#i thought at 30 i would no longer care what to wear to a concert

[badger-bear]

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[catsandstrawberries]

Proud of You

Pairing: OT7 BTS x graduating reader PLATONIC! (also could be seen as 8th member)

Summary: Due to the coronavirus, your whole senior year has been destroyed, chewed, and spit out by the universe. You start to get depressed once your robes come, but the boys know just how to make you feel better.

Warnings: The reader kind of gets depressed, Americanized because American graduation and Korean graduation are a little different, like 2 swear words, but nothing else. Lots of fluff!

A/N: This is intended to be for high school seniors but words for college seniors as well, could be a stand alone read or a continuation of Real Family. 

“(Y/N), your package came!" 

I ignored Namjoon’s yell and cuddled back into the multitude of blankets that swaddled me in a large cacoon. 

Quarantine was not faring well with me. 

In retrospect, I had it a lot better than most people. I was surrounded by my seven brothers who I loved unconditionally and didn’t have any issues with food shortages or internet issues, but I wouldn’t be able to graduate. That was hard to come to terms with. After twelve long, hard years working at school, and only to be denied all of my senior privileges, seeing my friends, and the top of the cake, graduation. It honestly sucked. But, instead of facing my feelings, I’ve camped out in my bedroom listening to Lo-fi and pretending as if my mental health wasn’t suffering. 

”(Y/N)!“ I groaned with protest, rolling out of bed with no care about my ragged appearance. My hair stuck up at odd angles, and my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants weren’t the most attractive outfit I’ve worn. I trudged towards Namjoons shouting voice, ignoring the flambergasted look Jin gave me, and Yoongi’s voice shouting at me to take a shower and that I smelled like Hoseoks dirty socks. 

"Oh, you look…” I gave Namjoon an annoyed look, 

“dead to the world? Depressed? Annoyed? Sad?” I finally looked down at the package, a medium-sized box shipped from the school. 

I frowned, a sneaking suspicion about what it was creeping up on me. I picked up the box and carried it to the kitchen island, quickly grabbing a pair of scissors from the closest drawer and cutting open the top of the cardboard. My frown only grew as I spotted the robes and cap inside the box, the robe that I would never wear because my diploma was going to come shipped to me, like a useless piece of paper. 

I ignored the crowd watching me from the sidelines and crawled back to my dark hole of depression, otherwise known as my room. Little did I know the boys were setting a plan into motion before I even shut my door.

Netflix seemed to be my only saving grace. My little kid floaties as I attempted not to drown in the big kid pool. I was just about to finish one of the most important cinematic moments in history, Jane giving birth in the tv show Jane the Virgin. But the show all of a sudden started to buffer, and soon a notification on my computer was telling me the wifi connection failed. Aggravated, I tried to re-type the password only for my computer to tell me it was wrong. I stomped to my door, ready to scream at Jungkook for messing with the wifi only to find the exact boy and Jimin standing in front of my door.  

“Uh, hi?” The two looked very suspicious and both their hands were behind their back as if they were hiding something. 

“Is something wrong?” Jungkook asked, trying to bite back a smile as if he knew he was messing with me. Before I could interrogate him Jimin was elbowing him in the ribs, 

“don’t be a brat, Koo.” Jungkook grumbled, and suddenly Jimin was shoving a cardboard box into my arms, the same cardboard box with my graduation outfit. 

“Wha-" 

"You should try it on.” Jimin pushed, a gleaming look behind his eyes that told me he was planning something. 

“Why-" 

"If you don’t try it on and come show us, then we won’t tell you the new wifi password.” My jaw dropped as Jungkook let a sly smirk cross onto his face. Those sly dogs. I sent a harsh glare to the two of them, 

“fine, but I’m choosing dinner tonight.” Jimin exchanged a glance with Jungkook then ruffled my poor excuse of hair, patting down some of the large knots.  

“You drive a hard bargain, deal.” I couldn’t help but smile at their ridiculous antics but before Jimin could shove me back into my room Jungkook was adding, 

“be sure to brush your hair though, you look like the walking dead." 

The door shut before the hairbrush I threw could hit his head.

——–

The body length mirror in front of me only made me more anxious and sad as I looked over my uniform. The robes weren’t exactly attractive, but they fit, and the sad memories of never being able to walk with my friends or give a speech, fully appreciate the process of graduation only soured my mood. I ran a hand through my freshly brushed hair, I styled it slightly in preparation of being included in a V-live or some other event that showed my face to the public. I wasn’t an idiot, the boys wanted me out of my room, and to look nice so I assumed they would show me off to Army to try and lift my spirits. I didn’t want to do this. A part of me wanted to crawl back into my bed and snuggle under my fluffy blankets, call Jin and tell him that I wasn’t feeling well. They might buy it if I lie and say I’m on my period. Even though I was close with the boys, that was the one thing that always freaked them out, and got them off my back. Just mention blood coming out of their younger sister’s vagina and you’re no longer being teased, a full proof plan. I sighed and leaned against the cool wood of my door, my hand hovering over the metal doorknob. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad idea, just smile and take a few pictures then you can go back to your room, yeah 30 minutes tops, then I’d be out of there. 

With that final boost of confidence, I opened the door only to find Yoongi standing at the end of the hallway, dressed in the fancy blue sweater he only wore to important events. 

"Is this a blue sweater event?” I questioned jokingly, but his gaze was still locked on my outfit, and once I got close enough he fiddled with the tassel on the top of my cap.

“I’m so proud of you.” I snorted at his cheesy words, raising an eyebrow, 

“for what?” He shrugged as if it was no big deal and offered his arm out to me,  

“for being you.”

Yoongi led me into the dark living room, and my eyes barely had a moment to adjust before the lights were blasted on. My own eyes winced at the onslaught of light, but once they adjusted my heart did cartwheels at the sight in front of me. Gold and silver balloons and streamers hung around the room, inflatable letters spelling out graduation hung at the front of the room where Namjoon stood in front of a pedestal, the other boys lined against either side, creating a clear pathway for me. They were all dressed in nice clothes and once I got close enough they each handed me a slip of paper, diploma, written in crayon or colored pencil highlighted at the top of each paper. A personal message below each of them. I couldn’t help but laugh at that, especially after seeing Hoseok misspell graduation in crayon and have to cross it out to rewrite it. Once I was finally in front of Namjoon, he looked at me with one of the proudest and genuine smiles I had ever seen. 

“Wow, (y/n) looks so much better in her graduation robes then you did Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered cheekily and an embarrassingly loud laugh erupted from my chest at his words and the comedic look of betrayal that crossed Jungkooks face. Namjoon cleared his throat and then glared at the two before turning to face me, 

“Dear class of 2020, It is my greatest honor to be your commencement speaker as you head off to do great things in your lives, as you face graduation day, ready to take on a life full of brand new colors, a palette of opportunities and-” Namjoon filtered off and loosed the bow tie around his shoulder before walking around the pedestal and standing in front of me. “(Y/N), I am so proud of you. I can only imagine how hard this must be for you, balancing all the things you do, from school, to work, living with us, I know we aren’t the easiest family-" 

"Excuse you I’m fucking fantastic and (Y/N) appreciates me and our relationship,” Jin spoke up unashamedly, but a grin spread over his face and he was suddenly showing us two thumbs-ups which transferred into hearts. 

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, we just want you to know that we’ve seen how hard you’ve worked and that we will always be here for you. Even after you get your diploma, and face other big events in your life.”

I couldn’t hold back, and my arms were instantly wrapping around Namjoon in a bone-crushing hug, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as Namjoon spoke, 

“congratulations (y/n), you graduated." 

I’ve been through a lot with the boys, a lot of good memories. From concerts to hangouts, to awards, that time Jin got his tonsils out and thought Namjoon was Britney Spears, but this by far was my favorite memory with them. Or at least a close tie to the Britney Spears moment. Before I could wipe away the tears forming in my eyes Hoseok popped a confetti launcher, the loud bang scaring me out of Namjoons arms as Hobi attacked me in a hug. 

"Our strong girl graduated.” He wrapped his arms around me and jumped up and down excitedly, forcing my body to jump with him. 

“Let her go Hyung, I want a hug too.” I jumped into Tae’s arms as soon as Hobi let go of me, and smiled while he gently wiped away the tears trailing down my face. 

“You better be hungry (y/n), because I made every single dish you ever remotely mentioned you liked.” At the mention of food, I suddenly became aware of the onslaught of smells coming from the kitchen, sensations that made my stomach growl in hunger. Jimin pinched my cheek adoringly and I swatted his hand away, 

“I know we said you could pick dinner, but Jin-Hyung really wanted to cook for you-” I cut him off and stood on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek, 

“thank you Jimin, really." 

"Don’t thank Jimin, this was all my idea!” Jungkook shouted from the other room while Jin smacked him for trying to get into the food without the rest of us. 

“Excuse you! This was a joint effort, don’t try and get all the attention.” Yoongi joined in on the shouting while Namjoon sweated, 

“if anything I should get extra credit for giving the speech-" 

"You begged to do the speech!" 

I chuckled while Tae wrapped an arm around my shoulder, 

"Congratulations graduation girl, you deserve it.” Before I could thank him, shouting erupted from the kitchen, while Tae blanked in front of me. 

“Shit, they got into the silly string.”

[vintagedolan]

sweet creature (egd)

ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned

word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: fluff, and then some smut to round it out WOO we goin through it today ladies and gents, harry styles (music) is involved :) 

dedicated to my bruna bby ( @ethanhes​ ) who is so strong and the sweetest girly I know. I love you!!

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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.

Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.

You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.

Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always. 

cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.

:(

why you screenshot

cause you looked cute

send me one back, I miss you

You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.

hey

show me ur face

omg gimme a minute 😂

im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought

DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND

yep. bought three cartons

holy shit I love you

gray says he loves you too 

but I love you more

You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.

what else are you doing today?

idk might lay out by the pool for a while

without me? 😔

you should go shopping

You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.

I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean

not that kind of shopping

fun shopping. like for clothes

The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways. 

do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes

yes

kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card

I hate using your card

It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money. 

I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing

You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself. 

alright alright, fine

But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.

and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress

Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation. 

why a dress?

you’re being sus what’s this about

you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself

Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.

it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!

i’m impatient

omg really? I had no idea 

just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!

love you too!

Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.

You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.

It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust. 

Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range. 

But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?

That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place. 

Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache. 

You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.

But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.

You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.

you look hot as fuck

buy all three

no

yes

they’re expensive

I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all

it’s simple really

ethan

y/n

just tell me which one is your favorite please

if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later

or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house

stop

getting online now 😌

stop it

placing an order 😌 😌

ethan grant

last chance

fine

im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am

ouch, im hurt

are you headed home after you buy them?

well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?

just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?

of course I did.

good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first

You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.

Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader. 

You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest. 

The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house. 

Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up. 

But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs. 

When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.

welcome home baby

omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck

also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car

just come inside

You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.

Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.

Someone was in the house.

You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.

“Boo.”

You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly. 

“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”

“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.

“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?” 

“No, we knocked it out today.”

“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”

His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”

“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.

“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”

“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.

Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different. 

Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.  

He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.

You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.

You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned. 

He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”

What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.

“E-”

“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?” 

Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him. 

“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.

“Love me enough to dance with me?” 

You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.

He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine. 

It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other. 

He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing. 

“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled. 

The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.  

When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.

“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.

“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.

“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.

“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”

“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him. 

“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.” 

The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.

“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.

“Never.” 

And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.

Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them. 

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders. 

His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.

“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you. 

“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips. 

And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.

Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.

You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.

“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair. 

He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.

“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.” 

You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.

It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.

“Tonights about you, not me.”

“But I want to.”

“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.” 

He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.

“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge. 

He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.

“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.

“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers. 

“And I’m the impatient one.” 

He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it. 

“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.” 

He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms. 

“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.

“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside. 

You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.

“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body. 

“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you. 

This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.

He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.

“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.” 

You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.

He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet. 

“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for. 

His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high. 

Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear. 

“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

[themagicalmysticalboy]

Iveneverrequestedanaskbeforesryifimlikeawkward

Anyways can you write a mclennon and theres a thunderstorm or something and the power goes out and one if them gets all scared and clingy to the other and they’re scared and it ends with cuddles? I love your writing btw <33

a/n: ah! thank you so much! hope you like this one too! ended up being a lot longer than i thought it would lol

Going to Kansas City...

Going to Get My Baby Back Home

The last note of Long Tall Sally tore from Paul’s throat and blasted into the exuberant crowd as the concert came to an end. He was smiling like mad as he looked between his bandmates and the people in the stadium. It was strange to not see every seat full but he didn’t care at all. There was too much adrenaline coursing through him to give it a second thought. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he sent a few thank you’s into the mic.

John held his shoulder and waved with him before going towards the speakers so they could prop their instruments up with the other equipment. “Fucking fantastic,” he yelled close to Paul’s ear.

“Aye, Eppy looks satisfied,” Paul yelled back and nodded to just off the stage where their manager stood.

With another smile and a pat on the shoulder, they both broke into a trot to the locker rooms, George and Ringo on their heels. Paul was still waving the whole way until they descended into the tunnel. Cool air hit his face like a blessing from above. They slowed to a slow stride to catch their breath.

Everyone was soaked in sweat and panting. They had every right to be dead tired but the electricity of the performance wasn’t about to wear off. Paul surmised they had a good 30 minutes before they were absolutely dead on their feet.

“Was weird hearing our own music. ‘Bout forgot what we sounded like,” George said as he wiped at his forehead with his sleeve.

“Small crowd and we still got paid out the arse for it. Screw a day off.”

Paul thought a day off still would have been nice. With it raining like it was when they landed, though, there wouldn’t have been much to do. Might as well make some more money. Maybe that’s why the crowd was so small - all that rain and wind kept people from arriving. It didn’t really matter -money wise- if 30,000 or 10 people came, though. The deal was at a set rate and they got paid the same either way.

“Glad to hear it was worth it, John.”

Paul turned on his heels, walking backward, to find Brian trailing behind. “Aren’t you glad we kept saying no? Got us far.”

“We should start refusing things more often,” Ringo chimed in, tapping the air with his drumsticks.

“All fab and gear and whatever,” George came up and grabbed Paul, jumping to put all his weight on Paul’s shoulders before turning him around and pushing him forward.  “but let's get the hell out of these clothes and get some kip.”

There was a general agreement between laughs and jests. They set off to the dressing room while Brian went to ready their ride to the hotel. When they finally found the room in the maze of a stadium, the airconditioning was even better than in the hallways. A fan in the corner hit them as they walked in and sent Paul’s hair on end. He collapsed into a chair at the first opportunity and yanked off his boots, not bothering to unzip them. Taking the boots to the clothes rack, he undressed and hung his outfit up accordingly. When he was happily redressed in a t-shirt and jeans, he looked on at the mess John and George were creating. 

George’s clothes were on the floor, surrounding a chair that managed to not so much as catch a sock. Whereas John’s clothes trailed from the door to the vanity. He was mostly undressed, wearing only unbuttoned pants and a tie, as he searched for his clothes. Paul eyed him indulgently as he moved about the room, feeling something between annoyed and pleased. At least Ringo had made a good faith attempt, clothes messily placed on their hangers with boots sat beside Paul’s.

Paul marched over and untied the tie around his neck. “How did you even manage that?”

“I like to keep a mystery.” John’s eyes were soft and dream-like.

“Save it for later, you two,” George exclaimed and made a fake vomiting sound.

 Rolling his eyes, Paul leaned into John and picked up his discarded suit jacket, revealing John’s pile of plain clothes. “Looking for these?”

John laughed mockingly and snatched up his jumper. He had just pulled the thing on when the lights flickered out. The breath of the building cut out before wheezing back to life and illuminating the room again. John let out a low woah as they all eyed the ceiling.

“Mal blow a fuse unplugging the speaker,” Ringo joked, his gaze still fixed on the lights.

They stood there for a moment longer before going back to getting dressed and lounging. John got himself together and dressed rather quickly. Paul watched him closely but didn’t question him. When George and Ringo took a seat on either side of Paul, John was pacing the floor and tapping his thighs.

“I’m going to look for Brian. He’s taking too long.”

Paul stood. “John,” But he was gone before any protest could be made. “Great. I’ll go and get him.”

George propped his feet up on the table, taking one of Ringo’s drumsticks to spin between his fingers. “He’ll be alright. Maybe he’ll even get Eppy to tell us what’s going on.”

Paul weighed his options and dropped into the seat at the vanity. “Would be nice to know what’s keeping him.” Tapping at the maroon-painted wood, he noticed John’s glasses wrapped up in his tie. Paul held them up, pulling the tie off. “He’s got his contacts in, hasn’t he?”

“Took ‘em out, actually.”

“The git. He’ll never find his way back here if he doesn’t run into Brian.”

“Probably couldn’t find his way back with the specs. They’ll find each other though.”

Ignoring the advice, Paul was half out of his seat when a nerve-rattling bang sent him falling back. His breath hitched in his throat, his muscles tense and pulling against his skin. Ringo and George were just as stunned, leaning forward on the couch. Slowly, as if they might evoke more banging if they made a sound, the three walked to the door. Howling screams echoed outside, becoming more clear as Ringo placed his hand on the knob. When he opened it, a gust of warm and humid wind rushed into the room. The low howling wind whistled up in pitch.

There was a small set of stairs to their left that led to double doors. They were flung apart like unfolded lungs, rushing all its oxygen into the building. Outside, the parking lot was shrouded in a haze of heavy rain that made the street lights radiate a halo’s glow. They, consequently, did nothing in the way of providing actual visibility.

“That’s probably not very good.”

The lights flickered off and on again, making Paul grip the back of Ringo’s shirt. “No. Probably not.” His mind was a racehorse running through a blank expanse.

George pulled him back into the room. “Come on before we get sucked out the door.”

Steadying himself and pulling back the reins on his mind, he pointed to the other two. “I’m going to get John. Stay here in case Brian comes ‘round.”

“Can’t recall a single time when splitting up has been a good idea,” George said with a raised brow.

“Well, John’s already gone and done it. I’ll make it an even split at the least.”

No further argument was made and Paul went into the hall to find a few staff members going towards the open door. They took no notice as he went the opposite way. The once comforting cool of the hallway moved from humid stuffiness to icey cold in a matter of a few steps. He turned at the first opportunity and heard both doors close with a clank. At least that was handled. 

Once he knew he was on the path to where they had originally come into the stadium, he called out, “John! You around?” There was no reply. Down the next corridor, there was another employee sliding a bolt into place at the exit doors. They rushed off, leaving Paul alone. He called out for John again.

“How the hell did I get back here?” John was standing behind Paul, one hand on his head, the other on his lower back. “I went in a circle…”

“These might have helped.” Paul brought over the glasses and slid them on John before grabbing his shoulders. “Better?”

John stuck his tongue out and shook off Paul’s hands.

“Aye, welcome. Now come on. Eppy’s probably this way.” The doors at the far end of the hallway banged against their bolts, rattling from the forceful wind that pushed through the cracks. “Let's pick up the pace, yeah?”

John only nodded, speed walking ahead while Paul struggled to keep up. He was a good 6 feet in the lead when the lights cut.

“Fucking hell.” Paul was getting tired of this finicky electricity.

“Paul?”

“Yeah. Haven’t disappeared.” He might as well have. The dark that blanketed the building was dense and consuming. He had no way to see anything at all.

“Where are you?”

“I’ve got my arms out. Just walk back towards me.” Having the clack of their boot heels would have been nice at the moment. Their sneakers were far too quiet to make out the location by. Regardless, John’s strong grip wrapped Paul’s bicep. “There we- oh-”

John’s arms wrapped underneath Paul’s, pulling them together by the shoulder blades. His head was buried into the crook of Paul’s neck. More banging echoed somewhere in the distance and John held tighter.

“Hey,” he gently rubbed circles over John’s back. “We’re alright, y’know.”

“I don’t like this.” John shook his head against Paul, trembling in his arms. His heartbeat was wild in his chest, thumping against his ribs so forcefully that Paul could feel it too. He had seen John like this before but only a handful of times. It sent Paul’s alarm bells off. “Paul, I can’t- I-”

“Okay… Okay. Let's sit, then.” They parted briefly and Paul led him to a wall so they could slide to the floor. “Come here.” John pressed against him, head on his shoulder and hand in hand.

Without the hum of electricity, the wind completely filled the deafening silence, only interrupted by the bang of doors and distant footsteps from the level above. Though that did let them know other people were somewhere, it gave an already ominous atmosphere that last nudged into horror. Paul might have been scared himself but he couldn’t think of anything other than John’s panicked breathing and shaking hand.

“I’ve got you, okay? We’re not going anywhere, neither of  us.” John didn’t respond. “You need to breathe, love. Take a deep breath for me, please.” They breathed together - slow inhale and even slower exhale - over and over. “That’s good.”

He was shaking less when he fell into Paul. “Shouldn’t there be backup lights?”

Paul chuckled softly. “You’d really think.”

“You think it’s a tornado? Mal said this was part of Tornado Valley… Or was it Alley?”

“Tornado Alley? Only in America, I swear.” His fingers were still tangled in John’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. “They got a state-designated for hurricanes too?”

“Actually, I think they do. Maybe Florida.”

Paul let out a wholehearted laugh. John slowly worked his way into one too. “Can’t wait to be back in England. I’ll take rain and no sun every day over whatever this all is.”

“Yeah…” Another clatter of metal echoed from the dark and John tensed.

Paul gave a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “And we will get back. In one piece too. Storms can’t stick around forever.”

They settled into a mutual silence as the aches of sleep crept into their bones. John ran a hand up and down Paul’s thigh and Paul held his head against his shoulder. They both jolted every now and again but were fairly still for the most part. Any footfall that was above them stopped some time ago. At least that had calmed John’s nerves a bit further. Though Paul found it more frightening now that they were gone - not that he’d dare to voice that. 

He was too tired to be scared anyway. The nonstop concerts and traveling exacerbated the stress of all of this and left him numb. It was safe to be numb now. John felt slack against his shoulder, finally at peace. A weird tranquility slipped through his skin and sunk into his bones. The darkness deepened as his eyes fluttered shut.

“What are you doing on the floor?” A drawled voice drifted into his dream. “Paul.”

He grumbled and opened his eyes, only to be attacked by searing light. He sucked in a pained breath and shielded his eyes to look for the source of the voice. Squinting, he could make out George coming down the hall. He blinked away the sting and stretched a bit. John’s head was on his lap, still fast asleep.

“Morning,” he mumbled on instinct, rubbing any leftover sleep from his eyes. “John, love. Wake up.”

“Come on before someone sees you both all snuggled up like.”

John copied Paul’s wake routine down to the “Morning.”

 “Yeah, yeah. Morning, morning.”

After some much-needed stretching, George hauled John to his feet though it was more for show than actual help. Paul followed, leaning on the wall as pins pricked at his sleeping legs. “How long have we been gone.”

George was taking the lead. He turned his head back to say, “Well, it’s past midnight. They just got the power on not even 15 minutes ago. I’d say you’ve been missing for three hours.”

Both men only grunted a response, swaying sleepily as they walked.

“Wish it was longer,” John groaned.

“Aye. I’m still wiped.”

“The storms passed enough to get to the hotel. Both of you can get back to your snuggling soon.”

A smile twitched at Paul’s lips. “Good.”

[kpopmultifan127]

The Jealous CEO

Pairings: Kun (boss who is the CEO) x female reader (appearance from Jaehyun and Renjun)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Contains: Sex, jealousy, drinking

Word count: 5,492 *Sorry I didn’t proof read so if there’s a bunch of mistakes my bad haha*

General Plot: You were Kun’s assistant, he kept throwing mix signals to you like taking you to all his company parties and introducing you as his girlfriend, he takes you out to dinner and drinks with you. But in the office you’re just another employee, confusing your feelings. You end up forming strong feelings for him but always kept it to yourself as you didn’t want things to become awkward around the office. He then gets jealous when he sees you with one of the idols that is signed under his company. How will things turn out for you and Kun?

[7:00 AM] Your alarm went off to start your day. You got up to get ready for work. You put on your pencil skirt with your matching blazer and your white button down shirt. You felt cute but still looked sophisticated for work. You loved your job, you worked for a music company. Your coworker were super chill, you were all on the same page most of the time so there really was not too much drama there. Not to mention the pay was amazing! Also you had a boss anyone would dream of. He took care of his employees, always said family before work. He rarely ever got mad either. You had some time before you started work so you headed over to the coffee shop near the office.

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[8:00 am]  8 AM on the dot in comes walking in your boss Kun. He was NEVER late always on time not a minute before or a min after. As he passed your desk you stood up with your folder in your hand with the agenda for the day. Following him into his office.

Kun: do i have any meetings today?

y/n: yes you do sir. At 9:30 you have a meeting with the Dreamies’ manager to discuss final details about their concert in a few months. Then at 12:30 you have a zoom meeting with the reps from the China office on new rookies that just got signed. But other than that I just need you to sign a few of these papers and that’s it for us.

you walked over to his side of the desk standing next to him. You leaned over the desk placing the papers he needed to sign allowing him to get a whiff of your perfume. As he was signing the papers he spoke up.

Kun: you smell really nice today. Is that a new perfume, that doesn’t smell like the ones you usually wear.

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the compliment. He took notice that you’ve changed your perfume. You can feel your cheeks become a warm rosy color.

y/n: oh--ye-yeah. I got it yesterday.

Kun: it matches you well

y/n: thank you.

Kun: well off to my meetings, I shall see you later.

And off he went to his meetings. Working there always made your days go by so fast. As it was already 5 PM the normal time you would finish. But you decided to stay a little bit longer to finish up the final details of the Dreamies’ concert layout. You wanted to make sure it was perfect before giving it back to the manager to show the boys. You knew the office was empty, you sat at your desk with the only light coming from your computer. You realized it was already 7 PM.

y/n: oh my god...it’s 7 I better go.

You started to pack up your things turning off your computer. You were startled at the sound of someone calling your name.

Kun: y/n?

y/n: oh my god! you scared me!

Kun: oh my god I’m so sorry...

y/n: I thought the office was empty....it was my fault I let my guard down. What are you doing here so late sir?

Kun: i should be asking you the same question.

y/n: oh I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the Dreamies’ concert so I stayed back.

Kun: ah I see. so um..

it got quiet and awkward. You were about to break the silence when he started talking first.

Kun: so did you eat yet?

y/n: oh no...I’m probably just going to pick up something from the convenience store.

Kun: am I not paying you good enough for you to eat a decent meal?

you stood there waving your hands while shaking your head “no”

y/n: oh my god oh no! you pay me well enough....too much I think. but I don’t really have time to cook at home, when I get home from work I clean and by the time I’m done I’m too lazy too cook.

Kun: let me take you out to dinner...

y/n: oh no sir please..I can’t

Kun: please let me..I think I’d sleep better if I knew you ate an actual warm meal.

you were still hesitant to accept the offer, but you knew if you didn’t accept it hell keep buggin you. But before you can answer a loud growling noise came from your stomach. He looked at your stomach letting out a little giggle.

Kun: ok great well you defiantly can’t say no! let’s go.

y/n: where we going?

Kun: one of my favorite bbq places.

you both left the office walking over to his car. He opened the door for you as you sat in his passenger seat. As he drove off the car ride wasn’t awkward at all, it was filled with laughter. You never seen this side of him, it made your heart flutter again.

y/n: where is this bbq place?

Kun: it’s near my apartment building.

As you guys got to the bbq restaurant he parked the car and walked over to your side of the door letting you out. You both walked through the doors of the restaurant as it was already filled with many people. The waiter escorts you both to the table near the back.

Waiter: ah hello again Kun,  I see this time you aren’t alone..

Kun: oh--um yeah this is y/n.

As he sat down taking off his suit jacket to get more comfortable.

y/n: hello nice to meet you

Waiter: nice to meet you as well. Shall I bring your usual order but doubled?

Kun: yes please.

Waiter: ok I will be right back.

The waiter walks away leaving just the 2 of you at the table.

y/n: you come here often?

Kun: yeah...I always came here ever since I was a kid. My parents took me here all the time because I was always hungry.

you let out a little giggle at his words.

y/n: well you were just a kid, so you’re always hungry.

Your food came and he began cooking all the meat cutting it into little pieces and placing them on your plate.

Kun: eat a lot please

y/n: you should too.

As you both were eating you were conversing so much. You liked this side of him, it wasn’t about work or anything....just filled with laughs. He told you about some of his funny childhood memories as you did too. The waiter came to refill your waters and placing down a soju bottle.

Kun: oh I didn’t order this.

Waiter: boss said it’s on the house for his favorite customer.

Making eye contact with the manager and smiling as a thank you for the free drink.

Kun: would you like a drink?

y/n:...oh no...I’m really lightweight I don’t handle alcohol very well.

Kun: when was the last time you drank?

y/n: a few months ago when I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend...

Kun:...oh I’m sorry to hear.

y/n: it’s ok...things happen for a reason...I wouldn’t have found this job if that never happened, so I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. 

Kun: Well I don’t want to pressure you into drinking, but maybe you should just have one drink

You thought about it, you were with company you enjoyed, and it was only one drink. Plus you didn’t work on weekends so it was fine for you to just relax.

Y/n: I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Kun: don’t worry I can drive you home.

You took the shot as your face scrunched up tasting how strong the alcohol was. He couldn’t help but smile.

y/n:...what?

Kun: nothing....that was cute.

You both kept talking about random things as you took another drink...then another then another...feeling a very strong buzz. Letting out slurred words.

y/n: I like working for you sir...

kun: we aren’t at work y/n you can just call me Kun.

you let out a giggle...

y/n: haha--ku...kun...I like that name.

kun: are you ok y/n?

You both finished eating and was completely full. You stood up then stumbling with each step. Kun caught you..

Kun: woah..are ok y/n? Let’s get you out of here.

He had his arms around your waist throwing your hand over his shoulders. He puts you in his passenger seat. You had a real good buzz going. When he got into the driver seat he asked where you lived. But you were too drunk to even let out an address.

Kun: um...well I guess I can just take you back to my place.

He drove off going to his apartment. There was one thing you forgot to mention to him that when you drank you always were horny. When he was driving you kept glancing at him shifting your legs together. He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up, hair pushed back and driving with one hand. He looked over to you with a smile and let out a little giggle.

Kun: you weren’t kidding y/n...you really are lightweight. You only had like 4 shots.

y/n: mmhhmm...I told you.

You kept shifting your legs back and forth as you started to feel a pool pour between your legs. He took notice at how you kept shifting yourself.

Kun:...are you ok y/n? are you uncomfortable?

y/n: just a little.

You both finally arrived to his apartment building. He came over to your door helping you out of the car. He pulled you in holding you with his arm around your waist, allowing you to get a whiff of his cologned you loved. You felt yourself melt more down to your core.

Kun: ok we are almost there. little steps.

Only a few minutes passed but felt like forever. You are finally inside Kun’s apartment. He walks you over to the couch.

Kun: here stay here and I’ll get you some water.

Your buzz was still pretty strong but you were a little more coherent but still horny as hell. With him around you looking the way he is wasn’t helping. He hands you the water for you to drink. You sat there quietly as he sat next to you.

y/n: thanks...

Kun: you’re welcome.

You kept shifting your legs again and he took notice...

Kun: are you sure you’re ok?

y/n: can I use your bathroom.

Kun: oh--yeah it’s the 2nd door on the left. Did you need help getting there?

y/n: oh no I’ll be fine.

You were walking to the bathroom as you can feel the wetness on ur core. You arrived to the bathroom.

y/n: oh my god y/n what the fuck are you thinking? he’s your boss....you can’t think like that about him.

a few mins have gone by and you heard a knock on the door.

Kun: y/n are you ok?

y/n: oh-ye-yeah I’ll be right out.

you splashed some water on your face and opened the door with him standing there..before you knew it you jumped at him putting your lips on his. kissing him then realizing who you were kiss you pulled back.

y/n: oh-oh my god I’m so sor--

Before you finished apologizing his lips met yours again. This time the kissing was more passionate as he picked you up holding you up with your legs. He carried you to his room throwing you on his bed. He hovered over you kissing your neck, then your jaw and you felt his hang work his way up your skirt...In your mind you couldn’t believe this was happening. His touch felt so good, he took care of you. Took his time with you. You heard him whisper in your ear

Kun: if i knew you wanted me this bad I would’ve skipped dinner and went straight for dessert..

you let out a little moan as you felt his fingers rub your clit.

Kun: damn babe you’re so wet and I barely touched you...

y/n: i want you in me now..

Kun: mmm...and you’re so needy.

He pulls back pulling down your panties and he starts to undress himself..you felt yourself become more and more wet seeing him in front of you.

kun: like what you see hun?

you sat there biting your bottom lip staring at him.

Kun: with that look I take it as a yes.

He gets in between your legs again as he teases your clit by rubbing the tip of his cock on it. You moan at his touch..

y/n:...please Kun fuck me now.

He inserts his member into you as you both let out a loud moan of pleasure. It felt so good as he thrusted in and out.

Kun: damn y/n you’re so tight.

His thrusting got rougher and faster, feeling you clench around his cock made him quiver as he could feel his high approaching soon.

Kun: damn babe keep doing that and I’m gonna cum pretty soon...where do you want it?

y/n: i want you to cum inside me..

Kun: mmmhhmm oh yeah? are you gonna make a mess with our cum?

y/n: yes...I’m gonna cum soon...OH MY GOD---

before you knew it you reached your high the same time as his, as you felt his spurts hit your walls. Your back is arched and everything felt so good as you both finished your high. He rests himself on you as he gets soft with himself still in you letting some of your juices drip out. When he finally pulls out he heads over to the bathroom to grab a towel. Coming out with it wrapped around his waist. He sees you laying there still catching your breath from the sex. He lets out a smile bringing you a towel.

Kun: did you want to shower? I can give you some clothes.

You sat up on the bed using the sheets to cover yourself up as you started to turn red.

Kun: what’s wrong babe?

y/n: sorry that happened.

Kun: well I’m not..

you froze at his words....you honestly thought he’d be mad that you jumped at him. He was your boss. He walked over to you standing in between your legs as he pulls your chin up to look at him. 

Kun: i’m not gonna lie sweetheart that was a surprised but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t like it.

You slowly let out a smile show.

Kun: i just love your smile.

He places a kiss on your forehead and helps you up. handing you the towel.

Kun: Go shower babe and I’ll clean up here...you wanna spend the night?

You shyly shook your head yes as you left to go shower. When you came out wearing his hoodie and sweats he looked at you with a smile as his clothes were a little too big on you and you had sweater paws.

Kun: damn you’re so adorable.

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[8:00 am] You were woken up by the dim light of the sun rising. You flipped back over to see Kun still sound asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist. You kissed him on the forehead as he moved at the touch of you and waking up.

y/n: sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up....

As he mumbles making a clear view of you

Kun: wow..

y/n:...wh-what? I know I’m sorry I look scary in the morning!

He lets out a giggle

Kun: no you look so cute right now. Where are you going?

y/n: I have to head home and change.....

Kun: why you don’t work today...why don’t you just stay here with me?

and he pulls you back into bed with him kissing your neck. He got up into the kitchen and started gathering ingredients.

y/n: what are you doing?

Kun: I’m making us breakfast....

You sat there watching him cook, that was a whole new side of him you never saw. He looked so handsome cooking for you both, you ate and cleaned up the kitchen together. You got dressed and he took you back to your place.

_____

A few weeks gone by and you guys had so much lust between you two. You were always at his place, sex every time with him was amazing. He finishes and pulls out of you laying next to you both panting. Staring at the ceiling.

Kun: what are you doing tomorrow night?

y/n: nothing why?

Kun: I have this party to go to can you come with me?

y/n: like as in a date?

Kun: yeah why not? it’ll be fun.

Once you agreed to it you had no idea what to wear. You went shopping and found a black form fitting dress and some heels to go with it.

____

[9:00 PM] It was the night of the party he came and picked you up. When you got in the car he sat there staring at you.

y/n: what? do I look funny?

Kun: no you look amazing....

You arrived at the party. Walking in with your arm linked around his. When you walked into the room it was filled with a lot of people. One of his colleges Jaehyun approached him reaching out for a handshake.

Jaehyun: hey man, long time no see...you never come to these things.

Kun: ah yeah I know.

Jaehyun: and who is this?

Kun: oh sorry! this is my girlfriend y/n.

You stood there frozen because did you hear him right? He said you were his girlfriend? You both fooled around a lot and went on dates but he never officially said you were a thing. To be honest you loved hearing it, as you smiled and reached for Jaehyun’s hand for a shake. You had fun at the party talking to his friends and he kept smiling at you seeing how much fun you had and his friends loved you. 

After the party he took you home because you had to help out your sister with some stuff the next day. He kissed you on the cheek as he let you out of his car watching you walk into your apartment building to make sure you got there safely.

_____

[8:00 AM] Monday morning 8 AM on the dot, in comes Kun. As your daily routine is to follow him to his office. You closed the door behind him walking over to his desk as you leaned in for a kiss he interrupts you.

Kun: what’s my agenda for today?

you stood up backing away from his desk as you were embarrassed with the movement you just did.

y/n: oh um. yeah sorry you have a 10 AM with the Dreamies and their manager to finalize everything for their concert. And then a 12 PM you are having lunch with your dad. And a 2 PM meeting with the music engineer about the new music for Hyunjin’s comeback. Ryujin from Human Resources needs you to sign these papers as well and to email them back to her whenever you are done with them.

You leaned forward placing the papers on his desk. You backed up after placing them standing there awkwardly. He looks up at you..

Kun: is there something you needed?

y/n: oh um...no. I’ll see you later sir...

You turned your feet and headed towards the door. Your heart was racing, but not in the way it usually does when you were around him. It felt hurtful for some reason. Why was he being cold to you all of a sudden. 

_____

[5:00 PM]  it was time to clock out. you peaked inside Kun’s office to see him packing up his stuff. You quietly approached him.

y/n: hey....are you headed home?

Kun: no I’m meeting up with Jaehyun to have a few drinks...why?

y/n: oh...no nothing. well have fun..

He didn’t even say another word to you and just walked out of the office. You were extremely confused with his actions today. The passed few weeks you were all over each other, and on Friday at the party he even introduced you to his colleges as his girlfriend. So what happened? Did you do something wrong? Or was it just a fling and he wanted something new. It made you upset.

When you got home you laid on your bed wondering what you possibly could have done to make him be this cold to you. He told you how much his friends adored you, so it couldn’t have been something you’ve said to his friends. It bothered you the whole night not letting you get a good nights rest.

You never really got much sleep last night because you couldn’t stop thinking about Kun and his cold attitude towards you. You didn’t have time to get coffee so your tiredness really came in the clutch. Plus with the Dreamies’ concert coming up you had to help prepare so much stuff, so work piled up.

____

[8:00 AM]  Kun comes in as you quickly followed. You had your hair up in a messy ponytail as you didn’t have time to wash it, your blazer wasn’t on like it usually is and you had a really bad headache. When you got into Kun’s office he sat at his desk.

Kun: what meetings do--woah what’s wrong with you?

He looks at you up and down as he sees your messy hair and messy papers you were hugging.

y/n: sorry sir...I didn’t get much sleep last night.

You never gave him a reason why you had lack of sleep as you just began reading his agenda.

kun:...y/n go home....

y/n: excuse me sir?

kun: you don’t look like you’re in your right mind right now...go home and rest.

His words kind of hurt you as he never knew the real reason to why you had lack of sleep.

y/n: but sir i--

kun: GO!

you turned around and walked out of his office going to your desk. placing your head on your arms. whispering to yourself “what is going on?” but then came back to reality when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder making you jump up.

y/n: OH MY GOD! why is everyone scaring--oh Renjun HI!

Renjun was one of the Dreamie members but best friend’s with your little brother Yangyang.

Renjun: noona are you ok? you look like crap.

y/n: long story...what are you doing down here?

Renjun: oh yeah...manager hyung wanted to know if you finished the stage layout?

y/n: oh yeah its right here.

you scrambled your desk finding the folder with all the paper for the stage layout. You were talking and laughing with Renjun as you handed him the paper. You didn’t really get to see too much of Renjun as because he was preparing for their concert. So this lil moment felt good to talk to someone who wasn’t telling you what to do.

Renjun: Yangyang said he was gonna come over to our dorm to hangout later, you should come.

You looked behind you to see Kun in his office staring at his computer. You wanted to be with him, but the way he was acting it seemed like he didn’t want you around.

y/n: oh sure yeah I’ll come stop by for a little bit. because apparently I now have the rest of the day off...

Renjun smiled and gave. you a hug as he went back to practice. What you didn’t know was Kun was really watching you both at the same time making him mad. He made eye contact with you for a brief second as he stared back at his computer.

As you were packing up your things you hear Kun yell for you from his office. So you quickly walked over. Walking in slowly with your head slightly down.

y/n: ye--yes sir?

Kun: I need you to look over these lyrics to make sure they sound right.

y/n: but-sir you told me to go home.

kun: well now I’m telling you to do this.

You just couldn’t understand what his problem was but you knew you couldn’t yell at him as he was your boss. You held in your tongue and did what you were told. When you were at your desk your phone buzzed.

{7:30 PM From: My Lil’ Yangyang} - Noona where are you? Renjun said you was gonna come over their dorm and hang out. He said you had the rest of the day off?

{7:32 PM To: My Lil’ Yangyang} - yeah I did, but the boss need me to do something last min. I’m sorry I’ll try to make it over there as soon as possible.

You looked over the lyrics as you were told to. You slowly were dozing off as it was already 10 PM. Kun quietly walked over to you seeing you sleep so peacefully resting your head on your hand. Slowly rocking your head trying to stay balanced. He couldn’t help but smile and giggle. As you fell off your hand waking up, seeing Kun standing in front of your desk. You jump up.

y/n: oh my god I’m sorry sir...I just--

Kun: if you’re done with looking over the lyrics you can go now.

He smiled at you then giggled again.

y/n: why are you laughing?

He then pointed to your hair as you felt a post it note stuck to it. You pull it out and throw it in the trash. Your phone lit up from a phone call from Renjun. Kun’s smile went away instantly at the sight of the caller ID “My lil Renjunie”

Kun: you gonna answer that?

y/n: oh- um..yeah. 

You pick up the phone.

y/n: hey Renjunnie...sorry I’m not able to make it right now to the dorms...

Renjun: are you coming over? your brother is drunk again.

y/n: oh my god not again.

You saw Kun walk back to his office without saying a word, but somehow his figure looked upset.

y/n: hey Renjun let me call you back. If anything happens just leave him there and I’ll come grab him after.

You hung up the phone and walked over to the office. It’s already 10:30 PM at night and you wanted to go home. But when you got to Kun’s office he had papers scattered all over his desk. You then slowly approach him.

y/n: sir...are you not going home?

kun:...no. I have a lot of work to do. Don’t you have somewhere to be?

y/n: no...

Kun: then who was that?

y/n: oh that was Renjun, one of the Dreamie members

Kun: well you seem pretty close with him then.

You could feel his coldness attitude come out as you stood there.

y/n: well yeah he’s my little brother’s best friend. He’s like my little brother too...I told you that before.

A small smile started to form on his face...but you couldn’t see because his head was facing the papers.

Kun: ah I see.

y/n:...well..um. I’m gonna head out sir...Have a goodnight.

As you slowly started to walk out he spoke.

Kun: did you want to get something to eat?

You were confused as his attitude changed AGAIN. Now he’s being nice to you again.

y/n: huh?

Kun: did you want to get something to eat? 

You couldn’t help but scratch the back of your head as you were extremely confused. This week he’s been cold to you and now he wants to have dinner with you. You couldn’t take it anymore you had to say what you were feeling.

y/n: sir I don’t know what I did wrong to you, and what ever it was I’m sorry. Last week when we were at the party you introduced me as your girlfriend, I’m not gonna lie that felt great. And I had a lot of fun with you over these passed few weeks, they were great. But what I don’t understand is why were you suddenly cold towards me, did I do something wrong? And now you’re being nice to me again buying me dinner.

It got quiet after you spoke your words. Hoping he would tell you what’s going on. You weren’t sure if you  wanted to just leave or stand there until he said something. After a few minutes he finally spoke up.

Kun: I like you a lot y/n. The passed few weeks were amazing for me too. 

y/n: then what happened?

Kun: When I introduced you as my girlfriend it just came out. I know I didn’t ask you officially to be my girlfriend, but I had so much fun with you that it just naturally came out. I wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way, and you only agreed to it so you I wouldn’t be embarrassed. Then when I saw you with Renjun I thought you guys had a thing.

y/n: eww oh my god Renjun is like my little brother....

Kun: I know that now....

y/n: but why were you so cold to me after....

Kun: I didn’t want you to think you had to be my girlfriend all the time. I didn’t know if you felt the same way as I did...that’s why I was being so cold to you. But it really hurt me to do that to you, because I could see the sadness in your eyes...and I knew your lack of sleep was because of me. And I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry for not just telling you how I felt.

You walked over to him grabbing his hands as he stared at the floor. You tilted your head to look at him.

y/n: I thought you knew how I felt about you the first night you brought me to your place. I knew I was drunk but my feelings were real. You are an amazing person Kun, at work and even more outside of work. That day you introduced me to your friends as your girlfriend, my heart fluttered so much. I felt so much warmth. I started to have feelings for you when you noticed the small things I’ve done. To my new hair, how I had little accessories in my hair up to the knowing the new perfume I bought. My ex wouldn’t even bat and eye....You made me feel like I was someone.

He pulled you into his arms squeezing you tight as you stood between his legs. Kun reached up to give you a kiss, his soft lips you loved so much. Your heart fluttered again with him holding you in his arms. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest. He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss again. When you both pulled away you can see expression become dark and hungry for something. He whispers in your ear...

Kun: wanna do it in my office baby?

Before you could nod “yes” his hand was already working his way up your thigh, making you release a moan. As you lean into his ear...

y/n: I’m already wet for you babe.

He then forcibly picks you up placing you on his desk as he starts to unbuckle his pants then pulling it down to let his hard member release. Pulling your panties to the side as he enters you without any prep.

y/n: oh yes...Kun right there...oh my god.

Kun: oh you feel so damn good. I’m glad I can fuck this any time..

y/n: anytime any where baby. I’m all yours. 

Thrusting himself in and out of you felt so good. Sweat dripping down from the both of you

Kun: baby I’m gonna make a mess in you like always...

Kissing your neck giving it little bit marks to show you belong to someone.

y/n: yes babe please...fill me up plea---OH MY GO BABY I’M GONNA CUM!

Kun: cum for me baby, I’m about to cum--oh my god!

you both reach our high for the first time in awhile since you officially became an item. He stays in you for a little bit before pulling out. Kun looks at you wiping away the sweat from your forehead and his. Placing a kiss right on your nose then forehead as he finally pulls out. Cleaning you both up with the tissues he had on his desk. You both got dressed. When you bent down to pick up your top you felt him wrap his arms around you. Turning you around to face him.

Kun: that was hot baby...

y/n: mmhmm...

He pulled you back in for a hug as you hugged him back, you can feel and hear his heart beat fast against your ear. 

Kun: wanna get food?

y/n: bbq?

Kun: that sounds perfect...let’s go

y/n: um...Kun?

Kun: yes baby?

y/n: can I get dressed first?

you both let out a giggle as he hands you your top to put back on. Placing one last kiss on your forehead and then on your nose. You then both went to the bbq place near Kun’s house as it was now your favorite place to go with him.

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright: Baby, Please

Previous: Beacon in the Night

          Jungkook stares out the window of his bedroom, snow falling lightly, the only sound, his breath, slowly in and out. His phone, volume on, twirling absently between his fingers. In the distance, he can hear the other members laughing and yelling, their conversation and dinner prep echoing. The Yoongi’s space is attempting to be filled with their joy, as if laughing twice as hard would make up for his absence. Jungkook knows soon he’ll have to go out, pretend to be fine with the situation, and eat dinner. He’ll play make believe for as long as he can, but somewhere between dinner and the first movie or round of whatever game his hyungs force him to pick, Jungkook’s mind will slip.

           As he slips, his five hyungs will turn to the only thing that loosens him up, making his sadness bite a little bit less… Christmas Karaoke. They’ll queue the tracks, mixing in group songs with power ballads, a few hip hop and R&B tunes to balance the candy-coated sugar coma of the season, and for an hour or two, Jungkook won’t be swallowed in despair. But then, your favorite song will play, an accident, they didn’t know, and you will be the only thing on his mind. The tears will flow, mixing with whatever alcoholic beverage he’s consuming, and Jungkook will disappear into his bedroom, try not to call you, and force himself into an empty slumber.

           Instead, he’s staying on his bed, watching the snow fall in increasingly larger flakes, flurries swirling and sticking softly to the ground, building upon one another to form snowbanks.

           It’s in the middle of his reverie that his phone rings, your photo popping up.

           “Honey,” He says softly, doe eyes staring into yours.

           “Hi,” You sigh, his voice always feels like a warm embrace. It’s familiar and kind, steadfast in its ability to sooth you.

           “You look beautiful,” He smiles, eyes not crinkling at the edges.

           “Thanks, you look ethereal as always,” You smile, faltering as yours refuses to reach past your cheek bones.

           “Ethereal?” His expression is quizzical.

           “Yeah, I feel like it typically describes Jimin, but that hazy snow filter you’ve got going is just making you look so… heavenly,” You shrug.

           “You’re making me blush,” Jungkook’s smile moves closer to his wide eyes, nearly reaching as his cheeks turn a soft shade of crimson.

           “What are you up to?” You ask.

           “Sitting, feeling pathetic,” He says, the hint of a smile disappearing completely. You watch as his expression completely falls.

           “Kook,” You say, sympathetic to his pain.

           “I’m trying not to be so, sad, but it’s too hard,” He runs a hand through his hair, tussling the locks to one side, his undercut on full display.

           “I’m trying too, it just fucking sucks,” You say, instinctively adjusting your ponytail.

           “We had a plan, you know? We had a plan, we had arrangements, we had so much fun last year, and I was just so excited to share this Christmas with you, here,” His words are tumbling out of him, succinctly and organized.

           “I was looking forward to it... I bought a new hat,” You offer.

           “Oh?” He asks, happy for any sliver of joy.

           “Yeah, let me get it,” You stood up quickly, showing Jungkook your mid drift and legging clad legs as you moved through your bedroom to find your new beanie.

           “Aye, what are you wearing?” He asks, staring at the space your face was just in.

           “What? It’s a long sleeve cropped athletic shirt thing,” You answer, eyes narrowing. “Why?”

           “You look so sexy,” He says, a smirk on his lips, lust flickering in his eyes.

           “Jungkook,” You gasp.

           “Y/N,” He says eyebrow cocking.

           “Isn’t my new beanie cute?” You deflect the rising tension by placing your new cashmere beanie on your head. You bobble, showing the plush toggle on top.

           “It’s very cute,” Jungkook laughs.

           “I sent a few things to you,” You say, taking your hat off and sitting back down. “And by a few, I mean two boxes…”

           “Two boxes? How big are these boxes?” Laughter was in his voice as he waits for your response.

           “They’re standard, Jungkook,” You’re a little embarrassed by the amount of humor he’s finding in this admission of your Christmas splurge.

           “Standard? Oh my god, they’re huge!” Jungkook can’t stop laughing.

           “I got carried away, okay?” Your tone is defensive and chaste, a blush in your cheeks.

           “What’s in them?” He asks, the crinkles in his eyes present as his bunny teeth part to laugh again.

           “Goodies,” You say, trying to hide your smile by glaring at him.

           “Mm, what kind of goodies?” Jungkook settles down, taking a deep breath to tuck his laughs away.  

           “Get your mind out of the gutter, Jungkook,” You respond, faux shock laced in your words.

           Jungkook rolls his eyes at your gentle scolding.

           “What’s in the boxes?” He asks again.

           “Well, something for your hyungs,” You tell him.

           “You didn’t have to,” He’s always amazed by your generosity.

           “I know, I wanted to. It’s nothing big... I don’t know if they’ll even like it. They’re all wrapped, with their names on them. And I sent a few gifts for you, one from my aunts, one from my mom, and a few from me,” You rattle off the list, which seems far longer than Jungkook thought it would be.

           “You didn’t have to get me anything,” He says, a soft smile on his lips.

           “Jungkook, it’s Christmas,” You remind him.

           “I know, but they’re just items,” His words are delicate, he knows how you feel about the holiday.

           “I put a lot of thought into them okay?” Your annoyance is clear in the way your lips punctuate okay.

           “Hey, you know I’ll love them,” His eyes are trained on you, watching as you soften.

           “And you know, some cookies that will probably be smashed or stale… and a few, other items,” You shrug, a flirtatious look in your eyes.

           “Other items?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows, smirk on his lips. Had you sent him what he hoped for?

           “Mm, oh and something for your parents and Jung-Hyun.” You nod, signally the end of your list.

           “Jagi, you’re too sweet.”        

           “I know, my thoughtfulness is unparalleled,” You shrug at the compliment.

           “As is your humility,” He chuckles.

           “You love it,” You smirk.

           “I sent you something too,” Jungkook says, leaning back against his headboard.

           “Oh?” You’re not entirely surprised, but Jungkook has a way of getting you the perfect thing that you’d never in a million years pick for yourself. Your favorite cashmere sweater, the Chanel purse you vowed to yourself you’d buy when you made any money (which frankly, you never did), your favorite winter coat, a ring with gems from your birth months, a 14k white gold necklace with his initials, a tribute you were sure was tacky, but always made you feel closer to him… a photo album filled with your most precious memories… The year he created an entire journal full of art, poems, lyrics, that reminded him of you… You wanted for nothing, and Jungkook gave you everything.

           “Yes, it should be there soon,” Jungkook’s smile begins to falter.

           “Mine will be too,” You look down, picking at the piece of paper sat on your desk.

           “You’re not going to surprise me and send you know, yourself?” He whispers, knowing the answer.

           “No, I’m not shipping myself to you,” Your voice is hollow, eyes still downcast.

           “But can you?” His voice is small, fragile, weak.

           “Honey,” You sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t keep having this conversation, it hurts too much. It’s just one holiday. We spent decades without each other, can’t we make it through this?”

           “It’s been months, Y/N. I’ve tried holding back the tears, I’ve tried to sing and deck the halls with everyone, but it doesn’t feel like Christmas. I miss you in my bones,” Jungkook’s free hand clutches his chest, his eyelids becoming heavy as the tears start to form.

           “I feel it too… We’ve never gone this long without seeing each other,” You admit.

          The isolation of being apart from your lover for nearly a year… a year of fear, of anxiety, of sleepless nights and terrors as the world became overwhelmed by a pandemic, and the states were thrust into another round of Black Lives Matter protests coupled with an election that could be deemed as one of, if not the most, important election on American soil. All you wanted was Jungkook. His presence, ever calming, his joy, always contagious, was what your soul craved. You spent hours on video calls and phone calls, which often devolved into video sex, any form of intimacy you could muster to tie you to one another. The promotional work of BE, paired with the success of Dynamite and their Bang Bang Con and ONE concerts, Jungkook had zero ability to even try and find his way to you, or to chart a course for you to find him.

          It wasn’t fucking possible. He knew it, you knew it, and few things had been as devastating as realizing you were going an indefinite amount of time without each other.

           “Who am I going to kiss at midnight? Jimin?” Jungkook scoffs.

           “You’re performing, there’ll be so-

           “No, it won’t be you. I’m not kissing anyone except for you and our children,” Jungkook’s remark is flippant, a call back to a conversation you’d had months ago, wherein he asked where you thought your lives were headed.

           “Jungkook!” You say, eyes wide. You’d vowed to put talk of babies or marriage on the back burner until he had an idea of when he would do military service, before 30 or after. You hadn’t caught baby fever, but with Jungkook you knew it would hit and hit hard.

           “I didn’t know I would hurt this much, if I did, fuck, I would’ve flown you out sooner or come to you-

           “Jungkook you couldn’t have come to me, and there’s no way the government would’ve let me in.” Your tone is stern, moving quickly towards your limit of heartache.

           “I don’t fucking care!” Jungkook’s tears are flowing freely. You wonder if it was possible for anyone to cry us much as the two of you have in the past ten months.

           “I miss you every second of everyday,” Jungkook’s heartache punctuates every word.

           “Write me a song,” You suggest.

           “What?”

           “Write me a song, or five, fuck an entire album. Put your anguish into music, sing for me,” Your eyes are bright with possibilities.

           “I can do that,” He says, the idea sweeping over him like a wave in the pacific.

           “I’ll be here, embroidering and puzzling my sadness away,” You offer a smile. “Might as well put it into something productive.”

           “What if it doesn’t work?” He asks.

           “It won’t, I know it won’t, but can’t we just pretend it will?” You assured.

          “It’s hard to pretend my heart isn’t breaking over and over and over again.” Jungkook wipes his eyes, slightly alarmed at the number of tears he’d produced.

           “Mine is too,” Your words were soft, almost an echo of his hurt.

           “So, just, find a way to come home. Baby, please, just, come home for Christmas.”

Next: Pretend That We’re There

[antigoneidk]

can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.”

Best Valentine's day ever|t.h.

A/N:thank you so much for your request and sorry for being late hehe hope you enjoy this as much as I did:)

Warnings: do I even have to say?

After a little while you heard the door open and two hands wrapping your body. You smiled to the pillow and closed your eyes even more.

"Good morning"he whispered to your ear with his morning voice you loved.

The light coming through your windows hit your face making you switch to the other side,trying to fall back asleep. You moved your hand forward only for you to feel the cold pillows and sheets and not your boyfriend's warm body you wanted to hug. So instead you took his pillow and covered your face just so you can smell him.

"Good morning"you said and moved your body so you can see his face. His hair was messy and his entire face covered with flour.

"What did you do?"you asked him and you could already imagine the mess down to your kitchen. Not how you planned this day to start.

"Happy Valentine's day to you too."he kissed your lips and continued"I cooked for you so come downstairs to eat"he kissed you but you couldn't stop smiling for his sweet act.

"Happy Valentine's day. Go clean your face"you giggled after he started tickling you everywhere. Your laugh covered the silence in the house and Tom smiled to the sight of you being happy like this.

"Okay okay stop stop!I'm hungry"you finally said out of breath and got up.

Arriving to the kitchen area,different smells came to your nose,making your stomach scream. You wanted to eat everything.

You sat on the table getting comfortable and waiting for your boyfriend to join you. You couldn't help the sounds of satisfaction come through your mouth from the first bite. He was an excellent cook and you always feel the need to remind him of that.

"This day is going great so far"you said and kept on eating like a pig.

"And is about to be even greater"you gave him an curious look. The only thing you knew was that you were about to do a movie marathon with him and maybe let things get a little spicy.

"With the movie marathon? I know it's not the most extreme thing but don't make fun of it"you said.

"Yes maybe we have to cancel that up. I have other plans for today honey"

"What?"you said to him with an unexpected smile.

"Go get dressed cause we have to leave in an hour"

"What? Oh come on"you let out a breath before he took your hand forcing you to follow him.

"Go get ready and I'll come back after you finished"he said and made his way to your bedroom. You closed the bathroom door. You hot undressed and hopped under the warm water. You stared feeling more relaxed and happier for the day. It was a celebration for fools like you. You were a fool for him. Five years and still got butterflies just like the first time. Everything felt like the first time. Except you loved him even more. More than ever.

You blowed dried your hair and put a little makeup on your face,not that much. Just like he loved it.

You headed to your bedroom hoping seeing Tom but the only thing that was there was a adorable new black dress with an necklace and a card. You picked the card that had Tom's writing.

"The moment I saw this dress the thought of you wearing it couldn't get of my mind. Just a little gift for my queen

Sincerely yours,

Tom"

You didn't deserve him. Maybe it was a dream and you were about to wake up to something worse. Maybe these five years were just a fantasy. He wasn't real. The only thing that your mum tought you.

But there he was proving you wrong.

You got dressed and looked to the mirror,happy with the result. It was perfect. Just like him.

"Woah"this was his reaction the moment he saw you coming down the stairs. He checked you from head to toe admiring every inch of you.

But he looked ten times better than you with just a black jean and a white shirt. He knew how to rock every outfit,even the simple ones. You had the best.

"You shouldn't have bought this baby. I couldn't find anything and I feel bad but I really thought that we would spent this day here and I am stupid and sorry"you said and hugged him tight.

"I don't want anything. I have you. What else can I ask for?"he kissed gently your lips making you shake under his touch. You moved your hands to his curly hair trying to pull him closer to you. Your heart beated so fast,ready to explode from your chest.

"We have to go"he said and the two of you left the house.

"Where are we going?"you asked but his answer was just a side smile. Needless to say you were nervous and excited for his surprise.

"This place is amazing. We should do this more often babe"you had a cute picnic at an wonderful park just 30 minutes away from where you lived. It was a warm day with the sun shining. Kids playing,people chasing them,couples enjoying the weather at this special day. You spent the majority of the day there talking,kissing,laughing.

And as you were staring at others,for the little fun game you invented,the boy next to you couldn't stop staring at you. His breath stopped with your smile,that even sun got jealous for how shining it was. Your lips that fit his so well. Your soft hair he only was allowed to touch them and get goosebumps everytime. Your eyes,his death of him,that he can look for hours and not get bored at all. You were an angel for him. He was attracted by you and your beauty. But not only outside.

You want everyone around you to feel happy. When they are sad,you try to find something that would make them feel good in matter of seconds. Your love for life,joy. You didn't have time for negative in your life. "You only live once. Why waste it like that?"that's what you tell everybody,even yourself.

You were there for him when no one could. Held his hand taking everything bad off of him and immediately make him feel better. Your words were like a medicine for him. You made him a better person. Looking at situations from a different perspective. He knew he was making the right decision.

You were the one for him.

"Hello? Are you still here with me Tom?"you moved your hand in front of his face,a bit scared that he wasn't listening this whole time.

"I'm sorry"he looked down at his hands but you grabbed them and placed them near you.

"I just got scared for a moment"you laughed and he followed you.

"What were you saying then?"

"I just wanted to thank you for everything. And I love you"you blushed and he leaned to you to give a quick kiss to your cheek and a passionate kiss to your lips. You were the one that followed this time. Your butterflies had an entire concert to your stomach with your heartbeat giving the rhythm. You stopped to catch your breath and looked his eyes,a light brown-orange from the lightning.

"I love you too"he said and you smiled at his words. Just like the first time you exchanged these words.

"Get up. I need to take you somewhere"

"Where? You already did enough for me. I feel bad"you said as you stopped him by moving your head to his shoulders. His hand moved to your hair giving you a massage.

"Keep doing this and I'll fall asleep right here. Hey I didn't mean to make you stop. Keep playing with my hair"you said while he stopped but then started again laughing from your childish behavior. Another reason why he fell in love with you.

"But I really want to take you there. I swear it's our last destination. Then we'll go home and cuddle for ever"

"And keep playing with my hair?"

"You are amazing"he giggled"Yes and keep playing with your hair"he kept trying to be cool but he was nervous to death. He really wanted everything to be perfect for you. And even of the answer wasn't..

No! Be positive. That's what you'd said to him. Be positive.

You took your stuff and went back to your car. You really wanted to stay and watch the sunset at the park but he seemed nervous. You didn't know why but you decided to keep this to yourself. Maybe it was for another surprise. He already did enough for you and you didn't want to make him even more nervous. So you held his hand the entire ride try to calm him. You knew this worked.

"Its beautiful. The view it's beautiful."you said and leaned to him watching the dark sky and all the city lights that seemed so small from where you stood.

You looked at Tom with nothing but love. Is that even possible? To love a man like that? So much that you don't even count yourself? You just care for him and only him"What?"he asked smiling.

"Nothing"you said and stared back the view in front of you. You liked the other one better for sure.

"What time is it?"

"I think eleven or so"

"Already?"you were surprised. That traffic was longer that you expected. You suddenly felt cold air hitting your back giving goosebumps all over your body. You closed your legs even more and leaned more to your boyfriend.

"Are you cold?"

"A little but it's fine. I have you here to keep me warm"you joked and kissed his jaw,melting at his touch getting even tighter around your waist. After a few moments Tom kissed your forehead and moved you to face him.

"I love you y/n. I love you so much. I can't put it into words. I'll never gonna be able to. How you make me feel. The amount of love I get from you. I'm the luckiest boy in the world. I look at you every morning sleeping peacefully next to me. I always feel like I'm dreaming and I'm gonna wake up somewhere else. But the you hit me with your feet and I know I'm not sleeping"he giggles and you follow."I've never thought that I can love someone that much. And even I think my love is not good enough for you. Is not that much.

You light up my life. Making me a better man. A man that maybe one day will be good enough for a woman like you. A man you deserve to be with.

You are the love of my life. You were there for me. Ups and downs. Always there to hold me and take the pain away. To cheer me up. Making me laugh and forget what I was sad or upset about. You can only do this. You don't know how much I need you. And I don't care of this sounds selfish but is the truth.

Five years and still I feel like the first time. I am in love with you baby.

And even though I think I'm never gonna be prepared for this moment I'm gonna do it because it's the perfect moment so"he got down to his one knee and got from his pocket a nice little red box. He opened it and your vision was so blurry from your tears you couldn't even see the ring inside it.

"Y/n y/l/n will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

You tears fell down to your cheeks burning your face. He really was there proposing to you. To spent the rest of your lives together and share moments even more incredible that the ones you already have.

You loved him. Even more.

"Is this a dream?"you asked and put your hands to your mouth socked from this. He was really there. Looking at you waiting for your answer. You wanted to scream a loud yes but your voice disappeared and left you there helpless. So the only thing you just nodded and and let out a sob from your lungs.

He hugged you and you did too. So tight. He was crying.You squeezed and squeezed him so hard trying to keep him to you. It felt like a fantasy. You were about to be his wife. His partner to this life. What a honor for you. To be HIS wife.

"I love you"you whispered out of breath to his ear. He squeezed you even harder into his hug. He made you feel so special and loved and happy and everything. You were the luckiest girl I'm the world.

"Let me put the ring to your finger babe"he said and stopped the hug son that he can put the ring to you. You kept looking at it like something from another dimension. You then looked at Tom and kissed him with your everything. A kiss like none of the ones you gave before. The feeling was something indescribable. Your heartbeat at it's highest. You felt high.

"Is this a dream?"you asked again but he grabbed your hand and looked at it.

"It seems even better that I imagined"he gave attention to your eyes filled with tears just like his too. He wiped them away and kissed your forehead.

"You made me the happiest person tonight Tom. I'll never hurt you. I'll be there for you. I love you..I can't even speak right now."you said the last thing to your self quietly but loud enough for him to hear this too.

"You made me the happiest person y/n. I'll cherish you forever"your butterflies were over the moon. Is this all real? Cause it didn't seemed real to you at all.

On your way back home you scrolled through instagram to calm yourself a little. But your heart couldn't stop beating likecrazy. And your eyes kept looking at your ring scared that might disappear at any time. You held his hand and squeezed so that you could place it in front of your lips and kiss it.

He gave you the most adorable look and focused back on the road.

You got a facetime call from your sister and answered it in a second placing your phone in the middle of the car.

"What did she say?"Harry's voice was full of anticipation.

"He knew?"you asked Tom in the ear and he nodded at you laughing.

"About what?:your sister asked her boyfriend. Clearly she was clueless just like you a few minutes before.

"What did you say y/n? You said yes? Please don't make me wait for ever"he begged and almost cried. You showed the ring and heard his celebration screams so loudly,making you feel like you were there with him.He was dancing and moving the phone up and down making the both of you laugh.

"Harry what is wrong with you?"your sister was standing at the corner of their room looking at Harry's reaction.

"They're getting married babe. They're getting married"

"What? Is that true y/n?"she was the one holding the phone right now looking at you with her little eyes. You said yes and she started to cry as you joined her. Tom's hand never left yours through the second round.

"Guys I'm so happy for you! Harry they're getting married"you could see them hugging and being happy with the news. You couldn't wait and tell the others. And scream it to the rest of the world. You were about to get married and be the wife to the most perfect man in the whole world.

Best Valentine's day ever.

___________

thanks for the support it really means a lot❣and sorry for any mistakes;)

[heart-inked]

Warning: really long post I made because I’m bored, if you’re not bored you’re allowed to skip.

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOU

You are female

You received a gift on Valentine’s Day

You have been hit on at work

You have watched someone shoplift

You have eaten simply out of boredom

You are ticklish

You have thrown up in a public place

You had something remind you of your ex that made you miss them

You have been out of the country within the last six months

You have been a designated driver

You have played spin the bottle

You have played strip poker

You have been skinny dipping

You have been TP’d

You have been in a cemetery at midnight

You have made a prank phone call

You have pretended to be your mom/dad on the phone

You have snuck into a movie without paying

You have stolen a street sign of some sort

You have been to Walmart in the past 24 hours

You drive a blue vehicle

You have a some point in time had blonde highlights

You have liked someone and never told them

You have told someone you liked them and was rejected

You have been liked someone you didn’t expect

Your parents are divorced

Both or one of your parents are now married to different people

Your grandma is over 80

You have a tattoo most people don’t know about

You have a tattoo

You have a tramp stamp

You have a tribal tattoo

You have piercings other than your ears

You have your nose pierced

You have your belly button pierced

You have a Monroe piercing

You have gauges that stretch your ear lobes - not anymore but I used to

You have had a crush on a sibling’s friend

You have had a crush on a friend’s sibling

You work 30+ hours a week if school counts towards it

You have received a phone call within the last hour

You were named after someone else

You were born between April & September of your birth year

You were born before 1994

You were born before 1990

You were born before 1986

Your last name has more than five letters

Your last name begins with a ‘C’

Your last name begins with an ‘L’

Your last name begins with an ‘S’

Your middle name begins with a ‘N’

Your middle name begins with an ‘R’

Your middle name begins with a ‘D’

Your first name begins with a ‘B’

Your first name begins with a ‘H’

Your first name begins with a ‘Z’

You prefer taking showers to taking baths

You haven taken a foreign language class

You have taken an art class

You have taken a music class

You own a denim jacket

You own a pair of skinny jeans

You own something tie dyed

You own a ‘little black dress’

You have had to have your pet put to sleep

You know someone who had a late miscarriage

You know someone under 20 who passed away from cancer

You know someone with an eating disorder

You know someone who cuts

You have had your hair down to your waist

You have shaved your head

You have had a mohawk

You have dyed your hair blue

You would get your nipples pierced for $100

You would kiss someone 20 years older than you for $50

You would drink a bottle of hot sauce for $20

You have gone to a dance without a date

You know five people under twenty with children

You have considered joining the military

You are in the military

You are out of high school

You are an Aries

You are a Saggittarius

You are a Pisces

You can tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue

You have dated someone who had a child

You have dated someone five year younger than you

You have dated someone five years older than you

You have dated a friend’s ex

You have been in a relationship longer than three years

You are currently single

You are currently engaged

You have kissed someone last New Years

You have worked on a Christmas Eve

You have worked 3rd shift

Your school mascot is an animal

You are wearing something red

You have been to the doctor in the past 3 months

You have been cheated on

You have been told you have beautiful eyes

You have burned yourself with a curling iron/straightner

You have gotten the urge to cry at a random moment

You know how to cook well

You hate having to get up any earlier than noon

You are a night owl

You are a morning person

You have flashed someone

You have an older brother

You have a younger sister

You have a half sibling

You know sign language

You have been to Chicago

You have been to Las Vegas

You have been to Miami

You live in Arkansas

You live in Texas

You have ridden in a small vehicle with 10+ people crammed in it

You have been somewhere and had your ride leave without you

You have accepted a ride home from someone you barely knew

You were in a relationship at this time one year ago

You were in a relationship six months ago

You were in a relationship one month ago

You have bought helium balloons just to make funny noises with them

You have gotten a speeding ticket

You own a t-shirt that supports your favorite band

You have won free tickets to a concert

You have won money from scratch-off cards

You have bought cigarettes when you were underage

You use hairspray daily

You have argued with someone today

You believe in love at first sight

You are a vegan

You have played with an Ouija board

You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’

You drive a vehicle newer than 2006

You own a digital camera

You have taken photographs of yourself simply because you were bored

If you could you’d spend a week in the 1920s

You would rather vacation over a ski resort than a beach house

You have been on a cruise in the Carribean

You are lactose intolerant

You sunburn easily

You have freckles

You have a birthmark

You have questioned your beliefs

You have questioned your sexuality

You are emancipated from your parents

You live on your own

You live with your boyfriend/girlfriend

You live with at least 3 roommates

Your mom was a teen when she had you

You are adopted

You have considered adoption in your future

You want more than four kids

You don’t want any kids

You have children already

You model your life after someone you look up to

You have had a crush on a celebrity

You still have beanie babies from when it was all rage

You watch a certain TV show regularly

You know the Lord’s Prayer by heart

You didn’t pass the first time you took your drivers test

You remember exactly where you were and what you were doing on 9/11

You have had a detention

You know how to knit

You can drive a stick shift

You have broke a curfew

You have graffiti-ed something

You own an umbrella

You are dating the last person you kissed

You have kissed someone in the last 24 hours

You have kissed more than 3 people in the last year

Your last missed call was from a relative

You have driven somewhere today

You know someone who works at McDonalds

You are diabetic

You are hypoglemic

You wear glasses/contacts

You have braces

You are pregnant

You are wearing shorts

You are wearing at least three pieces of jewelry

You have let someone use you, even when you knew they were

You have done something you really regret

You have told someone something you really wish you could take back

You have done something that ruined a friendship

You are on non-speaking terms with a relative

You have taken back an ex

You have dumped someone and later thought if it was the right thing

You have broken someone’s heart

You have had your heart broken

You have ignored someone who liked you in favor of someone you liked more

You have been hit on by the same sex

You prefer a hook up with no strings attached over a relationship

You have received a love letter

You have had a secret admirer

You know someone with the same birthday as you

You know someone with the same birth year as you

You have been told you look like a certain celebrity

You are taller than your mom

You are taller than your dad

You are a legal adult

Your favorite season is Winter

Your favorite color is green

Your favorite number is 7

Your favorite animal is a panda

You saw your favorite movie in theaters

You have been to a concert of your favorite band

You have a cold at the moment

You have visited all 50 states

You have walked around town after midnight

You have been stuck on a ferris wheel when it started raining

You have been in a tornado

You have been in a hurricane

You have thrown up in a restaurant

You couldn’t live without caffeine

You have been to the emergency room more than 5 times

You have slept more than 24 hours in one sleep session

You have received a compliment today

You have given someone a false number so they couldn’t call you

You have convinced someone you had a twin

You have convinced someone you had a sibling that didn’t really exist

You have gotten in the car and drove somewhere with no destination in mind

You have taken the long way home just so that you could jam out to some tunes

You have considered taking up a hippie-care-free lifestyle

You have seriously considered legally changing your name

You have walked around in your underwear while you were home alone

You have gambled online

You have fallen for someone you told yourself you wouldn’t fall for

You have smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in a matter of hours

You have drank so much you blacked out

You have been bit by a snake

You have been bit by a dog

You wish at 11:11

You have found a four leaf clover

You pick up pennies for good luck

You don’t really believe in luck

You have remained good friends with an ex

You have been a flower girl/ring bearer at a wedding

You have been a best man/maid of honor at a wedding

You have been to a funeral this year

You have been to a baby shower this year

You have been to a bachelor/bachelorette party this year

You have been to a 21st party this year

You have been to a graduation party this year

You have been to a going away party this year

You love the smell of fresh cut grass

You have seen a sunset and stayed awake to see the sunrise

You have borrowed someone’s coat/sweater and forgot to give it back

You have used an excuse (cold, scared, etc) to get to cuddle with someone

You have died in a dream

You have gotten a call from someone and wondered how they got your number

You have laughed out loud to something you were thinking of

You have gotten lost and ended up in a completely different destination

You have run out of gas before

You have done something just because you knew you weren’t supposed to

You have been grounded for longer than a month

You receive an allowance

You have babysat more than one child under 10 at a time

You have called in sick to work because you had a hangover

You have stared at the dots on your ceiling and saw pictures of them

You have stayed longer than 3 days in the hospital (psychiatric)

You have pretended to be someone you weren’t for someone else

You have danced in front of the mirror in private

You have dialed a wrong number and it turned out to be someone you knew

You have been to the Atlantic ocean

You have told someone you were fine when you weren’t

You have copied someone else’s work

You have read an entire book in one sitting

You have spent more than $100 on one pair of jeans

You have taken gymnastics

You have taken a karate class

You have written something on a dollar bill

You have eaten peanut butter right out of the jar

You feel like you have no life because you completed this

[aprils-arcadia]

Your Warmth

Pairing: Sunjin x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,7k Summary: Sungjin goes to a concert he doesn't even enjoy only to have his evening go for the better by meeting you

Who would have thought that the simple choice of seat would change his evening so dramatically. Sungjin certainly didn't. He was invited the third time in a row and the last two times hadn't been particularly enjoyable to say the least. It had rained and the cold October air had chilled him to the bones. He didn't even know why he still gave this concert a chance. Third time's a charm apparently. 

He made his way through the rows of old garden chairs and picnic blankets and eyed the crowd. Most of them must have been twice his age with only a few 30-year-olds scattered across the open field. With this age range no one here should be able to recognize him or even have heard of him for that matter. This evening would have just been like the last of them.

Cold,rainy and overall not his cup of tea. 

Until he found the bright speck of colour that had been you. You were sitting cross-legged on an old bench, your yellow raincoat practically blinding the people around you. You must have been around his age and the seat next to you had still been empty. Sitting on a bench was much likely a lot more comfortable than spending the evening in an old worn-down plastic garden chair that threatens to collapse in itself the moment you eyed it for longer than a few seconds. It probably didn’t want to be here as much as he did.

"May I sit here?" 

You looked up at him with wide eyes and scooted over a few centimeters leaving more than enough space on the old park bench gesturing him to sit down. 

"Sure".

“Thanks” he said, pulling out his phone as soon as he sat down. He might as well check a few things instead of just sitting and waiting like he had nothing else to do. And he didn’t want to come off as a complete creep and just randomly start chatting up the stranger next to him - you. He didn’t need to ruin the evening for someone else as well.

Suddenly he felt a low rumble forming in his stomach. He really should have eaten something beforehand but he didn't have the time to organize something decent to eat after rehearsal. Sungjin looked around and the longing for food grew. All these people were happily eating and japping away like there was no tomorrow. Some even brought real plates instead of the simple cardboard throw-away ones. And the food looked delicious. From appetizers to salads, from snacks to full grown meals - everything he couldn't have right now. The grumbling grew louder and he tried his best to hide it. At least the constant chatter created an underlying hum so that his stomach was not that easily heard. He was seriously considering just leaving. To grab a pizza on his way home, shut himself in his dorm room and just watch a movie. It would be a lot more enjoyable than sitting outside right now. Who thought it would be a brilliant idea to hold an open-air concert in autumn. This was just poor planning to begin will and he was stupid enough to fall for it again. But he thought that this time may be different. This time he didn’t have an annoying Jae with him that couldn’t shut up and attracted the disapproving looks of the people around them. This time he didn’t have a freezing Wonpil with him that couldn’t stop complaining about the weather. This time he was alone.   

His thoughts were interrupted by a plastic box of sandwiches that suddenly appeared in front of his chest. They were all neatly arranged and even without hunger clouding his judgement he would have thought them to look delicious. "Just take one. I promise they aren't poisonous". That you were willing to share your food with him so easily took him by surprise.

Last time Wonpil had eaten all his food within the first five minutes. And he just got lucky that he found a granola bar lying in the depth of his bag. Therefore he was eternally grateful for that small act of kindness. 

The orchestra started playing and he took a sandwich out of the box mouthing a quick thank you before shifting his gaze to the stage. The music was much better this time around. And the sandwich was as delicious as it looked. Maybe this evening would not turn out so bad after all.  

The sun was slowly setting and bathing the glade in an orangey shade. He stole a glance at you. You were still sitting there like he had found you. Cross-legged with that oversized rain coat covering part of your legs as well. Half of your face had been buried in a huge wooly scarf but he could clearly see the smile in your forest green eyes. He noticed the small birthmark underneath your left eye, the slight freckles adoring your nose and the gentle arch of your cheekbones. The dying sunlight gave your hair a reddish shade and the cold wind had coloured your cheeks in a faint rosy glow. He had been captivated by you. How you sat there with your thermos in hand occasionally sipping the still steaming tea that filled the air with the sweet smell of apples and cinnamon. How you mindlessley tucked a stray strand of hair back behind your ear every so often. 

But most of all by how happy you seemed to be. 

It looked like you thoroughly enjoyed being here and that this was a night you had been looking forward to with anticipation and not with indifference or even dread like he did. He noticed the small shiver that seemed to run through your body and couldn't help but realize how cold it suddenly got as soon as the sun vanished behind the tree line. He probably should have taken a warmer jacket with him or at least wore a thicker pair of socks. He slipped his sneakers back on properly for the first time today warming his achilles heel a bit more. 

Unfortunately that wasn't enough and it became quite apparent that he would freeze for the rest of the night. He started to rub his arms in order to stay warm wondering how the musicians on stage were still able to play properly as they most likely lost feeling in their fingers a long time ago.

"You really are utterly unprepared." A quiet voice next to him said followed by the most adorable little giggle. 

As he turned his head around he saw you offering him a corner of a thick blanket. Where you must have gotten it was beyond his imagination because it could clearly not have fit in that tiny bag of yours. But what was more baffling to him was that you had no inhibitions of sharing it with him - a complete stranger.

"Don't be shy. Can't have you turning into an icicle on my watch, now can I?” You averted your gaze slightly. “If I am not bothering you of course. I mean you don’t even know me.” Maybe it was just the lights but it seemed to Sungjin as if your ears were slightly getting red.“I am just so used to taking care of people that I forgot you might be uncomfortable with it. I’m sorry. I'm Y/N by the way"

 "You’re not bothering me in the slightest. I really appreciate it. I’m Sungjin", he shook your outstretched hand and the warmth of your skin spread through his hand as if he was standing next to an open flame.

"Dude. Your hand is freezing. Didn't you at least bring like a scarf or something. You should have told me sooner." He could clearly hear the scolding undertone in your voice as you started to rummage around in that magical bag of yours. 

“I knew you were in there”. You pulled out a second cup and handed it over to him after you poured some of your tea in it. "Drink up. You'll be warm in no time" "Thank you" he said, for the first time looking straight into your eyes. His face was only inches apart from yours and he could clearly make out the small clouds that appeared in the chill night air as you breathed. The wind was playing around with your hair and a small strand of it landed on your cheek. He wanted to brush it away, to touch you only so slightly. Involuntarily he slowly lifted his hand but let it sink back within seconds. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was sure no one had ever looked at him with such kind eyes and he didn’t want that to change. 

He sighed to himself and quickly took the cup of tea from your hand. “I really appreciate it”, he said hastily, turning around to focus back on the music. By now it had turned completely dark and he could see the lampions and torches guiding the safe passage out of the park. The trees were illuminated by white and orange lights framing the glade in a warm glow. The concert seemed to be nowhere near finished and he never actually made it this far. Last year he stayed for about an hour after Wonpil had left, until he himself was fed up with the constant rain and the strong wind that was mockingly blowing wet leaves into his face every minute or so. 

But today he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He was warm and in good company. He wondered if you had been here last time. How his evening would have turned out if he had spotted you. If you had been wearing this bright coat as well. And if he had had the guts last time if you would have come together this year. He looked over to you slightly opening his mouth to speak but quickly shut it again. He saw you tilting your head towards the sky seemingly lost in your own little world. He wouldn't want to disturb you. Not after all you did for him this evening. He heard you faintly humming along to the melody, the reflection of all the different lights twinkling in your eyes. It seemed as if you never lost your sense of wonder. That spark still clearly visible. He finally understood the magic this night held. And maybe, if he was lucky, he would be sharing this bench with you next year as well.

[sokayisaidiot]

#Longer than Forever Au

Storyline:

Tubbo is sick since he was born. And soon he will Die. Imprisoned in a Hospital he wants to do the things he dreamed of.                                                   Tommy is bored, being a troublemaker, he wants a big adventure. He comes to visit his adopted Father Phil, who had a little accident with his other brothers Techno and Wilbur. He didn't expect to meet the sick lonely boy Tubbo. 

Shocked, for that faith, that awaits Tubbo, he takes Tubbo, the credit card of his family, some of the coolest Nerfguns and his most fast bike, to do the impossible...

Characters:

Tommy:

16

he is a known class clown, troublemaker and fight starter in school

likes playing video games

has good grades, despite not even paying attention at school

got adopted with Wilbur and Techno when he was around 5

always has the needs to mess himself with everybody

got his necklace from Wilbur and the earring from Techno

you see him in this outfit probably every day, since he says its defining his character

has the sass from Techno

would give everything to make his small family proud

played Soccer for some years, but went off the team, when they started bickering him

Techno, Wilbur and Phil had a talk with those kids parents the next day

wanted to change the color of his hair too, but Wilbur stopped him at the last second

has a bike with a bee bell

can listen to rules, but doesn't

cuts the hair of Tubbo and gives his family old clothes to him

pizza is probably his most favorite thing to eat

knows the country like his pockets

got super protective of Tubbo

Tubbo:

17

has a longlasting sickness that will kill him in a week or two

has a older Brother called Clay, but Calls him Clay

always asks if someone is gay

gets the necklace of Tommy

Tommy told him it was to make sure, that they were always together

loves hugs and gives plenty

always positive, despite dying in a week or so

has a way of making friends with everybody

but still can be badass as hell

when he and Tommy get into a argument, he rans away and gets an asthma attack. He is uncioncess when Tommy finds him in Panic. Tommy took care of Tubbo and both hugged each other for good 10 minutes

since then, Tommy is always by Tubbos side and refuses to leave him for the rest of the time

when he saw Tommys earring and said, that he wanted a earring too, Tommy took his arm and went to the next piercing store

never takes the clothes of, that Tommy first gave him

went from Strangers, to good friends to best friends with Tommy

Tommy was very happy to have a “younger Brother”

thanks to Tommy, he also learned swimming, car driving and how to bake finished pizza

already met Techno, Wilbur and Philza at the hospital, when they went on a check on

was surprised to see Tommy climbing outside of his hospital window, to get him in the night

cried when he saw his first fireworks and ocean view

loves the bee on Tommys bike

Techno:

19

middle Brother of Wilbur and Tommy

loves his brothers to the death and went into many fights for them

but sometimes causes them

has a love for growing potatoes, so for his 16 birthday, Philza and the boys got him a little farmpot

he sometimes makes potatoes for Family dinner

Wilbur said, he can't see potatoes anymore

actually becomes a teacher

knows Dream, Eret, George and the others from High School and still has contact with them

can and WILL tease Tommy about his height and age

takes a liking to Tubbo

helps Tommy and Tubbo going on their adventure without them knowing it

goes on extra jobs, telling his high school friends to help them, packing some obvious stuff extra in Tommys Backpack to survive and taking care, that his other Family members don't get crazy

Wilbur:

21

was adopted at the age of 6

the oldest son, but one with the most worries and not calming thoughts, while Tommy and Tubbo are on their adventure

first tries to stop those two, but then letting those two live Tubbo´s final moments together

was adopted with Techno at the same time

he found Tommy when him and Techno went grocery shopping in the rain. They saw a boy in alley way on the age of 5. Techno and him tried to talk to him and when the boy hissed at the Techno simply picked him up, threw him over his shoulder and walked home with him. When Philza tried to greet them, he was met with a hissing and kicking boy, red and purple marks all over his body. They agreed to adopt his boy. When they first meet his parents, all of them were full of rage. But Wilbur was the first and only one to punch in that meeting

he loves music and on special holidays, he gives a little concert

has a hate-love relationship with potatoes

goes to a University to study music

was the fastest one to trust Philza

got his guitar with the age of 7 for his birthday and couldn't stop crying for an hole hour

Philza:

30

happy but tired dad of three chaotic demons

went to various conventions with his sons

telling other parents how much nerds his kids were, but isn't really better

is the father to watch anime

got his sons to watch Bleach completely with him, they fell asleep after a while, but Philza insisted that they watched it

goes to every parent meeting and either brags or protects his kids

makes tournaments with his sons friends

basically every friend of his sons or child he sees, he adopts it

has Dad puns ready and WILL use them

was concerned with Tommy disappearing but greatly understand the reason I´with it

still grounded Tommy with watching an Anime with him

there aren't many ways to make him angry, but when he's angry, he's angry

Supports his children in every way he can

Cried by every theater where his kids played with, even if there were just the trees or musican

has the best advice for everybody

wanted to adopt Tubbo the moment he met him

has a shop called, “24 for Philza” and he lives with the boys over on the apartment

Dream/Clay:

19

Tommys older brother

a police men in training with Sapnap

comes visit Tubbo every weekend with his boyfriend George

taught Tubbo, Tommy and Techno sass

he learned the sass himself from George

wears a ring as a necklace

wants to ask George to marry him

Tried to stop Tubbo and Tommy and almost went through with it

“bullies” Tommy

but has a close relationship with their family

can hunt like a wolf, but otherwise can't hurt a fly

Tommy learned through him, to take care of his precious stuff

trusts Tommy his brothers life on

is very caring and a little overprotective 

killed a men one time with the help of techno, when someone tried to kill George and Tommy, while a raid in a store

you want to mess with him, you need your testament ready

rival of techno

George:

20

boyfriend of Dream

is a journalist

loves Tubbo and taught him to be more confident

also promised to make an article about him, when they finished their adventure

helped Tommy and Tubbo escape to their rest of the journey

knows that Dream wants to propose to him

helped Tommy and his family, when someone tried shit talking their store, when he wrote a whole article about “24 for Philza being the best store in town”

officially the “better and more intelligent” part of Dream

always visits Tommys family with Dream

they already agreed of making Tommy flower boy and lost his parents so Philza will be walking him down the aisle

when Tubbo was four and his first night alone in the hospital, George gave Tubbo a plush Bee, since then he had a love and fascination with Bees

only one to keep his boyfriend in place

Sapnap:

18

has a motorcycle and helped Tubbo and Tommy on a part of their journey

loves to make Tommy angry

best man to Dream next to Techno

got Tubbo to watch all the different movies and teacher him about cuss words as well as punching

also learns to be a police men

was a part of the journey group for a while

made many pictures of Tubbo and Tommy

can and will beat anyone up, who is talking shit about the Philza family

wears a bandana with the argument, that he is always ready for a fight

was the one to teach Tommy how to ride a bike

trusts everybody with their life and has some outside connections

Badboyhalo & Skeppy:

22 & 20

a couple who is married and lives on the beach

they don't tell anybody, that Tommy and Tubbo were in a guest room in there house, since they have connections to their family

know Tommy, from when he was younger

Skeppy loves to make fun and Bad scolds sometimes, but he also, is giggling

they have various pets, since they live on a farm

found Tommy and Tubbo sleeping one morning on the beach and invited them in and Tommy remembered them

Skeppy had a similar sickness to Tubbo, but survived

they were the first once to get postcards

Tommy is calling them Uncle´s lovely, even if he says, because there so old

told Tommy when they both could go and washed their clothes for them again

Eret:

24

just your average business man

a old friend of Wilbur

found the boys wandering in the city lost and gave them something to eat

immediately befriended Tubbo and Tommy muttered something from betrayal

gave the boys two of his sunglasses and train tickets for the rest of their journey

promised Tubbo to come with sunglasses to his funeral, which he nodded along, laughing sadly

Fundy:

18

boy from the village, where they went watching Fireworks

got them a place in his tree house

spent the rest three days with the two boys

showed them around in the village

wasn't by Tubbos side, when he died, since he didn't know

Extras

Tommy cut Tubbos hair, saying he didn't need to look like rapunzel

Tommy played various pranks on Tubbo, but getting angry, when Tubbo finds it nice

Tubbo and Tommy went at least 5 times to McMonalds or Gurger King for Tubbo to get the taste, what he missed out

they Day when the fireworks came, was Tubbos Birthday, when he saw them he cried. It would be one of the last things he would see in his life

when it was time, Tubbo laid in Tommys lap and looked up in the sky

Tubbos last words were:

“Thank you for this nice Birthday gift. I never could ask for more than you as my best Friend”

then he closed his eye and took his last breath. Tommy just managed a tearful grin, when he said: “Me too, thank you, Double Trouble forever”. Those were the last words Tubbo heard

he still smiled when he died

when the other villager saw Tommy and Tubbo one recognized them and the police as well as the ambulance was called

Tommy went with Tubbo on the ambulance, despite Tubbo being dead

when most of his family and friends arrived they all hugged him. All of them cried

Tommy refused to leave Tubbos body for the first four hours and just with long talking, they got him home

at home he didn't got in any problems, just a quick clap on the head and then a hug from all of them

they told how brave and die it was of him, to give Tubbo his own decisions in his life 

On Tubbos funeral, everything he loved the most, was in his coffin: The white Bandana of Sapnap, the sunglasses of Eret, Fundys fox mask, their selfie of Badboyhalo, Skippy, Tommy and himself, the article George wrote about him and his journey, Dreams mask, Technos and Wilburs earring and necklace on his body, the hat of Philza and Tommys bee bell

he wore the clothes he first wore, when the adventure started

the funeral was pretty small and depressive but then came Tommy with his talk about Tommy (maybe another post, if ya wanna)

then when he came back to school, Tommy stood up for children with deadly diseases and became the next year school representation...

[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Always (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

“Honey, what’s the plan for dinner?” You turned your head to see your husband on the couch smiling at you. You picked your infant daughter, Sonja, up from her playpen and held her at your hip as you walked over to your husband’s side at the couch.

“Hmmm,” You were not particularly picky, “Let’s order in. This little lady has been running me ragged all day,” You say, smiling at your beautiful little girl. She smiled back at you before giving your hair a tiny tug. You put Sonja on your lap before resting your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted from motherly duties. You looked over at the clock to see it was only 5:00. God, what the fuck has happened to you? Before you met Chris, you were sneaking backstage at concerts to do cocaine with rockstars. Now, your life was diapers and Disney. You didn’t mind it, you loved your little girl more than anything in the world. And Chris, he was the perfect husband and you loved him with all your heart, but your life felt emptier than it used to be. 

“Chris, would you mind watching Sonja for a second? I’m going to take a quick nap.” He nodded and you handed her off to him. You dragged your tired body off the couch and wandered up the stairs to your bedroom and collapsed. Parenthood was exhausting. You were up at all hours of the night caring for Sonja, changing her, burping her, feeding her, it never seemed to stop. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. You missed your old life sometimes. 

Well, there was one person you missed specifically. You met Nikki when you were 19 while backstage at a Motley Crue concert in 1981. You two spent the whole night together talking, drinking, fucking, laughing and actually finding out who this dark mysterious man was. When you woke up the next morning you snuck out the window. You did not want to, but a man like Nikki would never want to see you again. After a week, he found you. You remember laughing as he walked into the restaurant you worked at, asking you out on a date. You were baffled to say the least, but you obviously said yes. 

The ten months you two spent together were some of the wildest times in your life. You partied almost every night of the week as the rock and roll lifestyle encapsulated you. You never slept but when you did it was beside him. The lows were low with Nikki. The fights were heated and objects were thrown. But, the highs were so damn high. You had never felt more loved than you did when he held you in his arms and told you how beautiful you were.

But, good things never last forever. When you saw him kissing that girl, you knew it was over. There was no reason for you to be treated that way, and he knew that too. You were gone the next morning and you never saw him again. A three months later you met Chris and a year later you were married. 

It has been five years since you last saw Nikki but you still thought about him every so often. How he was, who he was with, what life would have been like with him. You took a deep breath and began to close your eyes, letting your mind wander away from the one that got away. Then the phone rang. You sighed and rolled over.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe. Long-time no see.” You immediately recognized the voice of your best friend Diana. 

“Yeah it’s been a second. How are you?” You have gotten very good at small talk in recent years.

“I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come out with me tonight.” You couldn’t help but laugh. It was 5:30 on a Saturday, prime family time. 

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” She let out an annoyed huff.

“C’mon (Y/N), you’re 25! This is the age where you’re still allowed to have fun.” 

“I have a baby Diana, I gotta stay in and look after her.” 

“Have Chris take on some responsibility! That’s part of this whole marriage thing, right?” You rolled your eyes. She really was far away from the whole committed relationship thing. 

“I just really think that I should-” 

“It’s a Motley Crue concert and I have an extra ticket. I think you should go.” There was a pause. Your mind was going one million miles per hour but your lips could not move, but there was so much you wanted to say. 

“Di… we both know that that’s a bad idea.” 

“It’s not like you’re going to actually do anything. We’ll just go to the concert and then go home.” She was right. You didn’t have to speak to him or any of them. You could just watch the concert, unwind a bit. It really did sound like an attractive idea.

“Let me call you back, ok?” 

“Alright, just don’t pussy out on me.” You hung up the phone before making your way downstairs to see Chris bouncing Sonja on his lap. She was smiling and laughing as he sang the words to a Beatles song to her. You could not help but stare and feel a warm sense of joy in your stomach. Chris looked up at you and smiled.

“Who was that on the phone?” 

“It was Diana, she asked me if I wanted to go out tonight.” The feeling of pure happiness from before started to disappear as nerves settled in. “But obviously that’s crazy because I have to stay in with Sonja.” Chris shrugged.

“You stay in all day with her while I’m at work,” He blew a raspberry at her causing Sonja to give a big toothless grin. “I could use some baby time.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Go out and have some fun.” You leaned in and gave him a light kiss, smiling into it. 

“You’re the best.” He gave a small laugh.

“ And I love you too.” You got up and began getting ready, excited for what the night had in store.

Diana picked you up at 9:00 outside your house. Picking something to wear that night was next to impossible. You were a mom now, you couldn’t wear those low cut tops you used to wear. You decided on boots, jeans and a somewhat modest crop top. When you walked out Diana gave a whistle.

“Now that’s a hot Momma!” You smiled as you compared your outfit to hers. She had on heels, jeans and a shirt that left nothing to the imagination. You wished you could be in something like that. You hopped in beside her.

“Ready to go?” 

“Hell yeah! Let’s paint the town red.” Diana yelled as she sped off. Once you both got inside the venue all you could pay attention to was the vast amount of people. There seemed to be wall to wall people. You had no idea how you would fit into this crowd, literally and metaphorically. 

But, once the music blasted, you felt everything around you melt away. You were that 19 year old all over again yelling for longer guitar solos and louder vocals. The band itself seemed like a blur. It wasn’t until your vision focused that you saw him. 

Nikki. 

He was just as you remembered. His hair was dark and big; his eyes held mysteries that you only knew the beginning of; his intensity never seemed to stay from the bass. And he was still a fucking mess, just as you liked. 

You could not help but become very aware of what you were wearing. You were probably the most covered up woman in that whole venue. Everywhere you looked you saw skin and cleavage and here you were dressed like, well, a mom. He did not even seem to notice you as his eyes went from girl to girl, looking for the sexiest thing in the audience. That was Nikki though, what did you expect? 

Diana seemed to notice your sudden awkwardness, turning to you and giving you a concerned look. You shook your head and smiled.

“I’m fine, just feeling a little old.” She rolled her eyes at you.

“Then act young.” At that, she pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels from her purse, “Let loose a little.” You grabbed the bottle from her and immediately took a giant swig. God, you missed the taste of dark liquor. The contents of that bottle went very quickly, mostly thanks to you. The buzz was setting in and you could not help but smile and dance like an idiot; however, you still would not let yourself look at Nikki again. It would just make you feel like you did all those years ago. You let your gaze stay on Vince as he ruled the stage. He really did know how to work the crowd, especially when more than half of them wanted to fuck him. You felt your dancing become more sporadic as their set wore on to the point that you felt yourself lose your footing. You hit the ground quickly.

“Shit (Y/N), are you ok?” You got up laughing and nodding.

“Yeah I’m fucking fine!” Once you got your head back up, you let your eyes wander and that’s when they met with his. Even in your drunken state, you could see the shock on his face. He never expected to see you again. After you told him to fuck off, you moved. There was no way he was going to hurt you again. But then, here you two were, in a room filled with thousands of people but only seeing each other. Fuck.

You had to go. This was a bad idea. What were you even thinking? All these thoughts raced through your head as you ran out of the crowd. You had to get out of here. The more you ran through the venue, the drunker you realized you were as you quickly became very lost. You found yourself in a relatively empty hallway filled with music equipment and stagehands. You did not give a shit. Your back hit the stone wall and you began to sob into your hands. You didn’t care that your mascara was running down your cheeks or that you sounded like a dying animal, you felt like absolute shit. So, the tears flowed more than they have in the past five years. You felt like a stupid young girl again. 

You were so hung up in your thoughts that you didn’t seem to hear footsteps coming down the hallway. You definitely did not notice when they stopped in front of you.

“Never thought I’d see you again.” The tears froze. You did not want to look up but your body betrayed you. There he was, looking as handsome as ever. You sniffed, trying to recompose yourself.

“Believe me, this was not my idea.” His face seemed expressionless.

“Then why are you even here?” There was disappointment in his voice. You weren’t sure if it was because of you, the situation or God knows what. 

“I honestly don’t know,” You brushed a hand across your cheek. “God I knew I shouldn’t have come.” You start to turn away but feel a hand grab onto your wrist.

“No,” His voice boomed through the empty hallway, making it feel full, “I’m glad you came.” You didn’t pull away from his touch, instead you turned to him, finally getting the courage to look into his eyes again. Even when his face seemed blank, his eyes always gave him away. 

“Nikki, you haven’t seen me in five years. You don’t even know who I am anymore.” That’s when you noticed him look down at your hand. More specially, at your wedding ring. You did not know what to do. Apologize? Laugh? Cry? You never thought you would have to have this conversation. You could tell he didn’t think so too. His posture stiffened as he took your hand into his, rolling the ring around in his finger.

“I guess I don’t,” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it, “What’s his name?”

“Chris,” He looked up at you again. Your eyes had not left his face.

“When did this happen?” 

“A few months after you…” Your voice trailed off as your mind was filled with the image of Nikki’s lips on that girl. He could see where your mind was going and let go of your hand. You pulled it close to your chest like a security blanket. You did not know what to say, so your mind went to the first thing that makes you happy every morning. 

“I have a daughter.” Your hand plunged into your purse, pulling out a picture of your beautiful little girl, “Her name is Sonja, she’s six months old.” His hands wrapped around the photograph. His eyes stared at the picture of your baby. He could not seem to look at anything else except your smiling little girl. 

“Why are you showing me this?” He looked back up at you, his eyes now filled with anger.

“I-I just-” 

“Why the fuck are you showing me this?” He screamed, throwing the picture on the ground, “Are you trying to make me jealous of your fucking perfect family? I get it, you have the white picket fence life and some small-dicked corporate husband who doesn’t know how to fuck you. It’s really perfect isn’t it?” You could feel the rage building up in you. 

“Hey, it’s not your place to be jealous.” You wanted to hit him. “You lost that right when you fucked that whore!”

“Oh and now you want to have this argument again,” He stepped closer to you. “I’m a fucking rockstar, (Y/N). How can you expect women to not throw themselves at me?” He was in your face now.

“They don’t want you Nikki! They just want to use you as some story to tell.” He let out a bitter laugh.

“At least those girls are doing something with their lives instead of taking on the role as some bored fucking housewife. Who even are you anymo-” You didn’t want to hear it. Your hand made contact with his cheek. You both froze in shock, unsure of what to do next. 

“Shut the fuck up Nikki.” It came out as a whisper. You wanted to walk away now, but you couldn’t. He took a deep breath before bending down and picking the picture back up. He held it in his hands, grasping it like it was his. He looked back down at your daughter’s face.

“She really is beautiful,” He fidgeted with the edges of the photograph, not letting his eyes leave it, “Just like her mom.” 

“Yeah, she is.” He looked back up at you.

“I really thought that…” He paused, his eyes going to the ground. “You and I would be having one of these one day.” And there he was. The Nikki you always came back to.

“I did too.” His hand reached out and touched yours. Your fingers immediately entangled.

“I loved you so much, (Y/N),” Your eyes met again. “I still do.”

“I think I should go.” You didn’t want to but you had to. For Sonja. 

“I understand, Sonja needs a mom.” You nodded, took your hand back and turned away, ready to walk down that hallway. Before you could take your first step, you felt a pair of familiar hands grasp your waist and turn you around. Then his lips touched yours. The passion that was there all those years ago was still in that kiss. You couldn’t help but let your hand rest on his cheek, just like you used to. Every bone in your body wanted to stay. To run away with this imperfectly perfect man. When his lips left yours, your breath seemed to catch and hold in your throat. His forehead touched yours.

“I’ll always love you, Nikki,” A tear rolled down your cheek, “Always.” His thumb dried it away. 

“Go home, baby.” And that was goodbye. Goodbye from the rockstar life. Goodbye from your youth.

Goodbye from Nikki.

[defdaily]

[TRANSLATION] W KOREA Magazine November 2015 issue x GOT7

Translated by haetbitmark

From JYP Entertainment that has not debuted a new male idol group in long time, GOT7, the 7-membered group debuted grandly in January last year. Be it from their debut song ‘Girls Girls Girls’ and even the song ‘Just Right’ that was released in the summer, they are always simple and cutely confessing, showing a boy(ish) side. This is probably why, compared to their older songs, GOT7 that returned with the song ‘If You Do’ that feels more masculine, seem different somehow. It hasn’t even been 2 years since they stood on their debut stage but during this period, the boys have turned into men. And here, the things that then 7 men have not been able to show, the things they want to do, are still aplenty.

W: You are currently diligently promoting ‘If You Do’. Compared to the somewhat cute and lively ‘Just Right’, this song feels definitely more masculine. What were your thoughts the first time you heard the song?

Jr.: I was on the fence. Of course it was good but it is so different from the songs we’ve been doing so I was worried that the fans would hate it. But after shooting and looking at the MV, I (realised) worried uselessly.

Youngjae: I think this fits GOT7’s style more. The songs that we’ve released so far are pretty much similar generally; I’ve wanted to try something strong and different so I’m excited that we’re able to promote with this song.

Jackson: This song is really strong. Isn’t it just a ‘man(ly) song’? When I first heard it, I thought “Ah, this is our style!”

W: To GOT7, ‘If You Do’ is a song style that fits you more?

JB: Compared to ‘Just Right’, this song feels more comfortable. Since we are guys, it feels more natural to be acting manly than to be acting cute.

BamBam: During my trainee period, I practiced a lot with songs that are similar in style to ‘If You Do’. Therefore, when we first released ‘Girls Girls Girls’ and songs that are lively and cute, there were difficulties. Because we pretty much did not practice for that kind of songs. But now, since we’re able to show to the fans something we’ve practiced a lot for, it’s even better.

Yugyeom: Of course it seems like the fans would like any (type of) songs we do. We’re really thankful for that.

W: Previously, on a portal site, there was a GOT7 fan that said, “If you watch this and you don’t end up like GOT7, you should just leave Earth” and uploaded a “fandom entrance” video. Clicking on the link, it was the choreography video for ‘Just Right’. Do you remember recording for that?

JB: After schedules, we returned to the practice room and recorded it to the best of our abilities and the response were good. For us, when we get excited, we’re usually the type to get really excited. Therefore, we recorded that really excitedly. I don’t really know why the fans especially like this video (laughs).

Youngjae: I guess the fans like it more because it included sides of us that were more natural/laid back?

Jr.: For music videos, it’s been edited several times and it’s a put-together version but for that video, I think we were all a little more honest (relatable). We weren’t wearing our stage outfits, we didn’t have heavy makeup on so we looked more natural/laid back.

W: Have you thoughts of why your fans like you out of the 7 members in GOT7? What do you think your fans like best about you?

Jackson: Probably because I’m honest. How about this? We go around and talk about each other’s most attractive point. Firstly, I think they like Yugyeomie because he’s innocent. (Yugyeom: It’s been a while since that innocent disappeared.) For BamBam, his style is great and he has exceptional fashion sense. His proportions are great so whatever he puts on looks cool. For Mark hyung, his mysteriousness is his advantage. The silence is great.

BamBam: Mark is just handsome (laughs). Also, like Jackson hyung said, when he doesn’t speak he’s able to maintain the mysterious image which is a huge advantage. The other members and I talk a lot so the fans know a lot about us but on the other hand, since Mark doesn’t speak much there are still a lot of things the fans don’t know about him. Therefore, they are more curious about him. But for me, they’re no longer curious about me (laughs).

W: We don’t know if you still remember this but in the early days of your debut, on a rolling paper, you all wrote each other’s characteristic and (that) is still around on the net. It’s memorable how everyone did not leave out “Good leader” when talking about JB.

Jr.: JB hyung is someone who has enough existence (presence?) to lead GOT7 as a leader. Also, another reason why we wrote that was - if we wrote it like that, hyung would be able to see it right? We also included it so that when he sees it, he will be more responsible for the future. Therefore if I were to say it again, it’s this: Half of it is me really thinking he’s a good leader and the other half is engraving (telling) “you are a good leader” (to JB).

W: Then we would like to ask JB. Isn’t it hard being a leader?

Jr.: I want to answer this instead. I’ve looked into JB hyung’s heart (laughs). The answer is, “It’s really hard”. This is because, how much do guys in their late teens and early twenties listen (to instructions)? Just gathering everyone together itself is a difficult task. You really can’t say it’s easy.

JB: But for me, I don’t exactly feel it’s hard. Ah of course, in the beginning it was hard. Usually, wherever I go, I would be the maknae (youngest) so I wasn’t used to taking care of the younger ones. But now, between us members, our opinions matches and we have no problem communicating with one another. I don’t need to worry about any one person too.

W: During other male idols interview, when we asked what their personal goals were, pretty much everyone said “end of the year awards”, “to hold a large concert”. However, there was someone who said, “I really want to earn a lot of money”. Therefore, we’d like to ask GOT7 members. If you managed to earn way more than you do now, what would you want to do?

JB: To be honest, I don’t have the greed to earn much money like that. If I had to have a goal, then it’ll be to provide a home for my parents. Since young, we’ve been very close to my aunt so I’d like to provide a home for my aunt’s family too. Also, it’ll be great if I have my own place, and I’d like to have a working studio in my house. (Jr.: Then you’d need to earn a lot. A whole lot.) It’s not a simple dream. Working hard after starting this work/job, I want to achieve at least that.

Jackson: I want to let my parents travel around the world. I really want to do that before they get older.

Yugyeom: I want to ensure that my parents are able to live comfortably without worrying about money.

Mark: Honestly, there’s a watch I’d like to buy. I think it’s something I can only buy after a lot of time has passed. Firstly, I’d like to earn a lot of money to buy a really huge house in the States.

BamBam: I’ve actually achieved one of my goals. Would I look pretentious saying it out? (laughs) I’ve bought a 2-storey house in Thailand. I chose everything from the wallpaper, floor tiles to the furniture so it’s a home that I feel a stronger attachment to.

Youngjae: If I have a lot of money now, I’ll start with changing the car(s) GOT7 travel in. To a really good car. This is on the assumption I have really a lot of money.

W: In 10 years time, you will mostly be turning 30. Have you thought about what you’d be like in 10 years time?

JB: I don’t know. If like mentioned earlier, I’m able to provide for my own accommodation, I’ll probably be working on music at home. But I don’t think I’d live a life like a popular star or celebrity. I just want to live quietly making good music. Of course this could be different depending on situation.

Jr.: I’ve not thought about life in 10 years but I’ve thought about life in 20 years. Ah, now thinking about it, in 10 years, I’ll probably be doing my military service. (JB: Ah, then I should make a correction too. We’ll probably all be doing our military service in 10 years.)

Mark: Around that period, wouldn’t we have married and have a new family?

BamBam: I want to open a restaurant. Right now in Thailand, my family has a restaurant but I want to open my own restaurant. Like how I decorated the house personally, if I could decorate the interior with my own hands, I don’t have anything else I wish for.

W: After the release of your new album, it seems like you’re busily spending your days. Earlier, you reached the studio close to 7PM but for some of the members, you were eating your first meal for the day. In this state, what are the ways you relieve stress.

Youngjae: I like playing games. I play really various games but lately I’ve been mostly playing FIFA Online or Winning. When I’m playing Winning, I play a lot with JB hyung or the manager hyung but sometimes I play with Jackson hyung too.

JB: I think I just sleep? I’m the type to release my stress by sleeping. Sometimes I play games on my mobile phone too. The game I’ve been into lately is ‘Mu Origin’.

Jr.: I like watching movies. I especially like watching them alone. I absolutely can’t watch movies with someone else. It’s important to focus only on the movie. I don’t even buy popcorn. Lately, there have been a lot of schedules that I’ve not been able to go to the theatres so I’ve bought movies off on my phone and watch it there. Yesterday, after a long while, I re-watched ‘Toy Story’ that I used to watch when I was younger.

Jackson: I don’t usually get stressed out. I’m the type to always try to think positively.

W: It’ll be almost dawn by the time filming is done. What will you do when you head back to the dorm?

JB: It’s probably different based on our conditions but in this condition now, I think I’ll be going to sleep.

Jr. I’ll shower first. Since I need to remove the makeup (laughs). And then I’ll finish up the movie I was watching yesterday. (W: Toy Story?) Ah I finished that, now I’m watching ‘The Thieves’.

BamBam: Yesterday too I pretty much stayed up all night, so I should quickly head to bed.

Mark: I’ll first play with the dog for a while.

Translated by haetbitmark

[tiffanytheswiftie]

So every year on my birthday I kind of like to recap my year, and since I'm turning 29, I decided to model this year's after the Elle article Taylor Swift did at 29 entitled "30 Things I Learned Before Turning 30."

@taylorswift @taylornation

1. It's okay if people don't get my interests.

Over the years, I sometimes tried to hide my interests because I was worried people would think they were weird or wouldn’t understand them. It always seemed like a lot of my interests fell out of the “ordinary” interests of those around me. But I’ve learned that’s okay, and it’s okay if people don’t get it. If I enjoy it, that’s all that matters. Like the song says, if it makes me happy, it can’t be that bad.

2. I can love my body while also wanting to make it healthier/look better.

I have struggled with body image and my weight for the majority of my life, and I have always believed the biggest struggle was the mental aspect of it all. I thought I could only appreciate my body once it got to how I wanted it to look (which, it never has). I hated it. However, I realize now that the best way to improve it, is to love it, and appreciate it for what it does for me already.

3. It's not malicious to cut out toxic people.

Cutting out toxic people is hard, but necessary. I’m not calling someone up and saying, “I’m never talking to you again,” or completely ghosting them, however I no longer involve them in most aspects of my life. It’s freeing and better for my mental health.

4. Traveling is so important.

It’s no secret that I love traveling. I want to visit every continent (minus Antarctica), experience different cultures, see history, and experience new things. It’s important to open up my mind and broaden my horizons, and something I recommend everyone to do. It’s good to meet people from all over the world who live different lives and come from different lifestyles and philosophies. Plus, traveling is just so fun! Like Donna says in Mamma Mia 2, “life is short, and the world is wide, I want to make some memories.”

5. My path can and will change often.

When I first started trying to decide on a major for college, I seriously thought about at least 12 different career paths. And what I chose wasn’t even included in those at the time. Point is, my path will change often. My dreams will change often. And that’s okay! It doesn’t mean I failed, it just means my path has shifted onto something different. My initial dream may have just been setting me up to go down a certain path.

6. My life isn't on a timeline.

Honestly this is probably the hardest lesson I had to learn. Everyone, myself included, seems to put life on a timeline. I thought by a certain age I had to have a degree, I had to be married, I had to have kids, I had to have traveled to a certain amount of places, etc. and if I didn’t then it just wouldn’t happen. I hear people talk about other people and where they are in life. But no one’s life is on a timeline, and everyone’s big moments will happen differently. The only time it’s ever really “too late” is when I’m dead. And I’m not dead. I’m very much alive.

7. I need to be able to look forward to things.

Sometimes life can seem monotonous. Every day looks the same, and it can really wear me down. I always try to make sure I have something to look forward to. It could be something big, like a trip or Christmas, or something small, like watching a new movie. Either way, I keep a countdown app in my phone, and I look at it on days I feel like my life is doing nothing. I always make sure there’s something I can look forward to.

8. It's possible to be both brave and terrified.

My mantra in life has always been “Fearless.” I got it from a Taylor Swift quote when I was about 17 years old that says, “Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.” While I’ve always loved that quote and have used that word to overcome fears, it took me awhile to actually be able to fully embrace the idea of being fearless.

9. Water is good for the soul.

Drink water. It’s not only good for the soul, it’s good for staying alive. Hydrate before you die-drate. There’s nothing more satisfying then getting a big gulp of cool water.

10. I shouldn't care what people think of me.

This is something we’re preached our entire lives, yet often we still worry about the people who judge us. And that’s crazy. I only get one life and going through it worried about what someone thinks of me is a stupid way to live.

I think I can best sum this lesson up with the words from Sebastian Stan in Houston, “Don’t care about what other people say about you, just really don’t give a damn…you have to ultimately go ‘I’m doing this’ and people aren’t going to like that. Not everyone’s going to like what I do. So…who gives a f***? You know, if it feels good to you, and you’re helping somebody, or you’re not harming anybody, you’re being kind, you’re being considerate, then that’s it. That’s all you need.”

11. If someone judges me for my appearance, they are the ones with a problem.

One thing that has hindered me through the years is my fear of someone judging my appearance. I’ve let it affect every aspect of my life. For so long, I wouldn’t go to certain events, talk to certain people, participate in certain activities, travel certain places, date, go to restaurants, do fun things like dancing or swimming, etc. (and some I still don’t) because of being afraid people would judge how much fat is on my body. And I recognize that’s not a good way to go through life, and if someone judges me for that, they are the ones with the issue, not me. In the words of Brianna Wiest, “Focus on what your body does more than what it looks like doing it.” And I’ve been trying to live those words.

12. I need to live in the present, not the future.

I tend to freak myself out by thinking either too far ahead or about things that haven’t (and might not) even happen. I think about what age I’ll be in 10, 20, 30 years. I’ll think about what might go wrong with something at some point. It’s not healthy, I will drive myself crazy overthinking about this. One of the biggest things I’ve learned is to live in the now. It’s good to have future plans or be prepared for the future, but never forget to live in the present. Focus on the now. Live now.

13. It's good to try different things to figure out if I'm interested or not.

It’s so good to try different things out to discover if it’s something I enjoy or not, something I want to pursue or not, etc. It’s so easy to sign up for a class, look up a tutorial, or just get out and try. I have tried a lot of things in my life that ended up not being what I decided to put all of my energy into, but that’s a good thing. I don’t have to ask myself “what if?” and some of it I still enjoy doing as a hobby.

14. Writing is good for my mental health.

If you follow me on any social media, or are reading this right now, then you probably know that I tend to write things out often. I enjoy writing. It’s one of the ways I express myself, and it’s good for me. It’s therapeutic. I write when I’m excited, happy, or sad. I write out poetry or songs or just short little essays. I enjoy it, a lot, and I’m glad I’ve embraced it.

15. Read as much as possible.

Reading is good for so many reasons. It makes me smarter, it makes my brain more active, and it takes me into different worlds. It also lets me experience things or understand things I might not have otherwise. It helps to stop my mind to slow down and focus on one thing. Reading is important for everyone. It can be a novel, a short story, a magazine, whatever. Just read.

16. A good night's sleep can make a huge difference.

Trying to get a good night’s sleep just makes the next day better and is good for my mental and physical health overall. I’ve had crazy sleep schedules, sometimes from work hours but mostly because I’m an anxious night owl who pushed myself to stay awake and watch movies rather than going to sleep. I honestly feel better now that I’ve got myself on a better sleep schedule.

17. I should push myself out of my comfort zone but also know my limits.

I would have missed out on a lot if I hadn’t pushed myself out of my comfort zone, and I hope to do it even more in this next decade. It’s good to run towards some of the things that terrify but fascinate me. However, it’s also good to know that everyone has limits. It’s good if I can recognize situations or places that always make me feel uncomfortable and to try and keep myself out of that environment.

18. Music and concerts are therapeutic.

Music has been a part of so many aspects of my life (as it is for many). It’s played on road trips, at parties, at big life events, in my room, in the movies I love watching, and the list goes on. It’s no surprise that music is therapeutic and something so many people can relate to and love. One of my favorite parts about music is getting to go to concerts. Taylor Swift, Julia Michaels, Aly & AJ, Miranda Lambert, Britney Spears, Demi Lovato, and Selena Gomez are just some of the artists I’ve been lucky enough to see in my life, and whose concerts let me really let loose, and just be in the moment and feel all the feelings. And that’s great, and something I hope I get to experience quite often in the next decade and beyond.

19. It's important to be knowledgeable about the world.

This can be looked at in two different ways.

On one hand, learning about other cultures and places is interesting and important on opening up the mind and broadening horizons (kind of like what I stated about traveling). It’s cool to see how people live, talk, what customs they have, etc. and to recognize that while we’re all different, we also all have a lot of things in common.

On the other hand, it’s important to be knowledgeable of the issues in the world. It’s good to know what big concerns there are and learning about them so I can see where I stand on it as well as knowing what I can do to help people. For example, with refugee crisis, knowing what is going on in their country and what they are facing so I can look into what I can do to help provide assistance (such as donating, raising awareness, praying, etc. We can all do something). It’s important.

20. Be active in politics and be respectful with politics.

Being active in politics is vital to helping shape the present and future. Being educated about issues, empathizing with people, being aware, opening up my world to be bigger, and having an open mind is all important when approaching politics. It’s also imperative that I make sure I am always respectful when doing this. If I disagree with someone, I don’t attack them. If someone attacks me, I ignore them. If you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. Don’t play stupid games.

21. Dog videos and cat videos will always make me feel better.

There’s not much to say about this except it’ll always make me happy and dogs and cats are so cute and deserve all the best things in the world. Also please send any and all dog and cat videos my way.

22. It’s so good to get to meet people from different backgrounds, lifestyles, cultures, etc.

Through traveling and living several different places, I’ve been lucky enough to meet people from all over the world. This has opened up my mind and has helped me to be able to recognize the different issues people face. It has helped me see so many lifestyles and values and I have learned a lot about the world through these people. I am thankful for them.

23. Being open about mental health is so important.

I have social anxiety disorder and major depressive disorder, AKA anxiety and depression. I’ve talked about this a lot in the past few years, however it took me awhile to get to that point. I was first diagnosed at 17 and it wasn’t until I was about 25 that I finally was able to be open about it and talk about it (and I have to thank Jared Padalecki for being a huge reason I was able to do that through his words and Always Keep Fighting campaign).

Mental health isn’t just about diagnosable disorders, though. Everyone has mental health, just as everyone has physical health. Mental health is just as important as physical health and should be treated as so. It’s okay if a couple days need to be taken to feel better. It’s okay to not be okay, as cliché as that sounds. The more open people are about mental health, the more awareness there will be, and that will lead to healthier minds.

24. Encouraging friends is something that should be done daily.

Let me repeat that, ENCOURAGING FRIENDS IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE DONE DAILY. Everyone needs encouragement. Uplifting others is the easiest thing a person can do that can make such a big impact. Uplift them, encourage them. I am genuinely so proud of so many of my friends, and I try to tell them that often.

25. Watching movies will always be my joy and therapy.

I watch a lot of movies. A lot. And it’s because I genuinely love them. I find so much joy and entertainment being able to escape into different worlds and lives and situations for a couple hours. I also turn to them when I am sad or dealing with anxiety and depression and need something to help me. They are therapeutic. They are fun. I am thankful they exist, and I don’t care if that sounds weird to someone (see #1). I also love learning about them and knowing different aspects of them, such as how a scene was filmed or how an actor approached the character. Random challenge: when watching one of your favorite movies, take yourself out of the story for a minute and just watch the characters on screen as actors. It’ll blow your mind on how talented they are.

26. Creativity can be expressed in a lot of ways.

I’m a relatively creative person and sometimes it feels like I can’t find a way to express that, which makes me go crazy. I used to think I had to have a specific and grand outlet in order to express creativity, but that’s not true. I can express my creativity in the clothes I wear, the things I write, in painting or making bracelets, in photography and videography, or even in every day conversation. There are so many ways to express it, and none of them are wrong or not enough. I’ll do me and you do you.

27. It's good to have people who inspire me, but I shouldn't put them on a pedestal.

A lot of different people inspire me. Some are family, some are friends, some are musical artists, some are actors, some are YouTube creators, some are activists, some are just random people on Instagram or Twitter or wherever, and the list goes on. And it’s great to be inspired by other people. It’s nice to have people to look up to or who inspire me to be myself or express myself. However, it’s always important not to put them on a pedestal. Nobody is perfect. We’re all people.

28. Be kind, be empathetic, be patient, but stand up for myself.

Kindness, empathy, and patience are all things we should strive to have. I always try my hardest to be kind to everyone (sometimes I fail, like everyone, but I try). I have realized I have a lot of empathy, which is great and I’m thankful that I have that. I’m working on patience with myself, but I do try to be patient with other people. However, I also need to know when to stand up for myself. Sometimes people mistake kindness for weakness and try to push me down; I shouldn’t let them do that. I can still be kind while standing firm.

29. I may never understand a struggle someone's going through but that doesn't mean it's not real.

Often times when people talk about their struggles, I see others say, “well I have never experienced that or have seen that so it must not be true.” And that’s a poor way of thinking.

For example, as a white person, I’ll never fully understand the struggles and obstacles that racial minorities face. But it’s so, so important I still recognize that those struggles and obstacles exist and do my part in trying to help improve them. Another example is that a man will never fully understand the struggles and obstacles I face as a woman, but they should still recognize that those things are real.

30. I know that age is just a number and turning 30 next year just gives me a new decade to look forward to.

And last but not least, turning 29 shouldn’t be a scary thing. Age shouldn’t make anyone sad or feel like they have failed at life or something for not reaching a certain point (see #6). People put too much emphasis on age sometimes and it’s ridiculous. I’m 29. I’ll be 30 next year. It doesn’t mean anything except that I’m given a new slate to start a new decade of my life, and that should excite me, not scare me. So here’s to 29, I hope my last year in my 20s is great…but I have a feeling my 30s will be even greater.

[buckleyy--diazz]

Here's some Narry inspired by a conversation I was having with @prettyinsoulpunk about Shawn wearing Harry's old clothes and accidentally outing them and this happened...

Enjoy 😄

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"I fucked up" 

Niall yawned and rubbed his face with his hands before dropping his phone on the nightstand. Whatever Shawn had done he could deal with it when it wasn't five in the morning. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Harry's warm body and pressed his face against the naked skin of his back. Harry moved and Niall tightened his arms around him. They were both so busy at the moment Niall wanted to enjoy the few days he had with Harry before he had to leave again to film his new music video. Niall also needed to go back to Ireland for a golf event so they would be apart again and Niall was dreading the moment Harry would pack his bags. He knew he would be back. Long gone were the days when Harry disappeared and Niall didn't know the next time he would see or even hear from Harry but he couldn't help but think about it whenever he and Harry had to go separate ways.

Niall was about to fall back asleep when his phone dinged again and again

"What 's it?" Mumbled Harry sleepily and Niall sighed. 

"Dunno, Shawn's havin' a crisis or somethin."

"Turn off the sound of your phone."

Niall reluctantly let go of Harry's body and reached for his phone when it dinged again. There were three notifications from Shawn and Niall noticed his Twitter mentions were also blowing up. Oh this meant no good. He suddenly felt very awake and against his better judgement he decided to open Shawn's messages.

"I'm so sorry"

"Please don't hate me"

"It wasn't on purpose"

Niall read each texts a few times and only leaving him more confused. Niall debated for a second if opening Twitter was really a good idea at five am but Niall pressed on the notification and it brought him directly to his mentions page. Niall immediately regretted his decision and suddenly Shawn's messages were making much more sense even if Niall still had no idea what happened. 

Narry is real @clarahoran2 

Thank you @ShawnMendes for confirming what we knew all along @NiallOfficial @Harry_Styles

ASDFGHJKL IT'S REAL @CarolinaESNY

I FUCKDKING JNEW IT!!!!! @NiallOfficial @Harry_Styles 

Shawn is the real MVP @NarryHoranStyles

@NiallOfficial @Harry_Styles ASFDHFKFLLJFJHSHAAS!!!?!??!!! IS IT TRUUUUUE????!????? PLS NIALL ANSWER ME!!!!!

Niall's mentions were going on like that forever, there were hundreds if not thousands of mentions asking about him and Harry and as much as it was a daily occurrence it was never like that and almost every Tweets also mentioned Shawn. What the hell has he done? Niall closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No matter what Shawn had said or done it looked like it was too late anyway. Niall turned his head and looked at Harry who was still sleeping peacefully next to him completely unaware about the shit show he would wake up to later. 

Niall and Harry had both agreed to keep their relationship on the down low for now, feeling that a coming out would eclipse the news of their new albums coming out soon. They wanted to release their new albums and then announce each of their tour and then they wanted to come out. Everything was planned, they had interviews scheduled, Niall with James on the Late Late show and Harry with Grimmy. It was supposed to be perfect until Shawn did...something?

Niall turned his attention back to his mobile in his hand, he closed Twitter and opened Google and searched his name. Bad idea probably but he needed to know. Every headline looked the same.

Former One Direction members Niall Horan and Harry Styles together? The news confirmed by a close friend of the couple. Click here to know everything.

Shawn Mendes spills the tea on what's really going on between Niall Horan and Harry Styles after they were spotted together at a concert.

Shawn Mendes is wearing Harry Styles' old clothes, he reveals where he got them and confirm what we already knew. Exclusive video.

Niall rolled his eyes. Every headlines were more ridiculous than the previous but this time they were all real. Headlines about him and Harry usually mentioned a band reunion or why the band had broken up not this. Niall knew Shawn wouldn't betray them, he knew he could trust him. Or at least he hoped because sadly in this business Niall had learned the harsh way you couldn't always trust people even close friends. Niall clicked on the link for the article claiming they had an exclusive video and Niall scrolled until he found it at the bottom of the page. He didn't bother reading what the article said. Niall pressed play and waited for the video to load. 

The image was frozen on Shawn, he was wearing one of Harry's old shirts. The black Saint Laurent one with white little flowers embroidered on it, it was one of Shawn's favourite pieces from Harry's closet. Harry had a closet full of old clothes that he didn't wear anymore since they did not fit his actual style and Shawn had found it in Niall's LA house. Harry told him he was welcome to wear whatever he liked as long as he was careful with them and put them back in the closet since even if he didn't wear them anymore he still loved these pieces a lot. 

The video started, it was Shawn getting out of a club. He was with Brian and Justin and there were a few girls obviously waiting for him. Shawn was smiling widely, clearly drunk, he was talking to the girls and taking pictures with them while one of their friends was filming. 

"I like your shirt," one of the girls said, "it looks like something Harry would wear."

Shawn was grinning from ear to ear when he answered excitedly "it is Harry's shirt, got it from Niall actually."

At the second the words escaped Shawn's mouth his smile fell off his face. Niall could see the moment Shawn realised what he had just said. It was obviously an accident. A very unfortunate accident but Niall knew he had been right and Shawn had not betrayed their trust. Niall closed the video and turned off the sound of his phone. He placed the phone back on the nightstand and closed his eyes. He knew he wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night, Niall could hear the bird slowly waking up and Harry would be next. It was getting close to six and Harry usually woke up at 6:30 for his morning run or yoga. If Niall fell back asleep Harry would wake up to hundreds of notification on his phone too and he would get confused or angry so it was for the best if Niall stayed awake so he could announce the news to Harry himself. For a short moment Niall was tempted to just erase the notifications from Harry's phone and pretend like nothing had happened but he couldn't do that. 

Niall stayed on his back, his hands crossed on his stomach and his eyes wide open. He fixed ceiling fan the ceiling until he felt almost dizzy and Harry starting to stir in his sleep. Niall knew Harry would be awake in a few minutes and he had absolutely no idea how he would tell him. How do you tell your boyfriend one of your close friends had accidentally outed you and your relationship? Harry surely would not be happy about this. He cherished his privacy and liked to do things on his own terms. 

The moment Harry woke up and realised he did not have Niall's arms wrapped around himself he turned around, his eyes still half closed.

"Niall, everything fine?" 

"No," sighed Niall, "we're gonna need to cancel some plans."

"What plans? What do you mean?" yawned Harry, confused.

"Our coming out plan," replied Niall avoiding to look at Harry.

"What? Why? Are you breaking up with me?" Harry asked, panicked and Niall should really have thought a little bit longer about how he was gonna tell Harry.

Niall turned on his side to look at Harry and tried to smile, he couldn't let Harry think that.

"No love, no. Sorry I didn't want to scare you but I did not sleep much. Let me start again."

Harry didn't look convinced but he didn't pull away when Niall reached for his hands. Niall leaned in and pressed a kiss on Harry's knuckles before speaking again.

"Do you remember a few hours ago when Shawn texted me?"

"You said something about a crisis?"

Niall nodded nervously, his eyes fixing the wall behind Harry instead of his eyes.

"He fucked up and he," Niall stopped himself to think about his next words but there was no easy way to say this," he accidentally outed us."

"He what?!" Shouted Harry, "How could he do that to us?"

Niall calmed down Harry and explained everything, he took his phone and showed him the video so he could see for himself that it really was an accident. When Niall dropped his phone between them on the bed Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair a few times.

"Are you mad?" Harry asked.

"No, can't stay mad at the kid. Wish he had been more careful but m'not mad. Are you?"

"Not really, maybe a little I don't know."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I think we have two options," said Harry and Niall hummed for Harry to continue, "we can speak to his manager and with our respective team to shut the story down but it will look suspicious and people will be mad when we come out in a few months or we tell the truth now and deal with it. We wanted to come out anyway now or in a few months," sighed Harry. 

Harry was right and Niall smiled. It was not ideal and they both knew it but it was better than lying to their fans. Harry was amazing and Niall loved him so much. Harry squeezed Niall's hands and pressed a quick kiss to Niall's lips.

"I'll do whatever you decide pet."

"Let's deal with it now then."

Niall nodded and smiled again. Harry turned his body to reach for his phone and opened the camera. He snapped a selfie without warning Niall of what he was doing. He showed the selfie to Niall and it was perfect. Niall was smiling and looking at Harry who was looking directly at the camera a small smile on his lips. Harry sent it to Niall and they decided they would both post it at the same time on their respective social media account. Their team would be mad at them for doing this but they could deal with the consequences later.

As soon as the picture was posted their phone started blowing up again and Niall remembered he had never replied to Shawn's messages. Poor kid was probably panicking and thinking Niall and Harry were hating him. Niall typed a quick and simple "That was stupid but I don't hate you" and hit send. Niall turned his attention back to Harry and pushed him on his back and straddled his hips.

Harry arched an eyebrow and smirked.

"I don't think going out for a run is a good idea this morning but I know another way to keep you in shape," said Niall. 

"I like the way you think," replied Harry before grabbing Niall by the back of his head to kiss him.

[blackandwhitedays]

hello

woah... it’s been over two years since i’ve logged into this blog.

i didn’t think i’d be able to recover it. thankfully i’ve been using the same five(ish) passwords for the past four years.

so much has changed since i first began posting. although, i only made about three posts. it’s not uncommon for me to come up with some bright idea to start a blog/journal then forget about it after a few entries.

 where do i even begin?

well, i graduated. and the boy i mentioned in one of my first posts? we are going on two and a half years together. crazy stuff. he was my saving grace through my last few months of high school. i don’t know what i would have done without him.

i used to post on another website called my-diary, where i updated about my life a lot more. reading those posts made my chest ache. i genuinely felt like i couldn’t breathe. suddenly, i was in high school again, overwhelmed and suicidal with no one to talk to. yeah, shit was rough to say the least.

i lost all my friends in february of my senior year. so, yeah, about two years ago now. i couldn’t really remember the details, but rereading my old entries helped jog my memory. it was all childish drama, as i suspected. my friends thought i was petty and secretly hated them, so they dropped me. i was already disliked by my entire graduating class, and suddenly i had absolutely no one. i sat alone everywhere i went. my guidance counselor accused me of sabotaging my own relationships. which now i understand as a symptom of my extreme anxiety and fear. i would destroy my relationships with others before they could hurt me first. but that’s not what i did with my friends in school. i cared for them a lot. they were all i had at the time. and they were perfectly okay with abandoning me at my lowest point because they were selfish from the start, i was just too desperate to see it.

it still chokes me up thinking about everything. i sometimes get into these weird obsessive states where i will purposely go back and reflect on my high school times and get really depressed. i don’t know why i do it. i’m so much better now than i ever was then. yet it’s like i enjoy hurting myself sometimes. perhaps to make sure i’m still capable of emoting like i used to.

but anyways, let’s talk about the now. i graduated and basically made a massive “fuck you high school and fuck everyone who hurt me.” you better believe i was the talk of the town. i got about thirty comments praising my bravery, then the next morning the hate started flowing in. people called me retarded, a dumbass, a liar, etc. all the good stuff. called me a slut for wearing crop tops. and my mother, who was so worried what others would think of HER because of the post, kicked me out. i lived on ben’s couch for several days. it was a nightmare. i thought i had hit rock bottom.

but shit moved on. i moved away and started going to college. my mom eventually apologized for being a selfish bitch about the whole situation. i forgave her, even though i don’t know if i’ll ever fully be able to. ben moved with me and got his own apartment in the same town. i ran out of money after the first semester and nowhere would give me more loans, so i had to drop out and move in with ben. we both worked as much as we could and moved back in with our parents for about a month. then we saved up and got our own apartment in a bigger city. which is where we are now. ben has a really great job working in masonry. he’s making ridiculously good money, though he has no clue how to budget and is constantly broke. i am a supervisor of a program that helps people with disabilities and brain injuries. i also make good money. i’m saving up to go back to school this fall. our apartment is small and owned by a sketchy property management company who is absolutely going to rob us of our $1,000 deposit. we also have a dog by the name of winston. he is the love of my life and i adore him more than anything in this world. 

my life has done a complete 180. there’s no denying that. the only thing that could make it better is having some friends. yep, two years later i still haven’t made a long term friend. i think it’s due to a combination of moving around a lot, working constantly, and somewhat isolating myself due to fear of getting hurt again. ben and i thought we made friends with some people living in our building. they were a couple and were pretty great for about a month. we had cooking nights where we made dinner, went hiking and exploring different cities, and hung out all the time. then the girl decided to pick a fight because apparently we opened her messages and didn’t reply right away and it upset her. i tried explaining that we’re both insanely busy and sometimes we check our phones in the spur of the moment but don’t get time to actually type out a reply. then she got even more upset and said “guess i’m not allowed to have an opinion then?” and started subtweeting about me on twitter. she also refused to talk it out in person and would only discuss it through snapchat. just really, really childish shit. then a couple weeks later they broke up. so there went that. i sometimes still talk to her but i’m certainly not interested in pursuing a friendship. i don’t need that kind of drama in my life.

sometimes i wonder if it’s me. if i really am some crazy manipulative bitch who just has no idea that she’s on some rampage to destroy everyone’s lives. but i really don’t think so. i just want some people who can come over and watch movies, chill out, etc. then when it warms up outside, we can go hiking and smoke in the woods, go on adventures at night through the city, and eat at all the different restaurants in town. i also want friends who i can make really shitty obnoxious jokes with and they will LAUGH. is that so much to ask? apparently, it is.

i do work a lot though, which prevents me from having as much of a social life as i would like. i’ve been a pretty regular smoker of weed for going on four years now. through my junior and senior year of high school as well as in college up until now. but in these last seven months since i moved into this apartment, ben and i have smoked almost every night. and boy, have i felt the effects. i definitely feel less focused and productive. i just want to come home and be lazy. which i can’t be. my job requires me to stay sharp and be productive, so i’ve decided to cut back and make it a weekend thing. it’s hard, though, because ben smokes every. single. day. and he has no plans to change that. he tried stopping and got so depressed he was feeling suicidal again, which he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

oh, and as for ben and i? yeah, two and a half years. pretty crazy. we were all over each other for the first year and a half. we fell hard for one another. it hasn’t been perfect by any means, but it’s been a good time. 

my biggest issue in the relationship is our lack of sex. i’m a very sexually driven person. i love sexually charged attention. i love a man who will slap my ass when he passes by me, and has to resist the urge to bend me over every time i “accidentally” change in front of him. ben is really not like that. his sex drive is practically non-existent, which has taken a toll on us for sure. it’s mostly because of his depression, i think, so he’s trying to get on antidepressants. they’re also for him, of course. he wants to feel happier. hopefully, it works. 

these last few months have been a little rockier. not because we’ve been fighting more or anything. but i just feel like his heart isn’t as in it as it once was. he will deny it, of course. he claims he’s never been more in love with me. and i’m sure he genuinely believes that. but his lack of effort says otherwise. i spent $150 on concert tickets for him this valentine’s day. guess what he got me? nada. like, not even flowers. or chocolate. i’m not asking for him to break his bank on me. at all. i’m the easiest girl to please when it comes to this stuff. i just wanted to feel special. and i let him know how disappointed i was. i thought expressing my feelings would make him want to make it up to me, but he hasn’t done anything. he also hasn’t done much around the house, and i’ve been working late almost every night. i like things done a certain way, and he knows that. but you’d think he’d recognize that i’m working soo much lately and that i could use the extra help around the house. but no, i have to confront him about it which leads to him getting super defensive which leads to me getting upset which leads to a fight. then the whole night is ruined. it took an entire fight for him to finally clean up one night when i was working. which was nice. but it felt like he was doing it because i made a big deal about it, not because he actually wanted to help me out.

WARNING: Vulgar rant up ahead:

i feel like i’ve sort of began building up some resentment towards him. i hate that that’s the case. but i’m getting laid maybe twice a month. i’m nineteen years old and i am fucking HORNY. and i’m not unattractive to look at by any means. it sucks so bad when i come home and try to be subtly sexy and change in front of him and dance around and all he does is stare at his fucking phone. then when i straight-up climb on him and try to kickstart things, he says he’s tired and it’s too late. it makes me not want to come home from work. there’s nothing for me here. he doesn’t pay any attention to me. the most i see him is when he eventually passes out in my lap at 9:30 at night. it’s fucking exhausting. i’m so starved of attention. i went from being so incredibly crazy about him just a few short months ago, being so positive he was the one for me, to being almost in tears at the thought of dealing with this way of living any longer. i’m trying so hard to hold out for him to see a doctor and get on meds, but i just don’t know if it will help. he’s been on some before, and he was still sad and actually thought getting off of them would help his sex drive. but surprise, it didn’t.

i can’t imagine us breaking up. i mean, i would have to completely start over. get my own place, pay for everything on my own, etc. it would be so hard. i don’t want that to happen. but i’m fucking miserable here. i can’t rely on sitting on my fucking dildo and cuddling my dog as replacements for the love i signed up for when i entered this relationship. are we fizzling out? i don’t know. but i’m sad and angry and very, very frustrated. 

and i’ll be honest, i’m really not that sexually attracted to ben in the first place. at first, i was, but he’s basically used all his moves on me and it’s pretty repetitive when we do have sex. i can’t get off without porn anymore. which i hate. i don’t even like porn that much. but it’s the only thing that works. so, would things even improve that much if he was having sex with me all the time? i don’t know. i just know that if things haven’t turned around by the summertime, i may be looking for a new place to live.

do i sometimes yearn for the freedom that comes with being single? sure. do i sometimes wish i could get laid by someone who actually has new moves to offer? of course. but do i want to sacrifice my relationship to receive these things? that’s what i’m not sure of.

i hate to even think of losing ben. it’s terrifying. i just want to feel loved. i just want to feel appreciated for everything i do around here. i try so fucking hard. but he gets so defensive when i try talking to him and thinks he contributes just as much as me (not even fucking close). i can’t even have a civilized discussion with him because it turns into a messy ass fight. wow, this is the longest post ever. i’ve talked about a lot tonight. it feels good to get some of it off my chest. it’s been building up inside for quite some time. i hope shit gets better in regards to my relationship. i need some damn love. and fast.

[bigthighsandstupidguys]

Thank you to the lovely gems @satans-helper @mountainofthesunn @beautifulcinephile @safarimama @gretavanfic for tagging me! <3

1. What is your middle name?

Raquel

2. How old are you?

27, yes I’m ancient in Tumblr years haha

3. When is your birthday?

Feb. 23

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Pisces sun, Aries rising, Scorpio moon.

5. What is your favourite colour?

dark greenish blue, like dark teal I guess.

6. What’s your lucky number?

13

7. Do you have any pets?

My kitty cat Padmé....and there’s Obi, too, a younger, misbehaving kitty cat.

8. Where are you from?

Southern Arizona (it’s a dry heat!)

9. How tall are you?

5′1 1⁄4 “(you will pry that fourth of an inch from my cold, dead, hobbit sized hands!) also all y’all are tall af! What gives?

10. What shoe size are you?

7 or 7.5 depends on the style of shoe

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

A reasonable amount, I do believe in having shoes for every occasion.

12. What was your last dream about?

I was trying to pair a body suit with a skirt or something to attend a concert, but then a “race of superior humans” took over everything and well, the concert was no longer a priority.

13. What talents do you have?

I like to think I’m a pretty good dancer...

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I have a strong intuition, I think. 

15. Favourite song?

Today I am going to say Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty.

16. Favourite movie?

Probably Forrest Gump

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone kind and funny. A good human being who’s just trying their best.

18. Do you want children?

I think so, but not for a long, long time.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I got opinions about marriage as an institution...but if I gotta get married I think I’d want it to be somewhere outside.

20. Are you religious?

Not anymore

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Not admitted, just emergency room stuff

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

lol no

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I met an actor from a kid’s soap opera in Mexico once idk his name tho. (and i swear to god I saw Travis Barker from Blink 182 at the San Diego Zoo once, could not confirm tho)

24. Baths or showers?

Showers (but Lush bath bombs are fun and fizzly and smell good)

25. What color socks are you wearing?

barefoot rn

26. Have you ever been famous?

no, but as a toddler my picture was used in a newspaper article lol

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not really, I just want to be able to wear gorgeous gowns and walk down a red carpet and pose haha. And also be interviewed, I pretend I’m interviewed a lot in my head.

28. What type of music do you like?

I listen to a little bit of everything in spanish and english, but mostly pop, rock, soft rock, oldies, r&b, hip hop. Like shoes, there is also a playlist for every occasion. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

NOT YET!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

four

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

on my tummy, arms under my head, making a four with my legs (if you know, you know)

32. How big is your house?

big enough

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

an egg dish of some kind.

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

nerf gun lol

35. Have you ever tried archery?

No, but my middle school BF, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood was really good at that.

36. Favorite clean word?

luscious

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

24 hours i think

39. Do you have any scars?

Oh, ya...thanks Padmé

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I know of...

41. Are you a good liar?

Ha! No! My best friend says my voice gets two octaves higher when I’m lying haha

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I believe so, yes.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I mean, I’ve tried to do British, that’s what happens when you grow up watching LOTR, Harry Potter, and Pirates of the Caribbean over and over lol

44. Do you have a strong accent?

My Spanish and English are unaccented, but i’m sure when i travel to other parts of the country they know I’m “not from ‘round these parts.”

45. What is your favourite accent?

One time I heard a man from Holland speak and I’ve never heard an accent as beautiful since. But usually I like New Zealand accents.

46. What is your personality type?

Chill and funny.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

Probably my faux leather jacket

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right-handed?

right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Fuck yeah, especially tarantulas. 

52. Favourite food?

Egg rolls

53. Favourite foreign food?

Chinese

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

My personal spaces are messy...there is order in the chaos, though.

55. Most used phrase?

“You guys are bad, bad kitties.” 

56. Most used word?

“Ubie” one of the many nicknames for my younger brother.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

about 30 minutes

58. Do you have much of an ego?

it exists and is a fickle thing

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck and then bite when it’s been weakened lol

60. Do you talk to yourself?

oh yeah

61. Do you sing to yourself?

mmhmm

62. Are you a good singer?

no, not really, but that ain’t gonna stop me

63. Biggest Fear?

living an inauthentic, unfulfilling life.

64. Are you a gossip?

I like to listen to tea being spilled, I just really like a good story. 

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

The Prestige

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Long

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

I think so

68. Favourite school subject?

History/English

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

no

71. What makes you nervous?

being thrown into unfamiliar situations

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No (my best friend slept with a night light when we were growing up and it was the worst part of sleeping over, but I weaned her off of it eventually!)

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sure, kindly, the same way I’d like to be corrected.

74. Are you ticklish?

yes

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

no

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

yeah, at work. it’s weird, I do not feel like the kind of person who should be in a leadership position. I’ve always thought that was a thing for loud, confident people haha

77. Have you ever drank underage?

yeah

78. Have you ever done drugs?

like weed/edibles lol

79. Who was your first real crush?

Cody in fourth and fifth grade.

80. How many piercings do you have?

seven

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Yes

82. How fast can you type?

pretty fast

83. How fast can you run?

Like if I have a good reason to, my ass will sprint fast.

84. What colour is your hair?

It’s naturally a dark brown, but right now the roots are dark and the rest is lighter because i’m a dumbass who wanted rose gold hair 

85. What color is your eyes?

dark brown

86. What are you allergic to?

I think the combination of avocado and tomato causes some kind of reaction because every time I eat it, my lips feel all tingly and swollen.

87. Do you keep a journal?

I have a lot of journals that I occasionally will write in.

88. What do your parents do?

Their best. lol. My dad is a facilities director and my mom can’t work because of her chronic illnesses. But she was a teacher in Mexico, and worked at all kinds of things here before her health got too bad.

89. Do you like your age?

Sure

90. What makes you angry?

assholes lol people who don’t realize or care about the fact that we’re all on the same damn rock with the same needs. 

91. Do you like your own name?

I do, yes.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

haha I really like the name Agustín

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

doesn’t matter

94. What are you strengths?

i’m compassionate and love deeply

95. What are your weaknesses?

i’m compassionate and love deeply lmao jk. It can be difficult to set boundaries

96. How did you get your name?

Named after both my grandmothers, they were quite different women and I think I got some of the best stuff from both.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not likely, probably more like merchants. I’m convinced my mom’s side of the family left Spain because of some shaddy stuff haha or to incest in peace lmao

98. Do you have any scars?

Yeah, thanks Padmé

99. Colour of your bedspread?

It’s summer so i’m only using a flat sheet right now, it’s purple.

100. Colour of your room?

blue, specifically the shade azure

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