#i really thought this latest episode would wake SOME OF Y���ALL UP

[jun-of-love]

i will spend my whole life loving you- kim mingyu

tw: none

genre: fluff, angst, kim mingyu

words: 1.7k

pairings: yn × mingyu

a/n: this a very random scenario that popped up in my head. it's all imagination, and does not in any way reflect mine or mingyu's opinions, values, thoughts etc. with that being said i hope you like it :)

“Hey Y/n, is something wrong with Mingyu?”

You had just parked your car when Seungcheol’s text popped on your screen. You read it, sighing deeply. Mingyu had been behaving really weird lately, no one knew what was going on in his mind. Considering that his contract with HYBE was expiring soon, you gave him some space as you figured that he needed time to figure out the specifics. The date was still far away, and the renewal discussion had just been initiated, there was seemingly no reason for Mingyu to act so disturbed over this. You closed your eyes and massaged your temple, the events of last week replaying in your head.

“Gyu, how was practice??” you chirped as soon as he entered the house, eyes void of energy. “Hey, is something wrong?”

“It's everyday babe, nothing special. I’m just tired, I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom.” He picked up Uri, your cat, and slammed the door shut. You were left with Doori, your other cat in your lap meowing at the shift in the energy. You didn’t want to tire him further or initiate any fights so you left the incident at that, even though it was only in the most intense fights that one of you would sleep in the guest bedroom.

However, before you could even wake up, Mingyu had left the house to go god-knows-where. All he left behind was a lame sticky note saying ‘Don’t worry about me, I had to head out early for some work.’ You were surprised but also concerned; Mingyu never lied, you both had each other’s schedules in your phones, and there was no reason for him to get out of the house at 7 in the morning. You texted and called him multiple times, but he had his phone switched off, further irritating you. You had no time to worry about this, as your own work started in a few hours and you had to get ready for another hard day of dealing with patients.

And so it continued for a week. Mingyu refused to interact with you, or anyone else for that matter. He would sleep early if he reached home before you, or came home after you fell asleep and left before you could wake up. He would only talk as much as necessary with his members and would be on his phone or staring off in the distance for hours. The latest episode of GoSe they shot ended up giving little to no screentime to him because of his low enthusiasm. For a roaring extrovert like him, this behavior was getting very concerning.

You stood in front of your apartment door, deciding to end this episode once and for all. You hadn’t sent him your regular text telling him that you’ve left work. You were back early, and you could hear the sounds of some activity going on inside. You quietly entered the house, leaving your things on the sofa and tip-toeing your way toward the kitchen.

There he was, back hunched over the sink, doing the dishes from the meal he had just cooked. Mingyu had a habit of humming or talking to himself while doing household chores, but he was eerily silent today. The sound of water splashing and utensils clanking against each other was deafening when not paired with his sweet humming. Your eyes prickled with tears, he really wasn’t feeling okay.

You walked towards him slowly, hugging him tightly from the back. A confused “Huh?” leaves his lips as he registers your presence. “You’re back early.” He said, in a vague tone.

“Kim Mingyu, what is wrong with you?” Mingyu shifted uncomfortably at the mention of his full name, but you refused to let go. “You haven’t even looked at me properly this past week. You’re not talking to me or anyone else at all,” You made him turn around, looking deeply into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Please, please talk to me.” Your tone turned into a pleading one without intending to, you had never been the one to hide your emotions well.

It felt as if all hold Mingyu had over himself fell apart. He hugged you tightly, his body slightly shaking, indicating that he was crying. You only stroked his back, trying your best to comfort him despite your overwhelming concern for him. Exactly what could have happened for him to break apart like that? He had been through malicious scandals and stalker fans yet this was the first time you had seen him so vulnerable.

“Y/n, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Mingyu managed to say between sobs. Your mind went blank and your body went cold, he wanted to break up with you?

“Do what?”

“This. Whatever I’m doing right now.” He continued. “I want to stop being an idol.” He stared into your eyes, desperately looking for validation. “I’m tired of this life. I’ve been working to the bone since I was fifteen, I have achieved more than I have ever dreamed, I just-” He hiccuped, “I just don’t want to be public property anymore. I don’t want to fake my personality, my emotions, my opinions 24/7, I’m sick of this.” He held your hand tightly, “Earlier I didn’t care, I had no one to come back home to, I could spend as much time as I wanted to in practice rooms, studios, broadcasts what not. But ever since I’ve met you, it kills me every time I have to hide our relationship for our safety, leave you and our daughters alone for months to perform on tours and even when I’m here, I always have some goddamn schedule to follow, and it's getting sickening to me! I just want to live with my family for as much time as I want.”

You didn’t know what to say. You knew his career was his dream, passion, and everything he has ever wanted and you also knew that he was slowly getting sick of it, but to this point? All of this to be with you? All you knew was that you would support him no matter what. “Let the contract expire then.” You said.

“What?”

“I said, fuck your idol industry. Leave your job. Stay at home and do whatever you want. Let’s spend all of our days and nights together. Let’s scream out our relationship to everyone. Leave all this behind if it is making you so miserable.”

“Really?” Mingyu asked incredulously. “You don’t have a problem with it? I’ll be unemployed. You’ll have a jobless husband.”

“Aha, you’re going too far Mr. Mingyu, you gotta put a ring on my finger first before calling yourself my unemployed husband.” You chuckled, careful not to show how giddy the word ‘husband’ made you.

However, Mingyu looked unaffected. “Don’t joke around.” He said sternly. “I won’t be able to be the man you deserve. I won’t be able to contribute to the house, or buy you pretty things, or give our daughters the best toys they deserv-”

“Gyu, are you crazy? You are the man I love. I don’t even care what I deserve, and even if I did I’m sure I’ve gotten way more than that.” You kiss him softly on the lips. “Retire and do whatever you want to do. Plus, I don’t get why you’re so worried about the financial part, have you forgotten how fat your bank account is? The bigass investments your accountant has made sure you have?? You own a fucking building for God’s sake, who put all this unemployment bullshit in your head?”

“Are you okay with me being a house-husband then?” Mingyu challenged, “What if I tell you I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you and our fur daughters and in the future, our children, and not work a day in my life ever at all ?!?” His eyes were so determined it made you laugh.

“Mingyu, what the hell are you talking about??” You giggled. “I would love that. I don’t like that domestic stuff as much anyway, you know that. Coming back home from work to a warm meal and a delicious man? How could I possibly say no??” His confused face made you laugh more, and hug him out of pure adoration.

Mingyu continued pouting,” I won’t be a high-value man then.” You snapped his head towards him, where was he getting all this stuff from? “Wouldn’t you be embarrassed when people ask you what your husband does and you have to say that he does nothing?”

“Who told you that? Let people believe whatever they want to believe. Who cares what people say, Gyu? As long as we’re happy together, as long as we’re balancing our relationship and our home properly, I don’t give a flying fuck about what anyone says.” You grab his face looking straight into his eyes. “I will yell and announce to everyone that I have a stay-at-home husband and everybody will be jealous to the very bone, you just see. Having you as a partner is such a flex, babe, don’t let this high-value shit get to your head, it is all bullshit anyway.” Mingyu smiles lightly, mostly from your overwhelmingly passionate speech. “Even if you were to sell your investments and your buildings, and donate that money to charity, I will still be able to support the house comfortably so Don’t. Worry. About. The. Money. Your girlfriend is a dentist” You finish your speech with a smirk, making him chuckle.

Mingyu just held you in his embrace tightly, words like ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ couldn’t possibly suffice for the extent of adoration and respect he had for you in his heart. He felt emotions that he couldn’t quite describe, but he was sure that relief and gratitude were some of them. A huge burden had been lifted off of him, and he could only hope you knew how much you had helped him till now. The grave concerns and issues bothering him for so long felt so small to him, now that he had your support. He could take over the world, or live his dream domestic life, everything was possible as long as you were by his side.

[lovelybarnes]

restless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and steve rogers warnings: mentions of nightmares and clingy bucky but it’s mostly fluff about: bucky can’t sleep without y/n a/n: i was going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep :| my computer was literally open and nearly dead when i woke up lmao

today marks one week that you’ve been gone, and with it, the official shortest amount of sleep that bucky has gotten in a week. he supposes it’s sightly pathetic that he can’t sleep well- or, really, at all- without you, but you continuously tell him you chase his nightmares away for him, and without you there to make them disappear, where else will they go but deep into the crevices of his mind, where they’ll hide long enough for him to let his guard down and lull himself to sleep, only to wake up with the ugly memories of things he hoped he’d forgotten. he’s constantly told that his attachment to you is overbearing- not by you, though. never by you- because it must be, with how much he clings to your side, always touching some part of you so that he’s sure that, yes, you’re there. not a dream or an illusion, although you’re good enough to be one.

he misses every part of you; your fingers and the way they run through his hair, trace his features with such tenderness he nearly believes he is what you see, your voice and its ability to transform the most mundane words into the greatest poetry, sing soft songs into his skin until he’s fallen asleep, your eyes and how they examine him in the best way possible, glowing when they meet his.

he longs for you, but he can only imagine your smile, the bitter reminder that you’re probably showing it to some psychopath for the mission you’re on. he hates steve every time the memory is evoked, the panic that comes with your being used as bait for some of the most screwed up villains in the world only returning stronger. he’s tempted to go get you himself, uncaring if he screws up the mission because at least he’ll have you.

stark will call him pathetic, then go to bed with the love of his life, so bucky prefers keeping his thoughts about you to himself, much like he’d like to keep you. you’ve told him you can handle yourself, and bucky never doubts it, having been victim to the using of your skills when he first encountered you as the winter soldier. you kicked his ass then, and you kick any and all ass now.

it doesn’t help his sleeping schedule, though your calls do. he swears you’re an angel because there’s no way a normal human could glow like that through a screen, but you always laugh off his words and simply tell him to turn his brightness down. however, you haven’t taught him that yet, so he greets you with the same sentence every time. his smile is always brighter after your calls, the dark bruises under his eyes reduced as if he got a full night’s rest. it’s your effect on him, and as much as everyone teases you both for it, they appreciate it.

you’re due to come back in a week or two, but bucky is unsure he can wait that long, and judging from your chirpier-than-usual voice in your latest interaction, you’ve finished early, like you always do. he likes to imagine it’s because of him, behind the deprecating voice that screams at him why would it be? (the answer is that you love him and hate every second you’re away from him)

sam scoffs when he overhears him telling that to steve, sitting down next to bucky, “man, there is no way you can tell that from a phone call. even if you could, i know she’s good, but to shave two weeks off mission time? natasha hasn’t even been able to do that.” a proud smile grows on bucky’s face without his permission as he shrugs, “she’s that good,” he brags, choosing to ignore the fake gag sam sends his way.

you frown when he tells you what he thinks on your call a few hours later, lips puckering into a small pout, “how did you know? i wanted it to be a surprise!” you ask through a crackled voice. so much for state of the art technology, bucky thinks, but is glad nonetheless to hear your voice. “i know you too well, doll. you’re really coming back today?”

you nod excitedly, biting your bottom lip. “mhm! i missed you and my bed too much to stay here a moment longer. villains are such pervs,” you complain, nose scrunching. bucky’s jaw sets when he hears your words, immediately thinking the worst. “but, i’m coming back today, so it’s fine. what do you want to do when i get back?”

bucky shrugs, “be with you,” he answers simply, making you laugh. “other than that, dummy. we could watch a movie, have a little date night to make up for the one i missed while i was gone.” bucky grins at this, remembering his plans for that night. “okay,” he agrees, “we’ll watch one of those movies on my list. although sam put some weird ones.”

you concur through chuckles that pass through the phone, reminding him how much you love him. he swears an oath to never let you go again and bites back a yawn that you see right through. “you’re sleeping the moment i get back,” you instruct, and bucky nods with your words, even when the sole idea of your being within arm’s reach is obviously too enticing to pass up for sleep. “whatever you want, doll. as long as you’re here.” he replies, thinking about spending the night pressing kisses to your hair and checking for any injuries you may have withheld from him.

the sentence is dishonest and you both know it, but you leave it at that, missing him too much and sure he’ll rest with how exhausted he must be. you say goodbye without the actual words, only giving a blown kiss and a “see you later.”

bucky spends the rest of the hours without you thinking of you, skimming through the words written in the little blue notebook you got him to replace his old one. that one sits on his dresser, the disuse proven by the layer of dust that covers it. the names he spent hours agonizing over, tracing his fingers over the indents made by the pen, are hidden by its cover. they never fade from his mind, though. only half of the pages of the one you gave him are blank now, and the ones that aren’t are bright and white, inviting him to drop his pen on the lines and jot whatever reference he didn’t understand but wants to. he eyes the names of the movies and shows, some accompanied by quotes that refer to them. “new girl: nick miller,” he reads, remembering how one of your friends said he was the avenger version of the character. “friends: ‘joey doesn’t share food,” sam told him that one when he didn’t let him have any of his chips. he looks at clueless, recalling the way all of his teammates stare at scott whenever the movie comes up. there are a couple pages like this, some of them recommendations and others titles he kept hearing. tonight, he decides on starting a new show, but he leaves the actual show up to you to decide.

you arrive a couple hours later, when stars have littered the darkness that bled through the sky. it’s all very rom-com-filmesque, the way you light up when you see his face- even through how tired you clearly are- and how you jump into his arms, ignoring the ache in your muscles because the way his arms wrap around you seems to make it disappear. he gathers you in his arms and kisses everywhere on your face, treasuring your laugh and the feeling of your lips pressing to his shoulder when you hug him again.

even when you pull away, he doesn’t let go of your hand, flesh fingers tracing small circles into your skin. you don’t complain, even when steve shoves papers in front of you and asks you to sign them with a sheepish look. sam comes by and teases bucky lightheartedly, hounding bucky to let you have both your hands. you chuckle at his request and squeeze bucky’s fingers, kissing the back of his hand, “oh, no, he better not,” you half-joke. he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he gently draws you closer.

you don’t feel like driving at the moment, and you need to water your plants, completely sure that wanda forgot to do it, so you end up going to your room, even though you spend most of your time at his own room or your apartment outside the compound. you can tell how little the room has been used by the spotless counters and floors, furniture clean of any of the knickknacks you usually leave. you only sleep here when bucky leaves for long missions, his absence is overly blatant when he’s gone, and your plants keep you from feeling too alone.

you usher bucky inside, tugging open your drawers to search for something for him to wear. you grin at the soft fabric under the pads of your fingertips, recalling the memory of stealing them from bucky’s closet to soak in his scent when you couldn’t have the real thing. the considerable use has washed away all traces of him, and you decide that needs to be fixed, picking out clothing for him.

you change into one of his old shirts and make tea while he changes, smiling when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your jaw. “what do you want to watch tonight?” he asks, and you contemplate it while you pour your drinks, shoveling spoons of sugar into each one to make it as sweet as possible- his favorite. “new girl, i think you’ll like it,” you reply after a moment.

he unravels his arms from around you, taking the mugs from the counter and following you to your room after you peck his cheek in thanks. “okay, i want to see what this nick miller is all about,” bucky says, making you laugh softly. “c’mon,” he urges, opening his arms for you after setting the cups down. you cuddle up to his side after you grab your computer, setting up netflix and choosing the show.

halfway through the first episode, bucky feels the fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks, hours of missed sleep catching up to him now that he’s finally relaxed and comfortable. keeping his eyes open is a job all on its own, and the sweet smell of your hair combined with the way your fingers move on his chest, softly writing letters and drawing shapes, is too much to resist.

you barely notice when he shuts his eyes, the evening of his breathing alerting you he’s succumbed to his tiredness. you stop the video and quietly shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside table while moving as little as possible. he feels you shift through your efforts, pulling you closer in his sleep. you chase away his nightmares like you always do, letting him sleep his first full night since you left.

he wakes up rejuvenated and embarrassed, sputtering out embarrassed apologies that you shush with kind reassurances and tender kisses. he’s reminded of how wonderful you are when you turn, arms extending to reach into your bag and carrying out a small stuffed animal that you say reminded you of him.

[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

[lipstickstainz]

mismatched socks - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer's girlfriend (reader, FBI agent too) always wears mismatched socks and when they have their first night together at his apartment he notices, and his brain goes to mush, and falls in love with her even more

Warnings: fluff, some talk about Spencer being insecure Word Count: 2.2k A/N: thanks for the request, love! I really enjoyed writing it! requests are open guys! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had always known he was different. He had always been the smartest in school, which could be attributed to his eidetic memory. He wasn't invited to birthday parties because he liked to tell facts that were funny to him, but that no one else found funny. And he had been rather an oddball in other ways, too.

All his life this fact had made him insecure. He thought of himself as too skinny, too unathletic-especially when he compared himself to Derek, which was pretty stupid, of course-and his hair always lay funny, no matter how hard he tried to tame it. He wore cardigans over shirts-the watch over the cardigan, of course-which was pretty weird, but he wore Converse with them and two different socks every day. He loved magic and physics jokes. Spencer couldn't talk about the latest episode of Greys Anatomy, and he wasn't sure what Team Stefan and Team Damon were. Spencer didn't fit in perfectly anywhere and it had taken him time to accept that. He also never imagined anyone would find in attractive, or even want to be with him.

Until you came along.

On your first day at BAU, he immediately noticed three things about you. First, you walked incredibly fast, actually too fast to just walk from one office to the next. It seemed to her as if you were flying. Second, you tucked your hair behind your ears every few minutes, even when it wasn't falling in your face. He wondered why you didn't use a pin or a scrunchie. But it was a habit that didn't bother him in the least. From the moment he first saw you, he found you irresistibly pretty, and he was glad your hair didn't cover your face. And third, you could write ambidextrously. As the team sat in the conference room and you scribbled something in your case file - also something he noticed, you seemed to prefer paper as much as he did - you reached for your coffee cup with your right hand and continued to write undisturbed with your left, until the entire team looked at you as if you were from another star. It was a look Spencer knew all too well.

He had never met anyone like you.

Spencer liked you from the first moment he saw you. He liked that you took your backpack on both shoulders and that you preferred cocoa to coffee. He liked the way you smiled at him when he brought you one from the office kitchen and set it on your desk. And he liked the way your skin felt on his when you reached under the desk for his hand when you noticed a change in his demeanor. You then squeezed his hand twice. Once for "It's all right" and once for "I'm here, with you."

In your presence, everything seemed as easy as breathing. You listened to him when he blathered on about a subject you didn't understand, because you liked his intelligence and the way he explained things without looking down on others. You even asked when he had to explain something to you, which had surprised him so much the first few times that he had completely forgotten what your conversation was about. He had stared at you and the blush had come to his face. One feature that didn't escape you, but made him even more attractive to you.

When you went to his table one morning and told him that you had seen Star Trek for the first time the previous night, and now wondered how realistic the physics in the movie were, he could hardly stand it. You were beautiful and intelligent and interested in Star Trek? And when you asked him if he could explain something from the movie to you, he was sure his dream girl was standing right in front of him.

"I need your help", he told Derek that very day as they stood together in the kitchen. "How do I ask a girl out?"

Derek nearly choked on his coffee before turning to Spencer. "Since when do you want to date?" He noticed Spencer's gaze, which wasn't on him, but slid past him and lingered on you.You sat at your desk and tucked your hair behind your ears before looking up and over at Spencer's desk.  Derek could see your gaze wander around the office and then linger on Spencer before you smiled and got back to work. With a grin, Derek looked at Spencer. "You're going to ask Y/N out on a date? Oh boy, it's about time you finally do. I already said to Penelope that -"

"Please, Morgan. I just want to know how to ask her out”, Spencer interrupted him, looking at his friend.

Derek's grin gave way to an honest, friendly smile. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just ask her directly."

"And if she says no?", asked Spencer uncertainly, his mouth twisting into a thin line. He couldn't imagine you going on a date with him, but he couldn't stay in the dark any longer either. He had to at least try.

"She won't”, Derek assured him. The whole team felt that Spencer and you would be perfect for each other, but he didn't tell him that. Spencer should learn to walk before he starts running. "I can see the way she looks at you. And if she does say no, she's not as smart as I thought."

Spencer trusted Derek's words and took it upon himself to ask you out on a date that very day. He had phrased the question countless times in his head, even encouraging himself in the mirror in the men's room, but every time he stood in front of you and looked at your beautiful face, he couldn't get a single word out. They got stuck in his throat and he was so embarrassed that he fled from you several times. By the third time, he had red marks on his neck, which you noticed immediately, and you wondered how you had made him so uncomfortable without having really done anything. When he said nothing again, you put your hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay, Spencer?", you asked, and he just nodded. It's now or never.

"Wouldyougooutwithme?" He almost mumbled, but you had understood him perfectly. "If you don't want to, that's fine, and we'll pretend I never asked. We'll just keep being friends and -"

"Spencer," you interrupted, smiling up at him, "I'd love to go out with you," you replied, and he was able to breathe deeply again. The marks on his neck faded as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He had done it. Spencer had asked you and you had agreed, but where was he going to take you? Nothing seemed good enough for him. Going out to eat was nice, but you didn't seem like someone who needed to talk the whole time. He thought movie theaters were dumb because you couldn't talk there at all. After two days he had thought of something and he wouldn't have minded if you thought the idea was stupid, but when he presented his idea to you, you smiled at him excitedly.

"I can't wait."

You spent your first date in Spencer's favorite library, surrounded by knowledge and stories. You walked the aisles together, telling stories of books you had read and found to be good, and books you had abandoned because they were so bad you couldn't finish them. As you walked through each aisle, which had actually taken an entire afternoon, Spencer didn't want the date to end. He was going to suggest something else, but you beat him to it.

"There's a couch over there. Shall we sit there? Then you can read me something from your favorite book."

You would be the death of him.

A few weeks later, you had arranged to go for a walk. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cool, so you strolled hand in hand along the paths. He liked the fact that you worked together but couldn't just talk about the job. You were explaining to him why a certain Matt Donavan from a vampire series was incredibly annoying when someone stopped in front of you.

"Y/N! How nice to see you!", the young woman said, unceremoniously wrapping her arms around you. When she broke away from you, you looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, this is Lisa, my college roommate. Lisa, this is Spencer, my boyfriend”, you explained before you could think about what you had just said. You chatted briefly before going your separate ways again. You noticed a change in Spencer's behavior and feared you had misinterpreted everything. When you couldn't take it anymore, you stopped.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend”, you said, looking down at the ground in shame. "We've never talked about what exactly we are, but it feels like you're my boyfriend and I wish you were, so I -"

"Y/N”, he interrupted you and tenderly reached for your hand. A smile spread across his face. He couldn't believe himself that he would ask you that. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The bar was crowded and the later it got, the more crowded you felt. The team had been in the mood to celebrate after a difficult case, so everyone had gathered in the regular bar. Penelope was putting on some dance moves on the dance floor while Emily and JJ were bawling out the song, which neither Spencer nor you knew. He had his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly to his side, which you enjoyed very much. He didn't fit in here with his shirt and cardigan, but he fit you, you were one hundred percent sure of that.

As you stifled a yawn, he looked down at you. "Shall we go? You seem tired and I'm getting ready to go to bed too”, he suggested and you nodded. Outside, he hailed you a cab and as you got in, you gave the driver Spencer's address.

"We're going to my place?", asked Spencer, looking at you in confusion as you nestled into his side.

"Yeah, I hope that's okay”, you replied, "If it's too soon for you for us to sleep together, then you just have to say so. I won't be mad at you."

How could he be mad at you? You wanted to spend the night with him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. He had hit the jackpot.

"Would you like to drink something?", he asked as you sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. It wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment, but you'd never entered his bedroom before and you didn't want to take the step without him. It was still his apartment and his privacy and you respected that.

"Just water, please”, you replied, pulling your legs up so he could sit next to you. He handed you the glass and you took a big gulp.

In your presence, Spencer had never felt like an oddball. You never made him feel like he was different or weird. You didn't laugh at him, you laughed with him, and you had assured him many times how incredibly attractive he was to you, even if he couldn't see it. He wasn't too skinny or too unathletic for you. He dressed askew, but it suited him like a glove and you had imagined more than once what he would look like without clothes. It didn't bother you in the least that he wasn't interested in the technology of today. For you, he was just right. For you, he was perfect.

Even though you often assured him how much you liked him and how happy you were with him, he was still insecure from time to time. But as you sat there together on the couch and you put your legs on his thighs, he was one hundred percent sure that he didn't need to be insecure. On your left foot was a green sock, while on your right dangled an orange sock.

You wore the socks like he did. Two different ones. Had you seen this on him and copied it or had you always worn socks like this? A question that could be answered later. His heart stopped for a second, his brain turned to mush, which is why he couldn't control his following words either. "I think I love you."

Surprised, you looked to him and noticed that his gaze lingered on your socks. "You see my socks and then say you love me? Maybe something isn't going right in that clever head of yours”, you grinned and leaned towards him. Blushes shot up his face. "I love you too, Spencer."

Gently, you placed your lips on his. The kiss was tender, hesitant, but Spencer saw his chance and gently pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His heart threatened to overflow with love. As he placed his hands on your butt, you moaned softly into his mouth. He smiled.

In your presence, he didn't feel like he was different.

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || LIKE HOME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine 

| word count : 1363

| published : 06 december

| request : Hi! could i request a jealous gojo x reader where reader bring a cat home without gojo knowing but once he finds out hes okay with it until he sees you spending more time with it and giving the cat more attention, so he becomes jealous and tries to catch your attention? thank you!

| barista’s notes : hey hey hey guys~ i’m so sorry for the constant one post/imagine a day updates - i keep forgetting how hard and long it is to plan and type them out, espeically when you’re not really confident at all ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ - BUT i also also the latest episode of Yuukoku no Moriarty and THE NEW EPISODE OF ATTACK ON TITAN SEASON FOUR....IT WAS AMAZING LIKE THERE WAS SO MUCH ACTION AND I LOVED IT ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻ but other than that, to whoever requested it, i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

This was not supposed to happen. This little scenario that was playing right in front of him with his very two sky-blue eyes was not what he had planned.

At this current moment in time, you were laying sideways on your and Gojo’s shared bed with a little ball of fluff sleeping right beside you, who had both its paws cutely wrapped around your wrist, as if it was cuddling with its favourite toy and keeping you there anchored to the bed, leaving the shaman to be feeling extremely touched starved.

Ever since you had brought this stray cat home after finding it when you had completed a mission of yours, it seemed like your attention had completely shifted from him to the little British shorthair that was capturing your attention right now. From what he could remember in the beginning, you didn’t even inform him straight away that you had bought a cat back into your shared home, rather he found out about his new tiny roommate by the little animal suddenly popping out from under the couch looking for you when he was watching something on the TV on his rare day off, scaring him slightly thinking it was a mouse that somehow got into the house.

                                    ꕥ

“Honey~ Who is this little thing?” 

Turning around from your cooking, you instantly saw your lovely and cheeky boyfriend holding up the little grey cat that you had secretly hidden away from him - even though you knew he was going to find out about it somehow in some way. “Oh...Ha….That’s a funny question isn’t it?” you stuttered to Gojo, as you used your index finger to scratch your cheek in awkwardness, trying to find a way to explain this situation.

“Honey~” Gojo then pressed on, as he inched a tiny step closer to you along with the cat, causing you to look at his beautiful eyes as well as the cat’s glossy baby green eyes. “Okay, okay, I bought the cat home after I found it after a mission,” you explained to him in a quiet tone, before taking the cat away from his hands to your, leading to the fluffy creature to snuggle up to you and rest it’s head on your shoulder to which then you began to stroke it’s light grey fur to comfort it.

“You can’t just steal a cat you see randomly, babe~” Gojo stated to you in a matter of fact tone, to which you countered that statement by saying with a pout, “he was in a box in the rain Satoru, I couldn’t just leave him there,” causing your boyfriend to look at you before looking at the cat that was in your arms as he then shifted his eyes back to you, who was now showcasing the ‘puppy dog’ eyes that he knew that you knew that now he couldn’t resist and say ‘no’ to you - you just looked so loveable to him right now.

“Ah fine, if it doesn’t mess up the whole house, it can stay,” Gojo then said in defeat, leading you to jump up and down in glee before continuously kissing his cheek as a thank you, “well if I can get more kisses honey~ that would be better,”

                                ꕥ

Now, this little agreement of his turned against him in the ‘receiving your attention’ aspect because here you are now, laying in bed with a cat - that was on his side - that didn’t even need your attention right now since it was asleep. However, it seemed like you weren’t going to leave the grey fluff anytime soon as you continued to admire the little creature that was curled up while still hugging your hand.

“Honey~” Gojo called out, hoping to gain at least some of your attention, yet you ignored him and continued to coo and stroke the cat as if you were still alluring it to sleep, even though it seemed like it was already light’s out for the little man. 

“Sweetie~” Gojo then called out to you again with another pet name of yours that he had, only for the same exact result. Annoyed at the little to no reaction from you, Gojo immediately stood up from his seat before making his way towards the bed, looming his shadow and body over you and the cat breaking your trance once you notice the change in lighting.

Looking up towards the ceiling, you immediately saw a pair of ocean eyes looking down upon you with a pouty expression on his face causing you to giggle lightly at the funny, childish sight. “Hi babe, what’s wrong?” you asked, only for Gojo’s response to you by him carefully picking up the grey shorthair - not wanting to wake him up - and placing it on the little bed that you both brought for it the other day before coming back over to lay himself beside you - like he was replacing the cat with himself.

“Why did you move him?” you then asked in a confused tone, as you lifted yourself to see how the cat was, only for Gojo to place a hand on the side of your head before gently pushing you back down onto the mattress, causing you to look at your boyfriend in surprise only for him to instantly wrap his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his. Slowly after realising what he did, you reciprocated his actions and wrapped your arms around him giving some of your linger warmth to him as a gift for him giving you his. This felt like home.

“Pay attention to me,” Gojo demanded before pulling you closer to him, to the point where his face was pressed against your chest. “Huh?” you expressed in confusion, causing Gojo to look up at with once again the same angry pouty expression that you adored. “Pay attention to me honey~ you’ve been ignoring me ever since you bought that cat back home, give me something at least,” Gojo moaned, before burying his face against your chest again as if he was a kid hiding away after being told off leaving you to laugh at his cute little outburst.

“Aw~ you getting jealous of a cat Totoro~” you teased the white-haired shaman - with his pet name you had for him - leading to Gojo being silent for a few seconds before adorably nodding his head - letting his pride go - causing you to be surprised once again at his easy admission.

“I am jealous Y/N, I want your attention, so give it to me,” Gojo then continued to rant in a kid-like tone, even though you just barely understood what he said since his speech was muffled into your shirt due to his face buried in your chest leaving you to feel a little ticklish. However, pushing away that feeling, you leisurely placed a hand on top of his head before ruffling his white locks - just like how a mother would comfort her child.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my wanted attention now, haven’t you?” you asked Gojo in a soft tone, leaving him to give you another cute nod before turning his head slightly  - to which caused you to see his cheeky smirk like it was as if he had won something - telling you that he was planning to take a nap. “So after you got my attention, you’re planning to take a nap?” you teasingly question your boyfriend only for you to get a silent response, causing you to look down to see this beautiful eyes closed with his back slowing rising then falling, indicating to you that it was lights out for him now - just like the grey British Shorthair that was sleeping in its bed.

Deciding it was time for you to sleep as well, you slowly began to reach over to the night lamp that was right beside you - trying to not wake up the human-cat that was on your right now - only for Gojo’s arms to tighten around you causing you to be anchored in place.

However, what he seemingly tiredly muttered next was what you always thought in your mind whenever you were in his arms.

“Feels like home”

[devildomdoofus]

I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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Reality Check - Chapter 4

We’re back!!  Woo!!  I’m sorry for the long wait, but we’re getting back into it!  This is a little shorter than I wanted, but I promise it’s packed with some good info! Enjoy! <3

Missed the first part?  Read it here! Need chapter 2 or 3?  Go down to the tags and click #Reality Check Masterlist !

Warning: This contains spoilers for episode 8 of WandaVision.  This takes place between episodes 2 and 3, but we do have a few hints and references to the latest episode.  

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023.  The two bonded over the loss of their partners.  It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend.  Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

You ended up going to the park where you had seen Scott.  It was empty, free from everyone who was at the talent show.  That’s exactly what you wanted.  It was peaceful, quiet, and away from anyone that could ruin it.  

Or so you hoped.  

“Are you alright?” Geraldine asked you, sitting down on the bench next to you.  You hadn’t even realized you were sitting on a bench.  You were so... Out of it by the time that she was there that you hardly recognized her.

“Yes, I’m alright.  Thank you,” You said, wiping tears from your eyes.  You felt frustrated, as if nothing was going to be okay anytime soon. 

“What happened?  You seemed to get really startled back there.  Loki just watched you leave.”  She said, placing a hand on your shoulder.  It was comforting, warm.  It didn’t feel like anyone or anything else here has lately.  You wanted to collapse right then and there.  

“It seems like everyone is hiding some secret from me.  Loki refuses to answer my questions, there’s that stranger who popped up spouting nonsense about the town.  And then there’s just everything strange.  I went to the store expecting that to be fine but even that was just... Absurd.  It seems like I’m in a dream or something and I can’t wake up.” You ranted to her.  She nodded understandingly.  

“I know how you feel.  It feels like I don’t even know where I’m at sometimes.”  She said quietly.  

“Yeah, it feels like Westview has changed so much since... Since Wanda got here.”  

“What was it like before?” She questioned.  

“I don’t remember.  That’s the thing.  I don’t know what’s going on, but I haven’t been able to remember a single thing since a few days ago.  All I know is who I am and that I’m married to Loki.  I can’t remember how we got here, what this town’s like... All I know is that I don’t like Dottie or Agnes,” You laughed humorlessly.  

“Dottie or Agnes?” 

“They’ve always struck me as odd ones.  Well, Dottie is quite a-” 

“Y/n!  Geraldine!  I finally found you two, thank goodness.”  Wanda walked up to you, breathing a sigh of relief.  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.  What’s going on?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing Wanda.  I’m just a little confused, that’s all.” 

“Confused?  How do you mean?” She asked, wanting to be a supportive friend.  

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Darcy continued to watch the TV, taking notes as she went along.  Jimmy walked up and sat down next to her, placing a cup of coffee down for her.  “Y/N seems to be questioning everything,” She responded to his question. 

“Questioning?” 

“Yeah, it seems like she’s able to figure out something’s wrong in the neighborhood.  No one else has managed to do that yet.  Not even Wanda herself.” 

“Is it possible Wanda is the root of this?” 

“Are you trying to say she placed herself in a bubble where she’s forced to act like she’s in a sitcom with her dead love and her friend plays a small role?  I doubt it, but nothing’s out of the equation yet.  Is that coffee for me?” She smiled. 

Jimmy nodded, watching the screen.  Wanda was just about to approach you and Geraldine at the park.  He watched the screen carefully when it suddenly cut off, playing into the next scene where Wanda and Vision arrive home, talking about the day.  “Wait, what just happened?” 

“I don’t know,” Darcy responded, trying to turn the knobs on the TV screen to get a better signal.  “How did we just skip past an entire scene?” 

“I don’t think that was anything you did.  I think someone on the inside had something to do with it.  Wanda, maybe.” 

“Because Y/N was questioning it?” 

“Maybe.  Whatever’s going on, whether it’s Wanda in control or someone else, they don’t want anyone to figure it out or know what’s happening.  Including us.”  

Darcy nodded grimly.  She wanted to believe that Wanda was a superhero, an Avenger.  She was someone who pummeled Thanos and kept fighting for the good guys.  What would make her isolate a town in New Jersey?  

“Either way,” Jimmy spoke, breaking her thoughts, “Who’s that guy that keeps popping up in the background?  The one Y/N spoke to?” 

“Oh you mean Scott?  He seems to be a background character.  I haven’t been able to catch a good angle of him.  The ‘camera’ isn’t allowing me to get any good glimpses of him.  We’ve already identified most of the town though.  It doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Well, we need to keep trying.  If we can’t identify them, then that means they may be another person of interest here.” 

“Got it.  There’s one question that’s really bugging me though.” 

“What’s that?” 

“How are Vision and Loki both there?” 

~

“Oh thank God, Wanda, what happened?” You asked as she walked through the door, back into your shared apartment.  She sat down, keeping her gaze locked on the green carpeting underneath her feet.  Her eyes glistened with tears that refused to come out.  

“I saw him, but he wasn’t there anymore.”  Her voice cracked as she let out a choked sob.  Your heart crumbled into pieces as you watched the woman practically collapse.  You quickly sat next to her on the couch, pulling her into a side hug.  

“Wanda, I’m so sorry.”

“I just wanted to bury him.  It was the least he deserved after everything we went through.” She wrapped an arm around you tightly as you felt her tears dampen your shirt.  

“I know, just let it all out,” You tried to comfort her.  There wasn’t much you could say though, at least, nothing you hadn’t said before.  “At least they’re dismantling him though, right?  They’re being careful, and they’re not disobeying Vision’s wishes.  When I heard S.W.O.R.D had him,” You hesitated for a moment, “I feared the worst.” 

Wanda let out a quiet sniffle as she broke the hug.  “Me too.  That’s why I had to drive up to New York as soon as possible.  I had to make sure.” 

You nodded, giving her a soft smile.  “Did they give you a hard time about it?” 

“It wasn’t any harder than I expected,” She admitted.  “When I saw him, I knew it was over.  I couldn’t even see him.  Not in the way I remember him.” 

“But you got to say goodbye.” 

“Yeah, I did.” 

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before she looked around the room, spotting a manila envelope by the door.  “What’s that?” She asked, walking towards it. 

“It was in the mail today, it was addressed to you.  I have no idea what it could be though.”  

She glanced at the return address before carefully opening up the envelope.  Inside was a single paper.  It was large and thick, some kind of heavy-duty paper.  Whatever it was must’ve been important.  She didn’t say anything, so you asked, “What is it?” 

“It’s... It’s from Vision.” 

~

You woke up in a cold sweat in bed.  What happened yesterday?  You turned to look next to you, finding Loki.  He was sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around your waist.  Things seemed different though.  

You took a look around your room.  It was brighter, and much livelier than it was before.  The sheets were a bright blue, almost matching the patches of sky you could see through the green curtains on the window.  The bedside lamps had vibrant red shades on them, matching the golden stands beautifully.  The dark oak tables they sat on complimented the room.  

You looked to get a better look at Loki.  Now you could see his black hair and pale skin in a much better light.  He was wearing a black t-shirt for pajamas.  You looked at your own clothing, noticing that you were wearing a pink nightgown.  When did you get home?  And how did you get home? 

You carefully moved Loki’s arm off of you as he shifted in his sleep.  Pulling the covers off of you, you turned to look at the clock.  It was 10:00 in the morning.  The last time you checked, it had to be around 4:00 in the afternoon yesterday.  Whatever happened between the three of you must’ve ended up in some wild psychedelic dream or a lot of drinking.  

You got dressed, slipping on a nice top and skirt that you could find.  They were (f/c), your favorite.  When did you get these clothes?  Most of your wardrobe consisted of dresses, so seeing the shirt and skirt seemed strange to you.  It didn’t matter all that much though because you heard a knock on the door as soon as you were done.  

Opening the door, you were greeted by a certain woman.  “Agnes!  Hello, how wonderful to see you!  Come in,” You smiled, stepping to the side.  

“Oh hi dear, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.  Especially after what happened yesterday, I knew I had to stop by!” She smiled widely, laughing a little. 

“That’s so sweet of you.  But, what do you mean by what happened yesterday?” You asked, chuckling nervously.  She sat down on the couch and you took a seat across from her.  Her piercing gaze seemed to look right through you, as if she knew you had no idea what happened last night.  

“Why, with the talent show of course!  Loki came around to tell me what happened.  He seemed very distraught,” She frowned.  

You laughed nervously once more.  “Well, we just had a small disagreement that’s all.  I can’t figure out why he went to you though,” You smiled. 

“Oh don’t worry about it my dear, he was just wondering if I had any idea where you were heading off to.  He’s worried about you, you know.  You’ve been acting so strangely lately that... It’s piqued everyone’s interest at this point.” 

“Well, it’s nothing to worry about, I can assure you of that.  Quite frankly it’s something that I believe should stay between me and my husband at this point.  I’m not very comfortable with talking about it.” 

“Are you sure?  You seem very nervous right now, Y/N.  Plus, it seems like you’ve gotten very close with the new guy in town, Scott.  I’ve seen you talking with him while Loki’s not around, you sly little thing.” She winked mischievously as she laughed. 

Your blood ran cold and it seemed like everything around you stopped.  You couldn’t think of anything else, you just wanted Agnes to stop talking.  Her eyes widened as she seemed to freeze too.  She didn’t say anything as you glared at her.  

“I think you should go,” You stated.  “It’s early in the morning and I have to make breakfast.  Perhaps we can continue this chat another time,” You said, ushering her out the door.  Her eyes were still wide, yet she said nothing.  She simply walked outside, taking a turn towards her house.  

You closed the door once she was gone, breathing a sigh of relief.  It was as if the world reverted back to normal as soon as she was gone.  

~

Agatha continued her descent to her house, taking a look around as the people around her.  Herb was just walking outside.  He was getting into place, just as she wanted.  If she was going to freak Vision out she needed him by the fence on standby.  

When she made it back to her home, she walked downstairs to her basement.  It was still being built as she didn’t have the time to fix everything up just yet.  It had several runes going across the walls and she had her book in there.  She flipped through the pages, trying desperately to figure out what had just happened.  

“Interesting.” 

“So Wanda isn’t the only one with magic here.”

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signs

order up !  large americano at 75% sweetness, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a slice of cherry pie with mingyu for anon <3 order notes :  mingyu x reader, angst, fluff, a first date, brief mentions of other members, cameo from eunwoo bec i watched true beauty and was in need of another 97 liner, and a very nervous mingyu, he just wants everything to go well smh look, something’s written on your cup... hi ! for transparency’s sake this is an edited version of something that i posted a while back that i deleted. so if you are the anon who requested this but couldn’t find it, here it is now ! 

summary : all mingyu wanted was to go on one nice date with you, was that too much to ask? well, according to the universe, it was.

word count : ~2.8k

The first sign was he woke up a little too late, technically it wasn’t even a sign, considering that it was entirely his fault anyway. Mingyu had spent all of the previous night preparing for your date with him — making little sandwiches, cutting up some fruit, baking cookies to be put in little plastic containers. After hearing that you hadn’t been to the park in quite a while, never really having a reason to go, he decided that a picnic wasn’t too bad of an idea for a first date. 

Mingyu had wanted to ask you out for the longest time, being friends with him ever since both of you knew how to talk. It was easy, your friendship with him. Neither of you ever felt like you had to put up some sort of front, or have walls up incredibly high. He asked you out in the most casual of ways too, like it wasn’t that big of a deal. You couldn’t tell but on the inside, he was freaking out — that came with not knowing how you’d react and the possibility of rejection.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Mingyu asked, unable to meet your eyes.

You nodded, slightly confused at his inability to match your gaze.

“Okay, I was thinking we can go to the park tomorrow since you told me you haven’t been there in a while. Maybe we could go on a picnic?” He spoke as if he didn’t start preparing for this days ago, looking up fun things to do while on a picnic or a park — picking wildflowers together was high up on the list of things he wanted to do with you.

“Oh, sure! I’ll text Wonwoo and the others to see if they want to join us—”

“No!” Mingyu exclaimed, a little too loud and a little too quickly, a hand in front of you like he was about to physically stop you from doing something. “I was thinking that it could be just the two of us, you know?”

He hoped you would pick up on it, the implication from the nervous tone in his voice, how when he finally gazed up at you with softness in his yes. He was asking you out, on a date. Mingyu wished that you could tell. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t.

You shrugged your shoulders before giving him a smile, “Sure! We’ll meet there at around 10?”

And he couldn’t tell that you didn’t pick up on it either.

Mingyu woke up groggy that morning, his phone on the bedside table, calling out to him with the sound of a text notification. 

[Y/N]: where are you? I’m already here >:(

His eyes widened, falling off his bed in shock once he realized it was already five minutes past 10 am. Mingyu took a shower, put on his clothes, grabbed everything he needed, and sped past the door in twenty minutes. This was not how he planned it out in his head. Mingyu was supposed to surprise you at your place, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. No matter, he still had the rest of the day to sweep you off your feet and ask you to be his.

The sun shone brightly that morning, but it was neither hot nor humid. It was actually the perfect to be outside, with multiple white clouds littering the pale blue sky, a soft breeze blowing through the blades of grass, children running around playing tag — their laughter filling the air. Mingyu smiled, determined that today was going to be perfect

His eyes scanned around the are for any sight of your familiar figure, eyes lighting up when he finally spots you. Mingyu makes his way over, the nervousness that slowly started to creep up on him becoming amplified once he realizes that you were talking to someone else. 

The first thing he noticed was how big your smile was as you talked to this person, stretching across your face and crinkling your eyes. Did you ever smile this much around him? You stood a few feet away from the man, but you were very clearly comfortable around him — lightly pushing his shoulder as you laughed, peering up at him through your eye lashes. You finally notice him walking to you, waving your hand and beckoning him to move quicker.

“Hey Gyu!” You grinned, greeting him like you always did, a quick one armed side-hug.

“Hi, Yn.” Mingyu attempted a smile, but it felt a little restrained, gesturing to the person you were just talking to, “Who’s this?”

“Oh! This is Eunwoo, we dated a while ago but it never really worked out.” You shrugged, waving it off like it wasn’t that big of a deal. “You were taking so long and I happened to run into him so we were just catching up a bit.”

“I see..” He trailed off, holding a hand out for Eunwoo to shake. He had known you for years now, and yet he had never heard you mention an Eunwoo to him before. “Nice to meet you, man.”

“Likewise.” Eunwoo replied, shaking Mingyu’s hand before turning to face you. “I won’t keep you too long. My number’s still the same, we should meet up for coffee sometime.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but furrow his brows at the sight of you enthusiastically accepting Eunwoo’s invitation. The little tug on his heartstrings was hard to ignore as he watched you give a quick hug goodbye to your ex-boyfriend — a very attractive ex-boyfriend for that matter. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, why did he have to wake up so late? If he had been there on time, you wouldn’t have been able to catch up with him for as long as you did. If he had stuck to his original plan of picking you up, you probably wouldn’t have seen him at all. 

Kim Mingyu wasn’t the jealous type, but in that moment, he couldn’t help but feel exactly that. Especially when he had been pining after for you for so long now, he didn’t want it to come crashing down just because of one person. 

“You’re pouting.” You commented, quickly noticing how uncharacteristically quiet he had become. The two of you walked side by side, hands ever so slightly brushing against one another. You hoped that the warm weather would be enough of an excuse for the red flush that made its way to your cheeks.

Mingyu shook his head, he didn’t mean to have you worrying for him. “Don’t worry about it.”

His reply made you even more skeptical, should there be something you’re meant to be worrying about? But you decided to drop the question, maybe it truly wasn’t that big of a deal.

You and Mingyu found a spot in a less crowded area of the park, you no longer the heard the sound of children screaming or their exhausted parents calling out over them. Instead the melodious sounds of birds tweeting up at the sky filled your ears, a delicate wind blew between the two of you, and the sun’s glare becoming much softer as it finally became covered by the clouds. 

He takes out a blue picnic blanket and lays it flat on the ground, smoothing out imaginary creases in the process. You hold a hand out to him, wordlessly letting him know that you’d like to set the picnic up with him. Mingyu hands you the picnic basket, and you spent the next couple of minutes in silence as you tried to make everything look almost picture perfect. The silence was far from uncomfortable, manifested by the small smiles and the growing blushes on both of your faces. There was something rather domestic about the activity, handing him different containers of food, deciding together where everything should be placed.

“Did you make these yourself?” You asked once both of you finally settled down, gesturing to the wide array of food that lay in front of you. 

Mingyu smiled, a hand on the back of his neck as he suddenly became ever so slightly bashful, “Yeah. I hope you like it.”

You take a bite of one of the chocolate chip cookies, something in you decided to tease him a little, making a face of slight disgust as you swallowed. His heart sank, a look of disappointment clearly covering his face. He spent all night making those, weren’t they up to your standard?

Panic washes over you as you saw a frown overtake his once smiling face, “I’m kidding! They’re good.”

Mingyu lets out a breath, the disappointment slowly disappearing as the two of you settled into an easy conversation, though that was never really difficult for the two of you. You and him have been friends for about a few years now, but he didn’t really know when exactly he started to see you as something more. He just knew that he did. This much was clear to him when he catches himself staring at you for a little too long, definitely longer than what would be considered normal. There was just something about you that enchanted him, whether it was you laughing over some silly joke he made, frowning as you become disappointed in the latest episode of a show you were watching, face illuminated by the light of a tv screen. You could be reading him your grocery list and he’d still think it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

The extent of his feelings terrified him the first time he realized they were there in the first place. Mingyu wasn’t meant to feel that way for you, one of his closest friends. But he did, and the thought of you possibly not feeling the same way terrified him even more. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, head tilted to the side, “Do I have something on my face?”

Mingyu shook his head quickly, he didn’t mean to stare again.

You felt a sharp sting on your ankle, wincing as you immediately yelped from the pain, “Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked, eyes alight with concern. 

You shook your head in response, thinking it was just a lone ant deciding to inconvenience you. That thought was quickly dismissed when you felt another equally sharp sting near that same area. 

“Oh no…” You trailed off, looking a few meters to the side of your picnic blanket,  “Mingyu…”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, following your gaze to the trail of ants that were quickly making their way to the two of you. Great, was nature against him too?

The both of you immediately got up, covering containers, placing them in the basket, and folding up the picnic blanket before the rest of the ants could step their tiny little feet onto the blanket and into the food. As you walked to find a new spot to continue the rest of your date, Mingyu couldn’t help but feel a little bit discouraged. Three things had gone wrong in the span of a few hours, was this just the universe warning him that the two of you will never work out? Maybe telling him to back off early before he gets his heart broken. 

In the distance, a low rumble breaks through what would’ve been the perfect day out, followed by a sharp crackle piercing through the air. The sky once a brilliant blue was suddenly covered in heavy, stormy clouds. The park that once basked in the sun’s golden glow became shrouded in gray, people seemed to know what was about to happen as they hurriedly packed their things and go home.

It started out a small droplets, like little kisses on your skin that almost felt like nothing. They were small, and they fell ever so slowly. For a brief moment, Mingyu thought that this was going to be over quick. Then suddenly, the sky weeped, loud and heavy as it drenched the entirety of the park in rain. 

Okay, nature was definitely against him now. 

Mingyu stopped walking, was there even a point to moving forward? Everything was ruined. The food should be inedible at this point, you and him were soaked and freezing, and it’s not like you could have a picnic on muddy park soil. At this point, the universe had sent him so many signs, he’d feel like a fool if he didn’t listen now. But still, he wished things had happened the way it did in his head. He let out a frustrated groan, tears nearly pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked, a gentle hand on his shoulder. Mingyu was very clearly distressed, but you failed to see why. It’s nature, it’s not something you or him could control. Things like this happen and you should be spending your energy trying to find a place to shelter yourselves from the rain. You grab onto his arm, trying to pull him away, “Come on, let’s find a place that can cover us.”

“No! I’m not okay, Yn…” He trailed off, agitation seeping into each and every one of his words. He shrugs off his arm, much to your surprise. Usually, he’d let you cling onto him for as long as you liked. “I just wanted today to be perfect.”

You furrowed your brows, slightly confused at his irritation, “Why does it matter if today is perfect or not?”

Mingyu sighed, he was getting cold now. He wanted nothing more to be wrapped up in a blanket and have you in his arms. But he knew the chances of the happening now are essentially slim to none. The day was already ruined, and there’s nothing he could do to even remotely salvage it. “I just…”

You gestured for him to continue, waiting patiently as he tried to find the words to say.

“I wanted to give you the perfect date…” He spoke, looking down at his feet.

“Wait, this was a date?” You didn’t mean to sound surprised, you just genuinely were. Voice raising octaves and eyebrows shot up, talking too quickly to catch most of the words, “Like a date-date? I thought we were just hanging out! All you asked me yesterday was whether or not I was free!”

Mingyu’s shoulder’s slumped. He didn’t have to ask you to repeat himself, he heard you clearly despite how hard the rain currently came down, the beating of his own heart deafening him. In a way, he was thankful for the rain; at least you wouldn’t be able to tell if a few tears escaped his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just thought…yeah, no. I should have expected this.”

Guilt immediately flooded your senses, he must’ve read your shock as a rejection of his feelings. You didn’t mean to sound so startled at him thinking the entire day as a date, you just couldn’t believe the possibility that he felt the same way you did for him. “Mingyu.”

You were sure if he had heard you, his gaze still on the ground. You called out to him again, this time your voice much louder and sterner, hoping that it would get his attention. “Gyu.”

“What is it, Yn?” He looked up to find you making your way towards him, a small pout forming on your lips. Mingyu sighed, “You don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine.” 

“I like you.” You spoke, just as you were about a few feet away from him, looking into his eyes to make sure he knew that you meant it — that you were being completely serious.

His world stopped. Suddenly, it seemed like the earlier events of the day never happened. He never woke up late, you hadn’t gotten the chance to catch-up with your ex-boyfriend, ants never tried to show up uninvited to your picnic, rain never poured down on the two of you. All these things he thought were signs from the universe, never occurred. There was only you and him, and you liked him back. 

“Oooooh you wanna kiss me so bad.” You teased, attempting to snap him out of his trance.

Mingyu didn’t mean to stare at you again, speechless. He just couldn’t believe that this was real just yet. But your words, how you looked at him with a smile — expectant, like you were challenging him to do something, to make a move — finally made him realize just how real this was. “And what if I do?”

You blinked back, not expecting that bold of a response. Still, you took a single step forward, further closing the already small distance between the two of you. “I’d let you.”

Without another word, he moves a hand to your chin, gently tilting your face up so his lips could meet yours in a kiss.

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bellissima | knj

SYNOPSIS; once your husband finds the meaning behind your rejection, he’s having none of it

GENRE: fluff, smut, parents!au

PAIRING: namjoon x reader

WORD COUNT: 8.1k

WARNINGS: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lactation kink, strong language, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

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You've never thought seeing a small baby, your baby, could melt your heart at the simplest things.

You remember when some of your friends got pregnant and had babies, the urge to have one of your own was never stronger. You were constantly surrounded by the tiny humans and even their loud and unstoppable crying wasn't enough to change your mind that it may've for some women. But all the feelings from the cuteness you've seen are million times stronger right now. Because this is not just some baby, this is your baby that you're seeing.

You watch your daughter laying on her tummy, trying to push up on her chubby arms. She groans, struggling a little bit as she drools onto her fluffy pink blanket that she lays on. She kicks her legs rather harshly, getting more active each day.

Just three months ago, you were carrying her inside your womb and it's almost miracle, how fast she grows. All those nine months filled with throwing up, morning sickness that lasted way more than just morning to your moody and bratty attitude that your husband had to put up with. An incredible husband who never seemed to be annoyed by you, fulfilling your demand or wish.  

“She's impatient,” he comments, his eyes shining at the sight of his daughter who seems to be angry. “I wonder who she got it from.” he adds teasingly, laughing when he sees you glaring at him but with amused grin on your lips.

You both sit on the floor next to each other, admiring your little angel that seems to be showing her personality much more these days. He pulls you closer, his arms draped against your shoulders as he softly places a kiss into your hair. You watch her for another few minutes, laughing at the cute grimaces she makes or when she shows you her gums, laughing at the both of you. She loves the sound of Namjoon's laugh. It always makes her smile and laugh along with you, without her even knowing what exactly it means. It feels magical to get to see her way of thinking, or simply just observe her while she's on her own. She yawns and starts to whine, her legs kicking even more as you sigh.

“Okay, missy. It's time for your nap.” you tell her, picking her up as she keeps whining before a sob escapes her small pouty lips.

“I can take her,” Namjoon says, already standing up dusting off his butt as he smiles at you. “Come on. Go rest.” he tells you, observing your tired eyes and the tiny bags under them.

It's been awhile since you got to properly relax. It makes him sad to see you that way, despite of seeing you happy and smiling whenever you're with your daughter. You're usually the one who wakes up in the middle of the night whenever she cries. It's not like he doesn't want to, but with you being on maternity leave, he's the only one who provides money for your family. He gets up early in the morning and comes later in the evening, so there's barely any time for you to be together. Weekends are exception, luckily. And as much as Namjoon lets you know how awful he feels about you taking care of your daughter alone, he's not right. You've spent an hour talking about it with him, persuading him that he's taking care of her as well. He makes sure you've a place to live and food on the table, that's as much important. Nobody said having a kid is easy, you both knew that.

Namjoon's natural caring personality isn't helping as you see him struggling over those things. There's nothing you can do that can change his mind of his way of thinking. He tries to help whenever he's around and today isn't exception.

He was the one who went to her crib when she started to cry in the morning. He let you sleep and fed her with the bottled milk you prepared, in case it's needed. You still breastfeed her, but it's convenient to have some milk in the fridge just in case.

You don't protest, Sunhi reaching towards her father as she stops crying. He takes her, cuddling her to his chest as he walks out of the living room. You take that time to lay down your exhausted body, putting on the latest episode of Riverdale. You're not really paying attention to the actual plot, your mind drifting elsewhere but you enjoy the silence. As much as you love your babygirl Sunhi, it's nice not to be on watch every second and just relax.

You hear Namjoon's humming and the sound of hanging toy that's placed on her crib, the sweet lullaby resounding behind your bedroom's door.

The track of time is lost, until you hear the bedroom door creaking as Namjoon silently tries to tiptoe not to wake his sleeping angel up.

“She won't wake up.” you chuckle, finding the image of him tiptoeing to the couch very amusing.

“Just in case.” he reasons, grinning as he hovers over your body before he slouches next to you.

The couch is not that big, but big enough to fit you both even though it's not as comfortable and he's close to actually falling down. “Thank you for taking care of her.” he says, pulling you closer to his chest as you happily cuddle to him.

Ever since Sunhi was born, you've barely had any time to enjoy your time alone with him. It's only natural for it to happen, with Namjoon's job and a newborn in your family. She's older now, but she still needs your whole attention and care.

“Of course.” you smile against his shirt, his scent comforts your senses and makes you close your eyes in delight.

Namjoon's hands rubs soothing circles into your back, kissing the top of your head every now and then before he tucks a finger under your chin to have a better look at you. You blush, even all those years of marriage underneath his warm eyes as he smiles, a deep dimple popping out of his cheek. His head dips down, the angle is awkward and probably uncomfortable for his neck but he still presses his lips to yours. What seemed like an innocent peck, he deepens the kiss as he starts kissing you slowly. His hands move against your hips and he moves you onto his body, taking your space with his tall and huge one. You giggle, surprised by the sudden movement as he does the same before he continues with kissing you. But this time, his hands move down to your ass before he grips it with a slight groan to your lips. It makes you flustered, the single sound muffled by your lips makes you squirm in your spot. The thin material of his black sweatpants makes it easier for you to feel his hardening length against your abdomen. The sound of your mouths colliding with each other is the only sound you can hear, the TV show is long forgotten.

“Fuck, baby.” he murmurs against your lips, his breath shuddered against your mouth.

You see the glint in his eyes, the way his lips are already swollen and red from all the kissing and his breathing is quickened. He wants you. You see desire in his eyes mimicking yours as well. Your foreheads bump into each other once you're met with your lips against, his tongue moving smoothly in your mind as he makes sure to bite onto your lower lip and slightly tug it which only makes you moan. You're so distracted that you barely feel his hand sleeping down your leggings and panties, his fingers brushing past your ass cheeks before you feel him on your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you shake against him from the familiar but almost forgotten feeling.

It's been awhile since he has touched you this way, but you know it's been all your doing. Ever since your gynecologist gave you the green light for sex, you barely mentioned it to Namjoon. You were – and still are – craving for his touch but your dumb self-consciousness and the lack of confidence is the huge barrier that prevents you to truly feel connected with your husband.

But Namjoon isn't dumb. He knows he can touch you now and was initiating his need for you couple of times. But you've always brushed it off and chickened out which left you embarrassed, curled in your sheets to hide the guilt from your face. The great husband he is, he never pressured you into anything and haven't talk to you about it. He sensed something's not right and if you wanted to talk about it, you would. He gave you space, barely touching you this way. Your times together were filled with occasional kisses and innocent brush of his hands, but other than that it was nothing.

You desired him like you always have, even during your pregnancy. That was the time you had sex almost every day, blaming it on the hormones that made you feel extra horny for your husband. More than usual, of course. Even back then, you were pretty self-consciousness about your weight which isn't that much of a surprise, not when your stomach is bloated as if you swallowed a huge balloon. It surprised you how your husband was barely affected by the huge barricade between you two. Sex became more tough with each day and there was only small amount of positions you could try and even more less that actually worked. Namjoon didn't mind it. He told you that you look more than attractive with his baby inside of you.

But now there's no baby inside of you and you're left with all the fat that still remained from the pregnancy.

“Fuck,” Namjoon gasps, your mouth falls open in shock as he slips his finger past your folds and inside of you, your walls wrap around him immediately. “How are you even tighter?” he thinks out loud, not really waiting for any real answer when he starts pumping his finger in and out of you, your head falling to his chest.

A shaky breathes leaves your mouth as he pulls out, circling his finger around your slit.

“Tell me,” he breathes out. “Tell me you want me.”

He won't continue unless you fulfill his wish, but still pinches your clit as you groan into his chest that vibrates with low chuckle. “Say it, Y/N.”

He's impatient, hazily reminding you of your daughter that he so thought she got her impatience from you. You almost want to mention it but stop, when he does it again but this time with much more pressure leaving you breathless.

“Fuck, yes, yes. Touch me. I want you.” you chant, your face hidden against his shirt that you almost drool on.

You fulfill his wish, so he gently tries to pry you off his chest as he clumsily stands up. You lay on your back, watching him stare at you before he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your leggings. There's no time to protest, he's too quick and impatient to get that piece of clothing off you. He throws it somewhere behind him, his eyes purely focused on you while he watches you like you're the piece of art. He admires you but all you see are his eyes on you, without thinking you're ready to reach for a blanket that's lazily sprawled against the couch's back but Namjoon is too quick. Spreading your legs, he places himself between them as he tries to make himself as much comfortable as he can.

“Joon,” you softly speak, shifting on the couch. Not from desire that's between your legs but from the lack of confidence of your current state.

You're exposed in the daylight, sun blazing your skin through the window directed to you. All those thoughts and marks that are craved into your skin are long forgotten, especially when he places a kiss on your clothed center. You gasp, your fingers already in his hair as he starts to lick the material.

“Mhm, I can smell you.” he says, digging his nose against your clit, the pressure makes you see stars and he barely touched you.

It's been a long fucking time and you're aware it's your fault. He could've touched you like this days ago, but you always refused him. Maybe he's needy because you haven't touched him for three months. It was weird to propose a blowjob to him, especially when you turned him down for sex. The guilt and the hurt on his face was too much, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything.

“Joon,” you whine, embarrassingly covering your reddened face, away from your chuckling and amused husband who reaches for the hem of your cotton panties. If you knew today would turn out like this, you'd at least wear something nicer. Ever since you were pregnant and pretty sensitive down there, the tongs and all the sexy lingerie hidden in your drawers were long forgotten.

“What? You do smell nice.” he says, making you even more embarrassed but that was his plane and he cheekily grins when he sees he succeed.

Once again, you're distracted by your husband that glows in the daylight, even after spending the most of your night carrying Sunhi so you could sleep. He managed to drink two cups of coffee this morning but you're the one who makes him awake. The sight of you, the sight he hasn't seen for so long, is enough to push all the tiredness away.

Distracted as you can be, he already takes off your panties as they smoothly slides from your legs that you luckily shaved last night. Not having sex had its perks, and shaving was one of them. It's not like you weren't shaving, that wasn't one of the perks, especially when Namjoon touched you all the time. The last thing you want for him is to feel repulsed by your haired legs. You just didn't do it as often as you used to, knowing there wouldn't be anything more than just innocent touches.

His lips are coated with more shine, his tongue licking his plump lips at the sight in front of him. He's ready to dive in, looking like an hungry man that's about to have his feast, before you clasp your legs so tight and fast that you almost crash his head.

“Woah!” he exclaims, looking like a deer at you as you sheepishly grin.

It's just defense mechanism to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. But you expose yourself when you can't meet his doe eyes and innocent, but mostly shocked look.

“Baby,” he says, his hand gently places over your thighs as he massages all those marks that are engraved into your skin. It makes you feel even awful, wondering if he can feel the slight bumpiness that those stretch-marks have. “What's wrong?”

He's quick to catch on that something's not right. Maybe this is just another time that you close on him, simply telling him that you're too tired for sex. But you two got already so far and you panicked all of a sudden. He's been your husband for six years, he knows there's something not right with his wife when she can barely meet his eyes. You were never this distant as those past few months. He even wondered if it's because you weren't ready for a baby. You both planned it, but the whole thing is completely new to the both of you. Maybe you regret having his baby. Even those kind of thoughts occurred his mind during night or even his breaks at work.

“If you don't want me to touch you, just say it. I won't be mad.”

The warmth that spreads in your heart is calming, but not enough as you cringe at his words. He thinks you don't want him to touch you. He's completely wrong about that. You do want him to touch you, devour you like he used to for all these years. There is no secret that sex life with him is hell of a drive. Even your friends know that, especially Seokjin that walked on you during one of the camping trips you attended. It was pretty embarrassing for the both of you, but you don't care. It was worth it, despite of all the jokes that your friend keeps bringing to till this day.

Sighing, he slightly pulls away leaving your skin cold and shuttering when the cold air hits your exposed skin. You panic, his name falling out of your lips automatically. Other husband would be probably mad, or at least annoyed by another rejection but you're just met with soft smile telling you that it's okay. You know he means it, just by a simple smile without telling the actual words.

But it's not okay. You're not okay for pushing your husband because of your insecurity.

“It's just--It's me, not you,” you start, cringing again at those cheesy words that you just let out from your mouth. He watches you and although, he gave you a reassuring smile a few seconds ago, he focuses on you. And you know, that he wants to hear what you have to say. He doesn't push you, he doesn't say anything but you can see it in his eyes. “Ever since I gave birth, I uh,” you breathe out, slowly sitting up as you hastily reach for the blanket and cover up yourself. “I don't feel beautiful enough.” you finish slowly, looking up at him as he silently watches you.

There's hurt crossing over his features as he eyes the blanket and for a moment, you think this is it. He's going to be mad, or finally show some other emotion instead of kindness.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His voice booms out the living room causing you to flinch at the explicit language he just used. You're opening your mouth, your fingers slightly trembling that are grabbing the blanket more tightly. You're not sure what to say, but apology is the first thing that crosses your mind but before you can say it out loud, Namjoon is ahead of you. “You don't feel beautiful enough? What kind of bullshit it that?” he frowns, suddenly showing you not so positive reaction.

You're embarrassed, especially because you're his main focus right now. But he deserves to know. He has to know what's been going on in your mind. He's your husband, the love of your life, after all. You already feel awful enough to hide it from him.

“Joon, look at me.” you mumble, glancing at the pictures that hangs on the wall.

There a lot of memories of you two, from the time you dated to till this day. There are a few pictures that Namjoon has taken himself, your favorite one is a set of cherry blossom tress that Namjoon adores. He captured it on your first trip to Italy.

“I am looking,” he says, denseness laced with his suddenly low and raspy voice. “But I'm not sure what you mean.”

He's smart and you just wish he'd actually see it without you talking or showing it to him. Maybe he's doing this purposely, trying to voice your concerns but when you look at him, all you see is that same denseness that's in his voice. He doesn't know.

“My body is not what it used to be. I've stretch-marks all over my stomach that won't probably go away or even fade. They're on my thighs,” you fish out your one thigh under the blanket to point at the proof. “My stomach is fat and I can't seem to loose it. My face is still chubby and fuck, I don't even know how it looks down there!” your voice raises, all the irritation that's been bubbled up inside of you is finally free.

But you still feel the same weight on you, despite of you speaking loudly about your concerns.

“Baby,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice soft and realization hits his face as he looks at you with emotion that you despite right now. Pity. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Before and after birth.” he says, your immediate reaction is a scoff.

“Yeah, right.” you roll your eyes, but still fumble with your fingers nervously.

“Y/N,” his tone changes, his voice stern as he makes you to look at him. “You gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for. A daughter that's beautiful because of you. You really think I fucking care about some stretch-marks? Or your stomach fat? I love you just the way you are. Is this the reason why you pushed me away?”

You don't have time to blush from his words, your mind still racing on your own as you can't bring yourself to believe him that easily. Namjoon is one of the kindest and most caring people you've ever known. He's been always there to assure you whenever you had doubts about something, or were just sad. If it wasn't for him, you would never get over some things like you did with his help. But maybe, just maybe, this is one of the same scenarios. He's just trying to be kind and tell you that you're beautiful. No man surely thinks a woman who used to be more beautiful, is not beautiful with all those imperfections covering her body.

Still, you shamelessly nod not meeting his eyes again. “I'm sorry.” you bite into your lip, not wanting to cry right now.

“No,” he shakes his head, scooting closer to you and almost crushing your legs in the process which he quickly apologizes for. You can't even muster a smile and he's quick to see it. “I'm sorry that I haven't realized that you feel this way.”

Your head snaps to his direction, your eyes wide as you shake your head. “It's not your fault, I wasn't very vocal about it. I was mostly embarrassed and didn't know how to tell you.” you tell him, your heart pounding against your chest.

“There's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's me, your Joonie,” he reminds you, using a nickname you often call him. It's enough to curve the corners of your lips up, touched by it. “You can tell me anything and let me tell you, you're so fucking hot.”

“Joon!” you gasp with widened eyes, surprised by the sudden confession.

“No, I'm serious,” he quickly says. “You gained some weight while pregnant and you managed to loose some of it, but you still have it in the right places. You're so fucking hot, you drive me crazy and you don't even realize it. Do you have any idea how many times I beat my meat in the shower?”

You laugh, thinking he's joking but once you're met with his determined eyes and look of confusion why you're laughing, your laugh dies down. “What? You did?”

It's hard to believe he did such thing. You'd surely heard him, right?

“I did,” he admits almost proudly. “Many, many times. You've no idea, do you? You've no idea what you do to me.”

You slowly shake your head, confusingly staring at your husband that reaches to cup your cheek. You place your hand over his, leaning into his touch as your fingers trace the ring around his finger. He slowly takes your hand, shamelessly placing it over his hardened bulge that's covered and tucked in his sweatpants. You gasp, surprised that he's even this hard after the whole conversation.

“You did this to me.” he says, your tongue automatically comes out of your mouth to moisturize your dry lips.

You cup him, feeling him twitch against your touch and he shakily breathes out. He's trying to control himself, the simple sight and sound he just made is enough to make you squirm in your spot. You're already wet, but the feeling of his clothed cock makes you even more wetter as you feel a trace of wetness staining your panties.

The sudden urge to touch him, taste him, floods your mind and you're already straightening yourself. “I've to take care of it then.” you lowly say, looking up at him through your lashes as he curses under his breath.

Ah, fuck. How he wishes for you to touch him, to take him into your mouth so he can feel the warmth of it. But this is not about him.

“Later,” he says, slowly hovering over you as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the cushions again before he kisses you. “I need to take care of you.”

Reaching for the blanket, he takes it off throwing it to the side while throwing off the tv remoter. It hits the floor, the loud bang resounding around the living room making the both of you pause. “Sorry.” he sheepishly apologizes, making you silently giggle at his clumsiness.

“Oh, no, no, Mrs. Kim. Now is not the time to laugh,” he chuckles, spreading your legs as he suddenly straightens up, taking off his shirt.

You're gawking at the sight of his caramel skin and toned body, your mouth salivating immediately at your husband. Your husband. How did you get so lucky?

He lays down onto his stomach, between your legs, to your disappointment hiding his wonderful body from you making you pout. He doesn't see it, his eyes focused in front of him. “Fuck, you're so wet. Were you this wet every time I touched you?” he looks up, your breath hitching at his stern look.

You're amazed how many different personas he has, especially this one when he's ready to devour you. It's almost shame to think that the last time you've seen him this way was a few weeks before you gave birth.

His question brings you back to all those times you were sexually frustrated, just from the single smell of his aftershave and warm coming from his body when he innocently cuddled you, was enough to drive you crazy. Some women says that once you give birth, you're not so sexually crazed as while being pregnant. Well, it was the complete opposite for you. You were ready to jump his bones just a few weeks after you gave birth, still when it wasn't safe enough to actually have sex. You still felt the ache between your legs every now and then, but it doesn't mean you didn't get wet. How can you not when your husband is the definition of God?

“Yes.” you shamelessly admit, watching the way his lips curls into a cocky smirk, proud of your confession.

“You should've told me. I would take care of my wife so well.” he says lowly, his breath fanning against your core as you whimper.

“Joon,” you call out to him, his eyes flickering to yours. “I-I'm not sure how it looks down there.” you embarrassingly admit. You just have to be more open with him and you know he'd never laugh at you for your concerns and thoughts.

You gave a natural birth to Sunhi, an actual human came out of your vagina. There's no way it looks the same, considering the stitches you had.

“Well I can tell you, that it looks fucking amazing.” he says, biting his lower lip as his eyes are already set between your legs.

“Namjoon!” you exclaim, hiding your face and flushed cheeks with your palms.

He chuckles, kissing one of the stretch-marks on your left thigh. “You really look fucking amazing.” he says with honesty, enough to calm down your nerves.

It's not like you grabbed a mirror and observed how you look down there. You were too scared of the result you'd see.

“Will you let me to make you feel good? To show you how fucking beautiful and sexy woman you are?” he says, nibbling on the skin of your thigh while he's looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“Y-yeah.” you tell him, nodding. All the insecurity and negative thoughts are washed away, all of a sudden that you can't believe that it miraculously went away. But that's because Namjoon is a miracle. Your miracle.

He doesn't waste time, but doesn't rush to taste you either as he makes sure you feel his every touch. He starts with kissing your thighs, slowly moving to your abdomen and stomach, peppering kisses and nudging the material of your t-shirt with his nose.

“Hmm, this should've been already off.” he hums against your skin and you're quick to obey, helping him to take it off.

He successfully, with your help, manages not to rip another piece of your or his clothing, and he's right back in his previous spot. He hovers over you, eyeing your naked breasts with already perked nipples.

“I love how bigger they got.” he says, sending you a glance before he dives down to take your nipple into his warm mouth.

“Ah, mhm,” you moan out at his tongue that flickers over your sensitive nipple. “They'll get saggy.” you still point out, already feeling and seeing the difference from your previous perky breasts.

“I'll love them either way.” he says, moving to the other nipple to repeat the same process as he suddenly sucks.

You yelp with a surprise, your milk coming out of your breast as Namjoon tastes it with a followed moan. “Mhm, so fucking good.” he groans, his fingers slowly coming down to your clit as he circles it with slow and steady movement.

You're moaning, gripping his hair that got long at the back, while he tastes your milk. It's not the first time he has done it. He tasted it couple of times while you were still pregnant. The first time it was by a curiosity that quickly turn to a pleasure for the both of you. It felt fucking amazing to feel his lips against your nipple, sucking it. It brought a relief and your breasts didn't feel that full and tense anymore.

“Fuck, you're dripping.” he comments, collecting some of your wetness that leaked out of your tight hole before he pushes his finger in.

He goes back to your breasts, your back arching as his whole face is pressed against your chest. “Joon, leave something for Sunhi.” you remind your obviously distracted husband who pulls out with a pop, his lips coated with your milk.

“Daddy needs his fill too.” he simple says, but still listens to you as he attaches his lips to your neck instead.

He adds another finger, your walls wrapping tight around him as you mewl at the feel of his long and slim fingers. He moves down, nipping at the valley of your breasts slowly coming down your stomach. Pulling out his fingers, you whine in protest which he simply reacts with amused chuckle before he parts your legs wider to fit his body more properly. Kissing your clit is all enough for you to arch your back at the feeling, as he places his palm against your abdomen to keep you down. It doesn't take him long after he starts licking a long stripe against your slit, repeating the movement for a few times before he pushes his muscle inside of you. He tastes you, lapping at juices that manages to drip down like some hungered man.

“Fuck, I missed this.” he makes sure to say it, before he's back to fucking you with his tongue.

You really missed this. You're squirming, the same familiar feeling that used to be almost unfamiliar is back, and you're reminded of all those times Namjoon went down on you. He groans against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive and closer to your end as you grip his hair even tighter. Namjoon moans into your cunt in praise, loving how rough you get when he goes down on you. You can't manage to buckle your hips up as you usually would, his movements are so fast that you're frozen and simply enjoying how it feels. You start uncontrollably clenching knowing you're nearing your end, much more faster than you used to, but it's just because it's been a long time and you're sensitive. It almost feels as if you were a virgin again, having a first intercourse ever.

“Namjoon!” It's his name that leaves your mouth and the first thing you can think of, instead of any curse, as you're cumming.

He makes sure to lap at everything you just gave him, your grip around his hair slowly loosening as you're coming down your high. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel him shift and hover over you as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you don't mind it.

“That was fucking amazing.” he says against your lips, kissing down your neck again as you try to calm down your breathing.

“Shouldn't I be the one who says it?” you chuckle, your body hot against his warm one as you wrap your arms around his frame.

“Mhm, you could. To boost my ego, of course.” he jokingly says, his hardened length brushing against your exposed core.

Biting your lip, you open your mouth to praise your husband and thank him for making you feel so perfectly free, when soft cries echoes throughout the room. You sigh, obviously down that you can't continue or at least return your favor. Namjoon stands up, brushing his hair up as he doesn't bother to throw on his shirt.

“I'll be right back.” he simply says, walking to your bedroom and crying daughter that's been most likely waken up by your loud moans.

You feel awful for not trying to be quiet. It completely slipped out of your mind that there's Sunhi sleeping in the next room.

The familiar hum is muffled, but you smile at the sound despite of Namjoon's awful singing skills. You lay there, waiting for him to come back but once your body is met with cold and shiver running down your spine, you stand up looking around the room. There is a mess, your clothes along with Namjoon's shirt is scattered all over the living room. For a second, you forgot how messy he gets when he's horny.

You're about to pick up your t-shirt that's thrown on the floor, when you hear door opening and Namjoon's low voice. “What are you doing?”

“Umm, dressing up?” you ask confusingly, watching his brows furrow as he shows his disapproval.

He probably expected a blowjob or something, the realization hits your features. You wanted to dress up and leave him hanging again. It's not like you've done it purposely or was about to do it. As you're about to propose him a blowjob in return, he beats you to it.

“I'm not done with you.”

A blood rushes through your body, heating it up again just from the single tone and words that makes you shiver in excitement. “Yeah?” you ask him quietly, with a little bit of hope as he grins.

“Of course.” he nods, slowly walking towards you before he grips your hips and squeezes them to prove his point.

“But what about Sunhi?” you ask quietly, this time fully focused on the toddler sleeping in the next room.

“She's sleeping,” he says, slowly leading you to a couch with your back as you only seem to manage to stare into his sparkling eyes full of mischief. “Besides, she's not stopping me tonight.”

And with that, you yelp as your back meets the couch and Namjoon is hovering over you again, showing you that he has no plans about stopping. You're kissing each other with such need and passion that's been collected through all those months before properly touching each other like this. His lips are sweetly intoxicating, needy for your own as he doesn't miss any spot of your already swollen lips. Your hands are on his bare back, touching and gripping his firm muscles there as he keeps kissing you like your lives depend on it.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks breathlessly, pulling away from your reddened lips that were attacked with his own just a second ago.

“Fuck me, Joon.” you tell him with the same lack of breath, that he managed to knock out of you as he always does.

You don't wait for him to make a first move, your fingers already pulling off his sweatpants. He's not wearing anything underneath, his firm cock springs out of the single material with easiness as you look down at him. His tip is read and swollen, needy for any attention and touch, while your lips curls in guilt. You left your husband hanging, not giving him the attention he deserves and for that, you're going to make it up to him. If your stupid insecurity wasn't in the way, you'd never had to have that conversation with him. But even despite of it, you're glad you had it. He made you feel and still makes you feel beautiful, you needed that.

You tug onto his cock, his head dropping down as he sharply inhales of your hand wrapped around him.

“I'm sorry, Joonie. I won't ever leave you like this again.” you tell him, watching the way his face scowls at every tug and movement you make with your fist.

“Stop.” he gasps, pulling off you all of a sudden and you slightly begin to panic from his demand.

Does he not want to continue?

“I already...” he tries to explain, the back of his neck getting red as he looks away from your already knowing eyes. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”

The grin is gone, swapped with darkened gaze as you gulp quickly nodding, agreeing with him. You can't wait any longer. The burn inside of you is getting too strong, the throbbing in the pit of your stomach makes you feel like you're suffocating.

“How do you want me?” he asks, caring as always even during this situation that only makes your heart warm.

How did you get so lucky?

“I want to ride you,” you answer, his eyes widening as he stumbles over his words.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, okay. Let's do that.” he says, already pushing himself back as he sits and leans against the couch back.

You watch him get rid off his sweatpants, throwing them on the coffee table without care. All he cares about is you. His woman and wife that slowly goes to sit down on his lap, his cock hitting his stomach as you finally sit down onto his thighs.

This way, you're able to control your movements more than in any other position and although, you know Namjoon would never purposely hurt you, it's been awhile since you had sex. Your cunt was burning just from his two fingers, how are you able to take his huge cock?

“Are you ready to go?”

His fingers gets down between your legs, pulling them away completely coated with your sleek as you sheepishly grin at him. That's the answer he needed, before you're positioning him between your legs. Namjoon helps you guide himself into your thigh hole but he doesn't push, simply letting those actions up to you.

Gasping, when you feel his head poking your entrance and deciding that you can't wait longer, you slowly drop down. Not fully though, the stretch of his head is burning even though you're dripping down his length.

“Take your time.” he reminds you, holding your hips for more support. His chest heaves as he tries to control his own body, not buckling his hips into yours.

The burn is mixed with pain and pleasure, and you're not able to wait anymore. Slowly, you fully drop onto him while his length is deeply seated inside of you. Your walls clench around him so tightly, that you don't think this will work.

“Relax,” he breathes out, massaging circles into your lower back with his hands. “You need to relax, baby.” he guides you, your forehead dropping against his as you shakily inhale.

He repeats it, caressing your skin as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, until he feels you relax around him.

“Whenever you're ready.” he reminds you softly before you shakily nod.

Using his broad shoulders, you push up with only his shaft inside of you before you drop down, creating a perfect rhythm for the both of you. The feeling of his length stretching your walls makes you gasp and moan into his mouth, that he desperately attaches to yours to keep you quiet.

Your knees are digging into the soft cushions on your sofa, that unpleasantly rubs against your skin but you ignore it. Namjoon's hands are holding your hips, helping you with the pace once he notices your already tired state. You're both panting, the skin to skin sounds echoes around the apartment, but you're too focused on chasing your pleasure to even feel embarrassed by it. It's been so fucking long since you felt him this way and you miss it.

“I won't be able to last long.” Namjoon pants, grunting once you circle your hips, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

“Me neither.” you tell him, halting your movements as you stare into his hooded eyes.

You're both so fucked up and you only started. That thought should make you laugh, because it's quite funny. But your eyes are filled nothing with love and warmth as you stare at your husband who seems to be confused by your sudden stop, before he softly kisses you.

“I love you so much.” he tells you for the hundredth time today and you can't help but happily giggle.

It never gets old – hearing him saying those words of love to you.

“I love you so fucking much.” you tell him, his smile stretching as his dimple pops out while his eyes sparkle.

“Switch?” he asks, noticing your heavy breathing and with no hesitation you nod.

You're being pushed down, causing you to squeak in surprise through the grin that matches to the one that Namjoon has. He hover over you, kissing your nose, lips and neck before he slowly guides himself back to your warmth. He makes sure his mouth is on yours as he does this, muting your moans mixed with his with his mouth.

“I really wanna go slow and make a love to you. But I--”

“No, fuck me. I need you, Joonie. Fuck me.” you desperately tell him with rushed tone.

You really want him to fuck you, plus, you don't have that much time to go slow and all sensitive. You waited long enough for this, there's no time.

“As you wish,” Is all he says before he starts pulling out and smashing his hips into yours.

Your whole body shifts causing you to gasp at the impact, but most importantly from how deep his cock is. You can almost feel him in your stomach and for a moment, you're not sure if you're going to survive this. But why shouldn't you? You fucking pushed a baby out of you.

When Namjoon indicated he wants to fuck you, he wasn't lying. He goes merciless on you, his hands gripping your waist so tight that your skin hurts but you don't mind. It drives you even more crazy and makes you clench around him so tight, that tears prickle your eyes.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Namjoon grunts as you watch him through hooded eyes harshly biting his bottom lip.

His hair is attached to his forehead with sweat, your bodies getting sweaty as they collide with each other. Your pelvic bone smashes against his, but you wrap your legs around his waist even more while your nails find their way to his back. He groans at the feeling of them digging into his back, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he chokes out, your pants hitting his face as you can't bring yourself to say something.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he continues through his heavy breathing, not caring how he barely can breathe.

It's like telling you all those stuff is much more important than breathing. And with Namjoon, you know that's the case.

“I love these hips,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss and grab your hips even tighter to emphasize his words.

Gasping into his mouth, the tears flow down your cheeks at the love and pleasure you're receiving while he keeps repeating how beautiful you and your body are. It makes you feel overwhelmed with so much love and before you can think about holding your orgasm, the knot in your stomach snaps and you're cumming around him.

“Fuck, that's it, baby. That's it.” he says, having a hard time to fuck you through your orgasm when you're clenching so tight.

He chases his own orgasm which follows seconds after you, his movements sloppy and not so swift anymore as he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

It's painted white as he squeezes the last remains of his orgasm on your skin. Your stomach moves heavily up and down alongside with your breathing, wide Namjoon smudges his cum with his cock. You watch him in awe, chuckling at his concentrated face while his chin moves forward.

“All I said is true,” His tone is soft, joining to the sounds of your panting.

He reaches towards his shirt that's thrown on the floor and wipes his cum off your skin as you smile at him. “You really are beautiful.”

You sit up, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him to show him your gratitude. “As our favorite picture?” you tease him, looking back at the picture that's hanging on the floor.

He knows what you're hinting at. He stands in front of it almost every day, admiring the picture he took on your Italy trip.

“Bellissima,” he suddenly says, causing your brows to scrunch in confusion. “It's the name of the picture.”

“Really?” You don't hide a shock from the new information. “I didn't know that.”

“It's written in my handwriting on the back.” he sheepishly grins and you can't hide your grin.

You stare at the picture, admiring it as if you're seeing it for the first time – which you're not.

“It's named after you, y'know,” he says with softer smile this time, chuckling when he sees your widened eyes. You look back at him, his soft warm eyes focused on you. “You're in the picture.”

“What? No.” you exclaim, walking towards the picture completely naked but it's not like you care. And you're sure Namjoon appreciates the view because when you turn around to glance at him, he's ogling you from head to toe.

He coughs, ears red that he just got caught and quickly walks to you. “You can barely see yourself, but you kept walking admiring the trees when I took it.” he explains, pointing to the middle of the picture.

Squinting your eyes, you stare at the distant figure before you gasp in realization. You've seen that picture thousand times but you never noticed it, nor thought you are in it. “And you named it bellissima because...?” you trail off.

“Because you're the most beautiful woman, in and out.” he sheepishly says.

It's so cheesy but you can't bring yourself to cringe at it, not when your husband is so freaking love with you and never fails to remind you. You were stupid to never talked to him about your insecurities.

“But why bellissima though?” you ask, intertwining your fingers as you kiss him knuckles.

“It's in Italian. And we were in Italy so..” he trails off while you nod at him in understatement. “It's not romantic, but it was the only thing I could think of.”

“No, it's amazing. Thank you.” you say with smile, looking up at his confused features.

“For what?”

“Just for being you.” you tell him, causing him to bite his lip as he tries to prevent the boyish grin making its appearance on his plump lips.

He leans down, ready to kiss you but before he could, soft cries resounds from the room making the both of you sigh.

“I got it,” he tells you, already putting some clothes with quick movements. Since his shirt is stained, he stays topless.

You're ready to argue and as if he could sense that, he turns around just when his hand is wrapped around the door knob. And before his broad naked back disappears behind door, he makes sure to tell you one thing with a sly smirk on his lips.

“Go lay down, bellissima. I'm not done with you.”

[savoies]

uuu - jamie drysdale.

summary: friends to lovers.

word count: 2k.

warnings: one bad word?

a/n: this is so self indulgent and maybe one of the best/longest things i have ever written. enjoy!

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You and Jamie had met through a mutual friend. Since then both of you had been inseparable. Spending every single waking moment together. Stuck at the hip as your friends described it. Arms linked up as all of your friends hung out together. And when your mutual friends made plans to hang out it was always "will jamie be there?" or "will y/n be there?"

Jamie was great. You always had your fair share of best friends. Some back stabbing you in the back while others just moved away. But you have never had a connection with anyone like the one you had with Jamie.

Talks till 4am, finishing each other's sentences, or saying what the other was thinking cause the other was afraid or embarrassed to do so. Those are just some of the things you loved about your friendship with Jamie.

When he wasn't playing hockey you would sit in front of your tv and watch as many episodes as you could of the current show you were both obsessed with. Of course stuffing your face with food until you were physically sick, hunching over at a stomach ache. Every morning waking up in each other's arms in the most uncomfortable position. But it didn't matter cause you were in each other's warmth.

I mean of course you did have a dream or two about kissing or going out with Jamie but he didn't need to know that.

Both of you sat on your roof looking at the stars and listening to music.

"This song reminds me of you." He spoke up as a lively melody filled your ears.

"Funny you say that baby duck cause I actually have this song in your playlist cause it reminds me of you."

"Ok first of all you know how i feel about baby duck and second of all this just proves my point of us being on the same wavelength."

"Well i'm still calling you it even if you do hate it, i mean it is what you are." You looked at him with a smirk on your face knowing how much the nickname annoyed him.

"So like what if i just push you off the roof." He narrowed his eyes at you.

"James you want to kill me." You gasped.

He rolled his eyes at your other nickname for him. He shrugged his shoulders. Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes at him as you placed a punch on his shoulder.

Laughter was heard throughout the night as hours passed of you guys just listening to music and enjoying each other's company.

~~~

You sat at your friends house as she told you the latest drama going on with her on and off again boyfriend. You of course most of the time staring at your screen and smiling like an idiot.

"Y/N are you even listening?" Your friend said irritated.

"Of course I am." You lied as you looked up at them.

"Doesn't seem like it. Get me out of hereeee." Your other friend read out loud your text from your exchanged convo between Jamie to everyone.

"Ok fine no i wasn't. I already told you I think you should leave him, you can do better." You told your friend and narrowed your eyes at your other friend.

"Easier said than done. Not like all of us have a boy wrapped around our fingers just one call away." She looked at you directly.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, utterly confused. You weren't the best at reading signals when it came to dating. Honestly you were pretty oblivious.

"Wait are you serious, have you seen the way Jamie looks at you?" Your friend replied.

"Drysdale and I are just friends." You laughed nervously pushing away the not so friendly thoughts you've had about him.

"That's what they always say." Your friend who read over your shoulder responded.

"Shut up." You slapped them on their head.

"I am leaving because I feel like I'm getting attacked." You said as you gathered your belongings.

"She's going to see Jamieee."

"You guys are annoying, you know that." You huffed as you stepped out into the chilly night.

"Love you too." Your friends replied as you closed the door.

~~~~

Weeks had passed since that conversation with your friends. And as you thought about it, it all seemed to make sense. Well not the part of Jamie liking you but maybe you did like him a little. Ok maybe a whole lot. But it's not like you could just come out and tell him. You loved your friendship more than anything. And you wouldn't throw it away for some silly feelings.

Both of you sat on the couch in silence. Something you did regularly. It was your very own therapy. Thinking of what was wrong (or something that was going right) in life and then telling each other.

But you couldn't tell him this. At least not any time soon.

"Ok you first." Jamie spoke up breaking the silence.

"Well uhm nothing new really, I guess you're still annoying." You laughed.

"Hey!" He said shoving you with his shoulder as you sat on the couch side by side.

"Your turn." 

"Well uhm I'm going on a date." He spoke up nervously avoiding eye contact.

"Oh my gosh Jamie that's amazing." You told him. I mean hey if he was going on a date it meant that you didn't need to worry about the dumb feelings you were experiencing and you could bury them deep.

"Yeah I guess." He laughed nervously smiling softly at you.

~~~~

A few days had passed since his date. Honestly he was avoiding you. Not really sure what he was feeling. He missed his best friend though. So he drove to your house and made his way to your room. He had knocked a couple of times at the front door but with no answer he used his key that you had given him for "emergencies". Soon with walking into your living room he understood why there was no answer. Loud music was vibrating through the small apartment from your room.

As he walked closer to your room he saw you dancing or more like jumping up and down to some catchy beat coming from your phone. (which your neighbors soon would complain about) But he loved seeing you this happy and carefree that the things he had been feeling soon faded away.

"Jamie!! Come dance with me."  You yelled over the music.

"No no it's ok." Jamie said not really being the best at dancing. You went up to grab him spinning him around a couple of times and soon both of you were dancing around your room like crazy maniacs. 

Both falling on your bed breathing heavily as the dance party had tired you out.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him confused since he hadn't called.

"Well I missed you." He spoke up softly using his elbow to lift himself up and face you. Your heart rate picking up as those words processed in your mind and you really hoped that he couldn't sense it.

~~~~

Your friends decided to walk around and go for coffee. So here you sat between some of your friends as Jamie was waiting in line to get your usual order.

Jamie saw you laughing at something your friend said. Your eyes creasing at the corner as you smiled hard. The smile he so dearly loved.

He wasn't going to tell you this but his date wasn't the best. The girl was amazing. But he caught himself talking about you rather than himself. He apologized profusely for wasting the poor girls time and all she said was that you were special. And indeed yes you were. To him you were everything he ever wanted in a person. In his person.

You looked up to meet Jamie already staring at you and you offered him a small smile and awkward wave. That smile he loved so much. And that is when Jamie realized that he was crushing on you hard. Your friend who had stood with him waiting for their coffee as well looked at him staring at you.

"You know she likes you too." They had said. As he looked at them questioning if it really was that obvious.

So now as he got both of your coffees he walked back to you. 

"Ahh there is whom I love." You said as you made grabby hands for your coffee. 

"How rude, and here I thought you were talking about me." He huffed.

"You know I love you but I do love my coffee more, now come sit before one of them takes your spot." You looked at your friends.

"Well i just don't think it's fair to spread yourself against two chairs to save seats." One of your friends said.

You stuck your tongue out at them as you laid your head on Jamie's shoulder and drank your coffee happily spending time with your friends.

~~~~

And then came Saturday. Jamie had asked if you wanted to go get ice cream and of course you couldn't say no. So after getting in his car and hugging him you told him how you missed him even though you had seen him less than twenty four hours prior.

Both of you trying to block the sun as you ate your quickly melting ice cream.

Some dripping on your shirt as the melting ice cream dripped from your spoon.

"You got a little something." Jamie had laughed. 

"Good thing it's your shirt." You grabbed some napkins as you rubbed off the sweet treat.

After some time Jamie spoke up. "I like you and not just as a friend, you don't have to give me a response right away but yeah i just had to tell you." You looked at him shocked to say the least. Your friends were right and honestly all those feelings that you so called "buried" came all at once filling your stomach with butterflies.

"Well baby duck lucky for you I like you too." You said as you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. And the rest of the day was spent with huge smiles on both of your faces.

~~~~

A few weeks later both of you sat on your friends couch. Holding hands. You guys weren't official just yet, trying to keep everything slow and not rush into things. Your friends of course had betted how long it would take for you guys to get together.

"Ok honestly if you guys are gonna be this lovey dovey and shit i think i might just head home." Your friend who had finally broken up with her boyfriend spoke up.

"Omg i forgot to tell you, Jamie has this friend who's like super cute, no offense babe..." you said.

"None taken." He said as your friends around you laughed.

"... And he's super nice. I'm sure Jamie can introduce you.

"Yeah, I think he's single." Jamie replied. Later on you guys played some board games, watched some netflix, and just talked about life.

"Ok ok i have to know when did you realize you guys liked each other." Your friend looked up from her sitting place on the floor.

"Uhm I think i saw signs over time but maybe when some people kept on insisting we weren't just friends." You narrowed your eyes at your friends.

"Hey look we were right so a thank you would be nice." They shrugged their shoulders.

"Mine's kind of embarrassing but when all i talked about was Y/N on a date." Jamie cringed.

"No way dude." 

"Is that why you didn't want to talk about how it went, it all makes sense now." You looked at Jamie.

"Poor girl." 

"In my defense I apologized many times and she said it was ok." He lifted his hands in defense.

You laid in each other's arms as the hours passed by happy at how things were going.

[wordstro]

[8:32 PM] + hero/villain au + "you'll help us change the world, whether you want to or not." + part 2

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 masterlist

@thelargefrye you inspired me to write more of this au TT thank u

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the aftermath of wooyoung, yeosang, jongho, and seonghwa's betrayal was worse, you think, then the initial betrayal.

"do you think we'll be okay?" you'd asked when you were finally alone with what was left of your alliance, your team.

san gripped the arms of his chair and grit his teeth. yunho closed his eyes. mingi pressed the heels of his hands to face, and kept them there. hongjoong said, with all the anger and grief and brokenness and helplessness you were feeling, "i don't know. i think it's going to get worse. not just...not just the betrayal, but everything."

wooyoung always complained about hongjoong’s realism, his need to explain and analyze outcomes, and you hated that you thought of him still, even after all that happened.

the way wooyoung had left you, trapped under a building with severe burns around your neck, his eyes unrelenting, cold despite the fire curling around him, had remained etched in your mind. to this day, the way hongjoong had pulled you from the rubble with glassy, broken eyes, stayed with you. the memories fueled you when you thought you could not go on. during the press conferences, the attacks on civilians, the moments when you would need to tell someone their loved one was dead because you couldn't protect them, you clung to your need to never see that look on hongjoong's face again.

a year passed since then, and your grief fell way to resentment.

the underground villain organization hit mainstream news every day. they broke into government facilities and banks, leveled entire cities, and at first it was petty, understandable even, but then you stood at headquarters and watched yeosang saunter into a government laboratory with a megaphone and demands anyone who heard him had to oblige to. he walked out with tests, serums, research, and equipment you knew could only mean something sinister. you watched jongho break into a high-level holding facility, bullets bouncing off his skin, and free the most dangerous of superpowered criminals, all with a charming smile on his face as he waved to the security cameras. you could no longer convince san that they would change their minds and come back. they were in this for the long haul and the fighting would go on.

you were so fucking furious, you wanted to join san in his anger, in the way his fingers curled into fists whenever he reported his run ins with them, yeosang and wooyoung especially, and he fought them with a vengeance you never knew existed in him. heroes were not allowed to kill, however, and they all knew that. hongjoong reminded them of it everyday. san despised it. you despised that terror you felt at the idea of killing any of them, wooyoung, yeosang, seonghwa, and jongho. most of all, you despised how much you missed them.

"excuse me? are you getting on?" the bus driver's voice cuts through your thoughts. you tear your eyes off the wanted posters pinned up against the bus stop, apologizing as you hurriedly board the bus.

you take a seat at the back of the bus, as you always do. your phone buzzes in your pocket, a text from mingi lighting up your screen.

as you read mingi's rant about the latest episode of a show you're both watching during your downtime, someone takes a seat behind you. you barely spare them a glance.

that was your first mistake.

the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. before you can react a soft, sweet voice murmurs, "put down your phone and do not move."

your hands drop to your lap and your muscles seize with how quickly your body adheres to his words. you can't even speak.

it's yeosang.

when you first met him, years ago, he swore he would never use his powers on any of you. your heart sinks to your stomach.

there's a small laugh. shuffling. you don't look up from your lap, from the way mingi's name lights up on your screen as he sends another text. you can't. sweat beads along your forehead from how hard you're trying to break from his persuasion. yeosang's thigh comes into view, right beside yours, as he takes a seat beside you. he reaches over, turning your phone off and dropping it on the floor with a dull thud. then he pats your knee as he murmurs, "now, sleep."

and, you do. you have to.

~.~.~.~.~

"morning, sunshine."

you wake to the sound of metal clanging against metal, your shoulders aching from the way your arms are angled behind your back. it takes a moment to remember yourself and the events that perspired before you fell asleep, but the moment you do, you jolt, pulling against your restraint. your super strength does nothing against the restraints. you can hear them creak and groan as you thrash, but you're chained down to the ground and they know your personal weight records. they know how much resistance it takes to contain you. you can't move your feet at all, since they're encased in heavy metal. they even secured your head. seonghwa has endured one too many headbutts from you during your choreographed fights for him to forget about that. you're trapped.

"are you done?"

you look up, and wooyoung stands with his arms crossed. yeosang sits on the desk beside him, swinging his legs. seonghwa and jongho are nowhere to be seen, but you're almost glad. the way your stomach flips at the sight of wooyoung and yeosang alone makes you want to throw up. you don't think you could handle being in the same room as all four of them. not like this.

beside yeosang stands a masked man with a lab coat. he holds a giant needle and it takes you another moment to register that you're in a makeshift laboratory. your stomach flips once more.

"what the hell is this?"

you can't control the anger in your voice. you hadn't encountered wooyoung since that day, a year ago. san had. mingi and yunho and hongjoong had. but not you. you'd gotten into a brief fight with seonghwa's army of the dead once, during an altercation in busan. you'd fought jongho a few times. but you've mostly encountered other villains working alongside them. never them. everyday, you secretly thanked your luck for that, but it seems your luck has ran out.

wooyoung only looks at you with blank indifference, and your heart twists. your gaze flickers to yeosang, and he looks away the moment you meet his eyes, scratching at his chin in a pointed gesture of nonchalance.

"this is eunwoo," wooyoung says, gesturing at the masked man with the lab coat and large syringe. "he used to work for the Hero-Villain Alliance. not our division of course, but in the biochemical weapons sector. you should say hi."

you grit your teeth, your anger overwhelming. "i don't care who or what he is. what the hell do you want from me?"

"would you believe me if i said i wanted a little reunion?" he raises a brow.

you glare and wooyoung lets out a small laugh. he says, "didn't think so. well, if it's any consolation i really didn't want to do this. i kicked your ass hard enough to last you a lifetime already. it's only poor sportsmanship to remind you of it every time you see me."

"fuck off."

he snorts, "whatever happened to our patient sweet little y/n? yeosang, you sure you got the right person?"

yeosang lets out a small laugh, but it dies quickly when he looks at the masked man - eunwoo - and a chill runs down your back. you're not sure what they're planning, but it can't be good.

"it's been a year, wooyoung. if you think i'm the same person, you're a fucking idiot. both of you."

yeosang looks to his shoes, and wooyoung's jaw clenches, his lopsided grin slipping from his face. the vindictive parts of you relishes in their reactions.

wooyoung merely waves a hand, and eunwoo steps forward. he's tall, too tall, and the way he looms over you makes you involuntarily recoil.

wooyoung joins eunwoo's side, crouching in front of you until he's at eye level with you. you don't look at him, ignoring the way your heart races a tad faster, warily watching eunwoo.

"long story short: the government has been experimenting on our kind. eunwoo here was a part of it. he was one of the experiments. he had a team, too, like us, until some experiments went wrong. that's the shit you uphold."

had. you look up at eunwoo, as best as you can with your head secured, and your heart twists at the thought. you...never knew.

"i...i'm sorry," you say, looking at eunwoo. "but, i can fix it. hongjoong's been advocating and it's working. we want the same things and -"

"shut up."

your mouth clamps shut, not because of yeosang's powers, but because eunwoo's voice is raspy, and so, so angry. it holds the same kind of vengeful anger san's does on the nights you sat with him and tried to talk him out of it. it's terrifying. you unconsciously lean away, closer to wooyoung, and you hate yourself for it.

"do you know why our cause is backed by so many and hongjoong's isn't?" wooyoung asks.

your nails dig into the palms of your hands. you hate how vulnerable you are, restrained here.

"because we are willing to die for our cause. we're willing to make sacrifices. you aren't."

"you're traitors," eunwoo rasps.

"i just want the fighting to stop," your voice cracks, you can't help it, "i want to stop fighting, stop having to tell people that their loved ones are dead, stop fucking trying to piece together the hearts you broke. I want it to stop."

you think of hongjoong and yunho and mingi and san and your attempts to fix something that's only crumbling with each passing day. you think of all the death you've seen. all the destruction. you know, deep down, that they're right. you've attended vigils for your kind, killed out of supposed fear. adults and children, alike. you're angry, yes, resentful even, but most of all you're exhausted.

"if you join us, it can stop."

you blink.

wooyoung merely stares at you, unwavering. the last year has changed you immensely, but you hadn't thought of how much it must have changed them too.

anger surges inside of you.

"join us," he says, so sweetly. your stomach churns when he reaches out and presses a hand to your cheek. a year ago, you might have fell for it. you know it, and so does he. he's always known it, that you were weak for him, for any of them really.

that's what drives you to glare. that's what makes you spit in his face and growl, "no."

something flips in wooyoung's eyes then, his jaw setting in a way where you know you've set something off in him. heat rises from him, burning your skin, reminding you of the burns he left on your neck.

"i wanted you to make this choice freely, but i guess that's not going to happen," he grits, "too bad. you'll help us change the world, whether you want to or not."

wooyoung waves his hand, and eunwoo moves, pulling down the collar of your shirt. wooyoung's gaze flickers to your neck, to the burns he left you, and his eyes soften for just a moment.

you thrash, you scream and yell obscenities, but it's fruitless. eunwoo easily injects with the syringe, right in the heart.

your chest heaves and the injection site burns and eunwoo walks away, shrugging off the lab coat as he goes. you're left with wooyoung and yeosang, your eyes prickling with unshed tears born of anger more than anything.

"what did you do to me?"

"it's a power enhancer we stole from the experimentation trials. we laced it with my powers. in an hour, you'll be unstoppable. a weapon, really," yeosang takes pity on you, his quiet voice ringing throughout the laboratory.

"and under your control," you say aloud what he doesn't say, slumping in your chair.

yeosang merely nods.

you look from yeosang's pitiful gaze to wooyoung's clenched jaw.

"you both really never cared about us, did you?"

yeosang blinks, but before he can respond, before he can give you even the smallest bit of hope, wooyoung answers, "no. never."

your heart withers, breathing shaky as yeosang says, "sleep, y/n."

it's mercy, you realize, yeosang's gentle way of giving you reprieve for a brief moment before everything goes to shit. your eyes grow heavy, even as you see blurry figures reach for you, as you feel hands wiping at the tears on your cheeks. you think you hear wooyoung murmur a soft sorry. but it could also be wishful thinking.

[henderylikespink]

Fluff Alphabet

최산

Choi San

                                ♡ San ♡

A- Affectionate

San can be so snuggly sometimes! He would really have to be in the mood though lol. I can picture him wrapping his arms around his s/o and snuggling his head against them. If this boy can lay his head on your chest, he is in heaven. 

B- Baby (Do they want a family?)

San probably wants a small family. A kid or two, nothing too much. A small yet very close and united family. :) 

San would totally be the type of dad that all his kid’s friends call him a DILF lmao.

C- Cuddle

I feel like San’s favorite cuddling position would be spooning. He doesn’t really have a preference little spoon but if you want him to hold you all night, he will! 

I do feel like San could only cuddle right before falling asleep before turning to his side of the bed. If he gets too hot, he can’t sleep. His body has to be on the cooler side so even if he really wants to hold you, he really can’t. Unless you have a nightmare or something of that nature, then expect to wake up to his back in the morning. Not like that is a bad thing ;). 

D- Dates

Netflix/ movies dates!! San would love to watch comedies with you to laugh. Romantic movies could also be on the agenda... Y’all would definitely share your favorite tv shows and cry, laugh, and gasp together lol.

Nap are definitely a passtime for y’all lmaoo cuddle on his bed with all his favorite plushies seems like heaven to me.

E- Everything (You are my…)

You are San’s reason to smile. Seriously, one glance at you and he’s beaming like the sun.

F- Feelings (When did they realize they had feelings for you?)

I feel like typically San would only fall for someone he has known for a while. He would realize that he had feelings for you when you guys started to hang out more than you usually did. Also, instead of hanging out with other friends as a group, y’all would hang out separately. It would really shock him to see how comfortable he has gotten with you without even noticing it.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they with you?)

San is a gentle man. Yes, he may get excitable at times but he always is soo gentle with you. One could say you didn’t know if the look in his eye was softer than his touch.

H- Hand/ Hold (How do they hold you?)

San loves to hold your hand! No matter where you are, expect to find his hand intertwened with yours. I can see him being the type of guy to place his arm around your shoulder. Ahhh it would be so freaking cute!!

San would like to cuddle when going to sleep and when watching tv. Other than that, I get the vibes that he likes his personal space. That’s probably why he likes holding your hand a lot.

I- Impression (First Impression)

San probably met you through friends so his first impression was that you were really chill and funny! He loves how well you got along with everyone. The first thing he noticed about you was your beautiful smile :). 

J- Joker (Do they pull pranks?)

He would probably do things like poke your sides or hide from you when you're not looking but I don't know if that's pranking or if it's just annoying lol.

K- Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Sensual, sensual, sensual kisses dear god. He would just grab your chin and go to smooch town. He's definitely a clean kisser, none of that hot, messy shit for him. But remember because it's clean doesn't mean it can't get hot and heavy. ;))

L- Love (Who said I love you first?)

I can see San saying "I love you" first. I feel like San is the type of person who knows what he feels so he just goes for it. That doesn't mean he wouldn't be nervous about it, but he would probably sit on it for a few days before saying it to you. I can see him saying "I love you" between 6-8 months of dating.

M- Memory (Favorite Memory)

San's favorite memory is when he took you to the Han River. Your beautiful reflection that shone in the lake and the smile that accompanied it is forever ingrained in his memory. Full bellies, full smilies, and full hearts, it was definitely a memory San holds dear to his heart.

N- Nickel (Do they spoil you?)

San spoils you!! When he sees you he loves to bring you snacks, or perhaps that sweater that reminded him of you. He would love to have matching rings or necklaces with you.

O- Orange (What color reminds them of you?)

A light, light blue. It reminds him of the day he took you to the Han River when the clouds intertwined with the sky like the delicate hand he held in his own.

P- Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Definitely uses babe or baby. He uses your name occasionally but he likes babe or baby more.

Q- Questions (What questions are they always asking?)

Send you a good morning test everyday without fail with the question, “Did you sleep well last night?” If he can’t ask you in person.

R- Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

San loves to catch up on TV shows he hasn’t been able to watch in a while. He loves to see you curled up besides him intently watch the TV. Takeout is a must. 

S- Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ others up?)

I have a feeling that San doesn’t really show when he is sad. The only way you can really tell is due to his lack of energy. San likes to sleep when he is depressed because he has no energy to do anything else. Please spoon this baby when he is like this.

T- Talking (How much do they talk? What do they love to talk about?)

San has a great balance of talking and listening. He can do either one, if you are in a talkative mood he would love to listen to you! San probably loves to talk about the new cheorography Attez is learning, what happened in the latest episode of a show y’all watch, or show you funny/ cute memes he found.

U - Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Again, watching TV with you and the members helps him relax. He loves being surrounded by the people he loves and sharing a lot of laughs. When you both relax in all of his plushies on his bed, he instantly relaxes.

V - Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

San likes to show off his fashion style. (Boy is always looking snatched) Expensive clothes, jewerly, shoes you get the jist of it. More importantly though, he is very proud of where he is in his career. Several people doubted him as a trainee (even his parents said they thought he would drop out) but he kept persevering to his debut and after. San is so immensely talented, he deserves to see the whole world watch him perform.

W - Why (Reasons why they love you)

San loves how comfortable he is with you. He feels like he has a best friend for life. He wishes the moments of full smiles and laughter never end with you.

X - Xylophone (What’s your song?)

I feel like San would vibe with the song “Paparazzi” by Slchld & oceanfromtheblue, really anything on that album. He really vibes with all the songs so I can see him playing this album when y’all are together.

Y - You (What you are to them?)

Like I mentioned before, you are his best friend for life and his place of comfort. You place so much calmness and reassurance in him that helps him keep moving forward.

Z - Zebra (What pet they want to have?)

San would totally get a small dog of some kind. It would be so cute!! He would always hold the puppy in his arms whenever he could. 

Masterlist

[seodami]

Freezing cold | WJH

GIF is from @gotseventeens :)

Genre: FLUFF and a slightly slightly tiny bit suggestive (but not really tho), camping

Warning: none (except kissing and cuddling haha)

Word count: 2477

Pairing: idol!Wen Junhui x reader

Note: Soooo I actually wanted to post this in autumn but well now it’s winter haha. I really loved the TTT episode of going seventeen when they were camping so here is my camping seventeen imagine. Jun is such a cutie OKAY!!!! Also all the mentioned names who are not seventeen, are either their real friends (from research in the internet) or fictional names. I don’t know any of their relationships of course so it’s all just for fun :) I hope you keep that in mind. Enjoy!

It was cold. Freezing cold. One breath and a whole train of clouds was coming out of your mouth. It was already early December so the weather was quite reasonable. Either way you preferred staying inside cuddling your boyfriend wrapped in a cozy blanket while hearing his friends bicker about what movie to watch next.

But here you were, in the middle of trying to lit a bonfire with just two sticks since no one thought about bringing a lighter. What clever friends you had. However since it was Joshuas early birthday gift, you just had to embrace the cold creeping up your spine. He stated he really wanted to go camping again in one of the vlives he did, so all the boys could think about, was fulfilling his wish and planned a whole camping trip into the woods. It was a very sweet idea and you even helped gathering some stuff you may needed like blankets and pillows. Just no lighter.

You honestly had no idea where you exactly were. You may or may not have been fallen asleep on Jun’s shoulder and waken up just when you arrived at the destination. Jun had tickled your belly playfully, knowing exactly that this was your weak spot. Let’s just say it would have been a more pleasant way to wake up with soft kisses on your cheek. But Jun is Jun and that’s why you love him so much.

You let out an annoyed huff and fell back on your butt after trying for almost half an hour now to lit that fire. But nothing. “It will never work. Maybe we should just drive to the next convenience store and buy a lighter.” you mumbled over your shoulder, trying to reach just anyone with your words. Your hands were freezing cold by now and all you wanted to do was having some warmth at least.

“I know, I feel like we are back in Stone Age. Come on it’s the 21st century.” Youngmi, Seungcheols girlfriend of two years, sat down next to you, offering you a hot pack, as if she knew your hands were dying. “Thank you.” You muttered with a smile in her direction. “Where are the boys anyway? It’s like half of them disappeared.” You stated, taking a look around.

There were only a few of the dozen people, who tagged along nearby. Seungkwan, Eunbi and Wonwoo were currently still picking things up from the car. Sojung, Jeonghans girlfriend, Jihoon and Bree, Joshuas girlfriend were still trying to set the tents up, even though they already had about two finished. You made a mental note to help them later on. The warmth in your hands were more than comforting for the moment.

You watched Minghao and Minhi, his girlfriend, hanging up a hammock together while laughing. “I don’t know exactly. I think Cheolie said something about collecting more wood for the bonfire with a few others.” Youngmi said with a small grin. With a small nod you wrapped the big Jacket around you a bit tighter.

It was one of Juns padded jackets, you stole out of his wardrobe this morning. It still smelled like him, making your heart feel warmer than before. When he saw you with his coat reaching your feet all he did was pulling you in a bone crushing hug, calling you his caterpillar. Jun really had a fascination but so charming side to him, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him every day. Even after over one and a half years of dating, he never failed to make you feel loved and special. You knew it since day one. He was your one. And you were his one.

“I have absolutely NO idea where Jun is though. Maybe I should have paid more attention on him than this fire.” You chuckled, holding the hot pack against your cold and pink cheeks. Youngmi just shook her head laughing. “Oh don’t worry, the boys hopefully can take care of themselves.” She added playfully, leaving you giggle.

And just as you wanted to keep trying to rub the sticks together, you felt a hug from behind you while your boyfriends significant scent immediately hit you. “Baobeii I’m baackk. Have you missed me? I bet you did.” With his loud voice right next to your ear, you rolled your eyes giggling. “You bet I did. Where did you even go? The fire won’t lit and my hands are freezing cold.” You whined hearing Youngmi next to you giggle.

Jun took both of your hands in his and kissed them from over your shoulder. A warm rush went up your spine while you were trying to hide your smile. “Better?” He asked you intoxicatingly sweet to which you could just nod. “I was driving to the convenience store with Jeonghan, Josh and Seokmin like I told you. We bought a lot of things.” He told you with a chuckling tone.

With a surprised face you turned around in his arms to look at his beautiful face. “You were at the convenience store? I had no idea.” You mumbled leaning in his touch. He nodded laughing, pulling you closer. “Yeah I told you.”

You mumbled a sorry into his chest, making the boy feel all fuzzy inside. “I bought a surprise...” he remembered why they were there in the first line. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket. You let out an excited squeal, never have been more happy to have a lighter in your life before. You took the lighter from Juns hand, cupping his cheeks and pressing a fat kiss onto his cheeks. He let out one of his adorable giggles, leaning into your touch.

“Thank you Baobei! That’s exactly what we needed, right Youngmi?” You turned to the older girl besides you, her watching the couple in awe with a smile. She nodded with enthusiasm. “Exactly. Thanks Jun.”

While the three of you, now with more hope, tried to start a fire with Jun still cuddled next to you, you noticed the group from the forest coming back with tons of woods loaded in their arms. Seungcheol was already whining over the cold before you could even see them.

They all made a huge pile next to a tree and loaded some of the wood into the bonfire, which was actually starting to work. And after a while, you and Jun finally succeeded in lighting the fire. The warmth was so alluring, you almost didn’t want to move at all.

By now, it was already dark as the winter evenings could be. A few stars started to appear over the camping area behind the tall trees. Some of the taller guys hang up some fairy lights, dunking the whole place in a beautiful orange and yellow warm light. Around the bonfire, blankets and pillows made the earthy ground look way more comforting. The tents hidden behind the trees were all built and filled with sleeping bags and other comfy sleeping utensils.

When you thought their bickering over movies was bad, you clearly haven’t seen them deciding in which tents they would sleep. Clearly no one really wanted to share a tent with 7 other people. Or be with a couple alone (that specific comment coming from Chan and Jihoon, who both had to share one anyways with at least one cuddling couple. You sent Jun out there for a Rock Paper Scissors game to win your lucky place in one of the smaller tents.

In the end you were together in a tent with Jun, Youngmi and Seungcheol, which you definitely found quite pleasant compared to the big tent, which Vernon, Kino, Wonwoo, Hoshi,Yua (Hoshis long time best friend and since the latest events also girlfriend), Eunbi, Seungkwan and Chan had to share.

Jihoon on the other hand had to share a tent with Minhi and Minghao, about what he definitely wasn’t too happy about. “At least still better than being alone with Jun and Y/N” he said sighting, making everyone die from laughing too much. You on the other hand just stood there dumbfounded looking up to your boyfriend, who seemed to be just as flustered as you were. “Oh shut it, we’re not that bad.” You pouted intertwining your arm with Jun’s. “Suuree” Seungkwan laughed hugging Vernon from behind.

As the tents were all assigned, the atmosphere was just so beautiful and comforting. Some were laying in their tents just talking or even napping, others were sitting and laying around the warming bonfire, eating s’mores or bread. The soft crackling of the fire was mixed with quiet chatting and laughing. The smell of sweet marshmallows and Juns scent floated around you. You felt like home. It was so cosy and snuggly. Just so warm.

You were laying down with your head in Juns lap. His hand occasionally stroking through your hair while also feeding you with his newly made s’more creations mixed with the sweet potato he was eating. He swore you it was delicious even though you didn’t want to believe him at first. However after trying you were actually pleasantly surprised at the taste. It wasn’t bad at all.

Joshua was playing the guitar laughing occasionally at Bree’s stories. Wonwoo and Minghao were reading books while Jeonghan and Sojung were sleeping deeply besides you. Peaceful was the only word that came to your mind. Everything was so peaceful.

Suddenly you felt a pair of lips against the corner of your cheek and then on the corner of your lips. You chuckled looking up to your boyfriend. He had a pout on his face, making him look more than adorable. “Can I have a kiss, Baobei?” He asked you. Without saying anything more, you pulled his head down to yours, so that your lips could touch properly this time. Your hand in his neck played with his hair in the back, gently tugging on it.

You loved kissing Jun. You just loved it. For you it was a sign of pure love. It was your way of showing him what you feel for him and you knew he loved the feeling of your lips on his just as much as you did. Sometimes you were just crazy for each other and couldn’t stop showing your love. And sometimes others were tired of watching you two make out in the most random situations but you couldn’t care less. He was the love of your life.

“Oh no, Jun and Y/N are back at it again.” Seungkwan joked as he noticed your faces melted together. Jun just laughed in between your many kisses. Eunbi, one of his close friends he invited, gave him a light punch on his shoulder, which he dramatically held as if he was hurt. “Oh stop. It’s cute. You’re just jealous.” Eunhee, who sat next to Eunbi wrapped in a blanket laughed. “Are you, Seungkwan?” Seungcheol teased him making kissy faces. Oh, they all already had way too much Soju intus.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes playfully, giving Eunbi a shove as well in her side. “Yeaah I’m especially jealous when I hear them being ‘active’ at 3 am, when the whole house wants to sleep, trust me.” Said boy joked sarcastically, watching you and Jun break out in laughter.

“Hey that’s not funny. You can laugh. We all try to sleep.” He kept arguing. “That’s true...that’s true...” Chan smiled through the pain, earning a sympathetic smile from his Hyung before all laughing again. Yes. Definitely too much Soju.

As the evening slowly slipped into night, more and more of the big group decided to make their way to the tents to sleep. Just by looking at Juns face in your lap, you can tell he was on the brick of falling asleep. His thick eyelids screamed for sleep after the long eventful day and the more his eyelids fluttered shut, even if he tried his best to stay awake, you knew it was time for him to sleep.

At this time only Seungcheol, Youngmi, Vernon, Kino, Eunbi, Eunwoo, Chan, Wonwoo, Hoshi and Yua were still awake, chatting quietly over the dampened crackling of the fire, which by now had shrunken a bit in size.

With one hand you gently stroked Juns hair out of his forehead and eyes, while pressing a soft kiss onto the corner of his lips. “Baobei...you want to sleep? We can go in the tent.” You suggested quietly, watching his eyes flutter open once again with much effort. You smiled with your heart blooming full of love. How could you love him so much? You don’t know. But it was the best feeling in the world.

He nodded sleepily, his hands searching for yours. You intertwined your hands together, helping him up to head towards your tent after biding good nights to the rest.

Jun was especially clingy when he was tired. He hung onto your back, nearly tripping over his own feet. You guided him into your tent, besides your own tired state and made yourself bed ready. The air got colder and colder as you went further away from the warming fire. Under your jacket, you wore two of Juns hoodies since they were big enough on you to layer them, plus they smelled like Jun, which was just another pro. You helped your boyfriend to wear another layer of fabric since he would be sick or even dead in the morning if he wouldn’t. The more layers you wore, the warmer it got, but it was still freezing.

Jun’s arms sneaked around you once again. He could hear your teeth clattering against each other. “Are you cold, Baobei?” He asked quietly to which you nodded against his chest, gripping the material of his hoodie behind his jacket. “Come here. We’ll just share a sleeping bag. It’s warmer.” He mumbled drowsily, making some space inside his preheated sleeping bag.

Without second thought, you climbed inside, still clinging onto him and his comforting body warmth. A sigh left your lips, your cheeks pressed against his. “So much better.” You whispered making him giggle.

“I love you.” He stated quietly, making goosebumps appear on your skin. You were pretty sure it was Juns tired voice and not the cold. “I love you” you replied with just as much feeling. You couldn’t see much so you tiredly tried to make out his lips by touch. You both giggled once your cold fingers found his soft lips. You pressed a sloppy kiss onto his lips before laying your cheek against his again.

And after that it didn’t took long for the both of you to fall asleep in the ice cold tent. It may have been a freezing cold December night but for you and Jun, it felt like the warmest summer morning. You just loved this man that much.

[ddaenghoney]

my masterlist is in my blog description

Prompt: Kisses on the corner of the lips (thank you for requesting!)

Pairing: Veil!JiminxY/N (pre-Veil, my fic which you can find here xx)

Genre(s)/warning(s): Fluff, friends with benefits(though there’s nothing smutty in this lmao), mentions of alcohol/intoxication, y/n is a bit jealous and so is jimin lmao

wc: 3037

You recall what Jimin said at the beginning, “This way we don’t have to be obligated to each other.”

At that time you nodded immediately, completely accepting of his words because they gave sense to everything. You are both friends, but sometimes went beyond that in random, sultry rendezvous. After meeting at SoundWave, the two of you found yourselves getting along well, and with Jimin’s debut a project you were deeply involved with, it was only natural to grow closer. Though you never anticipated the connection to become physical, you didn’t want to change it.

Or rather, you do not want to stop, but something about your current predicament of watching him interact so closely with another coworker makes your throat uneasy. She smiles at whatever he says to her while Jimin talks casually to all of those around him at the table. He doesn’t go out of his way to give the girl particular attention, but the way that she bumped passed you as you all arrived in order to secure a guiding hand on his shoulder so that they would sit together told you enough about her intentions with him.

Jimin is not your boyfriend, and no one at the company recognizes either of you as anything more than close coworkers. He’s not allowed to date anyone, so of course everything is under wraps. There’s no reason to say anything about you and him to begin with-- there’s no reason for you to keep glancing from the table you sit at. No reason you should bite your tongue every time she puts a flirtatious hand on his arm.

“Y/N, I heard you’re going to help make our next title track.” A cheerful voice across from you breeches your ears, causing your shoulders to twitch you back to the conversation. You manage a smile easily enough, finding the male appearing quite happy with what he said, as the other member of his group who sits next to him, “You are, right? I want to learn from you about the writing process.”

“I don’t know if I’m good enough to be a teacher.” You take a sip of your soda, ignoring the nudge from Jihyo beside you whose eyes combat your dismissive attitude.

“As if. You could probably teach everyone at this table something.” She presses, earning a roll of your eyes. Grinning at your reaction, she turns back to the two across, “I’d even bet the song you make with her will end up charting for weeks.”

“I’ll do anything to help you then.” The male across you persists with a jovial curl of his lips. “You’re like the company’s golden songwriter.”  A loud affirmative from the member beside him causes a ripple with Jihyo and other people at the table to agree senselessly, even though some of them you’re sure are too intoxicated to know what the conversation is. “Cheers to our golden songwriter!”

You giggle at the dramatization of the whole thing, but reciprocate the energy by clinking your glass to his as those around do the same to each other and drink happily. You go ahead and down the rest of your mostly club soda beverage, setting it back down on the table with a small clunk and release a breath.

In the corner of your eyes, you catch Jimin’s head again and don’t stop yourself from angling your face to look. The return of his gaze startles you, making your hand squeeze your glass. The girl beside him remains, but she chats for the moment with someone else. Jimin’s focus forces the air in your chest to remain there as you sit somewhat transfixed and in wonder of what he wants. His lip quirks-- you think it does anyways; it’s difficult to discern from the distance. You wish he were across from you.

No; you shake your head at your thoughts, and return your eyes to your table. You take hold of some of the snacks on the table, tossing them into your mouth swiftly. It isn’t a good idea to dwell in those thoughts too long. In the first place, it should not matter to you where he is in the room, and you should be much less bothered by the lack of his attention on your person.

It’s not like either of you want to let even the smallest detail of your affairs into this place amongst all of your coworkers.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. When you go to glance back at Jimin, you see him back conversing with those around him. You scoff softly and pull out your phone, smiling a bit wider when you see how ridiculous you are acting for assuming a particular name to appear in the pixels.

Seokjin, 12:10AM: You’re going to regret skipping out on watching the latest episode with us-- the show is getting crazy.

Y/N, 12:11AM: You better not spoil anything.

“Hey, I’m going to head out.” You say to Jihyo, as you reach for your bag hanging from your seat.

“Aw, already?” She pouts, eyes following you as you stand. “You barely drank at all with us though.”

“I have to go to work in the morning.” You explain, laughing as she clings her arms on your waist.

“Want me to help you catch a cab, Y/N?” The guy across the table asks before sipping further at his beer. You shake your head, while you work to gently tug off Jihyo.

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine-”

“You heading out too?” Jimin’s voice feels like it pops a bubble. You turn your head to him, as he walks with his jacket in hand, smiling casual as the inquiry remains in the air.

“You too, man?” The younger member across you asks him.

“Yeah, my manager would kill me if I couldn’t wake up on time tomorrow.” He answers with a smile lazily on his features, then he glances back to you. “I’ll give you a ride to your apartment.”

“You sure-”

“Yes, you need to! She uses too many taxi rides-- it makes me nervous.” Jihyo exclaims into the mix as she finally releases her hold on you. “You better make sure she gets home safe, though, Jimin.”

“Deal.” He’s still looking at you while he speaks, his eyes gentle. If you think about it, you’re sure you could misinterpret his expression, so you don’t. You just nod your head, and follow his lead outside of the restaurant.

—

“To think we’d leave at the same time.” You buckle your seatbelt with ease, as Jimin turns on the ignition. Relaxing your head on the seat, you barely arch your neck, eyeing him coyly. “Almost like we intended to.”

“Well, I did.” Jimin chuckles, wrapping a hand on the gear shift. Then he looks at you, and speaks just as easily, “I only went because you did.”

You try not to acknowledge the way your rib cage constricts for a moment at his words. Like it tries to lock them close to your heart. You half-smile at Jimin, helping the sentence to trickle away into nothing. “Smooth.”

“I think so.” He nods his head as he begins to drive away. The expression of his is nothing bashful or satisfied; nothing in particular at all. It’s just words. You relax back into the familiar seat and stare at the road as it comes, settled in your understanding of everything. You smother the confusion, putting it away before you are able to ponder it and get your flimsy feelings hurt. The last thing you would need is a relationship with an idol at SoundWave.

You can’t even imagine the complications that could entail.

“Are you very tired?”

You perk your eyebrows at the inquiry. Incidentally, his words brought you out of a stupor that was melded with the exhaustion from the day, but your curiosity wins over your response.

“Not very. Why?”

Jimin’s index finger taps the steering wheel as a red light forces a stop. His eyes fixate ahead as casual as ever, but the hesitation in his sentence reveals itself when his lips barely part without answering your question. More curiosity swirls in your expression, maybe too much, but Jimin is not looking at you so you let it slide, and merely hum to press for an answer.

“Do you care if I stay over tonight?” You should immediately throw away that nagging thought in your brain that tells you Jimin really did only go to the dinner because of you. You should cast it away, because this request is not dressed in sweetness. It’s implications are just a testament to the relationship between you: the friends and something more but nothing too much. Not ever to be more. It’s already settled, unlike him and that girl who could still take a relationship in any direction they want.

Your hand curls on your lap in recollection.

“To be honest, I’m not really feeling sex tonight.”

The car continues down the road, smoothly trailing closer to your apartment less than minutes away. The air conditioning’s breeze does more than it needs to as your legs garner goosebumps that you notice with the silence. Only a second passes then another, but it feels slow and you cannot stop your thumbs rubbing against each other.

“That’s fine. I’m not very interested in that either right now.” You glance towards Jimin, but it’s noticeable as your hair shifts and your eyes gleam from the passing street lights. Pondering the implications of his words should be at the forefront of your mind, but they are shoved aside by satisfaction. Satisfaction that he doesn’t just think of you for sex-- logically you never did consider that to be the case, but the words are reassuring. There’s still the friendship; a connection you care about more. “But I understand if you don’t want me to-”

“You can.”

You catch the corner of his lip curling upwards, but he stares ahead at the road. Resting his head against his knuckles as he eases the car around the last corner with a single hand, Jimin hums softly, and your hands close atop your lap with his reaction. You don’t bother smothering the small smile of your own, and can’t stop a tiny, playful scoff as he finally speaks up, “Slumber party it is then.”

---

“Hey,” You begin as the television streams a movie long forgotten about. Though opposite sides of the couch were occupied originally, Jimin mentioned simply through a soft mumble that his chest is comfier than the awkward positioning of your head on the stiff armrest, so the current arrangement of your body loosely entangled atop of his came to be. For a moment before being coaxed by his offer, you tried to play it off, giving a little hum and a small glance from him to the television then back again when he poked your thigh with his toe. His lips were a bit pursed, but he smiled like he knew you were trying to play it coy. Who were you to feign resisting further? “I thought you said earlier that you had to go home so your manager wouldn’t kill you in the morning?”

Jimin chuckles, fingertips easing in a slow trail along your back, before going up then back down like a leisurely gondola ride. You don’t believe you care about whatever reason he gives you for tagging along. You think you just wanted to talk and take your focus away from the embrace that you don’t know how to categorize.

“Like I said earlier too: I just went to begin with because you did.”

“You didn’t even sit with me.” The words come out in a mumble with a tone that sounds too whiny, and you wish they hadn’t slipped out so easily. Jimin shifts beneath you, adjusting your frame with his hands that find your waist and his neck cranes to look at you,

“What was that?” His grin teases you, clearly amused by your little admission. You huff, trying to avoid his gaze as a blush of embarrassment threatens to creep to the surface. “And this whole time I was wondering why you kept looking over at me, baby.”

“Jimin,” You bite your lip, now trying to count the amount of times you may have glanced over at him, and wondering how in the world he ever caught sight of a lot of them. You open your mouth to continue, but find nothing to say further in your flustered state. Jimin’s eyebrows raise as though he awaits for whatever you want to say as a rebuttal. You put your hand to his cheek and gently attempt pushing his stare back to the television.

“No-” He laughs, resisting your lackluster strength and simply takes hold of your forearm with one of his hands. “Go on, baby, tell me what you wanted to.”

You don’t know what you wanted to say, and really there’s nothing for you to complain about in the first place. How was he supposed to know, and given the way things were between them, who are you to ask for a specific seating arrangement out in public? Especially with all of the other employees, and especially when that girl went out of the way to monopolize him herself.

“Well, I wasn’t going to interrupt you and that other girl.” Your lips clamp shut. Thankful you’re not looking him in the eyes as yet another uncontrolled thought escaped, you merely breathe in through your nostrils, briefly considering that you stepped beyond a line you should not have.

“What girl?” He asks you like nothing else in the statement could concern him. Slowly, hesitantly, your eyes find him once more. Jimin’s focus is calm, yet something about his expression tells you that beyond confusion he wants to settle any worries. Whether obligated or not.

“The one who grabbed your arm on the way in,” You say, captured by his eyes that feel more intimate than you’re used to. “She’s clearly in to you.”

Jimin’s head tilts to the side, lips remain in a straight line and there’s nothing to say the idea interests him. “Didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, right.” You press without knowing why. If it bothers you, it would make sense for you to leave the subject untouched further, not to try and peek at his own interest in the subject. “It was clear to me.”

“Yeah?” One corner of his mouth rises. A strong beat in your chest ricochets within your ribcage, and your hand begins to curl a grip onto his shirt as he inches closer. “Couldn’t care less about her.”

The moment Jimin intends to press his lips to yours, you shift your head, causing a collision with his kiss landing on your cheek. Your hand remains tightened on the fabric of his shirt, certainly able to give it wrinkles as time passes. Jimin’s eyes blink as he pulls back, now appearing to be concerned he may have done something wrong, and he nearly verbalizes his worries, but you beat him to it.

“You’re not allowed to kiss my lips tonight.” The matter-of-fact tone stops Jimin’s mind in his tracks. His head tilts again, and a single breathy chuckle leaves his lips in a baffled confusion,

“Am I being punished?”

“Maybe.” Jimin’s head falls back against the couch with laughter at your words. A small fit, but nonetheless finding himself amused and from the appearance of his cheerful eyes when he looks at you again, you think he may even be endeared.

“Just your lips, baby?” He questions with a bright voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion at his question. Answering the curiosity towards his words, Jimin leans towards you, lips brushing along the bridge of your nose, testing. Your lips tighten into a line, not dissatisfied but instead trying not to show any of the flowers growing meadows in your hearts from his action. Like he graces you with sunlight, Jimin slowly moves his lips to the apples of your cheek, kissing softly.

“Can I confess something too?” He utters the molten words as another peck lands on your forehead, following along a path of his own to continue in tiny ministrations. You hum, feeling your hand relax its grip on his shirt, and your body nearly growing limp from his tender actions. “I didn’t have a great time watching that guy flirt with you all night, baby.”

Your eyes open as you tug your head away looking down at Jimin in surprise. He smiles at your stupor, reaching a hand to cup your cheek and guiding his thumb to ghost over the skin just beside your mouth. “Who was flirting with me?”

“You’re adorable-”

“The guy across from me? I don’t think so-- he’s just hoping I make a good song for their group’s next comeback.”

“It’s pretty common knowledge among the artists that he has a soft spot for you, actually.” Jimin elaborates simply, eyes gazing from yours to your lips. You watch his jaw tighten and can’t help your chest tighten from his reaction to the whole thing. You wonder if he’s ever said anything to the guy in regards to you, but you’re sure not. “Can’t say I blame him, though.”

“You’re pouting.” You smile then grin as Jimin groans softly and stretches his neck to avoid your assessment. “Adorable.”

Your copycat compliment makes Jimin chuckle with a roll of his eyes. His hand on your back tugs you back to him, and you do nothing but giggle as his lips find the space beside your own, kissing in a gentle frenzy. Mindlessly your fingers tangle in his hair, once again content as he follows your silly rule and leaves his lips kissing just next to your lips, warming the skin and making your heart flutter.

“Jimin,” You murmur, listening to his blissful hum as he breaks from your skin only to reposition a kiss on the tip of your nose so that his eyes can find yours when you speak again in a bashful voice, “Punishment’s over.”

Jimin smiles, not even sparing a second of teasing as he mumbles his words against your lips, “Say less.”

[magnumdays]

OTP PROFILE GAME!

rules: answer the questions about your favorite ship (all time or current) then tag other people to do it too!

SHIP AND FANDOM: So I’ve shipped a lot of things in my life but my most constant for the past two years or so is Thomas Magnum x Juliet Higgins from CBS’s Magnum PI. So shockingly, that’s what I’m going with!

MOMENTS:

What were their first impressions of each other?

Juliet: Obnoxious, freeloader who has no money or brains or prospects. 

Magnum: British, stuck up, beautiful, kick ass...annoying her is going to be so much fun. Too bad her dogs are evil. 

A moment you think that both/one of them will remember forever about each other: 

For Magnum, I’d say when Juliet "drowns” in the ep. “Blood in the Water” and he brings her back. I think that moment and what his life would have been if he hadn’t been able to resuscitate her will always haunt him a little. (But that’s just my shippy brain...)

As for Juliet... I think she remembers everything but maybe Magnum telling him _he knows her _when she’s about to go kidnap/ torture/ kill the guy who might have intel on her (dead) fiance’s killer and then talked her down when she was about to kill him.

A moment you think that both/one of them wishes hadn’t happened:

 Weirdly the first thing that comes to mind is Higgy’s face when watching Magnum hold his dead ex. I think because she knew sort of what that felt like (to lose someone you thought was going to be your future - even if Hannah betrayed him long before the start of the series) one of her big regrets might actually be that she/they weren’t able to prevent Hannah’s death. Writing that, it sounds kind a messed up but I think Juliet just wants as little pain as possible for Magnum and that moment was definitively painful for him.

I think Magnum just regrets not asking Higgy to be his partner sooner...

What is Their Moment for you?

_Their Moment _as in the moment I began shipping them or their moment when the characters “knew”? Because I basically shipped them from the pilot. 

As for their most shippy feel-y moment... maybe from the crossover episode. It’s for sure one of my favorites. When Magnum proposes a toast to "us” for having saved the day and she tells him that it’s not a competition and if it was “McGarett wouldn't come close” and he points out that not all office romances fail. The looks and feels in that scene is just off the charts.

Then again, most scenes with them are so IDK, it’s hard to pick one moment!

LIFE QUESTIONS:

Marriage? If yes, who proposes?

Maybe. They both have been engaged to other people pre-series so having them at least get engaged by the end of the series would be the best. I’m hopeful for a proposal in the Ferrari, maybe Magnum has it all planed out and Juliet figures it out and he has to do it on the fly... 

Magnum. It’s canon now.

(Well it was for two episodes).

Children? If yes, if one had to stay home with them, who would do it?

I hope we’d at least one kid this in-show, be it an actual Miggy kid, just some nephew coming to stay or a case related ‘take care of the baby’ one but I’m not sure. Both of them are pretty great with kids so they’d have one at least. As for childcare, I’d think they’d take turns or just recruit Kumu as a nanny so they can go off solving cases and saving the world together.      

Housing? Where do they live together?

I’d love to see Juliet moving into the guest house after much debating on where they should live. It would also be interesting to actually see them get a place outside of Robin’s nest to really call their own. At the same time, who’d give up living in a beautiful mansion for free? 

Pets? Do they get a pet together?

No. I mean, they do have a goat for like five minutes (Ellie, you are missed) but I think they’d just stick with the Lads (even if they occasionally try to snack on Magnum...)

PERSON A & B…

Who would kill/remove the spider and who would leave it under a cup and leave the room?

   I think both of them would be too busy saving their latest client, bickering or just all around not caring to pay attention to the spider. If it got too up and close with Juliet she’d def. take care of it though... 

Who sings all day long and who gets so used to it they don’t even hear it anymore?

I think the singer has to, predictably, be Magnum. Even if we did get Juliet doing a karaoke number... 

Who can cook a gourmet meal for two and who can maybe use the toaster?

Higgy can cook it but would probably never do it. Magnum makes breakfast everyday and with impressive skill (he can use much more than just a toaster, as long as it’s breakfast foods being cooked).

Who wakes up before the sun rises and who would sleep in until 2pm if they didn’t have an alarm?

This one is easy. Juliet is the early bird and Magnum sleeps the day away.

Who is more affectionate/touchy?

I want to say neither and both. But I’m going to say Magnum because... well just because. But I feel like outside/ in public / even among friends, they’d be pretty low on the PDA. They’d both ‘cuddle’ like pros in private though...

Who wears the other’s hoodies/shirts?

OMG now suddenly all I can think of is Juliet in Magnum’s favorite Hawaiian shirt. 

Wait! 

I'll be right back...

Give me just one second...

There we go...

Oh no, why do I suddenly have the need to go write a fic in which this actually is a thing?! Urg. No. I’m just going to put it in one of my WIPs. We’re not starting any new fics this week. Nope. No.

Who said/ will say “I love you” first? 

Maybe a little controversial, I’m going to say Higgins. Because she has more baggage, her actually being the first to say it fits better and would be more satisfying. Also I think they’d be together a good bit before any I <B U are spoken...

[thisisthestoryofanotherus]

It’s Different 

Part 10 of Crash and Burn 

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary:  You and Ashton were never on the best of terms, maybe since you guys were so similar: sarcastic, stubborn, protective and had a true love of art. After a misunderstanding and $200 on the line, you find yourself (fake) dating the campus’ most adored (and drooled after) art student… with friendships at risk and feelings emerging it was only a matter of time until the inevitable crash and burn

A/n: This can be read by itself or part of my Ashton social media au! This is nearly 2000 words but after being gone so long figured I needed to do something to bring this series back to life. And what better way to fix this series than with a long drabble hopefully tying things together? Next part will be up Wednesday! My goal is to have this finished by the end of the year so expect frequent updates! 

Also with this title couldn’t help but this of THIS SONG (and learn more about Jae lol) that I highly recommend! 

 As always lmk what you guys think and thanks for reading! -Lydia

You had never been so out of breath from one flight of stairs, unable to control your heavy breathing as you kicked Lisa’s door as your only means of knocking. One flight of stairs should be nothing (even if you could use more time at the gym, pssshhh like that was going to happen) but going up the stairs with the balancing act of snacks filling your arms made things difficult. Kicking the door one more time, your best friend finally opened her door.

“Would you not kick down my door? Gosh-OH you brought snacks!” Lisa practically screamed. She may act like a bad bitch, but it did not take very much to make her happy. Sometimes you just needed several bags of hot cheetos and some ice cream.

“Do you see any available hands? Move! My arms feel like they’re falling off from walking with all this! You just have to live on the second floor…you just thrive on my misery don’t you?”

She giggled as she held the door open, watching as you threw the various boxes and bags across her kitchen counter. Arms finally free, you collapsed onto the floor trying to catch your breath.

“Ugh I’m gonna die” you exclaimed, stretching your arms out above you.

“So overdramatic” Lisa simply rolled her eyes, organizing the snacks you so oh graciously brought. “So what are we watching?”

“Oh I’m fine with anything” you said, quickly standing and heading over to the couch, making sure to grab a handful of items with you.

                                                 ____________

You were now 6 episodes into the latest Netflix drama and before the next intro is able to start Lisa presses pause.

“WHHHAATTT ARE YOU DOING?!!” You scream. “It was just getting good!”

“We need to talk…” Lisa says, placing the remote on the coffee table and turning face you.

“About what? What is more important than finding out-“

“Y/n….we need to talk about Ashton”

You pressed your lips together and sat up, small remnants of the junk you devoured all night falling down your shirt onto the blanket in your lap. You knew this would come up eventually, just not after a cliffhanger like this. But even that shock factor wasn’t enough to distract your friend’s curiosity. Ashton, of course she wanted to know. Lately things have been…different. It has been nearly a month of your so-called relationship with Ashton. You guys had agreed on two weeks. Two weeks tops of letting the entire campus think you guys were “dating” after he kissed you at that party, saving you from the embarrassment of having your crush all over another girl while you stood there trying not to cry. You thought this might show him what he was missing out on, but the irony is you never even saw (or thought) much of Jae anymore.

Instead your time was spent almost exclusively with Ashton, not that you’d ever admit that. Both of you looking for small excuses to spend more time together. Something needed to be done with the project, studying for class, getting coffee, just wanting to see each other… All leading to hours of just enjoying the others company. The random drives to new restaurants he wanted to try, his dumb jokes, his smile, the way he would stay close, often grabbing your hand, all for show of course until his small touches became something natural… Now, it was weird if he didn’t grab onto your hand or pull you closer, even if you were sitting alone on the couch at his place watching a movie or painting. After the two-week mark, neither of you acknowledged this deadline. As you were approaching three weeks neither of you pulled away or called this off…whatever this was. Because honestly you had no idea. Any outsider believed you guys were the happy couple you pretended to be. In reality you knew this was nothing but pretend, but it felt so real. You almost wished he completely ignored you when he wasn’t forced to put on a show. Maybe then you wouldn’t be lost in this idea that maybe you guys were actually together.

The lines were becoming blurred, more obscure with every moment. Like last night. You didn’t notice the time as you both were crouched over your project, enamored in the painting to notice the sun had long gone down. Ashton refused to let you wander the campus at 4am to get to your place. Said you could just crash in his spare room. You didn’t miss how his hand lingered a little to long against your own as he handed you some clothes. How his bright eyes seemed to be screaming something as he gazed at you…saying something he refused to say aloud, before quickly saying goodnight and leaving the room. How sweet he was the next morning…waking you up with promises of pancakes and waffles from the café down the street.

With moments like this… you had no idea where you stood. How were you going to explain this to even your best friends when you didn’t know yourself?

“What’s going on between you guys y/n?” she asked you. Voice free of judgement, just concern.

“I-…..I don’t know” You sighed, lying back against the couch.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” She asked, placing her hand on you shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything. And I know there’s more going on than what you’re telling me-“

“Honestly Lisa nothing has happened! Without all of this I see him all the time between classes and our project..”

“Y/n you have known him since freshman year… meaning you have had dozens of classes together with him and you never saw him this much. I mean sure there was the whole ‘I hate you Ashton Irwin’ thing but-“

You laughed at this. If someone would have told you a month ago you would be “dating” you long term enemy you would have told them they were on crack. No one, especially you, would have expected the two people who couldn’t even be in the same room as each other without arguing would end up spending nearly every second together. Did you still find him infuriatingly annoying? Of course. BUT you also couldn’t help the feelings you had for him freshman year from slowly creeping yet again into your heart. And that was the most frustrating part of it all. Because just like back then, this was all bound to blow up in your face.

“Look Lisa you’re right. Things are different. Even more so than when he kissed me that night-and before you ask yes it was just the one time. I just don’t know how to explain it…it’s almost like it was back then when he was just there. Always. How I craved his company during the few instances he wasn’t there and just lost myself in him…but now it’s so much more complicated… I don’t know where we stand and I don’t want to know because once I do I know it’s me who’s going to be hurt.”

“Y/n that’s what I was afraid of when you said you were doing this. Last time you guys were this close it ended up with him hooking up with Chelsea and you heartbroken in bed for days. I don’t want to see you go through that again.”

You looked up at your best friend. Really you did not deserve her. Seeing the love and concern in her eyes made you feel the start of tears in your own.

“Give me some credit. I’m much more mature than I was back then…”

“Mmhmm. Says the same person who recommended this be a Disney marathon.” Lisa said, rolling her eyes.

“Hey! You are never too old for Disney movies” you laughed, hitting her shoulder.

“Just be careful ok?” She said giving you a serious look. You nodded and she picked up the remote pressing play once again.

                                              _____________

 You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Wondering who dare disturb you after staying up all night finishing season one of your new favorite show. About to turn the phone off, you found yourself sliding the answer button when you saw the word Ashton flash across your screen.

“Hello?” You said, voice quiet yet obviously laced with sleep as you turned to Lisa making sure she was still asleep.

“Are you still sleeping? You do realize it’s passed noon right? Even if it is Saturday” Ashton said sarcastically. You could nearly see his smirk you’d bet he had on right now.

“Shut up had a late night. What do you want?”

“You and Lisa party hard with them movies or what?” he chuckled. “Are you home? I forgot some of my brushes at your place and I need them.”

“And here I thought you missed my voice. Fine. I’m not home yet though give me a bit-“

“I have to drive over to your place anyway. I’ll pick you up. Give me like 10 minutes.”

“Well okay then…” you said to yourself as you stared at your now blank screen.

Sure enough ten minutes later you were climbing into the passenger seat of Ashton’s car.

“Good morning beautiful” Ashton teased.

“Shut up” You said, hoping your blush didn’t show just how affected you were by those words, even if he was obviously joking. I mean-your hair was a mess, clothes disheveled from sleeping in them and you barely had time to swish some mouth wash in your mouth to appear somewhat human.

Ashton simply chuckled instead of replying as he pulled the car into drive.

As you walked to your apartment you felt the familiar grasp of Ashton’s hand in your own. And when you reached your door, you couldn’t miss the small pout he had when you let go of his hand to search for your keys.

“I meant to take your brushes with me yesterday, even moved them over here…” You said, walking over to your shelf as Ashton locked your door. You crouched down, opening the bottom drawer searching for the bag you put his stuff in. “Ah! Found them!” You exclaimed as you quickly stood up, turning to show the prize in your hands.

However, you did not realize he was behind you, and just how close you turning around made you guys. Maybe it was the surprise of finding him right next to you. Maybe it was your sleep deprived state. Regardless you found yourself unable to move, breath escaping your lungs as you simply just stared up at him. His hazel eyes shining with the same question he had the last time. Your hand against his chest, his against your hip. You both slowly moving closer together, eyes moving from his deep gaze to his lips…

As quickly as it started, whatever trance you found yourself in abruptly ended with the sound of your phone ringing. You both jumped away from each other, surprise in both your expressions.

“I-um…should get that” You said, quickly grabbing your phone off the counter.

“Ya um, thanks for letting me get my things…I have this project...I’ll umm catch you later?” He said, running a hand through his hair and already walking towards the door.

“Sure” you said with a forced smile, answering the call of your best friend who no doubt was mad you left without telling her anything.

He gave you a small wave, closing the door behind him.

You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding as your friend screamed “where the fuck did you go?!”