way she could stand both elegantly but bursting with energy - she was special, and it made her feel at ease to know she wasn’t losing her.

“Here we go again,“ Yvie chuckled. “You really fell hook, line, and sinker for that crazy bitch, huh?” she asked, amused.

“Couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.” Which she had, at least at first.

Not a minute later, Vanessa abandoned her conversation with A’keria and made her way over to Brooke’s side - the place she found most comfortable.

Brooke’s arm looped right around her. “Hey, Mami,” she hummed and leaned down to peck her lips.

“Imma steal you for a minute,” Vanessa took her hand and led her down the familiar trail, and they kept going until the generic pop music faded into the background.

At this point, it was no surprise to Brooke that they were back at the lake. But they had never caught a sunset quite like the one they approached. The sky was a near perfect gradient of warm colors, as if it were a scene on a postcard. It was almost too perfect, too picturesque to be real.

“I’m gonna miss this spot. Makes me want to get a cute little lake house, so we can have a view like this every day,” Brooke mused as she sat down.

Vanessa joined her, laying on her back and looking up at the sky. “Thought we was taking it slow. You already thinking about playing house?”

“What even is taking it slow for us? Our relationship doesn’t exactly make the best linear narrative sense.” Brooke laid down and held her hand. “Besides, it never hurts to dream.”

“Guess not.” She scooted closer, snuggling up to the taller girl’s side. “It is a real nice sight though. Like, I actually just wanna lay with you and enjoy it; we don’t even gotta fuck.”

Brooke snorted softly. “You don’t have to justify just wanting to cuddle, you know.”

“Yah-huh! I still got an image to uphold!”

“Okay, okay.” She held her close and kissed her cheek. “It’s just between you, me, and the lake.”

——

The next morning was pick-up day and Brooke Lynn was sat on a tree stump with Vanessa on her lap, their respective luggage on either side of it. The difference between their bags looked like a comically obvious representation of their different backgrounds – Brooke had a pristine designer set and Vanessa had a couple of beat up, hand-me-down duffel bags. It could have been the cover of a ‘princess and the pauper’ type of movie, easily.

“Who’re you waiting for, again?”

Brooke presses her lips into a fine line. She had hoped that maybe her parents would be the ones to come get her, just this once. “They’re sending a driver. His name’s Frank. Nice guy, worked for our family for like… fifteen years now.” As she spoke, she could see a Mercedes pull up and there was no guesswork needed as to whose ride it was.

She got up and gathered her things, making her way over with Vanessa in tow. “You sure your mom’s okay with this?”

“Uh-huh! Not every day you get a lift in a car that costs more than your apartment and all the fancy shit you got.” Vanessa chuckled, then offered a cheerful greeting when they approached the driver.

Frank looked between the girls with a perplexed – and somewhat amused – expression. “And who’s this, Miss Brooke?”

Brooke took Vanessa’s hand into her own, giving it a light squeeze. “This is Vanessa, my girlfriend. She’s going to spend the rest of the summer with us.”

The man quirked his brow, but began loading both of their bags into the trunk. “And your parents are okay with this… arrangement?” He wasn’t one to question Brooke – she was a pretty easygoing client as far as they go, but it was still the grown Hytes that signed his paychecks.

Brooke shrugged as she got in the car and ushered Vanessa (who was still floating on the high of hearing the word ‘girlfriend’) with her. “They’ll get over it.”

[lentaska]

Height Difference - Part 3

Have been busy with job and class, another crazy week passed soon :)

Note: Featuring Madman Fulton. First person POV, OFC from non-wrestling background. New oc is out and he is a good-looking asshole :) This is a work of fan fiction using characters from wrestling, I do not claim any ownership over them.

oc: Birdie (some doodles)

Tagging: @thecristsandcallihanmadness @monstersmaid @morie-leigh

Part Three “what if he loses you”

Trying new things would help people to know more about themselves, for example, this morning - the first morning of our “cohabiting experiment” - I just learned that I actually hit Fulton in sleep.

“And it’s not only the hit, you also kicked me. I woke up once around 5 am.” Fulton added more information. “The good thing is, you behaved after tucking yourself into my arms.”

Now I had the answer for why I woke up in Fulton’s arms and he looked like just had a battle.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that before. Did I hurt you?” I asked, rubbing his hand.

He chuckled, “with your strength? Of course. You will definitely defeat me in the ring.”

An odd idea popped up - it’s probably because I had watched one wrestling match and was motivated - I might be able to fight him for real.

This was also a naive idea, Fulton tried hard not to laugh at it and discourage me, although I still could see the grin he hid. He announced in joking tone, “if you lift me up for even half inch, you win.”

“I’m taking it seriously.”

“I know.” He opened his arms to me, grinning, “c’mon Birdie.”

The rule was simple. I took a deep breath, grabbed his waist and lifted him up - or tried to lift him up because he was not moving AT ALL, so I did another attempt but still failed. Wondering how this was possible, I heard Fulton’s voice, “wanna take a break?” based on the cheerfulness in the tone, he was holding back laughter.

“It’s warm-up.” I explained indignantly, making myself sound tough.

“Alright, alright.” Fulton snickered, “take your time.”

In a match or challenge related to strength, longer it took, less chance to win because the strength would come to exhaustion eventually, hence my third attempt was much worse and I couldn’t help gasping. I knew Fulton was built and strong, but I didn’t expect him to be this... heavy. This man was a brick wall, if I ever accidentally knocked against him, I would be dizzy for a while.

“Are you ok?” asked Fulton.

Managed to catch breath, I found myself the worst excuse, “I’m... hungry. You know, I have no strength when I’m hungry.”

Fulton nodded, pretending to believe my words.

I gave up, “I can’t do this. I was being silly to think that I can fight you.”

“Let me see...” he check the clock, “Five minutes, good job.”

“Take that smirk back.” I elbowed him gently.

Fulton grimaced and acted like he got hurt from my “attack”.

Rolled my eyes at him, I asked, “are you still taking me to your match tonight?”

“Of course, but this time you don’t need to make script about what to say to my friends.”

I guess he would not let go of any silly thing I did. He thought those things were “cute”. Like the time I freaked out on his Jason costume on Halloween and screamed “don’t kill me”, he still brought it up. It didn’t annoy me though, probably because of the affectionate way he used.

 When I arrived locker room with Fulton, the ambience was uneasy, the Crist brothers and Sami looked anxious, I had never seen them behave in such way, something serious happened.

I looked up at Fulton, who responded with the same confused expression. Noticed our appearance, Jake waved at us first, then Dave and Sami came to us.

“Do you know that your opponent is replaced?” asked Sami.

Clearly Fulton was not informed in advance, “whom I’ll be facing then?”

“The new guy just joined 3 weeks ago, we don’t know much about him.” Dave shrugged, “I don’t remember his name.”

Jake let out a sigh, “How can you forget one simple name... his name is Vasiliy. ”

The name brought Fulton on the alert. Subconsciously, I grasped Fulton’s hand more tightly. I did this when I was on nerve and I found myself doing this more often since dating Fulton, mainly because I had panic every time he had match. “Is he difficult to deal with?” I asked, praying that Vasiliy guy was just a regular wrestler.

Sami snapped in detestation, “he is plague.”

If the Death Machine himself commented a person so negatively, then this person was a real trouble.

“Sami is right.” Jake frowned and turned to me, “although it’s highly unlikely, if you ever run into that guy, leave immediately.”

Another Crist nodded, “something is wrong with him.”

I froze at their words. There was one moment that I wanted to ask Fulton not to go, but I couldn’t, it’s his match and I needed be supportive. I took a deep breath, said - more like to comfort myself, “Fulton will win easily, I have faith in him.”

 I was very wrong.

When Vasiliy showed up, I had goosebumps. He wore a plain mask with antlers, both hands were covered by bandage, and he was holding barbed wires. The audience had two contrasting reactions on his entrance, some cheered him while the others hooted in disapproval, but one thing was for sure, the world was almost when he took off the mask. It’s not exaggerated to say, Vasiliy had the most angelic face I had ever seen.

However, his moves were far from “angelic”. He hit Fulton right on belly several time with barbed wires twined around his hand, and then his face. I almost screamed in shock. Since I was close to the ring, the excitement on Vasiliy’s face was clear enough to make me sick.

“We shouldn’t let the fun end too soon, shall we?” the man chuckled, dumping one of the boxes which were set in the ring for their match. It’s a box of Lego blocks.

Fulton struggled to get up, but one foot stomped on his back maliciously. Grabbed a full hand of blocks, Vasiliy gave a harmless smile, then he forced Fulton to open his mouth, stuffed the blocks in and smashed his face to the ground.

My stomach twitched in agony. I knew wrestling match could be violent and wrestlers were trained to limit the hurt to opponents, but I could tell that Vasiliy’s doing was on purpose. He wanted hurt his opponent in the most painful way.

Although Fulton gained the upper hand later on and won the match, the prince was high, he almost collapsed due to multiple wounds and exhaustion. It hurt me to see him in such terrible shape, so I left auditorium and found my way to the backstage, all I wanted was to return to the locker room and hug my dreadlock bear.

But I ran into someone I shouldn’t. The black-haired man whom Sami referred as “plague” blocked my way, smiling innocently. The aura of him was like poisonous mist, whirling and tangling

“Vasiliy...”

I took one step back. The Crist brothers cautioned me against getting involved with him, plus what he did in the ring, he was the last person I wanna see now.

“My honor to be remembered by you.”

“It’s a... nice match” I said, against my will.

“I can imagine how much you loved to witness Fulton’s victory.” he giggled. “But I did have fun in making him bleed.”

The memory of him stuffing Lego blocks in Fulton’s mouth and smashing his face disgusted me. I wasn’t sure how this match went into such way, but that scene made my stomach twitched in agony. And now he said making Fulton bleed was “fun” with no regret? Was the personality and behavior he showed in the ring actually a reflection of himself in life?

I forced myself to be polite, “it’s late, I have to go...”

“To find your boyfriend?” he tipped his head a little, in the most harmless way I could imagine, but somehow I was alarmed. “Although joining this brand happened only weeks ago, I consider myself to be informed. I know Fulton loves you dearly. I’m quite curious: what if he loses you?”

I saw the excitement on his face, his smile twisted. He was serious.

Vasiliy’s eyes locked on me, “when I was seven, mother bought me a parakeet. She was beautiful and docile, I cherished her with my heart, but a stray cat killed it. Beautiful things never last long, do they?”

In the next moment, his hands were on my neck, I heard his sweet but malicious voice, “how adorable you are, I wonder what your scream sounds like.”

The strength pressed on was squeezing air out of me, I struggled, the suffering from suffocation and instinct for survival made me fight back for the slenderest hope, even though what I could do was nothing comparing his power.

“Scream, lil’ bird,” Vasiliy sneered, “or you prefer to suffer?”

Tears welled up from fear, it might be easier if I just screamed - he might let me go - but I could not let him win.

I attempted to get out of him by kicking and smacking, although I got him couple times, those attacks didn’t help me but instead stimulated his desire for destruction.

When I was about to give up, I heard Fulton’s furious roar, “you fucking leave her alone!”

The pressure on my neck was released, I was pulled into a firm embrace. Fulton had one arm locked me tightly, another arm was in defence posture. Based on how messed up Vasiliy looked, he already got punch on face from the mad dreadlock bear.

Stroking where Fulton hit, Vasiliy chuckled, “you’re almost late to save her. I was about to make her scream but she’s a tough one.”

Fulton gnashed, almost rushed out to give him another good punch, “you touch her again and I will break your fucking face, you hear me?!”

“‘Stupidity is also a gift of God, but one mustn’t misuse it’, you never know how naive you are, but it’s fine. We will meet again and have better game to play.” the angelic-looking man waved goodbye at me.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you.” Fulton checked on me, “what else did he do?”

“Nothing besides strangling me.”

Unbuttoned my collar, Fulton’s face clouded over with anger. I was nervous, “what’s wrong?”

“You should see it by yourself.”

In the phone camera, I saw faint hand print on my neck.

“I’m gonna kill that scum...”

“He was serious about hurting me, but why? I didn’t even know him.”

“Vasiliy was new in the brand but he had feud with Sami in another brand, and it’s not only in rings. We act like crazy and bad dudes in the ring, but he is different. His personality in real life is what he shows in the ring.” Fulton wiped away my tears and patted my back, I saw how scared he was. He thought he would lose me.

“So he attacked me because I hang out with oVe?”

He nodded, whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong. And don’t think I’m gonna keep distance from you guys, because I like your friends and I will learn to protect myself. If Vasiliy ever does stupid thing again, I’ll kick him between legs hard.”

Chuckled, the dreadlock bear stroked my cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Yet I didn’t realize Vasiliy would become the most horrifying nightmare.

[kpoptionate]

got7 ➾ boyfriend!yugyeom

got7 masterlist // official masterlist

08.03.18

requested: anon: hello, if you’re not too busy with the other requests and you have time can you please write the boyfriend yugyeom au? thank you i hope you enjoy your day !

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but here it is ! i hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting <3

mark // jaebum // jackson // jinyoung // youngjae // bambam

______________________________

there are like. no. good yugyeom gifs. i’m suing

k i m  y u g y e o m

sdufhjidfs

this boi makes me feel so many emotions

so you hung out with the guys p often

you were good friends with them

but ot6 friends

bc one of them always ignored you

you thought he hated you or something

like every time you walked in everyone was like “hey y/n !” but he was like “haha no”

so you kinda just had to make do with what you had

on his side of the story, he was just too nervous to be around you and didn’t want to sit there and look awkward

whenever you asked one of the guys what was up they just kinda laughed it off which was kinda suspicious

so they always tried to get him to talk to you but the boy’s stubborn

eventually bambam just told you

like “hey yugyeom’s got like the biggest crush on you btw”

i can imagine that in his accent uWU but this isn’t about bam

so he went up to yugs and he was like “hey i told them btw”

and yugyeom’s just

fucked

so he ignored you even moreeee

like you didn’t see him at all for at least a week or two

you’d had enough

you caught yug in the practice room and he tried to skrt skrt outta that bitch but you were like “hol up hol up hol up mister”

and you sat down like a parent and talked to him about his behavior

he tried to keep quiet but he eventually broke and just spilled everything out

“truthisy/niactuallyreallylikeyoubuti’mtooshytostayaroundyouidon’thateyouicouldneveri’mjusttooafraidofembarassingmysel—”

surprise surprise you cut him off

with

a

kiss !!!11!!1!

when you pulled away he was blushing

and you were blushing

and you were all like i like you too yugyeom

then y’all kinda just . . .

stood there . . .

awkwardly smiling at each other . . .

bc neither of you knew what to say

then he just burts out with

“cANIBEYOURBOYFRIENDPLEASEI’LLTREATYOULIKEAQUEEN/KING”

and you nodded

like yes treat me like the queen i am

after a moment he wrapped you in a bear hug and gently shook from side to side

he had that smile™ on his face

and went “nhnnhnnnhnnn” in a cute voice

he’s adorable

que the guys squealing behind the door like children

okay that was the worst thing i’ve ever written, let’s move on to something better please

loves kisses !!

like

l o v e s !!!!!11!!1!1!11

also loves cuddles !!

like

l o v e s !!!!!11!!1!1!11

he could do it all day

especially if you’re smol, he loves engulfing your body

whether you’re smol or not you’re gonna get engulfed tbh

obv prefers being the big spoon

wrapping his arms around your shoulder or waist

and depending on that his head will either be on your head or shoulder

also likes your head on his chest

or his head on your chest

or lap

or stomach

just likes touching you in general

while he’s lying down he likes playing with your fingers

and kissing them

sometimes licks them too ? like a cat

calls you things like sweet cheeks and snookums

gets extremely embarrassed but lowkey loves it when you use pet names around the guys

like “i love you my gyeomie bear” or sumn stab me please

y’all are so fucking cringey it hurts

dates with him include going to walmart and sitting in the basket of big ass teddy bears

you know those videos of people pushing other people in the shopping carts and they end up running into something and falling over and knocking the whole stand down

that’s you two

piggyback rides down the road with ice cream cones dripping on each other but it’s okay bc you can shower together later

him pushing you off the swings then getting scared that he actually hurt you

fancy dates aren’t really a thing with him ? he’s p casual

shoe shopping ?

i feel like he just really likes buying you shoes

also jewelry

he’s kinda specific

loves it when you wear his clothes

mainly his sweatshirts like is that even a question literally nobody asked but okay

also thinks it’s super cute when you walk around in his shoes like a little kid ? like you bust alllllll his uwus

likes staying at home to watch dramas

we all know he loves them

it’s his second favorite thing to do

you being the first ;)

anywho

he loves just chilling at the dorms with you all day binging dramas

usually the guys come in and join y’all which kinda bothers him bc ??

they’re always ?? all over you ?? he just wants time by himself dammit

onto that note

he doesn’t get jealous v much, but sometimes the guys get too touchy

‘specially bambam and jackson

like he trusts him and all but he should be the only one allowed to touch you, yknow ?

not that bam or jackson touch you inappropriately

just that when you cuddle with them he wishes he was the one you were cuddling with

so he’ll get all pouty and sit by himself in a corner until you come collect him

like you can literally almost see a rain cloud above his head oml poor baby

definitely gets a puppy with you at some point

like even if you don’t really want to bc he’s already a big one

if yugyeom was a dog he’d be clifford no other species

he would probably pay attention to it more than you tbh

he thinks it’s cute when you get jealous

but makes up for it with kisses and stuff

ima try to keep this short since i always get too excited at this part and make it too long so i have nothing else to write bc it’s all in my boyfriend!aus bUT

okay so he likes to cup your face when he kisses you

and moves his hands around to the back of your head and run his fingers through your hair as he brings you closer

comes off as a little submissive at first

like whimpers when you pull his hair softly ?

or when you bite his bottom lip and slip your tongue past them

but lemme tell you hun he’ll end that shit real quick

carrying you up to the bedroom and flopping you down on the sheets and crawling on top of you

as the kisses start to become more passionate he’ll press his body closer and closer to you

and when you raise your hips up to him he’ll buck down on you

i’m telling you this boy can get you off quick even just grinding

like i know you’ve seen the way he moves them hips boiii

can you just i m a g i n e oh my god

he’ll drag his hands up your shirt and take it off in one swift motion

trailing kisses and leaving marks from your neck down to your waist

this boi

knows™

how to use his mouth

like holding your thighs down as he relentlessly goes down on you

again, loves it when you grab him by his hair to push his head closer

like

“you’re getting so unraveled with just my tongue, do you really think you can handle my cock ?”

i’m so sorry i’m bad at dirty talk askfksksjsksjks

when he actually goes down on you

bOIIIIIIIII

again, hips

he rolls them

he’ll try to kiss you but he’s moaning too much

i feel like he whines and whimpers a lot ? not in a submissive way but just

jdkhsakjfhds

y’all probably go at it for a whileeeeeeee

like til you can’t move your legs anymore so you have no choice but to stop

afterwards he’ll brush the hair out of your eyes as he picks you up to the bathtub to give you a little bath

which may or may not result in picking back up again oops

overall he’s a cute childish lil dude

he loves you, he does

tbh you’re probably one of his first serious relationships since he’s so young and he’s been in the industry since he was a teenager sooo

take care of him please ! he trusts you won’t mess it up

:)

[hookahazz]

Chronicles of a Black Girl Vol 3:  Family Reunion |Harry Styles|

Warnings: Fluff, lil angst, cursing

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N:  Don’t kill me LMFAOO ik I said this morning but ya got it tonight. You got the trick from trick or treat. But this one is real cute and ish and I kept the same concept I just made it so that he meets her whole family and not just her parents. Please give me feedback and tell me how you felt. It’s much appreciated. Tell me how you honestly felt. I’m about to post the master list and it’ll show you the title of the next fic and that one and man y’all gone die its adorable. Enjoy pt 3 and thanks for reading all of them I appreciate y’all a fuck load. <3 

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If you don’t know, black people have three main values that are held above others: their hair, some good “put you to sleep after you eat about 2 plates” soul food and family. Family reunions and get-togethers are the highlights of the year. It is the time where they could all be together in one setting and enjoy one another's presence, the time where the adults would play spades and talk grown folk talk, and the time where your distant relatives would pull you into a hug filled with a strong perfume and hit you with that, “Oh hi baby, I haven’t seen you since you were two years old! You remember me?” There’s no greater feeling than being surrounded by those foil trays that were filled to the brim with mouth-watering sweet potatoes, potato salad (not the shit white people make with apples and all that other bullshit! as (Y/N) would put it), and that creamy, golden mac n’ cheese that black people would kill for (if made correctly, (Y/N)’s mom refuses to make anything but baked macaroni). The feeling of satisfaction one gets from being surrounded by uncles and aunties, grandmas and granddads, and listening to them tell stories about stuff that happened decades ago that still makes all of them laugh until they're crying. And the music! Oh yes-- that authentic soul music that was carefully constructed by the legendary artist who had the power to change peoples lives and move somebody's soul (Maze featuring Frankie Beverly, Michael Jackson, The Temptations, Gladys Knight, Ms. Lauryn Hill ((Y/N)'s ultimate favorite) , New Edition ). It was the music that would make those same aunts and uncles get up and dance horribly until their heart's content without the fear of judgment. Black people live for moments like such: to just sit around and be unconditionally black.

At the start of the semester, Harry and (Y/N) had been paired to do a project for their business law course (a class both of them regretted taking). At first (Y/N) was a little wary to be working with Harry, she'd never had any interaction with the boy except for when he asked to borrow a pencil and surprisingly gave it back in the end. After just twenty minutes of working with him, there wasn't a reason to be worried at all. In all her twenty-one years of living, she'd never met someone so goofy in her life (except her two older brothers). Harry was so sweet and funny it was almost hard to stay concentrated at the task at hand. That probably explains why they got a B- on the assignment instead of an A. Since then the two became friends, then best friends, and after months of teasing from Harrys best mate, Niall, they'd become boyfriend and girlfriend. 

They'd been dating for nearly three months and so far Harry's only met (Y/N)'s older brothers, Anthony and Caleb. Their first meeting wasn't in the most typical way. For one, all four of them were drunk off their asses after a night out at a frat party. Caleb and Anthony played multiple rounds of patty-cake with Harry, giggling while (Y/N) lied on her couch laughing at her toes. Her brothers adored Harry in every possible aspect. The three of them have become the best of friends and hang out all of the time which makes (Y/N) so, so happy. She's had a plethora of boyfriends (she’s quite the chocolate catch) and her brothers have hated every single one of them, always making sure (Y/N) knew that they aren't good enough for her. “You saw what he was wearing? His pants are sagging and falling to his fucking knees! His knees, (Y/N)!” Going from them to Harry was a drastic but much-needed change that both Caleb and Anthony appreciated a lot. They wanted nothing but the best for their baby sister and they knew Harry was as good as it was gonna get.

"So do you want to go with me? You don't have to if you're not ready, babe."  

On her way home from work she'd gotten a call from her dear mother regarding the annual family reunion and of course she invited Harry. Went on for nearly ten minutes about how “the two of you have been dating for three months, that boy's gonna have to meet the family sooner or later!” The conversation mainly consisted of momma (Y/L/N) talking and (Y/N) giving her a couple of mhm's and yes ma's here and there. "Course I'll come, lovie. Been dyin' to meet your family!" he beamed, excited as she had predicted. Harry valued family more than anything so meeting hers was a big step in their relationship. "You're not nervous or anything, right? I mean for real, if you are then we really don't even gotta go. They won't even miss us," she assured him. In all honesty, (Y/N) didn't want to rush anything with Harry. She really really liked him and she was fully aware of how rowdy and wild her family can get. 

"No babe, it's gonna be fun! M'excited!" he grinned wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist.

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Harry was never a shy or nervous person, it just wasn't him. He'd never really been in a situation where he was incredibly anxious and meeting (Y/N)'s parents were no different. He was absolutely positive that they'd love him and he assured (Y/N) that multiple times when she'd brought up meeting them. He was a people pleaser, someone who wanted to satisfy everyone, someone who naturally appealed to everyone. Harry had never been in a position to which he had to appeal to someone who didn't like him because everyone liked him, even if they didn't want to. 

"When is it again, button?" Harry questioned, playing with (Y/N)'s kinky locks.  She'd just finished washing her hair and Harry absolutely loved watching her condition and style it. "Uh, the day after tomorrow. So Wednesday? Yeah Wednesday," she concluded, slabbing on a generous amount of leave in conditioner. He grinned, doing the same to another section of her hair (he also enjoyed assisting her in styling her hair, the conditioner smelled of coconuts and almonds that nearly made him drool). "You're really excited aren't you?" she questioned. "Course I am. S'a big step in our relationship and I've always wanted to meet your parents. You're mum especially," (Y/N) snorted. Like the majority of black moms (Y/N)'s was crazy crazy. Her childhood consisted of a ton of life lessons that stemmed from a simple joke (Y/N) would make or a movie that wasn't meant to be taken way out of context, her mom constantly telling all her friends (some of which (Y/N) didn't even know) all of her business, and plenty of ass whoopings with the following: a switch, a belt, or any random object momma (Y/L/N) could get her hands on. "Oh yes, you'll love her. She's a peach."

"Oi, why are you laughin'?" he poked her sides.

"No reason baby,' she chuckled, pressing her lips to his cheek.

"I'm positive you're parents will love me. M'gonna be the first boyfriend your family likes. Even Caleb and Anthony said so!" She rolled her eyes, of course they would think so. They adore Harry because he's nothing like the lot of old boys she used to fool around with. "Yeah and you'll also be the first white boy I've brought home so that'll be something." she joked. Harry stiffened, "you're serious? They're not gonna like me then (Y/N)!" He began panicking. Not once did he think he'd need to worry about someone not liking him because of his skin color. Not once did he have to feel worried about being picked apart and judged based on the color of his skin. In fact, he'd never worried about anything regarding his skin tone because it has and would never affect his daily life. 

She turned, stopping the commotion with her hair to focus on her very panicky boyfriend who looked as if he were going to cry at any given moment. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing her soft hands up and down his back (a tactic she learned only but weeks ago that would calm him down). "Hey, hey, hey. I was just joking, baby. You don't have to be worried about them not liking you because you're white. They don't care. You could be green and they'd still love you," she smiled, trying to contain a laugh. It was amusing to see how worked up he would get over minute situations like such. (Y/N) thought it was so adorable that he'd even cared so much.  "You're sure? They're not gonna kick me out or somethin' right?" he looked up at her. "I promise they won't," she laughed, she knew her family wasn’t like that. They loved everyone. Even with that, Harry was still convinced that (Y/N)'s family were going to hate him. He simply smiled and nodded and continued to work conditioner into her hair and twist it in hopes to calm him down.

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Now, the both of them were standing in front of (Y/N)'s parent's house waiting nervously for someone to answer the door and Harr, for the first time, really felt as though he was about to shit his pants on their poor porch. He wanted to run and hide behind her mothers beautiful rose bush and stay there until this whole conjuncture was over. He wrapped his long digits around (Y/N)'s and squeezed her hand for reassurance. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. I swear," she whispered just as the door began to open.

"(Y/N), my sweet grandbaby. I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"Grandma!" (Y/N) smiled, engulfing the short woman in a hug. "Missed you so much," she smiled. They had a short conversation before she turned her attention to the six-foot boy behind (Y/N) who had been smiling at their very sweet interaction. "And who's this handsome young man you brought with you, suga?" Harry smiled, his nerves calming somewhat. He introduced himself, going in for a handshake but (Y/N)'s grandma slapped his hand away and pulled him down for a hug professing, you’re family now, act like it boy! "How cute. Oh!-- And muscular too! Chiiiild, wait till ya auntie gets a load of this one. Come on now, the rest of the family's in the backyard. Ya mommas in the kitchen talking shit per usual go help her, baby. I'll take care of Harry." she smiled, wrapping her arm around his. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and giggled at her grandmother's goofy antics and kissed Harry before walking away and assuring him that she'd be in the kitchen if he needed her.

Harry charmed (Y/N)'s grandmother, Kelly (grandma K is what she told him to call her since he was apart of the family now), rather fast. She led him to the back and introduced him to (Y/N)'s uncles, aunts, cousins, and all of her (including great) grandparents. All of them welcomed Harry with open arms. They had so many questions regarding his family and life in the UK, what he did for a living (he was CFO at a major marketing company, they were so proud of his title at such a young age, ya gotta be a stable man while dating our niece! her uncles would say), and his feelings about their (Y/N). An immense amount of aww's was given from the way he talked about her (Y/N's younger cousins, Mikayla and Jordan (ten), thought Harry was so cute and were really just aww'ing at how good he looked). Everyone was easily able to tell how in love Harry was with (Y/N) even though they haven't said it to one another yet (it’s only been three months)

"Harry, I fixed you a plate baby." (Y/N) smiled, interrupting a playful but heated conversation that Harry, her younger cousin Anthony (seventeen), and her father were having about the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers. He smiled and grabbed the plate from her and motioned for her to sit in his lap. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and thanked her. Harry finally felt calm, that is until another short woman stepped in front of the two and began staring him down. It didn't take long for Harry to realize that it was (Y/N)'s mother, the resemblance was uncanny.  He nearly choked, becoming nervous yet again. This was the big boss. He thought he was going to be more afraid of (Y/N)'s dad who, though still wary of his little girl dating, (she's twenty- one) loves Harry. He even went as far as to invite Harry to the next super bowl party and he's never done that for any of (Y/N)'s boyfriends!

"(Y/N) who's this?" she questioned.

"Ma, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry this is my mom, Christine," Harry stood up to formally greet the woman with a handshake but she, much like her own mother, pulled him down into a bone-crushing hug. For such small women, they both had deadly grips. "Harry, it's so nice to finally meet you! Dunno why (Y/N)'s been hiding you from us, baby." she pinched his cheeks. "You's bout the cutest thing too!  Oh my lord!" she grinned. By now Harry was feeling like an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot. (Y/N)'s family had actually taken a liking to him. He did all that worrying for nothing, all that crying to (Y/N) over the phone at 2 AM because he couldn’t sleep for nothing, and spent all that time googling good reasons as to why you can't go to your girlfriends family reunion for nothing! 

"What are these?" Harry questioned.

"Those are called greens. It's good I promise." (Y/N) stifled a laugh. He’d been asking a lot of questions about the food simply because he’d never heard of some of it. After swallowing his first bite, he couldn't stop. Harry had devoured three plates of food and somehow managed to fit a serving from both her moms homemade banana pudding and her chocolate pie. "Bloody hell, that was so good." he yawned, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "M'sleepy (Y/N)," she giggled, knowing good and well of the after effect of soul food, and kissed the top of his head.

"Damn it, why’d it take you so long to bring him ‘round here (Y/N)!" her aunts asked, playfully slapping her thigh. 

"I just didn't wanna rush anything, hop off! And on top of that, I told him he was the first white boy I'd ever brought home and he flipped shit on me! Thought y'all weren't gonna like him!" The lot of them erupted in a fit of laughter. "Oh child, you ain't gotta worry about that. We all love you to pieces. Such a cute thing you are. Better than those ol' raggedy hoodlums she used to bring 'round here before!" her grandmother interjected, swatting at her thigh as well.

"Grandma K! See now why you gotta go and bring them up. That was in high school!" (Y/N) whined, gaining a loud laugh from her grandmother. She'd never been any good at picking boyfriends. None of her family members ever liked any of them, they truly were a bad influence on her.

The rest of the night concluded in her family telling the most embarrassing stories from her childhood to Harry. (Y/N) didn't think they were funny at all but Harry was proper amused. I'm talking doubled over, gasping for air, tears spilling down his cheeks amused. What made it even funnier was how annoyed she was getting, stomping and whining like a two-year-old. "Ugh, man I swear I hate y'all! You're supposed to be on my side Harry!" she shoved him to the ground.

"Baby, stop!" he nearly choked, trying to catch his breath all while laughing and trying to keep his very cute (but very annoyed) girlfriend from attacking him. "(Y/N) stop! You're gonna mess his face up!" Mikayla and Jordan tugged at her shirt, somehow pulling her off of Harry. Now everyone was laughing at the scene.

"M'very sorry for laughing at how you shit on your mum's hand as a baby, love." Harry smiled, kissing all over her face (a tactic he learned that made her forgive him almost immediately). She shoved him back one last time and laughed. "I hate y'all for real!" Harry grinned, settling back in his rather comfortable fold out chair and pulled (Y/N) back onto his lap.

"M'glad we came. I really did all that worrying for nothing, petal. Your family loves me like I knew they would." he joked.

She rolled her eyes, "don't act like you weren't about to shit yourself earlier, big shot."  "Lower your voice!"  he warned, earning yet another laugh from grandma K.

"No need to get embarrassed suga! I told ya, you's apart of the family now. Now come over here and dance with an old lady," she commanded, gaining a large grin from both Harry and (Y/N).

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car washer! junhui au

car washer! junhui au

genre: fluffffff summary: the thought of working in the blazing sun all the day made you dread coming to work, but not if there was someone there to make everything better (2,363 words) a/n: i know i originally planned for jun to be a barista…but the thought of this was too good to pass but anyways idk if there’s a technical term for this job so !!! series masterlist can be found here!

alright so junhui

when he moved to seoul from china he needed a job that required little to no conversation with people since he was still learning the language

so he ended up finding a job as a car washer!!!

it was more labor intensive than what he preferred but it was something he could do

not to mention it was a great arm workout

so anyways, junhui would be THAT person out in the sun, wearing sleeveless white tanks, have his hair messily slicked back, while rocking a pair of aviators

we all know what happens to white clothes when it gets wet! it becomes see through

so needless to say, junhui brought in a lot of business LMAo

people would be driving down the street and then when they see him holding and waving around a sign for a car wash with a little smirk on his face, they are intrigued

like why is this model guy out here??? washing cars and not walking down a runway???

good question

junhui would ALSO be that guy that when he reaches over the windshield, he flexes

he knows the people inside are watching and probably drooling

so he just has that knowing smirk on his face

people would give him quite the generous tips, in which he responds with genuine smiles

who would’ve known that a job as a car washer could pay so well! only if you’re junhui

so anyways

you too were looking for a part time job

and after countless applications to restaurants, stores, basically anywhere

the only place that called back was for a car washing job!!!

you were honestly very tempted to turn it down, considering you applied not even thinking they would get to you

but luck works out in mysterious ways!!!

so you say screw it and go for it

and you got it!!!!! much to your despair!!!!!!

let’s just say you are not much of an outdoorsy person, you prefer to be in a nice air conditioned room rather than outside in the smoldering heat

but a job is a job, and you needed money

plus this was one of few jobs that would take tips so!!! extra $$$

so on your first day, dread filling your system, you walk up to the little kiosk that is your new workplace

where you are greeted by none other than the man!!! wen junhui!!!

and you were kinda starstruck for a moment because w o w he is a beautiful man

but then he kinda just gave you a small smirk and nod before he was off

snapping back to reality

you go in and greet your boss, who was expecting you

“y/n you’re here!!! oh, did you see junhui on his way out?? that’s going to be your new coworker!” he spoke enthusiastically to you

so now you had a name to the cute face

but then you realized he said coworker and you almost flipped

that means…you would be seeing that model man for the entirety of your career there

maybe it wasn’t that bad of a job after all heheh

so yeah your boss talks you through the basics

often referring to junhui as he was in the middle of washing a car right now

basically you were going to be his assistant lmao

so without further ado, you start working!

you and junhui developed a system where you would soak the lower parts of the car that you could reach, while junhui would take on the higher parts to flex

and by the time you were done with your first car, you were ready to take a break

but of course!!! another car pulls in

and you just have a done look on your face and you hear junhui chuckle a bit at you before nodding his head towards the car, a sign of him telling you to join him

so you do

and this is how the rest of your first day goes

you and junhui actually didn’t share any words at all, you thought he couldn’t talk until you heard him thank the customers that would come out to give him a tip

but you heard the little bit of an accent in his voice so you pieced all the puzzle pieces together

he was a foreigner unfamiliar with the language, not an unsocial butterfly!!

so the next day, you gathered up your courage to finally introduce yourself to him!!

“i’m y/n, by the way”

“i know”

“oh ok”

and that was IT

literally you cringing internally at that conversation

but you convinced yourself he would eventually open up to you!!!

so after that, you guys only did share the smallest talk

“hi how are you”

“good how are you”

“good”

the more you went to your job the more you didn’t mind it, you just wished you and junhui would talk more so you aren’t bored out of your mind

when it would be really slow, you both would go out to the sidewalk with your signs and just wave them around, gathering more attention

and even though junhui was smiling and putting on a show for the crowd, it was dead silent between you two

basically you thought junhui hated you and you were ready to quit

but one day, one day finally

junhui ACTUALLY started a conversation with you!!!

and you kind of just stared at him with a look as if he just saved the earth from global warming

and he just blankly stared at you back

“what brought you here?” he asked

and after an short and awkward staring contest, you finally snapped out of it to respond

“i needed a job”

“me too”

and it was silent again

but nope, you gathered your courage to continue a conversation he actually started because who knows when this would happen again!!!

“what brought you to this job?” you asked him

he kind of just stared at you with a blank look as he was processing your words

“i needed a job with no talking”

you nodded in understanding

“where are you from?” you asked, shocked at how you guys were ACTUALLy having a conversation after weeks of working together

“china” he responded, and you nodded in understanding

that ended up being the last of your conversation but its ok!!! that’s enough progress for a day

so the next day, junhui greets you with a smile that is bigger than his small little smirks he used to always give

and this time, he’s initiating the conversation with you!!

he’s asking you more questions about yourself, like about your family, your preferences

and you guys are actually having a good time talking to each other!!!

you noticed how much he improved in speaking his newly learned language confidently, and you told him that

to which he actually responded with a sheepish smile

“i’m sorry i didn’t talk much at first, i was nervous”

“it’s alright!! i understand, it’s hard learning a new language, but you can always ask me for help!!” and he thought about your offer with a smile!

and he really did take you up on that offer, because the next day at work he would ask you some questions he had about the korean language, and you would gladly answer

you even taught him more vocab!!

this would happen basically every day at work, junhui’s korean abilities grew while your friendship with him grew!

it grew to the point where you guys would even hangout on your days off!!!

junhui once mentioned how the only places he goes to are work and his apartment, which made you a lil sad

so you promised to take him out to some of your favorite spots!!!

even though you were inwardly panicking at yourself for suggesting what might seem like a date, junhui wholeheartedly agreed!

and that is how you guys found yourselves at one of your favorite barbecue places on your days off

you honestly thought it would be awkward, but it was not!!!

junhui has gotten way more confident in conversing with you

“by the way, i never got to thank you for helping me and my korean, also for encouraging me! so thank you” he said one day over a meal

you were honestly melting and your cheeks were probably blushing, but junhui was too focused on his food to notice

“no problem, i’m glad i could be a help!!!”

you two practically became best friends, mainly since you guys saw each other basically every day

now you looked forward to going to work, since you now had a good friend that made time go by way faster!

junhui would teasingly splash water on you, causing you to splash some back

and it ends up in a water fight that ends when your boss comes out to see the both of you drenched

and of course, junhui is in his white tshirt and you try to ignore the outline of his abs but you can’t help but take a few peeks

“are you checking me out?” he would call you out with a smirk

“w-what no!!!! i thought there was something on your shirt” you stuttered as you suddenly found an interest in the rocks in the pavement

“it’s alright, since it’s you i’ll let it slide” he spoke smoothly

and you were just cursing inside your head like when did he become so smooth!!! is this what you taught him????

“um yeah oKay then let’s get to washing cars a ha!!!” you said as awkward as possible as you just ran to the new car to avoid his knowing stare

junhui just chuckled at you

he has noticed you taking some sneak peeks of when his white shirt would get soaked

but he wasn’t in the position to say anything when he admired how you would run your fingers through your hair at times

aNyWaYs

you both harbored a tiny lil crush on each other but you both were too afraid to damage your friendship that neither of you acted on it!!!

until oNe day

when an old friend of yours came into town

you were just so excited to see him that you cancelled all your plans with junhui on your guys day off

“what am i going to do without you i’m going to be so bored and locked up in my house :(“ he would whine to you when you told him

you would just roll your eyes back at him

“jun i think you can speak enough korean to go out and about no problem”

“you don’t know that!!!”

“i DO know that since i taught you something like everyday for the past months”

“well still, i’m going to sit at home and wait until you come back :<“ he pouted

and your heart just melted

not only at his adorable little face but because of his WORDS

you have noticed that junhui would speak to you in flirty ways sometime but you would just brush it off, thinking it’s just his personality

meanwhile junhui..is questioning your density

he is wondering why you haven’t questioned him about anything when he has been so blatantly trying to make a move for the past weeks now

it did take him a lot of thinking of whether or not he should go for you or not, but he is determined that y’all are soulmates so he wasn’t backing down now!!!!

and when he was finally fed up with it, he kinda just confessed to you in a casual way

it all started on a day when you both were washing a car

and today you were more noticeably in a good mood

“why are you so perky today it’s so weird” he asked you from the other side of the car

“shutup and let me live, i know you love me” you retorted sarcastically

and this was where normally junhui would be like “gross no stay away from me” as apart of your guys friendship,,, but he just

“yeah i really do” he just stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world it was

and you were so ready to retort something sassy back when you were just like “wait what”

he just stands up from his side of the car and looks at you straight in the eye

“i don’t know if you noticed but i really do like you, i’ve been purposely flirting with you for the past month to get you to notice but you never did so i give up and i’m just saying it now”

CUE YOUR SILLY BLUSHY SELF

noticing your reddening cheeks, he just smiled that happy smile that always came out when you were around

you couldn’t believe what you just heard so you just began cleaning the lower part of the car to avoid his adoring eyes and smile that made you melt

“s hutup and get back to work” you would say through the midst of your burning cheeks and beating heart

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize junhui made his way over to your side

“so is that a yes?”

you yelped and fell on your butt, not expecting him to be there and put his face SO CLOSE TO YOURS

“oh my god i hate you!!!! and yes to what??” you smacked him as he bursted out laughing at your clumsy self, before rolling his eyes at you playing dumb

“to my confession, what else did i ask you in the past five minutes?” he stated nonchalantly, helping you clean your side of the car

and just when you thought you calmed down your heart and cheeks, it started to race again

“yeah i guess” you stated, trying to be nonchalant like him

junhui just looked over to you with an amused smirk and raised eyebrow

but when he saw your burning cheeks, he knew that you felt the same way

so with a quick kiss to your cheek, junhui ran off back to the other side

and you both were smiling like the little lovestruck dorks you were ❤️