#gf au fanfic

[fixinit-au]

What if I said I got bored, and...

Started writing

[snowluvvie]

"I, uh... posted a pic of you. On my MySpace." Rodrick mumbled, like maybe you wouldn't hear it if he said it quiet enough. He sat in front of his computer on his beat-up desk chair, the glow illuminating his face. You gave him a little grin, crossing the room to stand over his shoulder.

"Lemme see." You demanded, resting your hand affectionately on the top of his head. He looked up at you with a little smile and those eyes ringed with eyeliner, before returning his eyes to the screen to click around a few times.

Your eyes widened in interest when he pulled up the post. It was extremely plain, he "didn't have time" for his blog, though you knew he was kinda terrified what people thought of it, and just didn't want anyone to think he was trying. You knew he definitely was, though, you'd seen the focused way his teeth tugged at his bottom lip when his fingers flew across the keyboard.

It was just a picture of you, one you recognized being from last weekend when you'd been getting ready to go out at his house. You were set up in the bathroom, makeup cluttering every inch of the smooth white countertop and the back of the toilet, too. Hair pulled back so it was out of your way, face intently focused as you put your lashes on. It was a cute pic, even if you weren't all the way ready, you let it slide. You could even see a little sliver of Rodrick in the pic, reflected in the mirror when he'd leaned against the doorframe to take it. You remember turning around and waving him off with a laugh, but he sat with you in the bathroom while you finished your makeup, watching you from the edge of the tub with admiring eyes.

Your eyes caught on the title of the post, which just read "glitter glue drinker" and that made you laugh loudly. A couple of his friends comments only made it worse, one of them reading: "she lookz like it." Rodrick's face was lit up with glee as he watched you laugh, effectively giving your stamp of approval, and he was visibly relieved.

"That's cute." You offered him, leaning down over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, though he kept you there long enough to snag a longer kiss on the lips, and he tasted like a tootsie roll.

[kooklovee]

Married for 7 days - JJK

Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Genre - mostly fluff, smut 18+ (mdni)

Oneshot - 7.8k words

Warnings - fluffff, sunshine energy gf, Jungkook being effortlessly bf/husband material🤭💘, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, little handjob, creampie, marking

a/n - a quick backstory for this plot inspiration - my friend's friend went on a trip with her bf where they got matching rings n had a joke that they were married. AND EXCUSE ME?? this made such a good plot that I just couldn't resist not writing😭😭 n yeah wrote about Greece solely coz of the aesthetics (never been there tho) also also I wrote around 90% of this only listening to Blue by Yung Kai n it perfectly matches the vibe!!😭💗 ps- I feel angst writing is more of my thing bt I've tried writing fluff (a lot) for this sooo lmk if it's acceptable?🫠 n yup early update coz I cancelled out 2,3 more scenes I had in mind 🤷‍♀️ ok byeeee examss upcominggg

Masterlist kofi☕

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Your fingers grip Jungkook’s sleeve, barely able to contain your excitement as you glance out the plane window. Blue. Endless blue. The vast stretch of the sea sparkles below, tiny white houses dotting the cliffs in the distance.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, voice full of wonder. “Look at that.”

He chuckles, his gaze soft and amused, “Baby, we’re still on the plane.”

“I know,” you sigh dramatically, turning back to him. “But still. Greece! Our first trip together! Just you and me for seven whole days.”

Jungkook smirks, teasing, “What if I'm gonna get sick of you?”

You scoff, nudging his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now, Jeon.”

He exhales, grinning like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The past four years had been beautiful, but between work schedules, deadlines, and life, you barely got time to just be together.

But this time? it’s just you and him. Jungkook hums, fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. “I think I could get used to this.”

------------------ Day 1

The moment you step inside, your eyes take in the breathtaking suite. White-washed walls, soft linen curtains swaying from the sea breeze, a private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Jungkook watches you, arms crossed, fondness written all over his face.

“This is so nice,” you gush, spinning to face him. “I don’t think I’ll ever wanna leave.”

Jungkook sets the luggage down, smirking. “Well, we have a week.”

Your smile grows. Something in your chest feels so warm. You turn to him, eyes gleaming. “What should we do first?”

Jungkook steps closer, voice low and playful. “Hmm. I can think of a few things.”

You shove his chest, laughing, “Yah Jeon, behave.” He chuckles, arms wrapping lazily around your waist, pulling you in. “No promises, baby.”

----

You practically bounce on your feet as you slip on your sandals, the soft sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of your hotel room. “Okay, okay, I’m ready!” you chirp, spinning to face Jungkook, who is still leaning against the doorframe, watching you with pure amusement.

His arms are crossed, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Are you sure? Because you’ve been ‘ready’ for the last fifteen minutes.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag. “I am! Let’s goo”

Jungkook doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him, his nose brushing against yours.

His voice drops, teasing. “You’re really just trusting me with everything, huh?”

You nod immediately. “Of course. You’re the planner, I’m just here to have fun.” Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers trailing lazily up your arm.

He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips. It’s warm. Sweet. Dangerously distracting.

You blink up at him, refusing to fall for it. “Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t take me outside in the next ten seconds, I’m leaving you here.”

He laughs—full, rich, and so effortlessly attractive—before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Alright, alright,” dropping a quick kiss to your temple. “Let’s go.”

And with his fingers laced through yours, he leads you out—the two of you finally stepping into your first day in Greece.

The scent of fresh-baked bread, sweet honey pastries filling the air as you and Jungkook wander through the bustling market. Your fingers brush against the beautifully painted souvenirs, woven baskets, your eyes wide with excitement.

“Jungkook, look at these!” you gasp, holding up a tiny, hand-carved olive wood frog.

He chuckles, watching you with pure amusement. “You don’t even like frogs.”

You scowl. “Yeah, but look at his little face.”

Jungkook shakes his head, ruffling your hair before grabbing the frog figurine and paying for it without a second thought.

You blink. “I wasn’t actually gonna—”

“Too late,” he smirks, handing it to you. “Now it’s yours.”

Before you can respond, the scent of something sweet and buttery hits your nose, making you immediately turn toward a food stall.

You grin. “We have to try those.”

The vendor hands over a small plate, and before you can even grab a piece, Jungkook picks one up and holds it to your lips.

Your eyes narrow. “You’re feeding me now?”

“Open.”

You roll your eyes but let him feed you, the sweet layers melting on your tongue. A small hum of satisfaction escapes you before you glance at Jungkook.

“Good, huh?” he smirks.

Instead of answering, you take another piece, holding it up like you’re about to feed him.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in. “See? You like it when I—”

But before he can finish, you smirk and pop the piece into your own mouth instead. You burst out laughing, wiping a crumb from your lip. “Tastes good.”

Jungkook gapes at you, half-glaring, half-amused. “You little—”

Before he can finish, you grab his wrist and drag him toward the next stall, giggling.

“We have so much more to eat,” you sing-song.

Jungkook lets you pull him away, shaking his head with amusement.

The market fades behind you as you and Jungkook wander through the winding streets, hand in hand.

The air is warm, salt-kissed from the ocean breeze, and the soft sound of distant waves crashes below the cliffs. White-washed buildings, blue domes line the path, vibrant bougainvillea flowers spilling over terraces.

Jungkook squeezes your hand lightly. “Still trusting my planning skills?”

You grin. “So far, you’re doing great, boyfriend.”

He chuckles, his dimple peeking out, and just when you turn to admire the view—Click.

You blink. “Did you just take my picture?”

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s holding up his phone, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Yup.”

You narrow your eyes, stepping closer. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.” He smirks, slipping the phone into his pocket.

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

He laughs, stepping back just as you lunge for his phone.

“Oh, baby, don’t even try,” he teases, holding it high above his head, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

You huff, glaring up at him. “What if I looked bad?”

Jungkook stands confident. So annoyingly sure of himself.

“You looked perfect.”He says it so easily, like a fact, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. For a second, you forget what you were even mad about.

Jungkook grins, clearly noticing your reaction. “What? No comeback?”

You snap out of it and quickly grab your phone, flipping the camera. “Okay, if you’re gonna take pictures of me, I’m getting yours too.”

Jungkook doesn’t protest as you start clicking away—a mix of stolen shots and silly ones.

“Okay, now pose,” you instruct, biting your lip to stop your smile.

Jungkook scoffs but obeys, shoving his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, looking effortlessly model-like.

You pause. “That’s unfair.”

“What?”

“You just naturally look good in every picture.”

He laughs, stepping closer. “Says you?”

Before you can argue, he pulls you in, flipping the camera to selfie mode. “Let’s take some together,” he murmurs.

And just like that, you spend the next ten minutes giggling, making faces, taking videos. Jungkook kisses your cheek in one, in another, he makes you laugh so hard your eyes disappear.

The pictures—some blurry, some too close, some candid. but when you look at them later, you realize they’re perfect in every way that matters.

----

The sun is lower in the sky now, everything's in warm shades of gold as you and Jungkook walk along the soft, white sand. Your sandals dangle from your fingers, the ocean breeze cooling your skin.

Jungkook is beside you, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his other tucked into his pocket as he watches the tide roll in.

“Okay,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. “This might be the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook hums, glancing at you instead of the view. “Yeah. It really is.”

You turn to look at him—only to find him already looking at you.

Before you can overthink it, something catches your eye—a small wooden stall set up just a little ahead, tucked beneath the shade of a few palm trees.

“What’s that?” You tug on Jungkook’s hand, pulling him toward it.

The stall is lined with handmade jewelry, delicate silver and gold pieces glinting in the fading sunlight. Small sea-glass pendants, braided anklets, thin rings on display.

“Ohh, these are cute,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bands.

Jungkook watches as you casually slip one onto your finger, admiring how it looks before turning to him with a grin.

“Should we get matching ones?” you joke, wiggling your fingers.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Matching rings?”

“Yeah, why not?” you tease. “It’ll be like a little vacation memory.”

Jungkook hums, studying the rings for a moment before wordlessly picking one up. Without hesitation, he takes your hand, slipping it onto your finger himself.

Your breath catches. You glance at him, expecting a smirk, some teasing remark—but he’s quiet. Focused.

The ring fits perfectly.

Jungkook’s gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for a second, neither of you say anything.

“Guess we’re married now,” he quips, breaking the silence with a cheeky grin.

You snort, shoving his shoulder. “You’re so dumb.”

But just as you’re about to make another joke, you pause. because Jungkook is still looking at the rings.

And before you can ask, he casually grabs another one—the exact same design—and slips it onto his own finger.

He lifts his hand beside yours, comparing them. “Now we match,” he hums, completely unbothered, making your heart stumble.

----

You collapse onto the bed, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles, setting his phone down before joining you, his body warm and solid beside yours.

Jungkook lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers, the ring glinting under the dim lights.

“So,” he muses, voice low and playful. “How does it feel to be my wife for seven days?"

You snort, rolling over to face him. “Delusional.”

Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling, before pulling you into his chest. “You love it.”

You hum, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe.”

His hand finds yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing over the band on your finger.

Neither of you take the rings off.

Neither of you even think about it.

------------------- Day 2

The warm afternoon sun bathes the streets as you and Jungkook browse a small outdoor market. Small shops, displays filled with handcrafted goods and souvenirs.

You stop at a small stall, admiring intricately painted ceramic plates. An older woman, the vendor, smiles at you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she says, her accent thick with warmth.

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! My husband and I are visiting for the first time.”

Jungkook chokes on his water.

You hear him cough violently beside you, his hand gripping the bottle like it betrayed him.

The vendor laughs. “Ah, newlyweds?”

“Oh, yes,” you continue smoothly, holding Jungkook’s arm. “We’re having the best time. He planned everything so perfectly.”

You feel him staring at you—his entire existence malfunctioning in real-time.

The woman smiles warmly at Jungkook. “A good husband always takes care of his wife.”

Jungkook clears his throat.

“Oh—uh, yeah,” he mutters. “That’s… me.”

You beam, squeezing his arm. “He’s really amazing. Very thoughtful.”

Jungkook’s ears turn pink.

Once the woman turns away to wrap up your purchase, he leans down, voice low.

“Do you hear yourself?” he mutters.

You grin, still holding onto his arm “What? I’m just staying in character. You said we're married soo...we'll be a happy married couple throughout this trip.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, shaking his head but smiling.

“Oh my god.”

----

Jungkook immediately drops onto the bed, groaning as he stretches his arms above his head.

You plop down beside him, nudging his side. “Tired, husband?”

He groans louder, covering his face with his hands. “If you call me that one more time…”

You grin, rolling onto your stomach to face him. “What? That’s what you are.”

Jungkook peeks at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “You’re having too much fun with this.”

You hum, twisting your ring on your finger absentmindedly. “You should too. I mean, you’re already wearing the ring. You might as well act the part.”

Jungkook lifts his hand, inspecting the matching band on his finger. He’s silent for a moment, before—

“I should start calling you ‘wifey’ then, huh?”

Your eyes snap to his face, and—yup. He’s smirking.

“Don't you dare,” you mutter, sitting up immediately.

Jungkook grins wider, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wifey, can you get me some water?”

“I will pour it on your face.”

He laughs, absolutely loving this. “Wifey, should we get couple bathrobes too?”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it.

Jungkook wheezes, rolling away from your attack before bolting up from the bed.

“Okay, okay! I’m going for a swim,” he calls out, grabbing a towel.

You glare at him, crossing your arms. “You’re banned from speaking for the next hour.”

Jungkook grins. “That’s okay.”

With zero shame, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing every defined muscle and tattoo.

Jungkook walks out to the pool—leaving you sitting there, absolutely speechless.

----

The water is cool against your skin, the evening air warm, as you float lazily in the pool. The view of the twinkling lights stretches out beyond the infinity edge.

Jungkook is across from you, leaning against the pool’s edge, his arms resting on the surface, watching you with that look.

The same one from earlier. like he’s amused. Maybe a little dangerous.

You try to ignore it, focusing on the soft ripples in the water.

A small wave splashes against your stomach. Your eyes snap up. Jungkook is still there, expression unreadable. But his fingers, barely submerged, are moving.

You narrow your eyes splashing a wave back without hesitation.

Jungkook gasps, dramatically wiping his face. “Oh, you wanna play?”

Before you can react, he swiftly moves, strong, closing the space between you in seconds.

Your breath catches as his hands find your waist, pulling you against him in the water.

“You’re really pushing your luck, wifey,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

Your hands find his shoulders, fingers pressing into firm, wet skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, husband?”

Jungkook grins, kissing you.

The water ripples around you as he pulls you even closer, one hand firm on your hip, the other tracing up your spine. His lips move slow, consuming, his breath mixing with yours.

You let out a small gasp, fingers curling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, making you feel lightheaded.

He lifts you. Just enough for your legs to wrap around his waist, water dripping between you as his lips trail down your throat.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, heat pooling low, desire crashing into you like the waves beyond.

“Jungkook—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, voice rough, pressed against your skin. “Let me take care of my wife.”

-------------------- Day 3

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir slightly, but before you can move, a strong arm tightens around your waist.

A deep grumble vibrates against your back. “Where are you going?”

You smile sleepily. “Nowhere.”

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, his voice raspy with sleep. “Good. Stay.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your bare skin, warm, possessive. You hum, relaxing into his touch, “Why are you so tired?

Jungkook grunts. “Because my wife wore me out last night.”

Your face heats instantly. “Oh my god—”

He chuckles, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder. “Mmm. You liked it.”

You turn to glare at him, but he’s already smirking.

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love it,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your temple.

You pretend to protest, but honestly?

You could stay like this forever.

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The climb isn’t too long, but the slight incline has you huffing just a little.

“Jungkook, are we almost there?” you ask, pushing back a strand of hair as the warm breeze kisses your skin.

Jungkook, walking ahead effortlessly, doesn’t even look winded. He glances back at you with a smirk. “Tired already, wife?”

You narrow your eyes. “You dragged me up here. I should’ve just—”

You stop mid-sentence, sighing dramatically. Jungkook chuckles. Without another word, he crouches down in front of you, patting his back.

You blink. “What are you doing?”

He tilts his head. “What does it look like? Get on.”

Your lips twitch. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly—”

Jungkook turns slightly, raising a brow. “Did I stutter?”

You giggle, placing your hands on his shoulders before hopping onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook adjusts his grip on your thighs, lifting you with ease.

And just like that—he carries you up the trail like you weigh nothing.

You press your cheek against his, grinning. “You’re really strong, huh?”

Jungkook hums. “You’re really lucky, huh?”

Laughing, you pepper soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, his temple.

Jungkook exhales sharply. “Y/n.”

You blink innocently. “What?”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’re distracting me.”

You laugh against his skin. “What, can’t handle a few kisses?”

Jungkook’s grip on you tightens slightly, his voice dropping just a little lower.

“Keep testing me, wifey.”

You don’t get a chance to respond—because before you know it, you’ve reached the top.

And when Jungkook finally sets you down, he doesn’t let go immediately.

Instead, he lifts his phone, angling the camera before pulling you close against his side.

“Say wifeyyy.”

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

You still say it. and when you peek at the screen—the view behind you is breathtaking. But the way Jungkook is looking at you in the frame?

His gaze is soft, lingering—something deep. Like he’s seeing something even more beautiful than the world around him.

---------------------- Day 4

Jungkook walks beside you, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, looking effortlessly cool—until you drag him straight into a clothing store.

“You’re making me shop?” he groans.

You grin, already browsing. “Of course.”

Jungkook exhales, resigned. “Fine. But if I’m suffering, I get to rate your choices.”

And just like that, he ends up sitting on one of those plush chairs outside the fitting room, watching you like this is some kind of mission. You try on a few outfits, twirling in front of him.

Jungkook’s commentary is pure chaos.

“Too frilly.” “Too serious.”

“That one makes you look like a cute little menace—get it.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Eventually, you pick out two dresses, and a jacket for your boyfriend.

No.

Husband.

At the counter, you pull out your card, ready to pay—only for Jungkook to casually slide his in before you can react.

“Jungkook—”

“Got it.” He says it so effortlessly, like it’s nothing.

You stare at him. “I was paying.”

Jungkook shrugs, grabbing the bags. “Not when I’m here.”

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can—

The cashier smiles warmly. “You have a very thoughtful boyfriend.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”

The cashier’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, I’m so sorry—”

You smile sweetly. “He’s my husband.”

The cashier relaxes, “Ohh! You two make a lovely couple.”

You squeeze Jungkook’s arm, pressing close. “Thank you! He’s the sweetest hubby, really.”

Jungkook just stands there. Blinking.

The cashier laughs. “You’re a lucky woman.”

You beam, looking up at Jungkook. “I know.”

The moment you step outside, he leans down, murmuring lowly.

“You did that on purpose.”

You grin. “And?”

Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

Your arms are full of shopping bags, and Jungkook is carrying even more.

“You have a problem,” he groans, adjusting the bags on his arms.

You grin, unfazed. “Correction: we have a problem.”

Jungkook exhales dramatically. “I need a refund on this marriage.”

You gasp, clutching your chest. “How dare you? After all we’ve been through?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. “Come on, let’s find food before you convince me to adopt a souvenir shop.”

----

The night market buzzes with life—Fairy lights and lanterns glow overhead, casting a golden hue as soft music drifts through the lively streets.

You and Jungkook wander through the crowd, sharing bites of food, laughing as he tries to steal yours.

You pause by a musician playing a soft acoustic song, his voice melting into the warm night.

You turn to Jungkook immediately.

His eyes narrow. “No.”

You bat your lashes, pouting. “Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, nudging him relentlessly.

“No.”

Puppy eyes.

Jungkook groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”

He swears under his breath before finally stepping forward. “You owe me,” he mutters.

The musician grins, strumming the guitar as Jungkook casually leans in and starts singing.

His voice melts into the night, smooth and effortless, blending perfectly with the melody. Conversations quiet, heads turn, people pause to listen.

You watch in awe, your heart tripping over itself.

Jungkook, who claimed he didn’t want to sing, looks completely in his element.

By the time the song ends, the small crowd cheers and claps—and Jungkook glances at you, shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but he’s smiling.

You beam, grabbing his hand. “And you’re amazing.”

Jungkook lets you pull him away, fingers intertwined, the warmth of the night wrapping around you both.

------------------- Day 5

The small cooking studio is bright and welcoming, filled with the scent of fresh, warm bread.

Jungkook snickers as you struggle with your apron. “Are you already losing?”

You glare. “Shut up.”

He grins, effortlessly tying his own. “You sure you don’t want to just let me cook?”

“Nope,” you're determined.

Jungkook just laughs, clearly amused.

The class begins, and predictably— you’re a disaster.

Your dough refuses to knead properly, your vegetables are questionably chopped.

Jungkook, of course, is thriving.

“I can’t believe I’m married to this,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head.

You elbow him. “EXCUSE ME?”

He smirks, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, wifey. I’ll make sure we don’t starve.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips a little at the way he says it.

Midway through the class, Jungkook’s phone vibrates.

“Work,” he mutters, frowning. “I’ll be quick. Don’t burn the place down.”

You wave him off. “Go, go.”

With Jungkook distracted, Jay—the instructor—steps over your station to help.

“How’s it going over here?”

You laugh sheepishly, “Terrible. I think I’ve offended the cooking gods.”

Jay laughs. “You’re not that bad.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, yeah, this is pretty bad,” he grins.

“Try using less force,” he suggests, guiding your hands gently.

You try again, still failing miserably.

“Okay, maybe a little more force than that.”

You groan in frustration, but it only makes him grin.

“At least you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.

You laugh, shaking your head.

Jungkook returns just in time to see you laughing easily, comfortably—with the instructor.

He steps back beside you, sliding an arm around your waist effortlessly.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asks.

You blink up at him. Sweetheart?

Jay nods. “We were just fixing the dough.”

Jungkook hums, but his hand stays on you.

For the rest of the lesson, he’s suddenly way too attentive. Helping you, adjusting your apron, calling you ‘wife’ three times in five minutes.

Oh, you know exactly what’s happening.

And honestly? You love it.

----

The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The evening air carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Jungkook walks ahead, leading you toward a parked motorbike.

“Wait. You—”

Jungkook swings his leg over the seat effortlessly, grinning as he pats the space behind him. “Get on.”

Your eyes widen. “Jungkook. Where did you even get this?”

He smirks. “Rented it.”

You stare. “When?”

He shrugs, slipping his sunglasses on. “Had some free time.”

You cross your arms. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Jungkook chuckles, reaching for your wrist and pulling you closer. “It’s a surprise, baby. Now, come on.”

Jungkook pats the seat again, smirking. “Scared?”

You narrow your eyes. “Not even a little.”

Swinging your leg over, you settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Jungkook hums in approval, his hands resting on yours.

“Hold on tight.”

The bike roars to life, wheels kicking up dust as he speeds down the open road.

Wind rushes through your hair, the world blurring around you in a mixture of colors and motion.

You gasp, laughing as you tighten your hold on him. “Jungkook—!”

He laughs too, a sound so free, so full of joy, that it makes your chest tighten.

“Like it?” he shouts over the wind.

You press your cheek against his back, grinning against the fabric of his shirt. “I love it!”

Jungkook grins too. And then—he speeds up.

You squeal, tightening your grip. “Jungkook, slow down!”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

You huff, smacking his stomach lightly.

Jungkook laughs, slowing just a little.

He rides for a while, taking you through winding coastal roads, past cliffs overlooking the sea, the salty air mixing with the scent of his cologne.

He leads you both to a secluded viewpoint overlooking the ocean.

The view is breathtaking—endless ocean stretching toward the horizon, the sun dipping lower, turning the water into molten gold.

You don’t even realize you’re still holding onto him.

Jungkook turns slightly, his voice lower now. “You can let go, you know.”

You nuzzle against his shoulder. “Don’t want to.”

His fingers gently brush against yours.

Then, a whisper, almost lost in the sound of the waves.

“Then don’t.”

------------------- Day 6

You wake up expecting another fun day of exploring, but something feels different. Jungkook is way too calm. No teasing smirks. No cryptic questions.

Just casual, relaxed Jungkook, who kisses your forehead and says, “Let’s just take it easy today.”

Huh?

You squint at him. This man has been planning every second of this trip and now he suddenly wants to ‘take it easy’?

But okay, fine.

You two spend the day strolling around, checking out small shops. and every time you try to read his expression, he just smiles.

Like he knows something you don’t.

By late afternoon, you can’t take it anymore. You stop in your tracks and grab his arm. “Jungkook, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pretending to be clueless.

“You’re… too normal?”

He snorts. “And that’s suspicious?”

“VERY.”

Jungkook just laughs and pulls you into a hug. “Baby, relax. Just enjoy the day, yeah?”

You narrow your eyes, suspicious as ever, but decide to let it go.

As you head back to the hotel, Jungkook casually says, “Oh, by the way, be ready by 7.”

Oh. Okay??

So here you are standing in front of the mirror, holding up two dresses.

Jungkook’s lack of details has you overthinking. What exactly are you dressing for? Something fancy? Something casual?

With a sigh, you call out, “Jungkook, help me pick.”

He walks over, eyes flicking between the two options. “Try them on.”

You huff. “Can’t you just choose?”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Nope. I wanna see.”

Rolling your eyes, you slip into the first dress—a soft, elegant choice. Pretty, but… safe.

You step out, twirling slightly. “This?”

Jungkook hums, tilting his head. “It’s nice.”

Nice?

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He bites back a grin. “Try the other one.”

You sigh but change into the second dress—a sleeveless, ankle-length beauty. fitted at the top, flowing softly down your waist, hugging you in all the right places.

You step out, smoothing the fabric "This one?”

His eyes drag over you, slower this time. His lips part slightly, but no words come out.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well?”

Jungkook swallows, his voice lower. “Yeah. That one.”

You smirk, turning back to the mirror. “Thought so.”

----

Jungkook leads you outside, where a sleek, black car is already waiting.

You blink, surprised. “Wait… you booked a private car?”

Jungkook grins, opening the door for you. “Of course. Only the best for my wife.”

You roll your eyes, getting in, biting back a small smile.

As the car glides through the city, Jungkook’s hand finds yours, thumb tracing small circles.

You glance at him. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nope.”

You huff dramatically. “I hate you.”

Jungkook just smirks, leaning closer. “No, you don’t.”

It doesn't take long when the car pulls up to the venue. He opens the door for you.

“We’re here,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers.

You step out, and your breath catches instantly. The place is breathtaking. Not extravagant, not overwhelming—just perfect.

The entrance is lined with soft, golden lights. Delicate floral arrangements fill the space, their scent carried by the evening breeze. The tables are set with warm candlelight, elegant yet cozy decor, the entire atmosphere radiating love.

It’s exactly what you’d love.

You turn to him, eyes wide with awe. “Jungkook…”

He watches you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.

“You like it?” he asks softly.

Your chest tightens. “Like it? It’s.. beautiful.”

Jungkook grins, leading you inside.

But as you take it all in, you speak softly, “You shouldn’t have spent so much..”

Jungkook stops, turning to you. His brows furrow slightly, as if he doesn’t understand. With a small chuckle, he leans in, his voice gentle.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Do you really think I wouldn’t give you the world if I could?”

Your heart stumbles. A small smile making to your face.

Jungkook pulls out your chair, helping you settle before taking his seat across from you. The soft candlelight flickers between you, casting a golden glow over his features.

And the way he’s looking at you? Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room.

You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “You’re staring.”

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah.”

Your heart stumbles.

The conversation flows easily—laughter, teasing, deep moments that make your chest tighten. And just when you think the night couldn’t get any more romantic, Jungkook stands, offering his hand.

“Dance with me?”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Here?”

He nods toward the open space, where soft music plays in the background. “Why not?”

You hesitate for half a second before slipping your hand into his. Jungkook guides you effortlessly, his touch firm yet gentle. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, swaying to the soft melody.

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek pressing against his chest.

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs.

Your heart melts.

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “I love you, too.”

Jungkook’s smile softens before he leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips.

Everything else fades.

It’s just you, him, and the feeling of being completely and utterly loved.

----

The ride back to the hotel is quiet, comfortable—Jungkook’s fingers lazily tracing patterns on your palm as he holds your hand.

Once inside the room, you kick off your heels, sighing dramatically.

Jungkook chuckles. “Tired?”

You turn to him, smirking. “Emotionally, yes. My husband was incredibly romantic tonight. It was overwhelming.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears turn pink. “Shut up.”

You gasp. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”

He groans, grabbing your waist and pulling you into bed with him.

You yelp, laughing as you land against his chest.

His arms lock around you, holding you close. “Stop talking.”

You grin against his skin. “Never.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically, but his grip tightens.

You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at him softly, “Seriously, though… tonight was perfect. Thank you.”

His gaze softens. “Anything for you, baby.”

Your heart melts as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.

Jungkook presses a lazy kiss to your forehead.

------------------- Day 7

From the moment you wake up, there’s a heaviness in your chest.

It’s the last day of your trip.

Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight back home, and this dream-like escape with Jungkook will be just… a memory.

You sigh, leaning into his warmth. “I don’t want this to end.”

Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your temple. “We still have the whole day, baby.”

You both decide to just walk..with no specific destination in mind, hand in hand, strolling through the streets, weaving through flower stalls, sharing street food, laughing at nothing. The weather is perfect—bright but breezy, the sky painted in soft blues and wisps of white clouds.

Everywhere you turn, there are vibrant flowers in bloom, colors bursting against the golden buildings.

Jungkook squeezes your hand. “Happy?”

You look up at him, feeling the sun, the wind, the warmth of his palm against yours.

“Very.”

You don’t know how long you walk. Until—You turn a corner—

An open, breathtaking garden.

Sprawling fields of flowers in every shade imaginable. The gentle breeze carries their scent, petals dancing in the wind.

And the sunset—oh, the sunset. Burning gold, soft pinks, and deep purples, stretching endlessly into the horizon.

“...Wow.”

You step forward instinctively, tugging Jungkook’s hand, drawn to the beauty before you.

Your fingers graze the petals of a flower, eyes wide with childlike wonder.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

Because he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you. The way your hair moves with the wind, strands catching the golden light. The way your lips part slightly in awe, the way your eyes shine with pure happiness.

His chest tightens, something deep and unshakable settling in his heart.

He clicks his camera. Capturing you—this moment, this feeling. The shutter sound makes you turn around, still grinning.

“Kook, this place is amazing, isn’t it?”

Jungkook steps forward, silently plucking a small flower from a nearby bush. gently tucking it behind your ear.

You laugh lightly at the gesture—until you notice his expression.

He’s just… watching you.

So much love in his eyes, so much depth—like he’s seeing something more than just this moment. The laughter fades. He leans in without a word.

A soft kiss. Slow. So full of emotion that your heart aches. When he pulls away, you whisper against his lips, breathless. "What was that for?”

Jungkook’s gaze holds yours. He smiles, voice barely above a whisper.

“Just like that.”

----

As the sun lowers into the horizon you're back to the beach, golden hues, the waves lapping gently at the shore.

You and Jungkook sit side by side on the sand, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in it.

His arm rests behind you, his presence warm and comforting. Neither of you speaks much—there’s no need to. The silence is peaceful, filled only by the sound of the waves and the distant laughter of kids playing nearby.

Jungkook glances at you, softly smiling. “Feeling better?”

You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Today was perfect.”

He presses a kiss to your hair. “Good.”

You both sit there, soaking in the moment, something you never want to forget.

Your attention shifts to the group of kids laughing a little ways down the beach.

Something about their pure, carefree joy makes you smile.

You’re standing up, dusting the sand off your dress.

“I’ll be back.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Where are you—”

But you’re already walking toward the kids.

Jungkook stays seated, watching as you crouch down to talk to them, as they giggle, as you laugh with them.

Watching as your eyes shine with excitement, your hair catching the evening light, your smile so full of warmth it makes something deep inside him ache.

His chest feels… tight, full. Happy in a way that words can’t describe.

You fully immerse yourself in the game they’re playing, running around, helping them build something in the sand, laughing like a child yourself.

Jungkook can’t take his eyes off you.

After a while, you lean down, whispering something to one of the kids.

The said kid rushes toward him, stopping right in front of him with big, excited eyes.

“Your wife wants to know if you want to play with us!”

Jungkook blinks.

Then—he chuckles, shaking his head, completely endeared.

“Wife, huh?” he muses, standing up and dusting off his pants.

The boy nods eagerly. “She said you have to say yes.”

Jungkook sighs dramatically. “Of course she did.”

But he’s already walking toward you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Didn’t even spare the kids, huh?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist playfully.

You grin up at him. “Nope.”

Jungkook shakes his head, but he’s smiling—smiling so, so much.

For the next hour, the two of you run through the sand, playing, laughing, losing yourselves in the moment.

Jungkook picks up a kid, spins them around, their giggles echoing through the air. You chase another, only to get caught yourself, falling onto the sand in a fit of laughter. And through it all—Jungkook watches you. His heart aching with love, with something deeper, something infinite.

Because this?

This is what happiness feels like.

The walk back to the hotel is quiet, peaceful—your hearts still full from the evening.

As soon as you step inside, you both head to the bathroom, washing off the sand. Jungkook runs a towel through his damp hair, watching as you step out first.

You make your way to the mirror, fingers reaching up to remove your earrings. Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Your eyes fall to his hand—the matching ring on his finger. Then to yours. You chuckle softly, turning in his embrace.

"Our fake marriage ends tonight,” you tease, holding up your hand.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker, something unreadable passing through them.

He exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lifting your hand to his lips. “We still have a few hours left.”

His voice is low, filled with something that makes your breath catch.

He kisses you. Slow—like he’s memorizing the way you taste, the way you feel, the way this moment exists.

Jungkook’s hands trail down your back, feather-light, deliberate.

You feel the slow unzip of your dress. You shudder, anticipation curling in your stomach, making your breath hitch.

His lips stay on yours, teasing, soft, even as his fingers push the fabric off your shoulders. The silk slides down your arms, skimming your skin before pooling at your feet.

Jungkook leans back slightly, his darkened gaze sweeping over you. His tongue flicks over his lips, jaw tightening.

You feel warmth creep up your neck. “Jungkook…”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re shy?”

“Shut up,” you breathe.

He chuckles, shaking his head, but his hands are already lifting you effortlessly. You gasp softly as he carries you to the bed, his grip firm, steady.

Jungkook lays you down gently, hovering above you, his fingers gliding over your skin—his lips follow, trailing soft kisses from your collarbone, across your chest, moving lower. Jungkook takes his time. His mouth brushes against your skin—slow, reverent.

His hands map every curve, every dip, every part of you that he wants to claim. You writhe beneath him, warmth spreading through your body, your fingers threading through his hair.

He looks up, his gaze locking with yours, something intense flickering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky, thick with emotion.

Heat coils in your stomach, your heart hammering.

Jungkook smirks softly. “Still shy?”

You bite your lip, refusing to answer, but he just chuckles. Jungkook’s fingers trail down your spine, teasing.

His lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking lightly as his hands slide to your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease.

The fabric falls away, and his hot mouth lashes onto your breast, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing.

A gasp escapes you, your back arching into him. His hand already trailing lower, over your stomach, between your thighs. His fingers press over your soaked panties, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Your hips lift slightly, desperate for more. Jungkook smirks against your skin, pushing your panties aside before slipping his fingers through your folds.

His touch is gentle but firm, working you open, drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging. “-kook…” His name falls from your lips, breathy, desperate.

That seems to snap something in him. He pulls his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss. You reach for his t-shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He pulls it over his head, revealing golden skin, hard muscles, the sculpted lines of his chest.

Your hands immediately roam over his torso, feeling every ridge, every flex beneath your touch.

He kisses you again, claiming. As his lips move against yours, you lower your hand, palming him through his pants. Jungkook groans against your mouth, his hips twitching at your touch. Tugging at his waistband, you push his pants down, and he helps, kicking them off.

Your fingers wrap around his thick, heavy length, stroking slowly. Jungkook shudders, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. His hand moves between your legs again, teasing your entrance, feeling just how ready you are.

You grab him, lining him up at your entrance. Jungkook’s gaze meets yours, dark, burning. Your body stretches, molding to fit him perfectly as he pushes in.

A moan rips from your throat, but Jungkook swallows it, his lips pressing against yours. He moves slow, savoring every second, letting you feel everything.

One hand strokes your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You part your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly.

Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly, his jaw tightening. His pace quickens, thrusts deep and deliberate, every movement pushing you closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches—marks that he welcomes.

“I—I'm close,” you whimper, body trembling beneath him.

Jungkook’s breath is ragged, his forehead pressed to yours. “Hold it,” he rasps, his voice raw.

Your body trembles beneath him, every nerve overwhelmed as Jungkook keeps his slow, deep thrusts steady. His breath is hot against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

Your fingers clutch his back, nails dragging over his skin, and he groans, hips stuttering for a moment. “Jungkook-,” you gasp, legs tightening around his waist.

You whimper, toes curling, mind blurring.

Jungkook leans down, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, swallowing your moans. His thumb trails between your bodies, finding that sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

You arch into him, body tightening.

“Now,” he breathes, voice low, commanding. “Come with me, baby.”

He thrusts deep, hitting exactly where you need him. Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you, moans spilling from your lips as you fall apart beneath him.

Jungkook groans deeply, burying his face in your neck as his release follows, hips jerking, his body shaking with the force of it.

He holds you so tight, as if trying to keep this moment frozen in time. Both of you pant heavily, bodies tangled together, skin sticky with sweat.

Jungkook stays inside you, his weight warm, loving.

His arms wrap snugly around your waist, pressing slow, lazy kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach.

Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, trailing softly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

Your heart is still racing. After a moment, he lifts his head, his dark eyes finding yours, heavy with something deep, something endless.

You smile, tired but content. “What?”

Jungkook just stares, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers trace soft, absentminded patterns over your skin, the other still intertwined with yours.

He speaks, softer than a whisper, almost like an afterthought, “Do you want to marry me again after this trip?”

A soft, breathless laugh escapes you. “What?”

Jungkook doesn’t waver. His hold tightens slightly, thumb brushing against your knuckles. A little more hesitant, but still so full of love—

“Do you want to marry me, Y/N?”

The weight of his words settles over you—warm, overwhelming, all-consuming.

Your lips part slightly, heart stuttering.

But then—you realize something.

You stare at him for a moment, and then, to his surprise, a soft chuckle slips past your lips.

Jungkook’s brows furrow slightly, confused.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, biting your lip, eyes twinkling. “Did you really just propose to me in this situation?”

His ears turn red instantly. A soft groan escapes him as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Just answer,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.

Your chest tightens—so full of warmth, so full of love you can barely contain it.

Cupping his face, you bite back a bigger smile, your voice soft,—

“Don’t you already know the answer?”

Jungkook’s breath catches. He murmurs, softer this time.

“I want to hear it.”

You pull him down, your lips brushing against his as you whisper—

“Yes. I’ll marry you again, husband.”

His breath shudders—something raw, something so full of love it nearly breaks you.

He's kissing you.

Slow. Endless.

Like a promise, like a vow, like something unbreakable. His hands tighten around yours, fingers lacing together.

Your matching rings glinting under the dim light.

Blending together.

Like fate. Like love.

Like something that was meant to be all along.

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[shouyuus]

vi who sleeps in nothing but a pair of boxers/plaid pants (coz she runs super hot)...good luck trying to get any sleeping done next to allat ( . 人 . )

right. we are so back (i say, as if i've fucking gone anywhere except or being chronically online here writing vi fics) but pls put ur hands together for the original shirtless sleeper vi anon; our one tru savior who spawned all those topless vi hcs

18+, nip mention, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

vi, who runs super fucking hot all the time, sleeps in nothing but boxers or boy shorts, always kicks the blankets off the bed. before you got together, you'd sometimes find her passed out on the couch in the living room, snoring, her shirt rucked all the way up, her abs out on full display, on hand thrown over her head, the other dangling off the edge of the couch.

you've had to wake her up more than once, tug her over your shoulders, and half-drag, half-walk her to her own bedroom, dumping her on the bed, coaxing her into a semi-normal sleeping position before tucking her in.

but the next morning, when you'd wake up to check on her, you'd always find her somehow with all the sheets thrown off her (even in the dead of winter), and her shirt magically discarded somewhere on her floor, her torso bare, her nipple rings glinting in the morning light seeping in from the cracks between her eternally closed blinds.

sometimes, you'd linger over the sleeping shape of her, a stupid little indulgent smile on your lips as you sigh and walk back out of the room.

now that you're together though, it's even worse (and by that i mean better) bc she's a cuddler, you know she is. and she loves wrapping herself around you when she sleeps, digging her nose into the nape of your neck if she's big spoon, or just curling herself over your body, her leg thrown over both of yours, one of her arms looped around your middle --

except she's a human furnace, and in the summers, you've already got the ac blasting, but somehow its still not enough, and you always wake up in the middle of the night, skin sticky with a thin layer of sweat, trying to get some air. but when you try to roll away from her, she'd always whine and chase you, pull you back tighter into her arms, nuzzle against your cheek and mumble something about not leaving her.

"vi -- i'm not going anywhere, i'm just sweating --"

"mm... turn the ac up more..."

"okay, but you have to let me go first."

"mmm.... don't wanna..."

but the fact that her tits are rubbing up against your arm, her nipple rings cool along your skin -- you shiver, and she chuckles.

"can't be that hot if you're shivering like that."

you groan; she sounds way more awake now than a second ago. fuck.

"j-just -- lemme go turn down the ac --"

"don't -- i'm comfy." she locks you into her chest, her nose pressing into your cheek as she ghosts her lips over your skin. you can't help the tiny whimper that squeezes out of your throat.

you've got a quiz tomorrow (technically, later on today since it's like 4am in the morning) in fluid mechanics and you really can't be losing sleep like this but --

vi's already shifting, twisting you towards her, cupping your cheek to turn your face. your lips meet and you know it's a lost cause to try and resist.

"c'mon pretty girl -- spread those legs for me -- gotta work up a sweat first if you wanna cool down after, right?" she says as she tugs your legs open with one of her ankles hooked over yours, keeping your leg pinned beneath hers as her free hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties.

needless to say, you don't get much sleep for the rest of the night. you still manage to make it to your fluid mechanics class the next day, and the quiz goes... okay. but your ac bill is really really way too high that month.

[essiemclaren]

accidentally in love

Charles' friends thought it’d be hilarious to bid on his behalf at a Valentine’s charity auction. Now he’s stuck on a date with his worst enemy—and somehow, against all odds, he’s actually having fun.

charles' chat with his friends

charles' post on twitter/x

reader's post on twitter/x

charles making it official because we all know he's whipped for reader <3

a/n: hope u guys like this bc i’m suffering rn 💔 my period is beating my ass but valentines is near so i had to deliver… consider this my love letter to unhinged enemies-to-lovers content. enjoy!!!

also if you see some mistakes, no you didn't ❤️

[harrywavycurly]

Worth the Fight: Hand Flex

Masterlist: Here

CW: Crying (like multiple moments of crying lol), pregnancy symptoms, one moment of jealousy

A/N: I think this is pretty much exactly how their first date would go because Harry can’t just have things go smoothly😂 enjoy!✨

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Summary: It’s date night and even though Harry has everything planned out of course it doesn’t actually go the way he wants✨

You can feel his eyes practically burning a hole in the back of your head as you stand in front of your refrigerator, the sigh of frustration he lets out is an indicator that he’s running out of patience with you this morning as he stands there waiting for you to make a decision. With a huff you turn around and begin to rub your belly as you glance over at your kitchen table where your water bottle is. Part of you thinks maybe all you want this morning is some water and toast but as you begin to think about the juice you’ve been having almost every morning for the last two months you feel your mouth start to water.

“It’s been ten bloody minutes.”

“Okay? And?”

“And I just need to know if you want pineapple in your juice or not.” Harry struggles to maintain his composure as he runs a hand through his hair while his eyes remain glued on you as you take several steps towards the table.

“I don’t know.” You answer as you take a seat at the table so you can face him. “I don’t-I don’t know if I want pineapple or mango or-maybe both? I just-my mind can’t seem to come up with an answer besides that I just know I want- I want the juice.” You do your best to explain where your mind is at in hopes it’ll ease some of the frustration you can feel radiating from the man who is leaning against your counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth set in a hard line.

Harry has been a bit on edge since he got to your apartment this morning and when you asked if he was okay he was quick to brush your question off with a “M’fine just tired from the gym”. But of course that answer didn’t sit well with you and now your mind is too busy racing with the thoughts of him possibly regretting the events of the day before that it can’t even comprehend a simple question of what fruits you want in your juice for the day. The moment Harry hears you struggling to articulate what’s happening in your mind you can see him physically begin to loosen up, starting with his shoulders slumping a bit and his arms slowly sliding down to his sides and the wrinkle between his brows becoming less visible.

“It’s okay.” You feel your eyes begin to water as Harry takes a step towards you. “It’s not a life or death decision so how about I just make it how I did yesterday? You liked that one right?” Harry smiles when you nod your head at him while he closes the space between the two of you so he is now standing at the table next to your seat. “What’s got your mind all-”

“Do you regret it?” Harry quirks an eyebrow at you as you tilt your face up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Regret what?”

“The-the kiss and asking me out on a date? Do you-”

“No.” His quick response comes with him placing a hand on the top of your bump, covering the one you have resting there as he crouches down so he can be eye level with you. “I don’t regret any of it. Why? Do you? Because if you’ve changed your mind that’s okay.” He reassures you as he runs him thumb across your knuckles as you try to blink back the tears that want to fall down your face.

“I haven’t changed my mind but you’ve just been in a weird mood all morning and-”

“I’m sorry about that. I really did just over do it at the gym.” You feel your worries start to dissipate as he gives you an apologetic look. “M’a bit sore and tired so that’s why I’ve been a little snippy this morning. I’m sorry love.” Harry adds as he leans in and places a kiss to your cheek making you let out a small breathy laugh as you look down at his hand that’s still holding yours on your bump.

“God why am I so emotional today? I’ve been on the verge of tears all morning and then you-you being all weird just-I don’t know? Made me upset and I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t do that.” You stop your rambling when you feel Harry place a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently sweeping under your eye to wipe away the last few tears that decided to try to make their way down your face. “Don’t apologize for being emotional. You’re pregnant with twins so being emotional is normal and honestly if you didn’t cry all the time I’d be a little worried.”

“I don’t cry all the time.”

“Really? So once a day isn’t considered all the time?”

“No that’s just called being consistent.”

“Right.” Harry says with a light chuckle as he brings his other hand up to gently cup your face. “I really thought I was done with the whole making you cry thing.” He whispers making your heart feel like it’s on the verge of sinking down to the pit of your stomach as you watch the corners of Harry’s mouth turn downward in a barely noticeable frown.

“I don’t think you’ll ever be done with that because sometimes I cry when I look at you and you’re holding a baby sock in your hand or when you’re standing in front of one of their cribs I just-I think I’m a cryer.” You admit trying to lighten the mood and when you see Harry’s lips curve upwards into a small smile you know it’s worked.

“Can’t wait to see how often you cry once the twins are actually here.”

“Oh god I’m going to be a mess.”

“That’ll make two of us then.” Before you can say anything Harry leans in and places his lips on yours in a sweet kiss that has your eyes closing and your hands reaching over to grab the soft material of his worn out t shirt he wore to the gym.

“No pineapple.” You mumble as he pulls away making him laugh as he watches you slowly open your eyes and release your hold on his shirt.

“Okay. One pineapple free juice coming right up.” You smile as he steals another quick peck before letting go of your face and standing up. “Let’s try to make this the last time you cry today okay?”

“Okay.” You say with a sigh as you run a hand over your bump as Harry heads off to the kitchen to begin making your juice.

Harry doesn’t think he’s ever been nervous for a first date before, or at least not the kind of nervous that he is now that’s making him chew on his bottom lip as he paces the length of your hallway outside your bedroom while he waits for you to finish getting ready. He feels as if he could actually pass out from the brutal weight the anticipation of hearing the door open has created in his chest. Harry can honestly say he’s never felt anything like this before and he knows it’s because this isn’t just any first date.

This is his first date with you.

The first of what he hopes is many and possibly the very beginning of a new chapter for the two of you and he doesn’t just mean it as a new chapter because in a few short months the two of you will officially be welcoming two children into the world together, but a new chapter as in a the two of you starting a relationship together. He knows the timing could be better seeing as navigating a new relationship while also about to bring two new lives into the world is going to be hard but Harry has learned that most things worth having and keeping often require hard work and he’s more than willing to put the effort in if you are.

“Dude your vibes are fucking with the energy we have going on so I’m gonna need you to chill the hell out.” Harry is swiftly dropped back into the present moment as the sound of Ethan’s voice coming from behind him hits his ears. When Harry turns around he isn’t at all surprised to see Ethan standing in the doorway of your bedroom with Paris securely tucked up in his arms, and for a moment Harry swears the look on the orange cat’s face perfectly matches the glare Ethan is currently giving him.

“I am chill.” Ethan lets out a scoff as Harry straightens up a bit and runs a hand through his hair as Ethan gives his outfit a brief once over making Harry feel only mildly self conscious in his black slacks and light pink button up shirt he has tucked in with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows letting one of your favorite tattoos to make fun of him about, the mermaid on his forearm to be completely visible.

“You don’t even know the definition of chill.” Harry rolls his eyes as your bestfriend brushes past him, Paris moving in his hold so he can still stare at Harry as Ethan turns to go into the living room. “But at least you look decent.” Ethan says over his shoulder loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Thank-”

“Jesus Harry what are you doing here? Besides trying to give me a heart attack.” Your words come out in a rush as you open your bedroom door just to see Harry standing not even two feet away, with his head turned towards the end of the hallway.

“I’m sorry I-” The rest of his sentence gets lost when he turns to face you, his eyes landing on the pink and white floral dress you’re wearing that perfectly matches the pink of his shirt before slowly moving upwards to your face until he’s looking you in your eyes.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Harry smiles when he sees your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “But really what are you doing here?”

“We have a date.” He answers with a raise of his eyebrow as he reaches his hand out for you to take. “Or did you forget? I know pregnancy has been making your mind a bit foggy.” You send him a glare as he slides his fingers between yours, when he shoots you a playful wink in return you have to hold back the smile that wants to take over your face.

“I meant why are you inside my apartment? Aren’t you supposed to knock on the door and bring me flowers or something?”

“I got you flowers they’re in a vase in the kitchen and well-I can go outside and knock on the door if that’s what you’d like?”

“I would like that.” Your answer doesn’t shock Harry at all, seeing as the more he gets to know you the more he realizes that deep down you’re just as much of a romantic as he is. So he just gives your hand a little squeeze before he lets it go but before he turns to head down the hallway he leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Sorry couldn’t help myself.” You let out a small giggle as he pulls away and heads off down the hall and soon you hear your front door open and then softly close letting you know he left your apartment. When you walk into the living room Ethan is sitting on the loveseat with Paris in his lap but as soon as his green eyes land on you he’s quick to jump down with one graceful leap and walk over to you so he can stand at your feet.

“Hi Paris.” You smile down at him as he rubs his head against your ankles. “I’m going out tonight okay? Remember the man with all the weird drawings on his arms? The one who you used to bite with the big dumb green eyes that’s here all the time now? Well it’s with him.” You tell him making him pause his movements of rubbing himself all over your feet so he can look up at you. “I know he should’ve asked you first but it was a spur of the moment thing.” You add making Paris sit up and walk over to the sofa so he can jump on it and climb onto the armrest you’re standing next to, you smile when he starts to purr as he does his best to get as close to you as he can without falling. “Don’t worry I’ll always love you the most.” You whisper as you reach over so you can give his chin a good scratch.

“Are you sure you have a date? Because I’m almost positive Mr. Big dumb green eyes just left?”

“He’s coming back to knock.”

“I’m assuming you mean on the door because well-he’s already knocked you up.” You look away from Paris so you can turn your head and give Ethan a hard glare making him laugh as he gives you a casual shrug. “Oh never mind he knocked on the door that one time he was dru-” Ethan gets cut off by the sound of a knock on your front door, when you make a move to walk towards it he simply shoots you a look as he gets up from the loveseat to walk around the coffee table so he can scoop Paris into his arms.

“Be nice.” You warn Ethan who is walking towards your front door, when all his does is send you playful smile over his shoulder you know Harry is in for it.

“If you’re selling something we aren’t interested unless it’s Girl Scout cookies but-you’re a little old to be a Girl Scout.” Harry gives Ethan a pointed look as he leans against your doorframe with Paris in his arms who once again Harry swears is glaring at him.

“Not selling anything just here to pick up my date for the evening.”

“Oh she’s your date for the evening? So it’s a one night thing then? Not shocking seeing as that seems to be your style.”

“Well we have to start somewhere don’t we? I can’t exactly say I’m here to pick up the girl I’d like to date for the rest of my life now can I? Because that’s a little presumptuous isn’t it? This date could end horribly and she could never want to see me again.”

“Presumptuous? That’s a big word for a popstar.” Harry lets out a laugh as Ethan steps to the side. “Come on in. We have some rules to discuss.” Ethan adds as Harry walks by him and into your living room.

“Hi love.” Harry grins as he gives you a small wave once he sees you standing in the living room adding some chapstick to your purse.

“Hi Harry.” You smile back at him but before you can walk over to him Ethan stands in front of him with Paris still in his arms.

“Now you’ll have her back at a respectable time okay? She’s pregnant and gets tired. No making her cry or I’ll be forced to used my sixth grade karate skills on you oh and this is the most important one.” Harry looks Ethan in the eyes as he lists off the rules, giving him a nod to let him know he’s listening. “You better pay for everything.” At that Harry has to hold back a laugh as he just reaches over and gives Ethan’s shoulder a pat.

“I think I can manage all of that.” He answers and then his eyes dart down to Paris who is looking up at him with his big green eyes. “Thank you for letting me take your mom on a date.” Paris doesn’t do anything when Harry’s hand goes from Ethan’s shoulder and softly lands on his back giving him a few pets.

“Really Paris? We are supposed to be a united front and you’re purring at him?” Ethan huffs as Harry drops his hand to his side, you laugh making Ethan roll his eyes as he moves out of Harry’s way so he can now make his way around the coffee table to you.

“Ready to go?” Harry asks with a reach of his hand once he’s close enough to you. You just smile and nod as you sling your purse strap over your shoulder. “Have I already told you how stunning you look tonight?” Ethan has to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he walks into your kitchen allowing the two of you some privacy.

“Stunning? No but you did mention something about me looking gorgeous.” You answer making Harry chuckle as he leads you to the front door.

“And what about me? You haven’t mentioned anything about how I look.”

“I’m sorry does the narcissist need his hourly compliment?”

“He does.” Harry jokes as you lock your front door because you don’t trust Ethan to lock it for you. “Actually I think I’m owed a few since you didn’t even tell me I smelled good this morning and I wore that cologne you like and everything.”

“Oh well in that case you look really good and-” Harry bites the inside of his cheek as you turn and reach up on your tiptoes so you can take a small sniff of his neck while waiting for the elevator at the end of the hallway. “You smell great.”

“Thank you I feel so much better now.” You just roll your eyes as the two of you step into the elevator, Harry is quick to place a hand on your lower back as he reaches over to press the lobby button. “Now I’ll be able to enjoy the rest of the evening knowing you think I look and smell good.”

“Care to share what you have in store for the rest of the evening?”

“Not really but I’ll tell you that our first stop is dinner.”

“Oh perfect I’m starving.”

The moment you stepped into the cozy little Italian restaurant that Harry picked for the two of you to have dinner at you knew it wasn’t going to go as well and he hoped. Not even the romantic dim lighting, soft music playing in the background and the candles on the tables could save it as you feel a tickle in your nose making it scrunch a bit as Harry gently maneuvers you to the side allowing him to rest his arm around your waist while the hostess goes to check on the table.

You let Harry guide you around a few tables before stopping in front of a small candle lit table tucked in the back with a reserved sign in the middle of it. But as you’re about to sit down in the chair Harry is pulling out for you a waiter with a tray full of people’s entrees rushes by and that’s when it hits you, the smell of something that instantly has your stomach doing flips and not the good kind.

“Oh no.” Harry quirks an eyebrow as the hushed words tumble from your mouth as you all but fall into your chair.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soothing but you don’t look at him as he takes his seat across from you so you don’t see him given the hostess a polite smile so she can go back to the front and help other guests, all you do is look down at empty plate in front of you and focus on taking some deep breaths.

“Something smells.”

“Smells? Like bad or-”

“Bad-really really.” Harry watches you swallow thickly as you slowly look up from the plate and across the table at him. “Bad.” You explain and before he can even try to form a follow up question you bring a hand up to your face to try to gracefully cover your mouth and nose from whatever it is you smell that’s causing you such a reaction.

“Right. Okay.” Harry looks around as if magically something will give him a sign that will tell him what to do but then he feels it, a gentle kick to his shin that makes him turn his head to look at you.

“It’s broccoli.” Is all you say before recovering your mouth and nose with your hand while Harry just nods quickly knowing that for some reason you and anything remotely close to broccoli haven’t gotten along the whole duration of your pregnancy so far, so he doesn’t even think twice before uttering his next sentence.

“We can leave.” Your eyes are as wide as golf balls and starting to get that glassy effect to them and your face has a little dusting of pink splotches to your cheeks that lets him know you’re either about to cry or get sick and he honestly isn’t in the mood to experience either of those options so he quickly stands up and walks over to your seat so he can pull it out allowing you plenty of room to stand up.

Harry has a firm hand on your lower back as he ushers you towards the front of the restaurant, giving some small smiles and polite head nods to a few people having dinner that look up and have shocked expressions when they see him walking by. When the two of you are back in front of the hostess stand you don’t stop, you continue to walk outside so you can get some fresh air while Harry pauses to explain he will no longer be needing the table.

“Sorry but she’s uhm-yeah we won’t be needing the table but thank you so much and uh we-we will be back another time.” His words are mumbled and rushed as he struggles to come up with some form of apology as he hands the girl a hefty tip in hopes it’ll ease the blow of the two of you leaving not even ten minutes after arriving. He doesn’t stand around to wait for a reply, his mind being elsewhere as he walks out the door and he feels himself let out a sigh of relief when he finds you standing there with a hand on your chest and the other on your bump.

“I’m so sorry Harry I didn’t-”

“It’s okay.” You feel his hands on your shoulders, the warmth of them making you start to relax the tiniest bit as you look up at him. “Next time I’ll just book out the whole place so you don’t have to worry about odd smells.”

“God sometimes I forget how rich you are.” You mumble making Harry laugh as your hands fall to your sides. You let out a small huff as you feel Harry’s hands travel from your shoulders down to your elbows and when they finally land on your wrists you feel a lump begin to form in your throat.

“Now now none of this.” You can’t help but sniffle as Harry’s hands give your wrists a few gentle squeezes as his eyes roam over your face that are giving him the very obvious signs that you’re a few moments away from a break down. “Didn’t we agree to no more tears today?”

“No we said we’d try and-and I can’t help it I’m-”

“Hungry?”

“Yes.” You don’t feel embarrassed by how quickly you answer because there’s no point in trying to hide things like this from Harry, after all this is the same man who has seen you on the verge of tears over juice.

“How does pizza sound? That’s never given you issues before.”

“It gives me acid reflux but that’s an issue for tomorrow or well really an issue for when I’m trying to sleep later tonight.”

“So is-is that a yes or-”

“Yes Harry.” You say with a smile as Harry quirks an eyebrow at you. “Pizza sounds good.” You answer before you try to reach up on your tip toes to place a kiss to his cheek but in true Harry fashion he’s quick to turn his head making your lips land on his in what’s a rare public display of affection. The realization of what he just did hits him as soon as you pull away and for a moment Harry thinks he’s done something horribly wrong.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“Shouldn’t have what? Kissed your extremely pregnant date on the sidewalk outside of a restaurant that smells like broccoli?” The playfulness of your voice makes Harry relax a bit.

“The broccoli smell is only a you thing sweetheart.” He corrects as he drops your hands so he can turn around and to his surprise you’re quick to wrap your hand around his arm so he can walk the two of you back to his car, a surprise he did just to prove to you once and for all he does in fact drive himself places when he wants. “It smelled like lemons with a hint of mint to me.” He tells you as he reaches over and places a hand over yours that’s securely wrapped around his arm.

At the mention of how the restaurant smells you can’t help but scrunch up your nose and make a face of disgust making Harry laugh as he opens the passenger side door to his car. Once you’re comfortable and buckled in you look up at him as he’s about to close the door, his green eyes are staring into yours and you nearly forget what you were going to say as all your mind can focus on is how truly handsome he is. And as if he knows what’s happening he gives you his signature smirk as he hands you your purse.

“Maybe to be safe I’ll wait in the car while you get the pizza?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Obviously it’s a good idea.” You place your purse on the center console before looking back over at Harry who is shaking his head. “I’m the one who thought of it.”

“And people say I’m the narcissist?”

“Yeah people as in you and your therapist.”

“God you’re quick.”

“I’m also hungry so please get in the car.”

“Right. Sorry.” You have to laugh as Harry rushes to close your door and run around the front of the car so he can quickly get into the driver’s seat. “Having a good time so far?”

“Oh yeah this is so going to be a story for them when they’re older.” You tease as you place your hands on your bump giving it a few rubs. “Maybe it’ll be a cautionary tale of why you shouldn’t wait till someone is seven months pregnant to ask them on a date?”

“I refuse for you to use our first date as a cautionary tale.”

“You refuse? That’s funny considering I don’t need your permission to tell my kids a story.”

“Well of course you don’t need my permission but you make us sound like some afterschool special.”

“Fine what if it’s more like a story about how even though two people argue-”

“Bicker. We don’t argue.” Harry quickly corrects you as he reaches over and places a hand on your knee all while never taking his eyes off the road.

“We don’t?”

“Well not anymore at least.”

“If you say so Mr. Popular.”

“Ignore her children. Your mommy is just a bit cranky because she’s hungry.” You roll your eyes as Harry turns to look at you while at a stoplight but when his hand moves from your knee to the top of your bump you can’t help but smile and place a hand over his.

“Shut up.” Harry has to hold back a laugh as you look up at the marque in front of the cinema and read what movie he is taking you to see. Having just stuffed yourself on pizza you feel less cranky and now as you look back at Harry all you feel can only be described as pure joy.

Now there’s a few things Harry is good at outside of the music world and one of them is paying attention to the little things, so he noticed the worn out copy of a certain book on your nightstand and the way your work station is always littered with classic and newer romance novel quotes written on sticky notes he has no doubt were written by you whenever you stumbled across one you liked. So when he saw an opportunity to let you see the twentieth anniversary edition of the film adaptation of the same book on your nightstand he couldn’t let it pass him by and that’s why you’re currently standing in front of him with a shocked expression on your face.

“I’m going to get to see the hand flex on the big screen? Really?”

“If it’s in Pride and Prejudice then yes you’ll get to see it on the big screen.”

“Are you joking?” Harry shrugs as you grab his hand and practically drag him into the theater. “Harry you don’t know about the hand flex? It’s-it’s legendary people literally have it tattooed on them it’s that important.”

“A hand flex? Like this?” Harry brings his free hand out and flexes it making you roll your eyes at his sad attempt of the iconic hand flex.

“No it’s nothing like that. Have you never seen this movie before?”

“Oh come on I know Matthew is a national treasure but it can’t be that different than what I just did and no I’ve uhm never seen it.”

“Did you just call Mr. Darcy Matthew? Like you’re friends or something?” You question deciding to ignore the fact Harry somehow has never seen the classic film as he just keeps walking towards the theater number printed on the tickets he has in his back pocket.

“I mean friends is a stretch but we’ve met a-”

“You-you’ve met Mr. Darcy?” You stop walking making Harry look back at you over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Uhm well yeah? I guess so?”

“But you don’t even know about the hand flex.” You mumble as you just stare at him and Harry gives you an apologetic look along with a squeeze of your hand.

“That just means I’ll need you with me next time I run into him then.”

“Oh god I can’t meet him he’s-”

“Love you’re more than worthy of meeting Mr. Hand Flex. Now come on.” You let out a huff as Harry goes back to showing you to the theater and when you walk in you feel your eyes get that familiar sting to them when you see two seats in the middle have a stack of blankets and a pillow on them.

“Is this for us?” You ask as Harry lets go of your hand so you can look around and that’s when you notice the snacks and of course a bottle of water next to the stack of blankets.

“I might’ve messed up on not booking the whole restaurant but I figured you’d want to enjoy this with just the two of us so you’re not too embarrassed when you start to ugly cry.”

“I don’t ugly cry.”

“That’s true you’re a beautiful cryer.” He admits as he stands at the bottom of the stairs so he can walk behind you with his hand out ready to catch you if needed seeing as he knows how clumsy you can be at times.

“I’m so excited for you to see the hand flex.” Harry laughs as you snuggle down into the seat with a blanket tossed over your lap. He takes his seat next to you and doesn’t waste anytime before he lifts the armrest that’s blocking him from being able to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side.

“It better be good or I’m demanding a refund.”

“How did you even know I would like this? I never told you about my Pride and Prejudice obsession.”

“Oh I saw the copy of it on your nightstand and it looks well loved and then there’s all the little quotes at your desk at work and-”

“You saw my quote collection?” You ask as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder as he clings as close to you as he possible can in the seats.

“I did.” He answers as he fixes the blanket over your lap making sure you’re nice and cozy. “It’s quite an impressive collection.” He adds making you laugh and roll your eyes.

“Did you see the one near my monitor? It’s on a pink sticky note.” Harry purses his lips as he tries to imagine the note in question but his mind comes up blank. You turn your head to look up at him after a few moments of silence and when he looks down at you he smiles when he finds you already looking at him with a silly little grin on your face.

“What’s that one say?”

“If you get lost in the light it’s okay I can see in the dark.” Harry lets out a muffled scoff as you recite lyrics to a song he knows very well that was written by someone he is close friends with.

“You really can’t go one day without bringing up Niall bloody Horan to me huh?” He mumbles making you laugh as you reach over and grab his free hand and drag it over to your lap.

“Sorry but I mean it’s such a good one.”

“It’s alright.” And before you can say anything in response the lights start to dim and the screen turns on making you let out a squeal of excitement as you nuzzle into Harry’s side.

“You’re gonna love it.” You whisper as the beginning credits start to play.

Harry is only sort of panicking as he rubs his hand up and down your back as you rest your cheek on his chest and let out a few sniffles. He doesn’t know why the universe has decided to make tonight go so wrong, he figured the smell thing at the restaurant was a one off due to your pregnancy but when the movie theater lost power right before the scene you had been so excited to see he couldn’t deny that there must be a greater force at work. Your reaction to what was happening was slightly delayed and Harry was secretly grateful for that because it gave him time to safely escort you out of the theater and into the lobby where it seemed everything was working just fine, finding out it was just an isolated outage that turned off the theater you two were in and the one right next to it.

“It was about to happen.” Harry just nods as your voice is muffled by the napkin you’re using to control the tears streaming down your face, given to you by a polite worker when she saw how distraught you were coming out of the theater. “We-we didn’t get to see it.”

“I know love but you heard the man we can come back this weekend and see it.”

“That’s so far away.” You whine making Harry have to hold back a chuckle because even with tears streaming down your cheeks and your nose all sniffly you still look as adorable as ever when having a little tantrum.

“It’s in two days.” His voice is soft and comforting as he leans down to press his lips to the top of your head. “We can manage waiting two days if it means getting to see Mr. Darcy and his hand thing.”

“Hand flex.” You snap as you look up at Harry with watery eyes. “But fine I’ll wait two days.” You tell him and he gives you a small smile as one of his hands comes up to rest on your cheek.

“Tell me the truth has this been the worst first date you’ve been on?”

“No.” You answer honestly. “I’ve been on plenty of horrible first dates.”

“Okay well that didn’t make me feel better it actually just makes me a little-mad.”

“Mad? Or do you mean jealous?”

“Both. I’m mad that people have taken you on shitty dates but also jealous that other people have gotten to date you at all.” You let out a small laugh as Harry’s brows pinch together as he deals with the complex feelings going through him at the moment.

“Want to go beat them up? I can give you names and addresses.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He jokes as you wrap your arms around his middle. “Can I ask you something?” You just give him the best nod you can without removing your head from his chest. “Do you think you’ll ever really forgive me for all the shitty things I’ve said and done to you?” Harry feels his nerves begin to make his tummy get an uneasy feeling as you take a moment to think of your answer.

“I already have.” You answer making him let out a sigh of relief because that surprising wasn’t the response he was thinking you’d give him. “As long as you’re willing to try and make this work then so am I because I don’t want to go through the rest of my life wondering what would’ve happened if we just gave it a shot and went back to being the two people who hit it off really well at a karaoke bar.” You explain as you lift your head up so you can look at him and for once it’s Harry who has the watery eyes and pink nose as he tries his best to keep his emotions under control.

“I want to make this work.”

“Okay. Then we will make it work but I just need to know something.”

“What is it?”

“You’re not just trying to make us work out because I’m having your babies right? Because that’s not-”

“No.” Harry says cutting you off before he sniffles and clears his throat. “I want this to work because you are the most annoyingly adorable person I’ve ever met and even though you’re sort of in love with my best mate I can’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else. You tell me the truth even if I don’t want to hear it and you get joy out of such little things like a new set of sheets for the bed-”

“Those sheets were so soft you would’ve cried about them too if you slept on ones that felt like sandpaper before hand.”

“They are very soft and I’m glad you love them.” He says with a smile as you continue to stare up at him. “I love how you use big words to insult me and I just want to be the one that makes you feel as treasured and loved as the leading men make their romantic counterparts feel in those books you read all day.”

“You want to be my Mr. Darcy?”

“Well let me see how the film ends and then I’ll decide if I want to be him or not because he seems like a bit of a dick right now if I’m being honest.”

“That sort of sounds very similar to someone I know. Started off being rude and uninterested but then ends up madly in love.”

“Madly in love? It’s only our first date love. If you’re wanting a confession of that magnitude you’ll have to wait at least until the fourth or fifth.” You laugh and playfully roll your eyes at him making him smile and it’s only a few minutes later that Harry is walking you back to his car.

“Fancy doing this again?” He asks once he gets you situated in the passenger seat, you let out a sigh as you place your hands on top of your bump before looking up at him where he’s knelt down fixing the strap of your shoe that came undone.

“Yeah. I’d do this again but you’ve got some work to do to top this because-I mean this is one they write books about.”

“A book of cautionary tales?” He teases as he stands up and rests a hand on the side of the door so he can lean in towards you.

“You’re cute.” You blurt out making Harry let out a chuckle as you bring your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“And you’re beautiful.” He counters with a smile as he closes the small gap between his lips and yours capturing them in a sweet kiss that leaves you with a silly grin on your face when he pulls away so he can close your door and take you home.

“Harry Styles seen out for the first time with baby momma since announcing the-”

“Why are you reading this out loud?” You asks cutting Ethan off as the two of you get comfortable on the couch just in time for your weekly routine of watching The Voice.

“Because it says you two looked extra loved up and-ew I didn’t ever need to see what you two looked like while kissing-god I’m going to have nightmares.” You roll your eyes as he scrolls through the gossip site’s report on the date you and Harry went on the night before.

“Do I look okay in the photos? Be honest. I was a hot mess most of the night and not-” A loud knock has the two of you turning your heads to look in the direction of your front door.

“Your house. Your door.” Ethan says as he goes back to reading while you just reach over and give his arm a hard smack as you wiggle to the edge of the couch so you can get up as gracefully as possible given how big your belly is now. When you get to the front door you don’t bother looking through the peephole, instead you just unlock it and fling it open and who you see on the other side looks just as shocked as you do when your eyes meet.

“Thank fuck you’re still here I was scared I’d missed ya.” Niall’s voice is full of relief as he places a hand on his chest and lets out a deep sigh.

“You-you’re Ni-Niall Horan.”

“Yeah we’ve met before remember?” You just nod as Niall stands there with a confused expression on his face. “Uh Harry said I needed to rush over because you were about to go off to a breathing class or s’mthin and he didn’t want ya goin alone.”

“Breathing class? Uhm I-”

“Why does it sound like Niall-holy fucking shit it’s Niall Horan.” Ethan’s voice makes Niall look around you and give the man standing behind you with the wide eyes and open mouth a small wave.

“You must be Ethan.” Niall says with a laugh making you very aware that he is the only one who is acting any kind of normal at the moment and you can’t help but feel your cheeks get warm when Niall’s blue eyes once again find yours.

“Oh my god Niall Horan knows my name.” Ethan mutters to himself with a small squeal that Niall either didn’t hear or wants to ignore because all he does is place his hands on his hips and raise an eyebrow at you.

“So no breathing class then? H just sent me here for no reason?”

“Uhm well we-we watch The Voice on Thursday’s so maybe that’s why he sent you? As an apology?”

“Apology? What’d the asshole do now?”

“He took her on the worst first date in the history of dates.” Ethan answers for you making you shoot him a glare over your shoulder while Niall leans his head back and laughs his signature loud laugh that has Ethan giggling to himself as well.

“Oh I gotta hear this.” You just step to the side and let Niall into your apartment and when you close the door Ethan is staring at you with wide eyes.

“He’s so pretty.” He whispers.

“I told you. So much prettier than on TV.”

“You two mind if I crash your evening? I cleared my whole night for this breathing class bullshit.” You and Ethan quickly turn and walk towards the living room and nod at Niall making him smile as he sits down in the middle of your sofa. He pats the spot to his left while looking at you with a grin on his face. “Come on an tell me everything about this horrible date.”

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[beetlbi]

Little something for @cottonmouthcandy ‘s pokemon au! Bonnie’s so dang cute, how could I not draw her in her little bow?! Don’t look too close I drew this at four am lol. Link in rbs!

[nickistuffs]

Hello Again Pt. 1

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: This feels fated to meet again and again and again

Word Count: 3.07k

Warnings: None. It's It's just fluff and also a slow burn.

Read Chimed Encounters first to start before this one.

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

A ping from your email broke your concentration on work. You sighed, already assuming it was one of your manufacturers asking for yet another confirmation about a product you’d been working over for months. Without much thought, you clicked on the notification, ready to fire off a quick response.

To your surprise, the email wasn’t from a manufacturer—it was from Sam, your old friend and occasional collaborator. His subject line read: “Job Offer You Can’t Refuse.” Intrigued, you opened the email and quickly scanned its contents.

It seemed Sam had found you a project that piqued his interest—and yours. The pay was good, the timeline was tight, and the concept sounded straightforward.

You immediately picked up your phone and called him. No need for formalities; this was Sam, after all.

“Hey, Sam,” you said as soon as he answered, skipping any pleasantries. “What’s this mysterious job offer you’re dangling in front of me?”

“Oh, that.” He sounded smug, which only made you roll your eyes. “I’m under an NDA, so I can’t say too much, but it’s a pop-up store project. The whole thing needs to be modular and removable, so it can be packed up and relocated in two months. Easy, right? You in?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, I’m in! Sounds simple enough. Send over the contract and details, and I’ll get started.”

“I knew I could count on you,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the phone. “See you onsite, Y/N.” ...

The day of the meeting arrived, and you were ready—or so you thought.

Sam couldn’t make it and had entrusted you to lead the meeting solo, but you were used to working independently, so it wasn’t a problem. Dressed in a professional outfit that balanced comfort and confidence, you walked into the office where the meeting was being held.

As you glanced around at the product displays, your heart skipped a beat. You could already tell this was a high-profile client. Their products, branding, and visuals exuded quality and creativity.

As you tried to calm your nerves, the conference room door opened, and a group of people filed out.

A friendly woman approached you, pulling you back to reality.

“Hello, are you Ms. Y/N L/N?”

“Yes,” you replied with a polite smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I have a meeting with your visual merchandising manager.”

“Perfect, you’re our two o’clock appointment. Please come in.”

You stepped inside the sleek, minimalistic conference room and began setting up.

“Our lead designer just stepped out for a quick break,” the woman explained, handing you a water bottle. “They’ll be back in ten minutes and a few other designers. Is there anything else I can get you while you wait? Coffee?”

“Water is fine. Thank you,” you replied.

You opened your laptop, pulled up your notes and sketches, and jotted down a few ideas in your journal. You were mid-thought when the door opened behind you.

You turned, ready to greet whoever entered, but the words caught in your throat.

It was him. Harry Styles.

...

You both stared at each other, completely stunned. Of all the people you could run into at this meeting, it had to be him. You hadn’t seen Harry since your last encounter at Felice’s Café.

For a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down, your mind scrambling to process his presence. He looked just as effortlessly charming as you remembered, his warm green eyes flickering with recognition and surprise.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, his voice smooth but slightly uncertain.

“Hello, I’m Harry Styles. I’m the owner of the company. Nice to meet you…?”

It took you a second to respond, your voice catching in your throat. “It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you as well.”

He smiled, extending a hand toward you. You scrambled to your feet, standing taller than you’d expected, and reached out to shake his hand.

Your hands met, and you shook it—a bit too long, you thought as the realization hit. The warmth of his hand lingered, making you feel like time had momentarily stopped again.

You quickly dropped your hand and clasped it behind your back, your face heating up.

For a split second, an awkward silence filled the room. Harry seemed like he was about to say something, his lips parting as if to speak—

But just then, the door opened, and a small group of people filed into the room, shattering the quiet bubble you’d both been trapped in.

“Ah, great,” said a cheerful man from the group, clapping his hands together as he approached. “Harry, you’re here. And this must be Ms. L/N!”

The moment was gone. Harry straightened, his expression shifting seamlessly to one of polite professionalism, though you caught a flicker of something in his eyes as he glanced back at you.

You offered a polite nod to the newcomers, forcing yourself to focus as introductions were made. Yet, as the meeting began, you couldn’t help but feel like something important had been left unsaid.

And judging by the way Harry occasionally glanced your way, he felt the same.

...

As the meeting progressed, Harry found himself quietly observing you. Initially, he’d assumed you might be shy or reserved—perhaps because of the nervous energy that had lingered when you first met. But as you delved into your presentation, he realized just how wrong he was.

The confidence with which you spoke captivated the room. Your tone was steady yet approachable, and your words were carefully chosen to articulate your vision. You presented your design concepts with precision, highlighting the intricate details and practical functionality behind each element.

Harry leaned forward slightly in his chair, his interest piqued. The way you seamlessly balanced creativity with logic was impressive. He could tell how much thought you’d put into this project—every choice seemed deliberate, every detail purposeful.

What surprised him most, however, was your ability to command the room. You weren’t just presenting; you were selling the design, painting a picture of how the concept would come to life. And the team was eating it up.

He stole a glance around the room. His team, typically quick to interject or challenge ideas, sat quietly, nodding along with your points. Even he couldn’t help but admire the way you navigated through the questions and feedback with such ease.

When you paused for questions, Harry cleared his throat and spoke, his voice cutting through the room.

“I really appreciate the thought you’ve put into the design—it’s incredibly well-considered. I do have a question, though,” he said, his tone genuinely curious. “You mentioned incorporating natural textures into the layout. Can you elaborate on how those elements will remain modular while still maintaining their aesthetic appeal?”

You turned to him, locking eyes for a brief moment. His question wasn’t just thoughtful—it showed that he’d been paying close attention to your presentation.

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” you began, your voice steady. “That’s a great question. For the natural textures, such as reclaimed wood and stone-inspired finishes, I’ve ensured that they’re lightweight and easily removable. The modular framework uses a system of interchangeable panels, so the aesthetic can be retained without compromising functionality.”

Harry nodded, clearly impressed. “That makes sense. And it aligns well with what we’re trying to achieve here—something unique, but also adaptable. Nicely done.”

You gave him a polite smile, though inside, his compliment sent a ripple of pride through you.

As the meeting continued, Harry couldn’t help but feel drawn to the passion and expertise you brought to your work. There was something magnetic about the way you carried yourself—so composed and articulate, yet with a spark of creativity that set you apart.

And as the session wrapped up, he found himself wondering if this serendipitous reunion might be more than just a chance encounter.

As handshakes and congratulations were exchanged, the manager gave a final nod of approval, and Harry himself followed suit, offering his praise for your presentation. It had been a resounding success.

With most of the team filing out of the room, the buzz of conversation slowly faded, leaving you alone at the conference table, still stuffing your things into your bag. You were on a high from the meeting—everything had gone so smoothly, but the exhaustion from a long day was beginning to catch up.

Suddenly, you heard a soft cough. Looking up, you were surprised to see Harry still standing near the door.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, startled. “Are there any more questions you need from me, Mr. Styles?” You quickly adjusted your posture, feeling a bit flustered.

Harry smiled, the easy warmth you remembered from your past encounter resurfacing. “You can call me Harry,” he replied with a casual, almost reassuring tone. “I’m not too big on formalities. Can I call you Y/N?”

“That’s alright with me,” you answered with a smile, pleased by the friendly tone of the conversation. It felt much more natural now that the formality had faded.

A beat of silence passed before Harry spoke again, his eyes twinkling with a hint of curiosity. “So, how long have you been eating breakfast at Feli’s Café?”

You blinked, a bit taken aback by the question. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. “Oh, I’ve been going there for a while now. I usually grab a matcha latte and sometimes a sandwich. Feli’s a good friend of mine—she’s the one who got me hooked on her menu.”

Good thing I found your journal, your presentation was fantastic. Harry complimented.

Thank you again for giving it back. and sorry I was on a time crunch that I didn't introduce myself.

Harry chuckled softly, his expression warm.

You felt a sudden shift in the air between you two, the unspoken moment starting to surface. But before either of you could delve deeper into the conversation, a voice from the hallway interrupted the moment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the manager popped his head back in, looking around. “But I just wanted to confirm we’re all set for the next steps, Y/N? Can we count on you for the design rollout next week?”

You gave a nod, quickly snapping back into professional mode. “Yes, everything is in order. I'll start on the proper revisions needed for the plans."

“Perfect,” the manager smiled, satisfied. “Thanks again for your excellent work today.”

As he left the room, you turned back to Harry, who was still standing near the door, clearly reluctant to leave just yet.

“I guess I should let you get back to your day,” you said, trying to break the lingering tension. “I’ll see you around, Harry.”

Harry’s smile widened, and he nodded slowly. “Definitely.”

...

It had been a month since you completed your work for Pleasing. You scrolled through their Instagram, admiring how your designs brought their brand to life. Seeing people lining up to buy their high-quality products filled you with a deep sense of pride.

You’d only seen Harry a handful of times during the project, but he always seemed busy, caught up in meetings or surrounded by other people.

Sighing loudly, you collapsed onto your bed, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over you. You had plans to join an art market this month, where you’d sell your prints, stickers, and other handmade knickknacks. It was something to look forward to, at least.

“Will we ever meet again?” you murmured to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. “I mean, what are the chances?” You already knew the answer before you even finished the thought. Harry was probably the busiest person you’d ever met, and you were just a nobody in his world.

Your heart felt heavy as you grappled with the cold, hard reality—he might have only been a fleeting moment in your life, a beautiful memory to cherish but not something meant to last. ...

A month had passed, and Harry still hadn’t been able to properly speak with you. He had been trying—desperately, in fact. He’d gone to the café where you first met, hoping to run into you again, but you never showed up, or you came at different times. He even tried catching you after work, but you were always whisked away to other locations or surrounded by people.

In a final act of determination, Harry had even approached HR for your contact information, but they refused to give it to him. Frustrated and defeated, he began to think maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

As he walked home one evening, his eyes caught on a brightly colored poster advertising an upcoming art market at the same location he frequented. He stared at it for a moment, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest before he brushed it off with a sigh. Maybe it was time to give up. Maybe it was never destined to happen.

But something about the poster lingered in his mind—a quiet, persistent thought that made him decide, almost on impulse, to go to the market anyway. Perhaps, by some happy chance, fate would intervene.

You were busy setting up your booth in the bustling market, carefully adjusting misaligned prints and rearranging trinkets to create the perfect display. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter, the atmosphere lively as other artists greeted passersby and showcased their work.

“Your paintings are just lovely, dear,” an elderly woman remarked, her eyes sparkling as she pointed to one of your pieces.

“They really are,” her partner chimed in with a warm smile. “We could hang one in the hallway, couldn’t we?”

“Excuse me, miss,” another potential buyer interjected, holding up one of your prints. “How much is this?”

“For the A4 size, it’s 25 pounds,” you replied with a friendly smile.

More people began to gather, drawn by the charm of your artwork. You did your best to keep up, answering questions, wrapping purchases, and making small talk with the growing crowd. It was a whirlwind, but you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride seeing so many people appreciating your work.

...

Walking through the bustling market, Harry wandered past the stalls he always loved to visit. He admired the fresh vegetables and fruits, browsed through racks of thrifted clothes, and flipped through stacks of vinyl records that always piqued his interest. But today, something different caught his attention—a special event featuring local artists who had been invited to showcase and sell their work.

As he turned toward the next stall, his eyes landed on something—or rather, someone.

It was you.

There you stood in front of your stall, surrounded by your artwork, speaking to customers with an energy that radiated warmth and passion. The light in your eyes, the way you animatedly gestured while describing your creations, the genuine smile that lit up your face—it was everything he remembered and more.

For a moment, Harry froze, rooted in place as he took it all in. You looked so at home in your element, effortlessly captivating the people around you. His heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. But before doubt could creep in, before he could second-guess himself, he moved.

Harry started walking toward you, his steps quick and purposeful. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but there was only one clear thought that anchored him: now or never.

This was his chance to finally talk to you—to close the distance that had been lingering between you both for far too long. He wasn’t going to let it slip away again.

...

It has been a good day so far. People were buying your prints, admiring your stickers, and complimenting your craftsmanship. You smiled to yourself, feeling content with the steady stream of visitors who appreciated your work.

Just as you reached for your water bottle, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello, again, Y/N.”

You froze, the cap of your bottle slipping through your fingers. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, your heart skipping a beat.

There he was—Harry. Standing there amidst the sea of market-goers, looking as effortlessly charming as ever in a white T-shirt, jeans, and sunglasses perched on his curls. His lips curved into a small, knowing smile as your eyes met.

“Harry?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought it was you,” he said, stepping closer. His gaze flickered over your stall, taking in the vibrant prints and trinkets on display. “This is all yours?”

You nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah, just a little side project I do. How…how did you find me here?”

“I didn’t,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was just wandering around, and there you were. Funny how the universe works, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, funny.”

He looked around at your stall again, picking up one of your prints—a delicate watercolor of flowers intertwined with abstract shapes. “This is beautiful,” he said earnestly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the paper. “You’re really talented.”

“Thank you,” you said, warmth spreading through your chest at the compliment.

“Do you take commissions?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intensely focused on you.

“Sometimes,” you said, tilting your head. “Why? Are you looking for something specific?”

“I might be,” he replied cryptically, his lips curving into a playful smirk. Before you could press him further, he added, “But first, do you have a break coming up? I was thinking I could buy you a coffee.”

Your breath caught at his unexpected offer. “A coffee?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You’ve been on my mind lately, Y/N. Thought maybe this time we could actually catch up without a room full of people or work deadlines in the way.”

Your pulse quickened as you tried to process his words. Was he really asking you out, or was this just Harry being Harry—charming and polite?

“Well,” you started, glancing at your stall. “I do have a little time before the market closes…”

“Perfect,” he said with a grin. “I’ll wait for you to pack up, or we can just grab something nearby. Whatever works for you.”

As he spoke, the faint hum of the market seemed to fade into the background. For the first time in weeks, the heavy feeling in your chest lifted just a little. Maybe this wasn’t just a fleeting moment after all.

...

Okay, this is actually too long I’ll make it into two parts. Give you guys some suspense. Thank you for reading everyone! ☺️

…

Hello, Again Pt.2

Here’s part two loves hope you enjoy it!

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

oooh can u do one of those with Tom and reader where she does one of those celebrity skincare routine videos. How u go abt the story is completely up to u, have a nice day!

Vogue beauty secrets || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

A/n: I haven't post a tom blyth x singer!reader in so long, apolgies! but hope you enjoy this one :)

Wc: 577

Warnings: nonee

Divider by @pommecita

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, ready to film your Vogue beauty secrets video. The soft lights illuminate the room, casting a flattering glow on your face. "Hi Vogue! I'm Y/n Abrams and I'm going to walk you through my skincare and my current glam-ish makeup routine!" You smile.

"So for my morning skincare routine, I keep it very simple and only use four products," you showcase the products before tucking your hair behind your ears.

Picking up a bottle of a renowned cleanser, you speak with a gentle, almost ASMR-like quality, "I first go in with this la roche possay face wash," You squeeze the contents in your hands.

"I used to have really bad teenage acne and my mum actually put me on this when I was about 14 and I've been using it ever since!" You say as you lather it up in your hands.

You lightly pat your wet face and with a confident smile, you began detailing more of your skincare routine, highlighting each product with precision. You get closer to the camera as you delicately applied a moisturiser, your voice resonating with enthusiasm.

The ambiance shifted when you transitioned to your makeup routine, showcasing the products that you use. "Most days I just keep it very very simple, using very light products on my skin," You comment as you pull out foundation.

"But for my sort of glam days I use this foundation from charlotte tilbury, it's not too heavy for me but it has great coverage." As you meticulously applied the product on your face, the door to the bathroom creaked open as you look towards the reflection of the mirror.

Tom casually strolls in, a lazy grin on his face, his eyes locking onto you. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth and affection catching you off-guard as you smile. He rests his chin on your shoulder, "Hi gorgeous," he whispers against your skin.

His eyes then move to the camera that he hadn't seen, "Oh- are you filming that video right now?" Tom seemed genuinely concerned, but instead of pulling away, he tightens his embrace, placing light kisses on your exposed skin. The unexpected intrusion caught everyone watching at home off-guard, but the genuine affection between you and Tom added an endearing touch to the video.

"Yeah, but it's okay, you can stay," You assure your boyfriend as you both lock eyes with each other through the reflection. "What's the video again?" Tom lifts his head up from your shoulder as he straightens up behind you.

"My beauty secrets with Vogue," you explain, motioning to the products on the counter. "I'm doing my makeup routine right now," almost forgetting you still had to get through the rest of your routine, you go back to doing your makeup.

Tom, seemingly unfazed by the cameras, continued to watch you with adoration with his hands resting on your hips. “You don’t need makeup, you’re already gorgeous,” he remarked. “Hm?” You look at him, “I said, you already look gorgeous, you don’t need makeup,” he repeats, his words sincere and heartfelt.

You give your boyfriend a grateful smile for his sweet words. Caught in the moment, Tom continues to watch you, occasionally leaning in to drop a playful comment or offer a sweet compliment. The chemistry between you two is palpable, and it added an unexpected charm to the video.

You wrapped up the video with Tom still beside you as he gives a small wave. You thought for sure that the vogue editing team would cut off most, if not, all the parts that Tom was in.

But little did you know, the vogue team decided to keep the segments with your boyfriend, finding his genuine affection and compliments wholesome.

When the video gets uploaded to YouTube, the internet goes wild. Both your fans couldn't get enough of Tom's unscripted, heartfelt moments. Clips of him wrapping around you, calling your gorgeous, and showering you with affection became viral sensations.

Social media explodes with comments praising how sweet Tom is and the chemistry between the two of you. Memes circulate, capturing the hilarious and heartwarming snapshots from the video.

The unexpected blend of beauty tips and genuine love only fueled the video's popularity.

[dimonds456-art]

Stan frowned. "You're alone out here. As far as I know, you got nowhere to go, else you'd have gone there already. You're cold, and hungry, and not in fighting shape." Ford threw a half-hearted glare at him. "That's not-" "Missing the point!" Stan pulled him closer, desperately. "Ford, if you send me away, you're gonna be dealing with this guy alone. And I can't let you do that." Ford tried to shove him off, twisting in his grip. "That doesn't matter!" "Yes, it does!" "Why?! The fate of the-" "Because I CARE ABOUT YOU, dammit!" OR: Ford's 72 hours are up, and a certain... "friend" is on the way. Heavily inspired by TBOB and a gazillion other "it happened different in the 80s" fics. Here's my take.

Link in the comments!

[cloudysarts]

Hi there!!

I want to say that your “Mabel’s muse” Au concept has absolutely called my attention, Bill mentions multiple times (Dipper and Mabel’s guide to mystery and fun and TBOB) how he likes Mabel’s personality and wanted her to be his ally…sooo the idea of an alternative time where he decided to approach her and where she trusts him and considers him as her friend is absolutely full of potential

I just think about how many stuff would change and how bill would be a little more genuine with her as he for once isn’t pretending to be an all-wise being and having to constantly rise the ego of Genius minds…instead he just has to party with a teenager whose idea of fun is quite similar to his…he doesn’t have to be the “supreme being” for once just a silly fella in order to earn Mabel’s trust

Also about how some episodes would have to take a completely different route:

maybe “Mindscapers” wouldn’t even take place…because I doubt that Mabel would trust a Bill if he went inside Stan’s head

Bill possessing her during the “sock opera”episode instead of dipper

Also don’t get me started on “the last Mabelcorn” episode. All the angst and horror that Ford would feel when he finds out about the whole friendship with bill situation reflecting himself on Mabel and probably Dipper being the one who search for the unicorn hair while ford tries to convince her that Bill isn’t trustworthy

I apologize for my rant but I seriously love your idea and sorry if it’s a bit confusing English isn’t my first language

I hope you have a nice day and thank you for reading this silly thing!!

first of all, your english is great!! second of all, i am SO sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask, it just made me so happy that i wanted to take my time to craft a response!!!!!! :DDDD (context: for people who don't know what my 'mabels muse' au is, you can check it out over here!)

you are practically SPOT ON with my ideas for this au!!!!!! but i'm gonna briefly run through all the things you brought up!!

first of all, yes, absolutely!!!! for bill, partner-ing up with mabel was a very nice change of pace. he likes stroking the ego's of genius', just for his own amusement, but he doesnt get the THRILL of just getting to PLAY very often!! he's a very childish being, at the end of the day. he enables mabel's selfishness, while getting to indulge his own, silly passions right alongside her!! and obviously, mabel LOVES being enabled <3 i imagine most of the dreams he gives her would make any normal persons eyes bleed

as for your episode ideas, you're mostly right!!! :) mindscaperers does, in fact, NOT happen in this au. in my head, i imagine gideon trying to summon him, only for an 'I.O.U' to appear where bill should be. he's busy hanging out with his favorite pre-teen!!! so gideon skips straight to his backup plan, aka, gideon rises ^^

for sock opera, i'm still on the fence a little bit. one of the reasons bill is hanging out with her at all in this au is because, unlike in the regular timeline, this bill actively wants stanford to be brought home. the reason mabel is important to him, is because he can see timelines where she presses the button in not what he seems, and keeps him from returning. in his mind, he has the greatest shot of success if mabel doesn't press it. in this au, she doesnt even hesitate to trust stan, because she has another, trustworthy voice in her head, yelling DON'T PRESS THE BUTTON. its 2v1! ANYWAY, the reason any of that matters for sock opera, is because he wouldnt have any need to possess anyone, because he has no interest in smashing the laptop! BUT.....i can see him doing it anyway. i figure, most likely, he gets mabel to (willingly) let him use her body, so that she can work on her sock opera while her body sleeps. i just imagine a bill-possessed mabel up at 3 am, covered in hot glue and googly eyes as he tries to work it out shjdkfhjsdkf. but......honestly, he probably destroys the laptop in the process :) just to fuck with dipper <3 not that dipper ever finds out its her. he has no idea that mabel was ever possessed/has no reason to suspect her, because at this point, he still doesnt think bill is real. that is....until the last mabelcorn.

IN the last mabelcorn, mabel reveals to ford that she does recognize bill, and that he lives in her brain! she says it really excitedly, at the table, while dipper kind of just rolls his eyes about it. to her, its vindicating, because it's the first time anyone has ever acknowledged bills existence. but to ford, its HORRIFYING, because he knows it isn't just a coincidence. he knows he has to do something, but he doesn't know what, right away. this is where our ideas differ a little bit, because i think that mabel still WOULD be the one retrieving the unicorn hair! ford just didnt tell her what the hair was for. ford sends her off, because he wants to brainstorm a way to get him out of her head, preferably without hurting her/her memories. he also plans to bill-proof dippers mind in the process, just in case mabel is too far gone already. the events here happen basically the same (with minor tweaks), but instead of dipper suspecting that ford is evil/bill-possessed, this is where he finally learns that bill is real at all. ford tells him about his backstory, and explains the REAL reason he sent mabel out to get the unicorn hair, etc etc. he loves mabel a lot, but hes not sure how to go about dealing with this situation yet. its not HER fault she trusted bill, but he knew that if he just tries to tell her hes evil, she wont believe him. shes known 'her muse' longer, and as of right now, he's never lead her wrong. just like what happened to him in the past...

i wonder how mabel would feel if she only heard the end of that conversation...

(more of this au here and here!)

[chrisstvrns]

you should do a fic where matt finds his gf in chris’s room (chris and y/n are about to fuck) but he doesn’t think anything of it!

matt came walking out of his room, rubbing his face with one hand, phone being held dead in the other.

“where the hell’s my charger,” he mumbled to himself, walking slow down the hallway. he checked the living room, nothing. up to nicks room, not there either.

he made his way down to chris' bedroom, hesitating before barging in like usual.

he heard something.

a low giggle. then, your voice. quiet, almost whispery.

“wait, did you lock it?”

“no,” chris said, kind of rushed. “who cares?”

matt furrowed his brow and pushed the door open without knocking.

“yo, have you—”

he stopped mid-sentence.

there you were, sitting on chris’s bed. way too close to him. your legs tangled under a blanket, his arm half behind your back like he’d just pulled it away.

you looked up at matt like you’d seen a ghost.

chris froze.

matt blinked. “what’re you guys doin’?”

“watching a movie,” you said, fast. too fast. like your mouth moved before your brain caught up. "nick said he was gonna come down, i dont know where he went. and we were about to call you and ask if you wanted to watch it with us?"

chris nodded, but didn’t say anything. his jaw was tense.

matt just nodded, laughing under his breath. “damn. didn’t mean to interrupt date night. but nah, you guys chill. i have something to do.”

he walked across the room, totally chill, grabbed his charger from the floor by chris’s bed, then glanced at you.

“you weren’t answering your texts. thought you left.”

you swallowed. “sorry. phone died.”

“same,” matt said, holding up his. “guess we’re all unprepared tonight.”

he smiled at you, sweet, clueless. like usual. he bent down, softly pecking your lips. then glanced at chris, who was still stiff as hell.

matt didn’t clock it. didn’t see the look you and chris exchanged behind his back as he walked toward the door.

“alright. enjoy the movie, weirdos.”

and just like that, he was gone.

chris exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath the whole time.

you didn’t say anything.

you couldn’t.

you just bit your cheek, pressing play on the movie, and climbing onto chris' lap.

[enlogs]

are we still friends? ⊹ ࣪ ˖ stairmaster irl + 2.1k

part one | part two | part three

If there was one thing Sunghoon was the best at, it would be running late.

Every day it was a different reason; whether it be him forgetting to put his glasses on (in fact, it had happened the other day. He ran down the stairwell of his apartment and into the parking garage without questioning why his vision was so bad. That is, until he began to put his car into reverse and heard a very long, very angry honk coming from behind him. Never trust Park Sunghoon to adequately check his blind spots.), standing in a particularly long line to pick up Y/N’s favorite drink, or even losing time to traffic.

In true Sunghoon nature, he was late.

Well, there were a variety of factors in play. Last night, he had pulled an all-nighter with Jake—his ever-faithful best friend, who just so happened to be one of Y/N’s close friends as well—to debrief the details of his confession. (Although Jake would argue that “attempt at a confession” would be a more befitting label.)

“Let me get this straight,” Jake says, punctuating his sentence by sitting up. His eyebrows furrow as if he is in deep thought. After a pregnant moment of silence, he continues, “Y/N invited you over, potentially under the assumption that you were going to confess, but nothing happened?”

“Yes, Jake, that’s exactly what happened. Nothing! I don’t even know how I could have fumbled that badly,” Sunghoon groans. “I just—”

“...fuck with her heavy?” Jake interjects with a teasing grin. In a drunken stupor many months prior, Sunghoon had admitted to him long-time crushing on Y/N by describing his affections as, candidly put, “fuckin’ with her heavy.” Jake cheekily reaches over and ruffles Sunghoon’s hair, much to the younger man’s chagrin. “Or, in your words, ‘just left but kept thinking about her’ even though you were barely one foot deep in your car?”

Leave it to Jake Sim to crush your dreams without trying.

Maybe trusting Jake to hold onto a secret was a bad mistake. What if he was a sleeper agent enlisted by Y/N to feed him propaganda? What if he was just putting thoughts into Sunghoon’s mind to deter him from chasing the girl of his dreams? Or, worse of all, what if Jake had a spycam installed in his glasses?

Maybe that was precisely it: his glasses—now glaringly obvious to Sunghoon that obviously they were Meta smart glasses all along—must have been streaming the conversation directly to Y/N so that it could expose each of his deepest thoughts. Maybe Jake Sim was a phoney best friend after all.

“—ello? Earth to Sunghoon? Dude, you gotta stop tuning me out. l abandoned my Valo match for this,” Jake whines. Laying back down, Jake tilts his once abandoned phone towards his face to check the time. “Don' even want to know how much RR I lost for leaving midway.”

This conversation was pointless. The word nothing kept playing in Sunghoon’s mind: nothing had happened, nothing had changed regarding his relationship with Y/N, and nothing was making it directly to Sunghoon’s anxiety riddled mind to assuage his stress. Maybe Jake’s glasses really weren’t recording their conversation. “Hey, come on man. Seriously, how’d it go?”

Apologizing, Sunghoon massages the crease on his forehead that had somehow grown between his eyebrows. He clears his throat a few times before dropping his voice to a near-whisper, still mildly paranoid the room was wiretapped: “The confession had gone like this…”

—

“Welcome back - I hope the traffic wasn't too bad,” Y/N teased, holding the door open. Sunghoon had made a mad dash up the stairwell—the elevator would have been far too slow for his impatient heart, which was beating ten times faster than ever before—as soon as he received the text. Knowing that the “door was always open for him” made him giddier than a soldier (he was too young for mandatory service) reuniting with his wife (neither person had made it out of the friendzone yet) after five years of active duty (more like five minutes).

In between breaths, he responded with “Calm five story—” a wheeze, “sprint, nothing a five minute—” gasp “session on the pseudo-StairMaster couldn’t beat, baby. Did you know your rent actually accounts for two gyms instead of one? Haha.” Doubling over as a few more coughs bubbled in his throat, Sunghoon awkwardly waddled out of the doorway and toward the kitchen to fix himself a mug of water.

("I'm staking a claim on this mug," Sunghoon declared, holding a hand-painted ceramic mug. Littered with doodles and plenty of stars, the mug was YN's magnum opus—in Sunghoon's eyes—and was created during a spontaneous afternoon trip out.

"It's all yours, dude, no one's gonna take that."

"Good, it's mine.")

Y/N, having witnessed Sunghoon’s anguish, rubbed soothing circles onto his back. “Thought I made you nervous, Hoon. You’re still using that nickname?”

Sunghoon gulped, shooting up. All of the energy and vigor suddenly rushed into his body. Maybe it was also fear—so much for trying to show off his insane athleticism. Was it bad that he hadn’t visited the rink in a while? Maybe he could use some more training. Would Y/N like someone that could do pirouettes on the ice and on concrete? Is it too late to start his training arc? “Why, why? Can I not call you that?” Simultaneously setting the mug in his hand down, he slightly tilted his head as genuine concern and confusion laced his voice.

Was he being too overbearing by flirting? He was toeing the line between affectionate and platonic with that name—sometimes he’d similarly call Jay “babe” or “baby,” but that was never in a romantic light. Not like how he meant it now.

“No, I like it when you call me that,” Y/N responded absolutely. Her smugness mirrored Sunghoon’s energy over text; nothing beats the confidence that iMessage Sunghoon magically had. Ironically, the strong persona he put on through text was far from reality. “Oh, but that reminds me. What did you want to tell me?” The dreaded question had finally come out. Thank you, autocorrect and predictive speech, for carrying Park Sunghoon so far through life until now.

Sunghoon began to walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, staring at the view ahead of him. A perfectly lit view of the Han River and Nam Mountain Village: a stunning view courtesy of Y/N’s constant hard work and effort, which Sunghoon had always admired for all the years he had known her.

What a good life she had made for herself. How could Sunghoon ever fit into the perfect, idyllic life Y/N forged by hand? There was no way she could reciprocate his affections when her entire life was ahead of her, not when he was too worried to let the realities of his feelings leave his mind.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

The slight smile that remained Y/N’s face as she walked toward him left him dazed; this noncommittal facial expression, endearing despite its lack of real emotion, left little to assuage Sunghoon’s beating heart. “This is a nice view,” she acknowledged, eyes swimming through the ocean of lights and windows ahead of her. Turning to face Sunghoon, Y/N’s smile widened: “but it would be much nicer if you could tell me what's on your mind.”

If only it was that easy. The words lingered on the tip of his tongue: “I’m in love with you. Can I be your boyfriend?” Even simpler, he could’ve just asked “Will you be mine?”

Instead, fear got to the best of him. Sure, they had adopted a child together—a stuffed animal he had picked up in Japan, yes, but it was a child nonetheless. Y/N’s infectious grins and the kiss on the cheek he received that day begged to differ—but did that necessarily mean they had to be together?

Mentally calculating the cost of rabbit child support, Sunghoon decided that it was best to keep this confession conversation for another day. Is being an absentee plushie-dad really that horrible? Perhaps the safety net of being on iMessage really emboldened him too much (Heeseung would probably argue that this was one of the consequences of the industrial revolution).

“I just,” he frowns. “I’m um. Just thinking about how cheesy that drama you made me watch was. Seriously, baby, I don’t know how you sit through all of that fluff.”

“That’s what you ran up the stairwell for?” Y/N laughs. Sunghoon swears the lights in the apartment twinkled. Were the lights capable of syncing to music? “Well, I think you could’ve texted me this. Or we could’ve called. But I’m glad that you shared this information with me.” Is it possible to record someone’s voice and store it on Apple's podcast app forever?

If Jake was around, he definitely would be calling Sunghoon a coward: a traitorous coward who didn’t deserve to be part of his Fortnite Squad nor his Overwatch 5 stack. Maybe Sunghoon had hyped up his confession too much.

It would probably be a good idea to invite Jake over later tonight to rant.

“I guess so,” Sunghoon sighs—why was he so scared? It’s not like it was difficult to talk to his best friend. “I was just thinking about you so much that it transcended the bounds of iMessage. Can you blame me?” Where did this sudden courage come from? Feeling bold, he takes a few small steps and wraps his arms around the waist of the woman in front of him. Fuck being an absentee father; this was where he belonged. Still swimming off of the high of Jake-may-kick-me-off-his-roster-if-I-totally-fumble, Sunghoon leans over and mumbles “For you I’ll sprint up and down your real life StairMaster thirty times if I have to” directly into Y/N’s ear.

“I know you would—but only if I prepare water in your favorite mug ahead of time, though, right?”

Okay, maybe Jake Sim will beat his ass after this rollercoaster of emotions dies down, but at least he’s winning now. It’s all about tenses: Future Housewife Sunghoon - 0, Current Breadwinner Sunghoon - 1.

“You know me so well.”

—

“Bruh.”

“You really had to code-switch to your Australian accent for that?” Sunghoon’s jaw drops, uncharacteristically whining at his friend. “‘Bruh’ to you too, man. The confession wasn’t that bad, I promise!”

Laughter bubbles in Jake’s chest, breaking free between each syllable: “What confession? Buddy, you didn’t even tell her how you felt! You just told her her C-Dramas are cringe and that you’re a wannabe gym bro!” And fuck StairMaster.

“Well, I was getting there!” Nevermind the fact that Sunghoon’s “been getting there” for the last decade; progress is still progress. “And, for the record, I thought Hidden Love was good! I swear! I’m literally team Jia Xu!”

Jake continues to giggle, flipping over his phone to read the time again, “whatever, man. I believe you. Regardless, I’m gonna go to bed now—holy shit, how is it already 5 in the morning?”

Plush rabbits, Chinese romance shows, and Sim Jaeyun’s unadulterated hatred could wait. Sunghoon’s urge to kick his feet and scream into a pillow could not.

—

And maybe the fact that he was due to meet up with Y/N couldn't wait either.

do answer (future park yn) now

hii where are you :3

dont tell me there's traffic wherever u are bro its 11am

You

Um

Mahbe there's a bit of congestion n

Naybe*

MAYBE* Congestiin* IM OMW

STAY PUT IMSORRY

do answer (future park yn)

Park Sunghoon I Will Have Your Head Roasted On A Spit

oki ^.^ (with malice)

You

I’m driving with Do Not Disturb While Driving turned on. I’ll see your message when I get where I’m going. (I’m not receiving notifications. If this is urgent, reply “urgent” to send a notification through with your original message.)

do answer (future park yn)

URGENT

fuck you

Jk drive safe :P

To be fair, in all of his years of living, Sunghoon never once claimed that the P in Park Sunghoon stood for Punctual. (But, as drunken Sunghoon once argued: the A in Sunghoon does stand for Always on time!).

Sure, maybe he should've taken the Metro; maybe he should’ve walked; maybe he should’ve done anything but trust himself to freeball a schedule without having a means of accountability, but he was still just Sunghoon doing as Sunghoon does.

Despite the idea of always being late to functions most likely accumulating into karmic retribution or another ramification in some form, Sunghoon was able to instantly find parking. It only took a few overly wide right turns and a couple illegal merges—the G in Sunghoon stood for “good-ish” driver—for him to make it to the parking lot of the Starfield Coex.

Chronic lateness may be a trend for me, the voice in Sunghoon’s head reasoned, but at least I’m not absent. This is for you, D.Va. (Yes, he named his rabbit daughter D.Va after the greatest Overwatch tank character of all time. D.Va’s mother did not agree with this decision.)

—

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? sunghoon mini sns au

part one | part two | part three

tag list [open]: @miniaturenami @yeodungiedelights

author's note: this is a weird intersection between a american/australian/south korean mix and. whatever the hell i got going on in my brain.

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Martian Stan AU - An Encounter

Spoilers for Chapter 4 :)

Comic under the cut!

…and this is why answering doors is a Bad Idea forever, kids. Take it from Ford.

Obligatory Tag list bc you all deserve to see Martian Stan for the Multimedia fic/au it is: @aroace-get-out-of-my-face @empressofsamoyeds @pinefamilycatsau @littlelilliana15 @pleasantartisanhottea

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May you do yandere platonic gi Huns team s2? The reader is 20-22 she’s very sick can barley stand and walk by herself she needs to eat 2x then others and feels ashamed so she doesn’t ask for extra food. She sometimes coughs off blood but doesn’t want others to worry. She tries to act happy and calm so the others don’t worry about her but she’s very scared of dying and she joined to game to pay for her medicine but after the first game and she saw people dying she wants to go home back to her family (dae go and her is dating he’s romantic yandere and they met before the games and she’s protective of her because he already knew about her)

Yandere/Platonic!Gi Hun's Season 2 Team with Reader who's Kang Dae-Ho's girlfriend and sick HCs

Pairing(s): Platonic!Gi-Hun's Team x Fem!Reader, Kang Dae Ho x GF!Fem!Reader

Warnings: sickness, mentions of death, coughing up blood, death almost, angst

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting this I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry for the long wait 😭

The last place to be in your condition would be the squid games obviously

Your boyfriend Kang Dae-Ho convinced that it would help cover your bills and your medication, not realizing what's in store

During the first game of Red Light, Green Light, he constantly tells you to stay behind him and not to move an inch. He won't let anything happen to you, he swears his life on it

After the game ends, you're shaking and you're coughing a lot, which blood comes out which makes you even more nervous

When the first voting round came on, you desperately wanted out, knowing that you won't survive any longer than your boyfriend could. You pressed X and so did your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, a lot of people chose O, so you had to stay. Kang Dae Ho comforts you and as you softly cry into his arms while sleeping, kissing you saying that both of you will make it out alive

He will give you half of his food to make sure that you're eating fine

Young-il notices this as well and gives you his milk every time you guys are given food

The team constantly asks how you are and you try to shrug it off saying you're fine

Mingle game was a huge stressful thing for you both as he made sure to keep you by his side

Durinh the night where everyone turns against each other, Dae Ho is sleeping by you, holding you ready to pull you under the bunk beds to hide

While you guys are hiding, you have the strong urge to cough which Dae Ho ripped a piece of fabric from the blanket to cover your sounds to avoid getting caught

Dae Ho hugs and kisses you as he goes to help Gi-Hun in stopping the guards

When he comes back after his panic attack, he holds you tight and is ready to give his own life to project yours

More will come out when season 3 is released!

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