#if i want my lips to be smooth i'll just put on lip balm

[doom-dreaming]

lip scrubs are a useless product

[bloodreinasbathwater]

Little Dove

Quinn Hughes X Pregnant! Reader

a;n it took me forever to finish this chapter, but I think I'm finally back in my groove. I can't wait for you guys to read I've been so excited to put out more fics.

Warnings: pregnancy, arguing, toxic family, suggestive wording lol, anxiety

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summary: Y/N's world is turned upside down when she suspects she might be pregnant. Consumed by fear and uncertainty, she takes a pregnancy test but can't bring herself to face the result. She throws the test away and seeks solace in a hot shower, trying to escape the relentless thoughts plaguing her mind.

word count - 4629

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Y/N stood before the imposing black door, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to gather the courage to face what lay beyond the wooden door. The sleek, polished surface seemed to mock her, its very presence a reminder of the power her parents held over her life.

The stone wall surrounding the entrance loomed above her, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out and grab at her, pulling her towards the inevitable confrontation.

She inhaled deeply, the cool evening air filling her lungs and doing little to calm the storm of emotions that raged within her. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to turn around, to run back to the safety of the car and drive away, leaving behind the suffocating expectations and demands of her family.

With a trembling hand, Y/N reached out and grasped the golden handle, the cold metal biting into her palm. The sensation was almost a relief, a sharp contrast to the burning anxiety that coursed through her veins. She squeezed the handle tightly, as if the physical act could somehow give her the strength she so desperately needed.

"Come on," Quinn urged softly, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear. She felt the warmth of his hand on her back, a comforting presence that seemed to anchor her in the midst of her thoughts. His touch sent shivers down her spine, a reminder of the love and support that he offered her unconditionally.

At her silence, Quinn pressed harder, his fingers kneading the tense muscles of her back. "It won't go as bad as you think it will. I'll be with you the whole time, honey."

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to draw strength from his words. But the unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach refused to be silenced. "I know, Quinn," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart.

"It's just... I have a really bad feeling right now. They've never wanted to meet any of my boyfriends, let alone invite them for family dinner. Something about it feels so wrong."

Quinn's hands continued to move along her back, his touch a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "How about this," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "How ‘bout we play perfect couple with your parents, and then after all of our pain and suffering, we head back home, and I give you one of the Quinn special massages.”

As he spoke, Quinn's hands inched higher, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine before coming to rest on the smooth skin of her shoulders. Y/N couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he massaged a particularly tense spot, the sensation causing her head to fall back against his shoulder. “You can relax and let me take care of things."

"Sound good?" Quinn asked, his voice low and full of promise.

Y/N allowed herself a small smile, the first genuine one she'd felt all evening. "That sounds amazing," she breathed, her body already beginning to relax under his expert touch.

Quinn pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. "Let's go before they get suspicious, hmm?"

With a final squeeze of her hand, Quinn stepped forward and rang the doorbell, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night. Y/N took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and preparing herself for the awkward silence and judgmental stares. She knew that with Quinn by her side, she could face anything her parents threw at her.

As Quinn gently pushed Y/N forward, taking the lead and opening the door, they were greeted by an eerie silence that seemed to permeate the house. The absence of voices, the usual bustle of family life, was unnerving, and Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. The only sound that pierced the stillness was the high-pitched, excited barking of the family dog, Cinnamon.

From the shadows, a blur of fur came charging towards them, a ball of energy and enthusiasm that seemed to light up the dimly lit entrance. Y/N couldn't help but let out a squeal of delight as she knelt down, her arms outstretched to catch the wriggling bundle of joy.

"Hi, Cinnamon baby," she cooed, her voice filled with affection as the small dog eagerly licked at her face, its tail wagging furiously. For a moment, all of Y/N's worries and fears melted away, replaced by the pure, unconditional love that radiated from the tiny creature in her arms.

Quinn watched the scene with a smile, his heart warming at the sight of Y/N's happiness. Her laughter, so rare in the face of her family's expectations, was like music to his ears. He chuckled softly as Cinnamon hopped off Y/N's lap and made a beeline for his own legs, her tiny paws clawing at the fabric of his neatly pressed suit pants.

"Hello there," Quinn said, his voice soft and gentle as he leaned down to pat the dog's head. Cinnamon's fur was soft beneath his fingers, and he marveled at the way such a small creature could bring so much joy and comfort to those around it.

But the moment of levity was short-lived, as a voice suddenly spoke from the opposite side of the room, shattering the brief respite from the tension that hung heavy in the air.

"Sorry for the interruption, Miss Y/N," the voice said, its tone formal and detached. "Your parents are ready for you. Please follow me."

Y/N felt her stomach drop at the words, the bitterness and unease settling back into her stomach. She glanced at Quinn, her eyes wide and filled with a silent plea for strength. He gave her a reassuring nod, his hand finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Together, they followed the worker, their footsteps echoing on the polished marble floor. There was something ominous in the air, a sense of foreboding that seemed to grow with every step they took. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the warmth of Quinn's hand in hers, the strength that flowed between them.

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Y/N stepped through the sliding door, her heart racing with anticipation and nervousness, she was immediately greeted by the sight of her mother rising from her seat at the table.

Dedra's movements were graceful and measured, her posture perfect and her expression carefully composed. Y/N could feel her father's piercing gaze on her and Quinn, his eyes narrowing as he silently assessed the young man by her side.

Despite the palpable tension in the room, Quinn maintained a charming smile, his demeanor confident and unflappable. He strode towards Derek's seat at the head of the table, his hand outstretched in a gesture of greeting. "Mr. L/N, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, his voice smooth and polished. "I've heard so much about you."

Derek regarded Quinn for a moment, his expression unreadable, before accepting the handshake with a firm grip. "Quinn," he acknowledged, his tone cool and measured. "Welcome to our home."

Y/N quickly guided Quinn to the seat beside her, her fingers lacing with his under the table in a silent show of support. She could feel the weight of her parents' scrutiny, the unspoken questions and judgments hanging heavy in the air.

Dedra, ever the perfect hostess, smiled warmly at the assembled group, her face a mask of polite interest. "Let's begin, shall we?" she said, clapping her hands together. At her signal, a team of immaculately dressed servers emerged from the kitchen, bearing trays laden with an array of sumptuous dishes.

As the servers efficiently set the table, Dedra settled back into her seat, her dress clinging to her figure like a second skin. The chandelier above cast a dazzling light across the room, its crystals refracting and casting shimmering patterns on the walls.

Y/N couldn't help but marvel at her mother's impeccable appearance, the way she seemed to effortlessly command attention and admiration.

But the illusion of perfection was shattered a moment later, as Dedra fixed Y/N with a critical gaze, her lips curving into a small, condescending smile. "Well, you've gotten fat," she remarked, her voice dripping with false concern as she raised a delicate flute of champagne to her lips.

"You know, the past few weeks, your cheeks have seemed to get chubbier. Are you skipping out on that yoga class I recommended?"

Y/N felt the blood drain from her face, her stomach twisting with a mixture of shock and humiliation. She glanced at Quinn, her eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for his support. Quinn's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he fought to maintain his composure.

Clearing her throat, Y/N forced a smile onto her face, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, "I've been focusing on my career, Mom. The yoga class hasn't been a top priority."

Dedra tutted softly, shaking her head in disapproval. "Darling, you know how important it is to maintain your appearance. You don't want to let yourself go, do you? What will people think?"

Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She could feel Quinn's hand tighten around hers, a silent promise of support and protection. But even his comforting presence couldn't erase the sting of her mother's words, the way they cut straight to the heart of her deepest insecurities.

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As the servers cleared away the first course, Derek turned his attention to Quinn, his eyes narrowing slightly as he appraised the young man. "So, Quinn," he began, his voice deceptively casual, "I hear you're a hockey player. For the Vancouver Canucks, is that right?"

Quinn nodded, his expression confident and self-assured. "Yes, sir. I've been with the team for a few years now. It's been an incredible experience, both on and off the ice."

Derek leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. "And what exactly do you do for the team? Are you a starter, or do you mostly warm the bench?"

Y/N bristled at her father's tone, the barely concealed disdain dripping from his words. But Quinn seemed unfazed, his smile never wavering as he replied, "I'm a forward, sir. I play on the first line and contribute regularly to the team's success."

Dedra chimed in, her voice saccharine sweet. "That must keep you very busy, Quinn. Do you have any time for hobbies or interests outside of hockey?"

Quinn chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course. I believe in maintaining a balanced lifestyle. When I'm not on the ice or training, I enjoy volunteering at local youth centers, mentoring kids who come from tough backgrounds. I also have a passion for photography and love exploring the city with my camera."

Y/N felt a swell of pride at Quinn's words, the way he spoke with such conviction and sincerity. She knew how much his volunteer work meant to him, how he used his platform as a professional athlete to make a real difference in the lives of others.

But her father seemed unimpressed, his mouth twisting into a sardonic smile. "Photography and volunteering? How... quaint. And I suppose these activities are what brought you and Y/N together?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her palms growing clammy as she anticipated Quinn's response. They had agreed to keep the details of their relationship private, to avoid giving her parents any ammunition to use against them.

Quinn, however, remained unruffled. "Actually, sir, Y/N and I met through a mutual friend. We connected over our shared love of art and culture, and things progressed naturally from there. We've been seeing each other for almost a year now, and I can honestly say that she's one of the most incredible women I've ever met."

Y/N's cheeks flushed at Quinn's words, a warm glow spreading through her chest. But her happiness was short-lived, as her father's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with barely contained anger.

"A few months?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "And you didn't think to inform us of this development, Y/N? Your mother and I have a right to know about the people you associate with, especially when they're..." he trailed off, his lip curling in distaste as he glanced at Quinn.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She opened her mouth to respond, to defend herself and Quinn, but the words stuck in her throat, trapped behind the lump of fear and anxiety.

Quinn, sensing her distress, reached under the table and took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent show of support. "With all due respect, sir," he said, his voice calm and measured.

"Y/N is an adult, capable of making her own decisions. Our relationship is built on mutual trust, respect, and love. I understand your concerns as her parents, but I assure you that my intentions towards your daughter are nothing but honorable."

Derek scoffed, his eyes narrowing to icy slits. "Honorable intentions? From a professional athlete? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken accusations and barely contained hostility. Y/N's hands clenched into fists beneath the table, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain the rage that boiled within her.

She had endured her father's snide comments and thinly veiled insults all evening, biting her tongue and forcing herself to maintain a facade of civility. But as Derek's words dripped with venom, his contempt for Quinn and their relationship laid bare, something inside her snapped.

"Enough!" she shouted, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. "I will not sit here and listen to you disrespect the man I love, the man who has shown me more kindness and support than you ever have!"

Derek's eyes widened in shock, his face reddening with anger. "How dare you speak to me like that, young lady? I am your father, and you will show me the respect I deserve!"

Y/N laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and grating in the tense silence of the room. "Respect? You want to talk about respect? Where was your respect when you belittled my dreams, when you dismissed my accomplishments as nothing more than frivolous whims? Where was your respect when you tried to control every aspect of my life, molding me into your perfect little puppet?"

Dedra gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in a gesture of feigned shock. "Y/N, please, let's not do this here. We have a guest."

Y/N's gaze snapped to her mother, her eyes blazing with a fury that bordered on hatred. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Mother. You're just as bad as he is, always pushing me to fit into your narrow little world, to be the perfect daughter you can parade around like a goddamn show pony."

Quinn reached for Y/N's hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Y/N, baby, it's okay. We don't have to do this."

But Y/N shook her head, her jaw set with determination. "No, Quinn, it's not okay. I'm done letting them dictate my life, done letting them treat me like some kind of possession they can control."

Derek slammed his hand down on the table, the dishes rattling with the force of his anger. "That's enough, Y/N! I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect in my own home. If you insist on continuing this relationship with this... this hockey player, then you can consider yourself cut off. No more trust fund, no more fancy apartment, no more cushy job at the family company. You'll have to live off your precious Quinn's salary and see how far that gets you."

Y/N stared at her father in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always known that her parents' love was conditional, that their support came with strings attached. But to hear it laid out so plainly, to know that they would cast her aside so easily, was a blow that left her reeling.

Slowly, she rose from her chair, her legs trembling beneath her. "Fine," she said, her voice low and steely. "Cut me off. Disown me. Do whatever the fuck you want. But know this: I will never, ever forgive you for this. You may be my parents by blood, but you are not my family. Quinn is my family, and I choose him, now and always."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room, her head held high and her heart shattered into a million pieces. Quinn followed close behind, his hand resting on the small of her back.

they stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N let out a shuddering breath, her entire body shaking with the force of her emotions. Quinn pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she sobbed against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt.

"I've got you, baby," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "I've always got you. No matter what happens, we'll face it together. You and me against the world, remember?"

…

Y/N stood motionless in the bathroom, the white tile floor cold and unyielding beneath her bare feet. The room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where she could escape the chaotic thoughts that swirled through her mind like a relentless whirlwind.

The pale blue walls, once a source of calm and tranquility, now felt oppressive, as if they were closing in on her, trapping her in a prison of her own making.

The air was thick with the scent of lavender and vanilla, the candles she had lit earlier in a futile attempt to soothe her frayed nerves. But even the familiar, comforting aroma couldn't ease the tension that coiled within her, the knots of anxiety that twisted her stomach and made her heart race with a sickening pace.

Her gaze was drawn to the vanity, its white marble surface cluttered with the detritus of her daily life. Makeup brushes and half-empty bottles of lotion jostled for space with hair ties and stray earrings, a chaotic jumble that mirrored the turmoil within her own mind.

And there, amidst the disorder, sat the small, unassuming box that held the key to her fate, the answer to the question that had haunted her for weeks.

With hands that trembled like leaves in a storm, Y/N reached for the box, her fingers clumsy and uncoordinated as she tore at the plastic wrap. The pregnancy test felt heavy in her palm, a tiny stick of plastic that held the power to change her life forever. She stared at it for a long moment, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to summon the courage to take the next step.

y/n had bought the pregnancy test on a whim, a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind that refused to be silenced. She had always taken pride in her appearance, in the way she maintained her figure through rigorous exercise and a carefully controlled diet. But lately, no matter how much she pushed herself at the gym or how little she ate, the numbers on the scale continued to climb.

She thought back to the dinner with her parents, to the cruel words her mother had hurled at her like poisoned darts. Fat. Lazy. Worthless. The insults had cut deep, leaving invisible scars that ached with every breath. And now, with each passing day, those scars seemed to grow, festering like open wounds that refused to heal.

And then there were the other symptoms, the ones she had tried so hard to ignore. The sudden bouts of tearfulness that overtook her at the most inconvenient moments, leaving her sobbing in the grocery store aisle or curled up on the couch in the middle of the day. The strange cravings that hit her out of nowhere, leaving her ravenous for foods she had never even liked before.

With a deep breath, Y/N tore open the box, her hands shaking as she removed the small, plastic stick from its packaging. She read the instructions carefully, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed the steps, her mind racing with a thousand different scenarios, each more terrifying than the last.

Y/N's mind raced with a thousand different scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. What if she was pregnant? What would Quinn say? Would he be happy, or would he see it as a burden, a trap that would tie him down and ruin his promising career? And what about her own dreams, the hopes and aspirations she had clung to like a lifeline in the face of her family's suffocating expectations?

She felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over her, and she gripped the edge of the vanity for support, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grasp.

The room seemed to spin around her, the walls and floor blurring together in a dizzying kaleidoscope of color and light. She closed her eyes, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she tried to regain her composure.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N opened her eyes, her gaze falling once more on the pregnancy test that lay on the counter, its display window facing downward. She knew that she couldn't put it off any longer, that she had to face the truth, no matter how painful it might be. With a trembling hand, she reached for the test, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum.

But at the last moment, she faltered, her courage failing her. Instead of looking at the result, she tossed the test into the trash can, burying it beneath a pile of crumpled tissues and discarded cotton balls. She couldn't bear to see the truth, couldn't face the reality of what it might mean for her future.

The sound of the shower called to her then, the steam billowing out from behind the glass doors like a siren's song. Y/N stripped off her clothes mechanically, her mind numb with fear and confusion. As she stepped under the spray, the hot water hit her skin like a thousand tiny needles, the pain a welcome distraction from the chaos that raged within her.

She let the water wash over her, her eyes closed as she tried to lose herself in the sensation. The heat seeped into her bones, melting away the tension that had coiled within her like a snake ready to strike. She breathed in the damp, misty air, the scent of her lavender shampoo mingling with the steam in a heady, intoxicating aroma.

Behind her, the pregnancy test lay abandoned in the trash can, its display window hidden from view. Y/N had thrown it away without even looking at the result, too afraid of what it might reveal. She knew that she would have to face the truth eventually, that she couldn't hide from reality forever.  

in this moment, alone in the bathroom with nothing but the sound of the water and the pounding of her own heart, Y/N allowed herself to be still, to exist in a world where the future was still unwritten, and anything was possible.

She clung to that fleeting sense of peace like a drowning woman clinging to a life raft, knowing that it was all she had left to keep her afloat in the stormy seas of her own mind.

…

Quinn turned the key in the lock, the soft click echoing through the stillness of the house. He pushed the door open, the familiar scent of home washing over him like a comforting balm. The living room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the streetlamps outside the windows.

He set his bag down by the door, the heavy thud of it hitting the floor breaking the silence. His shoes came off next, the laces loosened and the soles kicked off with a careless ease. He padded across the carpet in his socks, his footsteps muffled by the thick, plush fibers.

The house was quiet, almost eerily so. Quinn listened for any sign of Y/N, any hint of her presence, but he was met with only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of a car passing by on the street outside. He wasn't surprised by the silence, given the late hour of his arrival. Y/N was likely already in bed, lost in the sweet oblivion of sleep.

Quinn made his way down the hallway, his steps heavy with exhaustion. The bathroom door was ajar, the soft glow of the nightlight spilling out into the darkness. He pushed the door open, the hinges creaking softly as he stepped inside.

The first thing he noticed was the damp carpet beneath his feet, the fibers squishing slightly with each step. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at Y/N's characteristic forgetfulness. She always seemed to leave a trail of water behind her after her showers, a small quirk that he found strangely endearing.

Quinn reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The cool air of the bathroom hit his bare skin, sending a slight shiver down his spine. He tossed the shirt into the hamper, the fabric landing with a soft thud amidst the pile of dirty clothes.

He turned on the shower, the water sputtering to life and filling the room with a soft, steady hiss. As he waited for the water to heat up, Quinn's gaze drifted around the small space, taking in the familiar surroundings.

The white tile gleamed in the soft light, the grout lines perfectly straight and clean. The mirror above the sink was slightly fogged, the edges blurred with condensation.

And then, out of the corner of his eye, Quinn caught a glint of something shiny, a flash of light that seemed out of place in the muted tones of the bathroom. He furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued by the strange reflection.

He scanned the room, his eyes searching for the source of the light. And then he saw it, a small, foil-wrapped object nestled in the bottom of the trash can. His heart skipped a beat, a sudden sense of unease washing over him like a cold wave.

Quinn crept closer to the trash can, his steps slow and cautious. He peered down into the empty bin, his eyes widening as he recognized the shape of the object within. It was a pregnancy test, the plastic stick lying stark and white against the dark plastic of the can.

With trembling fingers, Quinn reached into the trash, grasping the test by its hilt. He lifted it out of the can, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned it over, the display window facing upward.

The moment of truth, the answer to the question that had been weighing on his mind ever since he had noticed Y/N's strange behavior over the past few weeks. The late-night tears, the unexplained mood swings, the way she seemed to retreat into herself, lost in a world of her own thoughts and fears.

Quinn stared at the test, his eyes tracing the lines that appeared in the small window. And then, with a sudden, sickening clarity, he saw it. Two lines, bold and unmistakable against the white background.

Positive. Y/N was pregnant.

Quinn felt the world tilt beneath his feet, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just discovered. He leaned against the sink, his knuckles white as he gripped the cool porcelain. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his lungs burning with the effort of drawing in air.

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[evispunk]

MEET THE CAMERONS

a/n: first chapters are normally super slow and are just to get you an introduction to the book, so if you don't like it, please give it a chance and read a little more. as a reader, i don't even like this chapter. this is where you can stop reading if you don't want to know a few things about me.

one - i've been watching outer banks and reading fics about it since 2020. i've gotten quite a feel for the characters and my own opinions and views on them. so of course, this may or may not be similar to other fics you have read, or maybe this is something entirely different! this will follow the plot of the show MAINLY. it will derive a few times and not exactly follow the timeline of the show but all of the events will happen.

two - i have been writing since i was twelve. my writing may not be your style or the best you've ever seen, but i'm proud of it and that's why i'm putting it out there for you to see. please do not critique me in the comments! save it for your therapist.

three - i'm a rafe defender sorry not sorry he's a baby

summary: violette and her parents head over to the cameron's, her parents' good friends, house for dinner where she meets sarah & wheezie for the first time, and rafe, whom she hasn't seen since they were in diapers. plot intro.

warnings: innocent little kook with no idea what she's in for

"ARE YOU ALMOST ready?" Matt called up the spiral staircase to his daughter, Violette. She huffed, unplugging her curling iron and brushing out her waves.

"Yes, Dad, just get in the car, I'll be down in a sec!" she yelled back, applying lip balm at the same time and switching the lights off. The brunette girl took one last look at herself in the hallway mirror, staring back at her smooth, cream-colored dress with knots that were tied into bows on the shoulder straps. Her black heels clicked against the stairs as she jogged down them, heading towards her parents' car.

"Oh, honey, you look beautiful." Violette's mother, Cecilia told her once she sat down in the back seat.

"Thank you, Mom." she smiled, buckling her seatbelt behind the driver's seat.

"Are you excited to see The Cameron's again? You haven't seen Rafe since you two were in diapers right before we moved." Cecilia said, turning to face her daughter.

"I guess. I'm a little nervous to meet his sisters though, I mean, what if they're the fake bitchy type?"

"Language, young lady." her father interrupted, pointing a finger into the rearview mirror as he turned left.

"I doubt that. I've never met Rose personally, but I've talked with her a few times and her and Ward are amazing parents. I'm sure they're really sweet." Violette's mother reassured her with a smile.

"What are their names again?" 

"Sarah and Eloise, but the little one is called Wheezie."

"Wheezie? Does she have asthma?" she returned, pulling her phone out from her black shoulder bag.

"No, just a nickname that stuck, I'm sure. Don't make that joke at dinner."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Violette smiled, unbuckling herself as the car halted to a stop in the Cameron's yard.

"Be on your best behavior, Vi." Matt instructed, locking the door and putting his keys into his pocket, next to his wallet.

Violette swung the gold chain of her shoulder bag over her left, and began walking up to the front door with her parents. Her mother lightly knocked three times on their large door, and stepped back, awaiting their response.

The door swung open abruptly, and the blond woman behind it smiled.

"Welcome! You must be Cecilia!" the woman Violette now knew as Rose hugged her mother, then looked at her father.

"Matt." he smiled, and hugged her too as she kissed his cheek.

"Rose." she returned, moving her attention to their daughter. "And you must be the wonderful Violette I have heard so much about," Rose continued, initiating another hug. "Wow, I have to say you smell great. What are you wearing?"

"Miss Dior." the girl replied, thanking her.

"I'll have to buy that one. Come on in, guys." she said, opening the door completely to let the Rhodes enter their home. "I'm just about done with supper, and Rafe is setting the table."

Violette looked around at the Camerons' house, taking in her expensive surroundings. Their home was even more elegant than hers, and they were considered to be almost filthy rich. It smelt quite clean, almost like a mix of fresh linen and salt air.

"Violette?" a voice called from beside her, and she whipped her head towards the sound to find a dirty blond girl standing there wearing a strapless, navy, crossfront bandeau top dress. "Hey, I'm Sarah. Rafe's sister." the girl smiled, taking a few steps towards Violette.

"Oh, hi. Sorry, you scared me, but it's nice to meet you. I love your dress."

"Thank you! I got it at this cute boutique downtown, you'll have to come shop with me sometime."

"I'd love to." Violette replied, looking at the Cameron girl some more. She noticed her wearing two necklaces, one smaller gold chain, and a longer necklace with an 'S' on it.

"Your heels are gorgeous, by the way." Sarah continued, silently urging Violette to walk with her.

"Givenchy."

"Wow. So, you're bougie."

"I like what I like. Of course, not everything is about a brand, but it sure can be."

"You know what, I get that. I don't really care as much, but, I can see why someone would." she smiled. "Oh, Wheeze." Sarah stopped in her tracks, almost catching the Rhodes girl off guard.

"Hm? Oh. Hi, what's your name?"

"Violette. I'm assuming you're Wheezie?"

"I don't know anyone else with that name." she responded with a laugh, her dark curls bouncing with it.

"Can't say I do either," Violette said, voice back to normal. "Hey, I've met pretty much everyone besides Rafe. Do you know where he's at?"

"Probably in the kitchen." the black-haired girl answered, standing up to join the two girls on their walk. "Come this way." The two newfound friends followed Wheezie through the hall until they reached the kitchen, finding Rafe and Ward sipping on their drinks while leaning against the island.

"Violette. How're you doing, sweetie?" the older Cameron smiled, meeting Violette halfway and hugging her.

"I'm doing well. And you?"

"Great, great. You remember Rafe." he pointed to his son, drink in hand.

"Just barely. I do remember a lot of him stealing my toys." she replied and Ward laughed, grabbing Rafe's shoulder. The blond teenager only dryly stared at Violette and drank from his glass.

"Yeah, that sounds like Rafe. I see you already met Sarah and Wheezie, hope they weren't too hard on you."

"Hey!" Wheezie defended herself from behind Violette, still standing next to a temporarily silent Sarah, "We're actually really nice, if you didn't notice."

"I'm sure that's what you think," Rafe commented, refilling his cup with Coke. Violette's gaze fell upon him, slightly taken aback by his arrogant demeanor.

"Rafe-"

"Supper's ready!" Rose called out from the next room over, and Rafe smirked to himself while Ward's face turned sour. His expression quickly recovered when he turned to the three girls and nodded towards the dining room, he and his son following.

"This looks delicious, Rose." Cecilia complimented, smoothing her long dress down as she took a seat at the table.

"Thank you. It's an old family recipe of Ward's." she smiled at the woman in return, setting her napkin on her lap.

"It's steak, Rose." Rafe rolled his eyes, scooting his chair in louder than necessary. 

"I think it looks and smells lovely," Ward interjected whilst giving his son 'the look', "Let's eat." he smiled. 

Violette walked into the kitchen and began stacking plates and cups, deciding to help Rose with the dishes as a thank you for the supper she undoubtedly spent hours cooking.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, honey. You can go talk with everyone else."

"That's okay, I like to help. Take it as a thank you for supper."

"Well then, I won't stop you," she agreed, turning back to the large sink, scrubbing and rinsing dishes before loading them into their stainless steel dishwasher. "So, Violette, do you have a boyfriend back on the mainland?"

"I don't, actually. I was seeing this one guy for a while, but he turned out to be a huge jerk, so I ended it. It was sad too, he was real cute." the young girl responded, heading over to the other side of the sink and using some of the water that had collected to rinse cups and silverware.

"Trust me, I've been there," Rose laughed. "I dated this one guy in high school, Thomas White. Turns out he was making out with guys the whole time we were dating." she continued, shaking her head.

"Whoa, talk about a plot twist."

"Tell me about it. You know, I never got to ask at dinner- what do your parents do for work again? I know your mother makes jewelry, I bought some from her."

"Yeah, she does. Um, my dad's a lawyer, actually."

"Have you ever got to say, 'My dad's a lawyer,'?" Rose chuckled lightly, switching off the sink and shutting the dishwasher door.

"Not yet, but it sure has crossed my mind a few times."

"Goodnight Mom," Violette said as her mother passed her bathroom whilst brushing out her wet hair.

"Night sweetie. Love you."

"I love you, too." 

Violette walked across the hallway to her bedroom and opened her closet door with the intention of finding pajamas to wear. She settled her mind on a ribbed mauve tank top, and loose white sweat shorts. After dropping her towel and changing, she slid on her beige fluffy socks and plaited her hair. Tomorrow she would explore the island after having been here for a week and only unpacking her house. 

"Alexa, play thunderstorm sounds."

[dumbabes]

I'm taking you out to a rave. First, I help you shave and wash your whole body, rubbing lotion on you so you're nice and smooth, giving you a full body massage in the process. I put duck tape over you nipples, I slide a bullet vibe, two ben wa balls, and a labia spreading into your hole before I rub numbing cream and tiger balm on your clit and pussy lips. Then I put you in a tiny thong just big enough to cover your hole and put a chastity belt over it. I slide a light up remote control blue into your ass. I have the apps for both vibes on my phone and will be teasing you throughout the night.

I take out some body paint. I paint pink and purple butterflies on your breasts. The a pink womb symbol just over your belt, I even let you pic the design. Then I let you play with the paint, marking yourself how you wish. I help you with your makeup, especially the eye shadow, mascara, and lip stick. Once you're all dolled up, I give you the honor of picking out my outfit for the rave.

Before we go I put on your collar, marking you as "Daddy's Cunt" with a leash attached and knee pads, because you'll be spending alot of time on them. I let you wear a long coat out to the car and to the ride there. Once there I give you some pills with a shot and some shoots with water. I'll be holding on to our water bottles tonight.

I lead you from the car to the rave by the leash as you start to feel really good. There is loud music and light everywhere. I let you dance as I tease you. Never letting you got too far from me. As you dance, guys and girls come up and founder your breasts and grope your ass. Some of them even ask me if the can use you. I say yes to most of them, so you get on your knees on the dance floor eating them out or sucking cock. You make up, start to smear, and rub almost immediately. I refresh your lip stick after each blow job. Eventually, I open the BORG (a mix of water pink lemon aid vodka and pink lemon aid mix) jug I brought and let you drink from it. We drink together, then I drag you to a corner with a couch and bend you over it. I pull out your plug, lube up your hole and fuck you hard right there in front of everyone, turning up the vibe so you moan, holding your leash tight. Once I fill you I offer your hole to anyone who wants you, some girls lick my cum out of your ass before a big black guy with a cock bigger than mine comes by to use you. I fill your hole with lube and he uses you hard while I hole your leash. He dumps his load into you. Then wants you to suck his cock. I let you decide if you do or not. The girl next to you has been watching you being used and once you're done with the black guy grabs your head and drags your face into your dripping pussy make you eat hear out and grinding on your face until she squirts all over you. I've been watching stroking my cock and gives you another load all over face and tits.

I drag you back out onto the dance floor, letting you dance, covered in and leaking cum. You look like a total well used slut. Another girl runs up to you, kissing you while groping you. She pulls off the tape on your nippel and sucks on it hard befor running off again. A guy that's been grinding against you asks me if it's ok if you suck his cock and I push you back down on your knees, griping your head, bobbing it on his cock as I make out with him. He adds to the cum on your face.

You're starting to look tired, so I take you back out to the car and take you one. I run a bath for us. Taking off the belt and taking out the toys gently. You are absolutely dripping. I let you sit back as I eat you out nice and slow. Starting with kissing and teasing your licks before spreading you and laying at your clit. I suck on it, then work my way down lick every inch of you in the way to your hole. I finger your poor abused ass with tiger balm as I worship your hole with my tongue. Rubbing you clit as I hold you open lapping deeply and tongue fuck you until you cum all over my face. The I take off your collar and carry you to the back. I wash you, then rub your whole body down, and finally just lay in the tub and hold you. When we get out, I help you dry off, and I take you to bed. Cuddling with naked with, your head on my chest, I pet you, rub your back, and gently kiss your face as you fall asleep.

omg yes please

[iamnotajackolantern]

I'm taking you out to a rave. First, I help you shave and wash your whole body, rubbing lotion on you so you're nice and smooth, giving you a full body massage in the process. I put duck tape over you nipples, I slide a bullet vibe, two ben wa balls, and a labia spreading into your hole before I rub numbing cream and tiger balm on your clit and pussy lips. Then I put you in a tiny thong just big enough to cover your hole and put a chastity belt over it. I slide a light up remote control blue into your ass. I have the apps for both vibes on my phone and will be teasing you throughout the night.

I take out some body paint. I paint pink and purple butterflies on your breasts. The a pink womb symbol just over your belt, I even let you pic the design. Then I let you play with the paint, marking yourself how you wish. I help you with your makeup, especially the eye shadow, mascara, and lip stick. Once you're all dolled up, I give you the honor of picking out my outfit for the rave.

Before we go I put on your collar, marking you as "Daddy's Cunt" with a leash attached and knee pads, because you'll be spending alot of time on them. I let you wear a long coat out to the car and to the ride there. Once there I give you some pills with a shot and some shoots with water. I'll be holding on to our water bottles tonight.

I lead you from the car to the rave by the leash as you start to feel really good. There is loud music and light everywhere. I let you dance as I tease you. Never letting you got too far from me. As you dance, guys and girls come up and founder your breasts and grope your ass. Some of them even ask me if the can use you. I say yes to most of them, so you get on your knees on the dance floor eating them out or sucking cock. You make up, start to smear, and rub almost immediately. I refresh your lip stick after each blow job. Eventually, I open the BORG (a mix of water pink lemon aid vodka and pink lemon aid mix) jug I brought and let you drink from it. We drink together, then I drag you to a corner with a couch and bend you over it. I pull out your plug, lube up your hole and fuck you hard right there in front of everyone, turning up the vibe so you moan, holding your leash tight. Once I fill you I offer your hole to anyone who wants you, some girls lick my cum out of your ass before a big black guy with a cock bigger than mine comes by to use you. I fill your hole with lube and he uses you hard while I hole your leash. He dumps his load into you. Then wants you to suck his cock. I let you decide if you do or not. The girl next to you has been watching you being used and once you're done with the black guy grabs your head and drags your face into your dripping pussy make you eat hear out and grinding on your face until she squirts all over you. I've been watching stroking my cock and gives you another load all over face and tits.

I drag you back out onto the dance floor, letting you dance, covered in and leaking cum. You look like a total well used slut. Another girl runs up to you, kissing you while groping you. She pulls off the tape on your nippel and sucks on it hard befor running off again. A guy that's been grinding against you asks me if it's ok if you suck his cock and I push you back down on your knees, griping your head, bobbing it on his cock as I make out with him. He adds to the cum on your face.

You're starting to look tired, so I take you back out to the car and take you one. I run a bath for us. Taking off the belt and taking out the toys gently. You are absolutely dripping. I let you sit back as I eat you out nice and slow. Starting with kissing and teasing your licks before spreading you and laying at your clit. I suck on it, then work my way down lick every inch of you in the way to your hole. I finger your poor abused ass with tiger balm as I worship your hole with my tongue. Rubbing you clit as I hold you open lapping deeply and tongue fuck you until you cum all over my face. The I take off your collar and carry you to the back. I wash you, then rub your whole body down, and finally just lay in the tub and hold you. When we get out, I help you dry off, and I take you to bed. Cuddling with naked with, your head on my chest, I pet you, rub your back, and gently kiss your face as you fall asleep.

i love raves i went to one when i was 16👀

[whos-agapi]

I'm taking you out to a rave. First, I help you shave and wash your whole body, rubbing lotion on you so you're nice and smooth, giving you a full body massage in the process. I put duck tape over you nipples, I slide a bullet vibe, two ben wa balls, and a labia spreading into your hole before I rub numbing cream and tiger balm on your clit and pussy lips. Then I put you in a tiny thong just big enough to cover your hole and put a chastity belt over it. I slide a light up remote control blue into your ass. I have the apps for both vibes on my phone and will be teasing you throughout the night.

I take out some body paint. I paint pink and purple butterflies on your breasts. The a pink womb symbol just over your belt, I even let you pic the design. Then I let you play with the paint, marking yourself how you wish. I help you with your makeup, especially the eye shadow, mascara, and lip stick. Once you're all dolled up, I give you the honor of picking out my outfit for the rave.

Before we go I put on your collar, marking you as "Daddy's Cunt" with a leash attached and knee pads, because you'll be spending alot of time on them. I let you wear a long coat out to the car and to the ride there. Once there I give you some pills with a shot and some shoots with water. I'll be holding on to our water bottles tonight.

I lead you from the car to the rave by the leash as you start to feel really good. There is loud music and light everywhere. I let you dance as I tease you. Never letting you got too far from me. As you dance, guys and girls come up and founder your breasts and grope your ass. Some of them even ask me if the can use you. I say yes to most of them, so you get on your knees on the dance floor eating them out or sucking cock. You make up, start to smear, and rub almost immediately. I refresh your lip stick after each blow job. Eventually, I open the BORG (a mix of water pink lemon aid vodka and pink lemon aid mix) jug I brought and let you drink from it. We drink together, then I drag you to a corner with a couch and bend you over it. I pull out your plug, lube up your hole and fuck you hard right there in front of everyone, turning up the vibe so you moan, holding your leash tight. Once I fill you I offer your hole to anyone who wants you, some girls lick my cum out of your ass before a big black guy with a cock bigger than mine comes by to use you. I fill your hole with lube and he uses you hard while I hole your leash. He dumps his load into you. Then wants you to suck his cock. I let you decide if you do or not. The girl next to you has been watching you being used and once you're done with the black guy grabs your head and drags your face into your dripping pussy make you eat hear out and grinding on your face until she squirts all over you. I've been watching stroking my cock and gives you another load all over face and tits.

I drag you back out onto the dance floor, letting you dance, covered in and leaking cum. You look like a total well used slut. Another girl runs up to you, kissing you while groping you. She pulls off the tape on your nippel and sucks on it hard befor running off again. A guy that's been grinding against you asks me if it's ok if you suck his cock and I push you back down on your knees, griping your head, bobbing it on his cock as I make out with him. He adds to the cum on your face.

You're starting to look tired, so I take you back out to the car and take you one. I run a bath for us. Taking off the belt and taking out the toys gently. You are absolutely dripping. I let you sit back as I eat you out nice and slow. Starting with kissing and teasing your licks before spreading you and laying at your clit. I suck on it, then work my way down lick every inch of you in the way to your hole. I finger your poor abused ass with tiger balm as I worship your hole with my tongue. Rubbing you clit as I hold you open lapping deeply and tongue fuck you until you cum all over my face. The I take off your collar and carry you to the back. I wash you, then rub your whole body down, and finally just lay in the tub and hold you. When we get out, I help you dry off, and I take you to bed. Cuddling with naked with, your head on my chest, I pet you, rub your back, and gently kiss your face as you fall asleep.

I’ve never been to a rave, but if it’s like this then I’ll definitely have to go to at least one 🤭

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

HEY. Are you an artist?

Do you do traditional watercolor (physical media as opposed to digital)? Do you use water brushes? (the kind that have water in the handle) Do you use them with aquarelle pencils? (water color pencils or water soluble colored pencils such as Caran d'Ache Museum Aquarelle, Albrecht Dürer Artists' Watercolor Pencils, or Derwent Inktense) ?

Tell me, what water brushes do you use and love? Which ones have you tried and hated?

I had some in some unknown brand (or I just forget the brand) and they were just ok. The brush head was rather stiff acrylic white bristles, not too unlike a toothbrush, and they were too stiff. The cheap ones my mom got from a dropshipper are almost the opposite. Way too soft, like cheap doll hair. They don't hold water and paint very well, it just floods the paper immediately. I'm looking for some that are not real animal hair, but feel more like a traditional brush. Any idea?

Blarbly ramble under the cut about watercolor pencils

Watercolor pencils have always intrigued me, but the cheap ones I kept buying were really not satisfying, because the paint would never fully dissolve. There was always lines still visible, and the colors were blah and muddy. I gave up on them, thinking they were just not a great medium.

I tried some Derwent Inktense about idk 6 or 7 years ago, and they were much better, but still not quite what I wanted out of something like a watercolor pencil.

Fast forward to about a year ago, when I ordered a mystery box of art supplies and in it was a Caran d'Ache Museum aquarelle pencil. OH. This was a whole other world. I was hooked. They're so smooth and the colors are stunning. But sadly they are kind of spendy.

So for Christmas I had put some on my list, (both Supracolor and Museum) among a bunch of other things, not expecting all of it, just trying to provide a wide variety to make it easier. (Wound up getting most of it, which while I'm appreciative of, it was unnecessary lol)

The result is that I am currently test driving the Caran d'Ache Museum Aquarelle and their SUPRACOLOR line as well. So far I like both of them more than the Derwent Inktense, though admittedly they are somewhat different products (Inktense are unsurprisingly slightly more opaque and ink like, sort of like an india ink, hence the name)

I also ordered one of their Keith Haring sets on my own, because they're Keith Haring, I mean come on how could I resist?

I was thinking they would just be Supracolor in a fun tin, but I don't think they are. They feel harder than Supracolor, because they don't lay down as much color and I have to press a bit more to get the same saturation. I still love the tin though so not a total loss. I'm sure they will have some use somewhere and I'll be glad to have them on hand.

The Supracolor are lovely to use, with smooth application and bright colors, and while not what I would consider inexpensive, they are lower priced than the Museum line. Better than student grade, but still not top of the heap.

Which brings me to the Museum Aquarelles. My gods. They are like butter! Silky smooth and they lay down so much saturated color it's like a dream. They're not smooshy soft like Faber Castell Gelatos which are pretty much lip balm textured watercolor paint sticks, but that's the closest I can think of in terms of being enjoyable to work with as far as texture and smoothness goes.

So I'm basically in a love affair with these, now that the good stuff has been discovered.

I love the fact that you can easily transport them and not worry about paint squishing out everywhere, and they're way lighter weight than pan paints. They're also great for painting in bed! This is specifically why I am asking about the water brushes. I was feeling like yuck because an ice storm forced the closure of local businesses, and I was unable to pick up my prescriptions for a week. I was going bonkers without anti-anxiety meds *and* basically having to stay indoors to avoid risk of a busted tailbone due to ice. So I took to painting in bed. I could have done it at a table, or my desk, but staying in bed for a day or two just felt right. Anyway, trying to balance a tiny lidded cup of water in bed was sort of a pain, but it seems my water brushes have all vanished. :|

Cons are the risk of breaking them while traveling, and the lack of flexibility in mixing color like you can with pan or tube paints. But there are workarounds like scrabbling the colors on some scrap paper in solid slabs, (sorta like those paint sheet books) and then picking up paint from each with a soaked brush and then mixing them on a palette. It's a tad wasteful, but works better than the other method of layering the colors on your paper like you would with standard colored pencils, and hoping you get the ratio right.

Hm. Didn't mean for this to become a rambly review of my experience with them, but there you go.

[littlemessyjessi]

Chapter Three: Back to Me: Jeon Jungkook

Yandere. Plus size.

"Babe! Do you like supreme pizza?!"

Jessie glanced up, mostly at herself in the mirror of Jungkook's hotel bathroom. 

That was new.

The pet names that was.

Sure he'd always called her marshmallow when they were little but since they reconnected a few hours ago it was all babe this and jagi that.

She tried not to read too much into it and she figured that was just how he was now. 

It was a long way from the shy little boy she once knew.

She shook her head before answering,  "Yeah, I'm not picky!"

She heard him respond with a 'cool cool cool' making her giggle as she dried her hands and made her way back into the room. 

He was chattering away on the phone as he ordered God knows what though she did catch  pizza and wings and pasta and something about cheese bread and "oh do you still carry those cinnamon roll things.  She loves cinnamon rolls."

"Geez bunny." She teased.  "Are you trying to feed the whole country?"

He rolled his eyes at her but smiled all the same as he finished up the call.

"Cut me some slack." He whined. "I just wanna have a nice meal with you."

"Jungkook,  it would take us all night to eat that." She laughed. 

Good, he thought. 

"But then again it is you and unless your  appetite has changed,  I'm fairly sure you could probably just unhinge your jaw Venom style and swallow it whole." She said.

Jungkook patted his lean stomach, "Nah, I can still put it away.  Can you?"

She shrugged, "Probably but seeing as how I have to be up early for a meeting in the morning,  I'll resist the urge to put myself in a food coma. "

Jungkook's face fell as the notion of her leaving crossed his mind again. 

It didn't go unnoticed and she tilted her head at him.

"What's wrong,  bunny?" She asked reaching up to touch his face. 

His eyes closed at the contact. 

"I just.. I just don't want you to go." He said.

"I know." She said.  "But like I said, I have a meeting. But we dont have to worry about it right now.  I got some time to hang out and catch up."

He gnawed on his lip, still worrying over her leaving later.

He only stopped when her thumb literally tugged it from between his teeth and soothe the pad of her finger over it.

"Stop that." She giggled. "You're gonna tear your lips to pieces.  Hold on. You need some lip balm."

She dug around in her pocket for a second before pulling out the tube and gently applying it to his lips. 

'This is her lip balm.  It's been on her lips. And now... she's putting it on mine.' He thought as he watched her apply it.

It was as close as he'd ever gotten to kissing her.

She smoothed her thumb around the edges before gently patting his cheek, "There you go. All better."

Jungkook resisted the urge to say a kiss would make it better regardless of the fact that he was fine.

However. 

She leaned up and placed a soft kiss to his forehead, "And a kiss to make it better. "

He just stared at her for a second and it seemed to make her uncomfortable. 

"Sorry. " she giggled nervously.  "I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I wasnt even thinking.  It's just something my dad always did and I think that's why I do it now."

"No, no. I dont mind, jagi." He said. "Its nice. I was just surprised.  But a good surprised!"

She nodded and he could tell that she still felt a little embarrassed. 

"Uh, how is your dad by the way?" He asked and instantly regretted it by the look on her face. 

"Oh um. Well he passed away a couple of years ago actually. " she said softly.

Jungkook crumbled internally.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't-"

"You didn't know,  bunny. It's ok anyway.  I don't mind talking about him.  He was lucky really.  He just went in his sleep one night. He didnt suffer.' She said placing a hand on his chest when she could tell he still felt awful.  "Really,  darlin. It's ok."

The two of them fell silent. 

His dark eyes staring into her bright ones.

Each of them watching the swirls of color glimmer in the other's. 

They were only broken from their trance when a knock sounded at the door. 

Jungkook shook his head before calling out to whoever it was that he was coming.

He opened the door to reveal Jin who instantly breezed past Jungkook,  much to his annoyance. 

"Have you two eaten?" He asked. "The others are gonna order food and watch a movie in a bit. You're welcome to join."

"I already ordered room service. " Jungkook all but snapped. 

He managed to cool his tone at the last second but it didnt go unnoticed by Jin.

However,  rather than have it out with the maknae right there he turned to Jessie.

"You should bring your food when it gets here and come watch the movie. We would all love to get to know you more. I know Taehyung, in particular, has been asking about you. I think you've got yourself a fanboy. " Jin said.

Jungkook was fuming.

Jessie laughed, "Bless his heart.  I'm flattered. And I would love to hang out with you all. Especially since you all seem so important to Jungkook.  But unfortunately I wont be able to stay very long.  I have a meeting early tomorrow so I'll have to go in a bit. "

Jin nodded, "I understand that all too well. It was nice to meet you and I hope we can see you again."

Jessie nodded and bid him farewell before turning back to Jungkook. 

"I guess we could go say hello while we wait on the food though." She said. "I dont want your friends to think I'm rude."

He shook his head,  "They just want to be around you because your beautiful."

Her brows shot up and she laughed a little nervously,  "Well thank you for the compliment but I doubt that's why, bunny.  They probably just want to make sure they look after their maknae. After all, I am a stranger to them. "

"You're not a stranger. " he said instantly moving forward and wrapping his arms around her.  "You're my best friend. "

She laughed, "Ok but we haven't seen each other in fourteen years,  bunny. We are strangers to each other whether you want to admit it or not."

He shrugged, "That's ok. It just means we can learn each other again."

"I agree.  It'll be exciting to see how much you've changed." She said. "For example,  I don't remember you being this cuddly before."

"I always held your hand!" He defended. "And I hugged you and we walked arm in arm all the time!"

"All things that I initiated,  bunny." She smirked a little. "I'm not complaining but the Jungkook that I knew would have NEVER."

"I was ten. Gimme a break." He deadpanned.

She snickered.

"Besides I was a kid and you were my first crush. I didnt know how to process that." He said.

"Awww baby Koooooo!" She teased pinching his cheeks making him laugh. 

"I was devastated when you left." He said seriously. 

Jessie nodded,  her mood sobering, "Me too, honey. I cried for the longest time. Dad even considered coming back to Korea.  But he ended up getting a job in Egypt and we had to go again."

"I bet you did ok, baby." He said.  "You've always been good at making friends. "

Jessie snorted.

"No, I'm not. I'm talkative and friendly but I'm not great with a lot of people.  Most people can't handle my crazy bursts of energy where I hyper fixate on something or how they dip off and I need to just sit in a dark room for a while.  I've come to realize that throughout all my interactions in life, you were really the only one who ever understood me and didn't get mad at me for something I had no control over. I know we were just kids but I never felt safer or more accepted than when I was with you." She admitted.

Jungkook's heart raced in his chest.

She chuckled and shook her head,  "You know,  I think you were my first love,  bunny. How ridiculous of me. We were only ten. We didn't even know what love was."

He pulled her closer,  pressing his forehead against hers , staring down into her eyes.

"Its not ridiculous.  You're my first love too." He whispered. "And it doesn't matter about the age. I knew you were special when we were six. We dont have to understand it to know that we feel it."

Jessie couldn't do anything but just stare into his eyes. 

Those big dark orbs had her completely paralyzed. 

"If I'm being honest,  I still feel it." He said softly.

"You do? But we don't even know..." she started but he cut her off with a shake of his head.

His forehead was still resting against hers and he closed his eyes when he did it, a smile tugging at his mouth.

"It doesn't matter what's changed. My soul still knows yours." He said finally looking at her again. "Can you honestly tell me you don't feel the same?"

She was silent for a moment and that spiral of darkness began to churn in Jungkook's stomach.

Had he gone too far?

Said too much too soon?

What if he scared her?

What if she left?

She couldn't leave.

Not again.

He wouldn't let her.

"I- I do." She whispered and just like that,  the tension melted and seeped into his veins again  giving him a high that left him euphoric. 

"Don't leave me again." He whispered.

"I found you again. " she said. "What makes you think that I'd go so easily?"

"You almost did at the fansign." He pointed out.  "You would've slipped away again if I hadn't done something.  I didn't do anything the first time but I won't make that mistake again.  I'll never let you go now."

She giggled , "Well if you had bothered to look at the gift I gave you, you'd know that I gave you all my contact information. I was going to leave it up to you if you wanted to catch up. But you kinda jumped the gun."

He laughed but he didn't care.

He'd do it all over again. 

"So let's check out this gift of yours." He said pulling her with him towards the couch.

"Nooooo!" She whined. "You were supposed to look at it by yourself! Have mercy on me, bunny! Don't embarrass me like this!"

Jungkook jerked her down into his lap rather unceremoniously,  trapping her there with a strong arm wrapped around her soft, cushiony middle.

With his other hand he removed the tissue paper and dug out the little picture frame.

A little Jessie and Jungkook stood there.

Jungkook's cheeks had been puffed with the donut he was eating and his eyes wide as Jessie had launched herself in his direction,  arms wrapped around him and smashing a giant kiss to his cheek.

He laughed and it only intensified when he saw her embarrassed state.

She snatched it out of his hand and threw it on the bed.

"I regret giving you this now!" She grumbled.  "I should've left it where it was. I'm going to destroy it and maybe save myself a little slice of dignity."

Jungkook chuckled but locked his other arm around to keep her from going anywhere.

"Dont you dare.  I love it and I'm keeping it forever." He grinned, thoroughly enjoying how red she was getting.

She eventually wiggled her way out of his arms for some much needed air after he decided he was done torturing her... and also because room service finally came.

They talked and ate until they were miserable. 

Laid out on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He knew her well enough to know that she was getting overwhelmed again.

So just like he had done countless of times when they were little, he turned the lights off, cranked the AC and put some music on.

Jessie was glad for the darkness of the room as it prevented him from seeing her teary eyes.

All this time and not only could he still recognize when it was becoming too much for her... but he knew exactly what to do.

"Listen I know you said you have a meeting early but is there anyway you can get out of it?" He asked softly. 

"I really can't, bunny. It's a brand sponsorship for the channel and I have to be there." She said sadly.

He sighed, "It's just... and I know it's stupid because we're not kids and we have each others info and all but...  I just can't let you go. I can't.  I have this miserable feeling in my stomach that if I let you go... I'll never see you again. "

"Bun, you know that's not true." She said in the darkness before turning and cuddling into his side.

Jungkook felt like he could cry when she threaded her fingers into his hair and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know but I can't help it." He whispered. 

She sighed, "I dont wanna go either."

"The stay. Please." He said. "I don't have any schedules tomorrow.  We can spend the whole day together.  We can do whatever you want.  Please. Just stay with me."

"I can't get out of that meeting but let me call my assistant and see if I can maybe do it via zoom or something." She said and he shot up in bed, flicking the light on in his excitement. 

"Really?"

"I'm not gonna make any promises but if I can,  then I'll stay." She said. "I'll have to go back to my hotel and get my stuff though. And the meeting is early.  Six am. Bunny, now that I think about it,  I dont know. I dont want to wake you up that-"

He cut her off, "I don't care. We can go get it together and you'll come back here with me. Dont worry about waking me up. I sleep like a dead body. You could probably have a party on top of me and I'd never know the difference. "

Jessie laughed, "ok storing that piece of information away for a rainy day. "

"So?" He asked hopefully. 

She settled her hands on either side of his face  before leaning down to place a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Let me make some calls, bunny."

❤

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

Congrats on the followers my friend!! You deserve all of them and many more!

I'd like to request a little something with Javier Peña, with the prompt "I can't stop thinking about you" (from dialogue prompts to make readers swoon). I'll let you decide how sweet or spicy it is, just however it strikes you. 😘

Thank you, and congrats again!!

Oh my gosh, JEN!!!! I love you so much! I hope you enjoy this slow-burn, sprinkling-of-angst-with a happy ending!

Here is a sweet "confessional" story for Javier x female DEA agent under the cut!!

The bar was half-empty, or half-full, you weren’t quite sure. And maybe it didn’t matter anyway, since you only had eyes for the man with the mustache across the table from you. He stubbed out his 5th (or was it 6th?) cigarette of the night into the amber glass ashtray on the table. You watched him purse those perfect lips and blow the stream of smoke up and away from the booth. His coffee-brown eyes came back to yours, the depths of them muted in the blue neon lights. You stared just a beat too long, and then blinked.

You shifted your attention to the table and stirred the last of your drink with your straw, watching the half-melted ice swirl in a lazy circle. Maybe tonight you would tell him how you felt. You lifted your eyes just in time to see Javier turn his head away from you to watch a very attractive woman walk by. He followed her with his eyes until she was out the front door.

Maybe not.

Javier turned back to you and waved over your head at the waitress for another round.

“You really want to stay?” You couldn’t hide the little bladed edge of irritation in your voice. Whether you stayed at the bar or not, you didn’t want to be around Javier any longer than you had to. You saw enough of him at work, and you weren’t interested in being his ‘pity date’ on a Friday night just because Steve couldn’t make it out for drinks.

Javier frowned at you, “I thought we were supposed to be celebrating tonight, amiga. Big win with the arrest warrant this week, remember? Why are you so cranky?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, and then rubbed your tired eyes. “It’s been a long week, and I just don’t feel very festive tonight. Okay?”

The waitress brought your drinks and Javier tossed a few bills on her tray. You picked up your third drink (fourth?) and watched Javier watch the waitress walk away. You downed your drink in record time and stood. “Right, I’m going home.”

“Already? We just got here.”

You snapped, “No, you just got here, I’ve been here all night, watching you watch other women. Not as much fun for me as it was for you. I’m done.”

You made for the ladies room and peed, then sat there for an extra two minutes, hoping that Javi would be gone by the time you got back out. You only got up when another woman needed the stall. You washed your hands as slowly as you dared, then dried them carefully and reapplied your lip balm at a snail’s pace. The face in the mirror looking back at you was your own, just sadder and more tired than you had seen her in a while.

When you finally emerged, Javier was right there waiting for you. He was leaning back against the wall opposite the ladies room, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle. Anyone who didn’t know him well would have thought he looked casual. You knew he was pissed off. The moment you swung the ladies room door open and stepped out, his dark eyes were on yours. It took your breath away, just for a moment, but that was long enough for him to unfold himself and take your upper arm in his strong grip.

“I’ll make sure you get home safe. I can’t let you travel home this late by yourself, Agent.” Agent. Fuck, he really was pissed.

You didn’t argue, partly because you knew he was in that mood, and partly because of the sensation of his hand, large and warm, wrapped firmly around your arm just above your elbow. It wasn’t painful, but something about feeling how strong his hands were, how he gripped you sent your mind running to the same places it had been running to for months.

Javier propelled you out of the bar to his car, opening the front passenger side door and standing like a sentry until you were tucked in and belted, then he closed the door with a pop. Neither one of you spoke until he parked the car on the ground floor of the garage at the DEA apartment block. Your apartment was just down the hall from Steve and Connie, two floors up from Javier. It was cozy, mostly. Nice to have neighbors who you already knew. Not nice when someone had a crush on someone else and couldn’t avoid them.

Javier turned the engine off and broke the silence first, “I’ll walk you to your door.”

You bit your lips together and nodded, sucking in a deep breath through your nose. Bad idea. The smell of Javier settled deep in your sinuses and stayed there: his cologne and cigarettes and the breath mint he was chewing, and something uniquely him, all of them mixing and intensified in the still air of the car. You blew the long breath out through your mouth and it took most of your hurt feelings with it.

You turned to him but you both spoke at the same time and chaos reigned for a moment.

“Why didn’t you want me looking at-”

“I’m sorry, Javi, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, you go first-”

“No, you can- Wait, what?”

Normally you would have laughed together and cleared the air, one of you deferring to the other to speak first. This time there was something tense. You had been on the verge of apologizing for snapping at him, a means of smoothing things over while sweeping your own discomfort under the rug. You’d hoped that if you could apologize for being sharp, you could get back to ‘normal’ and just be work partners. Like how it was before your heart got in the way. You thought maybe if you just did that enough, buried everything deeply enough, Javier would never guess how you felt.

And if Javier had been any other man, that might have worked. But he wasn’t the type to feign shyness to help ease your own shyness. Another man might have chuckled and looked away from you, played with his hands on the steering wheel to pass a few awkward seconds. Javier used those deep brown eyes to pierce your defenses and asked you the direct question you had been dreading since your outburst at the bar.

“Why didn’t you want me to look at other women?”

You paused, keeping your breathing even. You blinked a few times but you didn’t look away.

“I don’t care. Look at whoever you want. It’s none of my business.” A lie. And he knew it. And worse yet, you knew that he knew it.

“No amiga, you do care. Or at least you did half an hour ago.” You hated how intense he could be, so calm on the outside while he drew secrets out of panicked people via interrogation. “What is it that you don’t want me to know? What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You put a hard backing to your next words. “Drop it.”

You turned and opened your door, not waiting for Javier to follow as you speed-walked from his car across the parking garage. You slammed through the door to the lobby and took the stairs two at a time to your floor, telling yourself it was necessary exercise, part of staying in shape for foot chases… not avoidance, not the fear of facing Javier and telling him your embarrassing truth. You heard his footsteps land a moment behind yours, and you didn’t bother holding the stairwell door for him. He caught it on the backswing and was just a step behind you as you approached your door.

“I can get inside from here just fine. Good night.” You spoke your words to the keys in your hand, to your doormat, anywhere but to him.

He reached a hand out to hold your wrist, and it was the most gentle touch he had ever laid on you. It matched his low murmur of, “Hey. Wait…”

You turned to face him, and you opened your mouth to repeat the lies, the denials, to try to say something that would brush over tonight’s embarrassment with a clean sweep and let you face yourself and him in the morning. But the look on his face, the way his eyes were soft instead of probing, the whisper of his touch on your wrist when normally he was rough with his high fives and his handshakes… suddenly your voice didn’t work.

Javier looked at you the way that you had hoped for months that he would look at you, but it wasn’t how you wanted this to go. This painful reveal of innermost secrets and feelings. You wanted him to want you, to be bowled over by you, not to pity you or treat you like an idiot. But still, that look on his face, it struck something deep within you and you decided that you would take that look however you could get it.

You opened your mouth to speak and so did Javier, but this time instead of speaking at cross purposes, instead of a jumble of words tumbling into each other, you both said the exact same thing...

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Heat rose in your face at your own admission, at your absolute sureness that he would peel away from you, be upset at you for feeling too much, but the minute you realized his own words had matched yours, you felt the heat in your face ebb away, and before you could process it, before you could think, Javier mumbled a quick, “Fuck it,” and then his hand was on your waist and you were being pulled into his arms and you just went limp and let him kiss you.

The instant his second kiss landed, your brain came back to life and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as deeply as you could, not breaking off even when your next-door neighbor’s apartment door opened, not when it closed again with a soft bang, and not until you felt Javier’s erection grazing your hip.

You finally broke the kiss, breathing out a high-pitched, “Inside?”

Javier grabbed you firmly around the waist and pulled you tighter. “Inside.” His voice was nearly a growl, and you felt your panties get hot and wet.

You took Javier inside your apartment, slamming the door behind you. And you finally confessed everything, with your lips and your body and your legs wrapped around him until the small hours of the morning.

[rarebritney]

could u share ur everyday makeup routine? you always seem so cute and stylish !!

thank you🥺

I like to wash my face first with Dr jart microfoam cleanser bc it leaves a really smooth finish on my skin, then tone with laneige cream skin toner. I use a sponge or my fingers to put on the salt New York sneaky balm skin tint in the lightest shade. If I need more coverage in places I'll layer on the kosas revealer concealer in shade 1.5C.

right now I'm really into bronzing my forehead, I'll either use the glossier solar paint in shade flare and blend out with Milani silky matte bronzer in the lightest shade, or I'll use a nude/peach colored blush to bronze, which works well for me since I'm fair!! I either use Patrick Ta doubletake powder in "do we know her" or Milani cheek kiss cream in nude. I put my bronzer along my hairline, on my temples and down to the top of my cheekbone...

Then I add whatever blush I feel like, I have many lol. My favorite cream blushes are the salt new York creme tint pro, tower 28 beach please balm, melt cream blushlight and Milani cheek kiss. I usually go with a blush that is pink, berry, peach or nude/brown. I'm currently quite obsessed with a brownish nude blush mixed with a dusky pink, like a dirty ballet slipper pink, then a touch of blackberry/hot pink on the apples of my cheek. I mix and match a lot. I also always highlight the tip of my nose with salt new York's pearl highlighter, add faux freckles with original freck, and fill my eyebrows with the kosas brow pop pencil in taupe. I always fill my brows to appear a bit straight with a slight arch, and I don't make them thicker.

my favorite mascara rn is Maybelline Sky high, but I also like the Ilia volumizing mascara. I like to have big dark lashes, even on the bottom ones, and I especially load on mascara at the outer corner. For eyeliner I like a very fine wing just at the outer corner, sometimes so fine as to look more like a single false lash. the glossier pro tip is good but right now I love the freck lashrocket.

I currently love a nude/brownish lip liner with a pink, clear or rosy brown gloss. All day I just put on whatever lip gloss or balm that's in reach lol. I also love tower28 lip jellies and the girlactik jello balm (which smells like fresh laundry and grape soda).

Little details of my beauty routine I just want to mention: I love the mix of native aloe& green tea deodorant with Perfect by Marc Jacobs. I'm obsessed with claw clip updos, my favorite claws are from Chunks, but I also my scunci pink $3 one. I love natural hair makeup brushes bc they work sooo much better at picking up both powders and creams. my favorites are from Rephyr!! Thanks for asking, I find this fun to talk about and document💖

[trulymadlysydney]

I've had this on my mind for quite some time and it's very soft✨: you come home completely exhausted or sick and all you want to do is hide in bed and sleep. You don't even bother to do your nightly routine because that's how tired you are, and that's where he realizes that something is off in you because there's no way you can go to bed without brushing your hair and putting lip balm. Practically those two things are something you always do, no matter what. And seeing you in that state he decides to do it for you "Don't worry darling, I got you" and makes you sit on the edge of the bed while he begins to brush your hair with a lot of love and care and his movements are so smooth that they begin to lull you and he look at you with eyes full of affection because you are practically nodding "Almost, love" finishes brushing your hair and takes some time to put some unruly strands behind your ears, and after that looks for your balm and puts it delicately on your lips, making sure you have everything covered. And when everything is in order he kisses your cheeks slowly and you smile lazily "Thank you, h" he just looks at you completely in love and kisses your forehead before making you lie in bed "Now you can sleep peacefully, love. Everything on the list is checked " but you deny and that confuses him "You skipped the most important step, Harry" he thought he had done everything he has seen you do "What is it? Tell me and I'll go for it " you smile almost asleep because of how adorable and attentive that he is "Your cuddles" 🥺🤧💜🥰

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO ADD PLEASE THIS IS SO SOFT HE WOULD BE SO CUTE just going through your whole nighttime routine to help you ouut oh my god 🥺

[featherypromises]

Seokjin wasn't going to come out of this unscathed. Featuring sickie Namjoon, a smidgen of Jungkook, and Seokjin. Caretaking with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin. Minor mess warning!

For the prequel, click the link below.

Do as I say, not as I do (2):

A good hyung

Seokjin woke up. Not in his bed; laying down, but sitting in a rolling desk chair with his upper body stretched out face-down on top of Namjoon's comforter. He must have fallen asleep after putting Joonah to bed. 

The leader of BTS was still fast asleep. His mouth hung open, allowing quiet, congested snores to escape. He was also blissfully unaware of his audience of one. 

Remembering why he had been in the room in the first place, the older man reached over to gently place the back of his hand against Namjoon's forehead. The sleeping boy was still a bit warm, but definitely not as bad as he had been last night. The oldest member sighed tiredly and stretched. His back ached from the awkward way he had slept, but as long as Joon was okay, it was worth it. 

Getting up quietly to avoid waking his dongsaeng, the taller man left the room, closing the door behind him. He could hear voices and commotion downstairs, so the others were probably up. He tried in vain to flatten and smooth his flyaway hair as he headed towards the kitchen. 

Hobi was in the kitchen, preparing vegetables and chattering away at Yoongi, who, in his hyung's absence had started breakfast… Or lunch? Was it really 11:30 already? 

The maknae line was in a row on the sofa, looking like living representations of "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" and they were oblivious to how cute it looked. Tae was holding the sides of his head, being aegyo. He had just trounced Jimin thoroughly in a video game and the defeated Jimin was covering his eyes in utter disbelief at the upset of his victory. Poor Kookie, looking only half-awake, held a tissue over his nose and mouth with both hands, blowing his much abused nose softly. Seokjin watched them, entertained, as the younger members teased each other and squabbled amongst themselves.

The oldest rapper turned to place the cooking pot into the sink and saw his hyung and what he was looking at. Immediately, Yoongi poked Hoseok and jerked his thumb towards the young vocalists. They shared a smile before turning to Seokjin. 

"Morning Hyung!" Said Hobi brightly.

"Barely…" Yoongi added, "Where's Joonah?"

"Sick…" admitted the older man with a sigh, "I think he caught it from Kookie, but… well, you know Namjoonah never does anything halfway."

Yoongi muttered a curse, 

"Aiisssh, that kid! Seriously…If he would just slow down for a minute…" Hoseok quieted his friend by placing a kindly hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is he doing okay? How can we help? 

Seokjin smiled at the dance leader and shook his head, 

"I gotta handle this one, Hobiyah. It's not bad enough for him to go to the hospital, but he had a fever last night and this morning. I stayed with him overnight to make sure he would be alright." The oldest member rubbed his sore neck and looked at the counter in front of him rather than meet the eyes of either of the younger men. 

Hobi sucked in a breath through his teeth, making a disapproving cluck,

"Hyung! I could have stayed with him, or Yoongi,... You realize you are probably going to get it too now right?" 

Min Yoongi put two and two together in his head and swore again,

"Damnit Hyung! You are just as bad as Joonie! You catch everything these punks bring in here!" He pointed at the three youngest on the couch, drawing their attention. He continued,

"How long did you lecture Namjoon on his health yesterday, or today? I know you did! Don't shake your head at me hyung. You should apply some of your "wisdom" to your own life! Any of us, except maybe Jimin, (the exception to this statement objected with a loud "Yaaah!" and was ignored) would have had a better chance of not catching this than you. It's a miracle that you didn't catch it from Jungkookie!" Yoongi glared at the taller man, who glanced up when the rapper paused for breath.

"I know. It was dumb, but I couldn't just stand by and watch. He hid how sick he was until I found him out and demanded that he take today off. I know I'm going to get it, if I don't have it already, Yoongiyah. But Joon wasn't going to rest or tell anyone, because he felt that would be wrong for a leader to do that when we were all working so hard." Seokjin could feel the youngest three members' eyes on him and he turned towards them,

" You three need to stay away from Namjoon's room for at least a few days. This bug is a lot worse than what Kookie had..." Jungkook blew his nose again, and Seokjin corrected himself, "well, has… This isn't personal, it's being sure that we all don't end up getting sick. Okay?" The young trio nodded, and Seokjin continued, "I'll be with Joon until his fever's gone, but after that, if I start feeling even a little bit sick, I will be in my room, so steer clear until I let you know it's okay to go in again." 

He got more nods, and "Yes, Hyung"s from the maknaes. The eldest member turned back to Hoseok and Yoongi, who was still glowering at him.

"I'm going to need a few things: tissues, cough sweets, cold medicine that fix congestion and coughing, and some of the juices from the refrigerator. Food will be harder to figure out… Yoongiyah, Can you take the soup I froze last week out? Joon can eat that for a while. If I only come to the kitchen to heat up the food and we sanitize well, we should be able to reduce the chances that anyone else gets this."

Hobi began collecting the requested items as he spoke, leaving his hyungs to sort out the rest. Min Yoongi put his pointer finger up in a warning gesture,

"Hyung, you are going to tell me when you start to feel even a little off��� I will bring food to you and to Joon. We really can't afford to have another member get sick or the recording next week is going to be delayed." Seokjin nodded reluctantly. He hated being fussed over, but the rapper was right. 

"I will." The oldest hyung gathered up the supplies and returned to Namjoon's bedroom. The door creaked a bit as he opened it, announcing his reentry. Namjoon groaned as he turned over and opened his eyes slowly. Putting the care items down on the desk, the older boy went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Jooniyah, how are you feeling?" 

The younger man looked up at his hyung blearily,

"Dot good, Hyug. I'b so stuffed ub, I cadt breathe." Seokjin cringed as the younger man coughed harshly into his hands. His body shook with the effort and the struggle to stop the coughs seemed to drain the little energy the rapper had. 

"Let's get some medicine in you, Joonah." The older man helped him sit up against the pillows and measured out the red, gloppy medicine. Handing the tiny cup to Namjoon, Seokjin opened a berry-flavored juice and set it beside the sick man on his nightstand. The leader swallowed the stuff with a grimace and immediately chased it with a big gulp of juice. He licked his lips reflexively and winced. They were so badly chapped that the bottom lip was bleeding slightly. 

"Are the others okay?" asked the not-so-off-duty leader,  as he pulled a tube of lip balm out from under the pile of books on his nightstand and applied it generously.

"Worried about you, but fine otherwise." The older man replied honestly. Namjoon dropped his gaze to his lap and his fingers began toying with the bottle lid. Seokjin sighed,

" They would have found out sooner or later… besides they have to let the managers know that you are not well enough for the photoshoot tomorrow."

That made the leader look up sharply. When he started to protest, Seokjin held up his hand,

"Even if you feel 100% better tomorrow, you might still pass this on to the others. Nobody wants that, Jooniyah." 

The rapline's maknae looked like he still had objections for a moment, but his body had other ideas.

"Hh...Hiih-Hxxgt! Hhxxntch! Hiiphissh! Hektshuh!! Hhh...huhhh…ugh."

As the sneezes ripped their way out of the younger man's nose and throat, he struggled to squash them into his elbow as Seokjin watched helplessly. The oldest member grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a few and handed them to his Dongsaeng. Namjoon hitched for a moment more before groaning in frustration, as the last sneeze eluded him. He took the tissues and blew his nose cautiously, not wanting to trigger another fit. The sound made Seokjin's hair stand on end and he shuddered. It sounded similar to someone popping small bubbles on bubble wrap as the viscous liquid was forced out little by little.

"Poor Joonie… I'm sorry you are feeling so bad." The older man smoothed Namjoon's hair away from his forehead, checking for a fever. The findings gave Seokjin a little comfort. Joon might still be under the weather, but the fever was gone. The vocalist cleared his throat, as he quickly removed his hand, trying to regain his composure and hide his relief. This small action had an unexpected consequence, however. The ailing rapper looked at his hyung with confusion, which quickly evolved into anxious concern, then a guilt-induced panic:

"Hyug, you're dnot… Oh no, did I ged you sig?!? Shit! I'b so stupid! How could I have let you do all those things for be yesterday?!? I shouldn't have let you dnear be! And you were here all last dnight too? I'b so sorry, hyug!" 

Seokjin's utter shock at this sudden reaction, shaped his mouth into a small dumbfounded "o". Recovering himself, he tried to calm the unwell man, who was still berating himself with a thoroughness that showed that this was not the first time that he had thought these insults at himself. 

"Joonah! JOON! STOP! Just stop it now! You are not stupid at all! Never say anything like that again! If I get this cold, so what? I've had colds before. It's my job to look after myself, and if I don't, then the consequences are my fault. Mine. Not yours." Seokjin drew the anxiously trembling man to him, embracing him tightly, " I took my vitamins and got plenty of sleep, so that should give me a fighting chance. Yoongi said it was weird that I hadn't already caught this from Jungkook, maybe I'm building up some resistance." 

The older man felt the other man's congested breathing calm as he held him. Seokjin released the slightly smaller man slowly, guiding him back to lean against the pillows again. 

"You don't have to worry about anything except feeling better, okay?" The vocalist ruffled Namjoon's hair gently. The younger man nodded slowly, then blushed as his stomach grumbled its impatience for food loudly. Seokjin laughed,

"Sounds like you're hungry! I'll check with Yoongi and see if lunch is ready." A few text messages and minutes later, Min Yoongi entered carrying two bowls of chicken and vegetable soup.

"Seokjin-hyung said you weren't feeling well, so your hyungs thought soup would help you get better faster. Hoseokie will come check on you later." Yoongi held out one bowl to the younger rapper and gave the other to Seokjin. The normally taciturn man seemed to struggle for a moment before saying, 

"You worried us, Joonah… Next time you aren't 100%, just tell us. We won't think badly of you for something you can't control." 

Namjoon responded with a sheepish smile,

"I will, Yoongi-hyung… sorry."

Min Yoongi brushed the apology away with a flap of his hand,

"Quit with your sorries and eat before it gets cold." Namjoon obeyed and ate with obvious enjoyment. Seokjin would have been content just to watch the younger man eat. He was happiest when he could cook good food for the other members, but at the moment he had more pressing issues. An alarm bell was going off in his head, signaling him to do something about a tickle that was growing in the back of his nose. He fought for control as his nose twitched and scrunched with irritation. He had only a few seconds to act. He stood abruptly,

 "HH- I'm going to use the-hhh bathroom. I-I'll be back." He left quickly, his breath already hitching. He dashed down the hall, out of earshot and sneezed desperately,

"Heh-hephBrrrsshuh! Ahh-Brreshooo!" The sneezes bent him at the waist, forcing him to try to catch them in his cupped hands. His eyes stung as his sinuses burned and his nose wasn't through with him yet, "Hhh-H'Ressshuh! Ah-GRSShooo! BRESSHUH!" 

Seokjin's hands were covered in a mess of liquid and his face twisted in disgust. He sniffled fruitlessly and turned into the bathroom, leaning his back against the door until it closed behind him. He used his elbows to turn on the faucet and scrubbed his hands until they were bright pink. He sniffled again, trying to prevent the fluid from running over his upper lip. 

The cold had finally caught up with him as Hoseok and Yoongi had said it would. He wasn't congested like Joonie was yet, but Seokjin knew it was only a matter of hours. He was just glad he had been able to leave before Yoongi, or worse, Namjoon had seen or heard that fit. The normally quiet Yoongi would have dragged his hyung by his ear back to the vocalist's bedroom and superglued the taller man to his bed. A small smile played across Seokjin's face at the mental image that accompanied that thought. But that picture was quickly warped until he could only see Joonah's panic-stricken face and hear the younger man verbally beating himself to a pulp over Seokjin getting sick. With a herculean effort, the oldest member pushed the gut-wrenching nightmare image away and splashed water onto his face to help clear his head. He would have to keep this development from Joon. If he didn't, the younger man would just make himself sicker worrying about things that he couldn't fix or change.

The vocalist dried his face and hands before grabbing some tissues and blowing his nose. The man knew how pointless blowing his nose was at this point. It was like kicking at a wave rolling onto the shore: you couldn't stop it, but trying made him feel like he wasn't giving in to the illness yet. He shoved extra tissues into his pocket, just in case.

Steeling himself, he returned to the youngest rapper's bedroom. Yoongi gave him a suspicious look as he entered, but said nothing. Instead the younger man put his pointer finger close to his lips in a pantomime of "Shush". Seokjin relaxed as he saw that their leader was asleep again, his bedspread lovingly tucked in around him and a box of tissues within easy reach. 

Silently the older men collected the bowls, flatware, and empty bottle of juice and left the room like shadows, closing the door behind them. They moved down the hall towards the stairs, when Seokjin felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. When he turned to see what the rapper needed, the older man was instantly subjected to a long, deft finger poking him in the nose. Seokjin stumbled back and gasped as his now sensitized nose objected, and launched him into an itchy flurry of sneezes.

"Wh-what the Hehhhl! H-Heh-Hahrresshoo! HehGrresshhoo!! Hat'shuuh! Ghessshoo! Heh-HAH-HEKT'SHOOO!!! ASH-CHOO!!!"

Unable to cover with full hands, Seokjin sneezed openly, twisting away from the younger man. At the end of the fit, the older man was a sniffling, drippy wreck. He wiped his runny nose on the forearm of his sleeve. Through teary eyes, he saw Yoongi glaring at him, arms crossed; the dishes he'd been carrying on the floor, forgotten.

Defeated, the older man made a face at the younger man before continuing down the stairs with the dishes. He put them into the sink and used a paper towel to clean himself up, as Yoongi caught up with him. The rapper deposited the remaining dishes into the sink and said,

"I could hear you from down the hall."

Seokjin went white as a sheet. Had Namjoon heard too? The shorter man shook his head, in response to the unasked question.

"Joon was too busy to hear… his nose was causing him problems too. He was so tired after that much sneezing that he almost fell asleep sitting up." 

The singer sighed in relief. He nodded and turned to head upstairs to get some rest himself. It would be a long couple of days. Passing Yoongi, he rested one large hand on the smaller man's shoulder.

"Don't tell him… Joonie would just be upset."

"Fine, but you have to promise me, Hyung, that you will text either me or Hobi if you need anything or if you start feeling really bad. Any sign of fever or…anything…" Yoongi didn't meet his hyung's eyes, but Seokjin knew that was just the rapper trying to hide his concern. Six years of friendship had given the oldest member at least that much insight into Min Yoongi's mind. He smiled at the younger man, 

"I promise, Yoongiyah." His tender moment with the younger member was interrupted by another sneeze. This time he was able to fish a tissue from his pocket to catch it. 

"Huh-HUH-HEH-GHSSSHH!" The younger man rolled his eyes at his hyung,

"Yeah-yeah, let's get you back upstairs. I'll check on Joonie once you are settled and I'll have Hoseokie check on you later."

The oldest member snuffled into the tissue and nodded, following the smaller man up the stairs and into his bedroom. Seokjin wasn't really surprised when the rapper turned down the bed coverlet and sheets or when he pulled the shades on the windows to darken the room for sleep. What surprised him was that once he had laid down, Yoongi with practiced hands began to tuck him in, in the same way he had obviously done for Namjoon, not long ago. Seokjin hadn't experienced this in years, it felt strangely comforting. 

"Sleep well, Hyung. I will bring you some medicine in a few minutes." The older man smiled at the rapper, showing a mixture of pride and gratitude, and said just loud enough for Yoongi to hear as he turned to leave,

"You are a good hyung, Yoongiyah."

"You too."

[joyandeggs]

For the soft asks, all the even ones! :D

Sending you all my love, sweet one ❤️

@m3v3 also asked: 3, 4, 8, 19, 20 for the ask game!

Thanks, y'all. ❤

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

I don't wear makeup too often due to my face always being so flaky after putting it on, but there is this semi liquid foundation I really like. Aqua Smooth, I think it's called? I think it's Covergirl. If I can figure out how to make it not flake and be weird on my face, I would wear it more cause I really do like it and how it matches my skin perfectly.

My favorite things are lip balms and lip glosses/lip sticks. Burts Bees is my favorite lip balm, especially the tinted ones. For lipstick, I like more brown and pink colors. I need to buy some new ones though. The ones I've had are old, I need to throw them away.

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

I honestly wouldn't want to be anyone or anything else other than myself. I would like to be a fictional though. A fictional character in a fictional world. 😖

october - what month were you born in?

August.

ivory - describe your pajamas?

I have these cute pink pajamas with little red hearts all over them. Both in pants and shorts. ❤ They're so cute and comfy. I'm spending the day in them today, with a pink sweater. 😊💓

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

Lately, the weather's either been freezing cold or multiple seasons in a single day, so I've been wearing my one white sweater that keeps me warm and is long enough to cover my bottom a bit. Or my pink tank top that's flowy and v-neck so I can be comfortable in the heat.

silk - do you like k-pop?

I like it okay! I'll listen to it sometimes if it pops up on my spotify. I personally love J-Pop more. I have more of an emotional and closer connection to it.

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Oh, I love smiles. And dimples, freckles, or marks, if they have them! 💕

buttery - favorite snack?

Chips and dip are a staple snack at our house. We'll buy artichoke or sour cream dips from the deli section and snack on it with tortilla chips. ❤ But I also love the Dots pretzels.

pencil - do you own a journal?

I technically don't? Not a personal one. I do have journal for wedding planning for Corin and I.

honey - favorite term of endearment?

I absolutely love being called baby... 😖😭💞💦 Baby, sweetheart, pretty/sweet girl...good girl... If you call me any of these, I'll just ********

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

A favorite dream I had... Gosh. I know I've had a few about hxh before. One where a hxh fighting/JRPG type of game existed, and you could play as Shoot and Knuckle cause the game went up to the Election Arc. And they had different side quests with some other characters and different costumes, it was a fun dream.

I've also had a dream about...Shoot in a bath... And that he was watching over me while I was sick one time, maybe? I don't know. I'll have dreams but once I wake up I barely remember what all happened. I wish I could have more dreams about Shoot...

velvet - who was your first crush?

The first crush I ever had was fictional, actually... Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon. Or Lieutenant Surge from Pokemon. I also really liked Bowser... 😳😳😳

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

I don't really. I do make sure to wash my face with acne wash when I take a shower, and put on lotion whenever I dry off.

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

My imaginary friends growing up were imagining my favorite video game/cartoon characters were real and near me anywhere I was. So Sonic the Hedgehog was usually keeping me company and making sure I was okay over the years. 😌💙

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?

Maybe on the cheek once or twice? But no, not to my knowledge.

shampoo - favorite scent?

I love anything apples, cinnamon, pumpkin, vanilla, or cookies. 💞 I'm a huge fan of the holiday themed candles and things.

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

Hm... I don't personally have a favorite movie actor/actress. I do love D.C. Douglas! He's actually acted in different movies and things even though he's done more voice acting over the years! As for a Japanese actor, even though they may have only done voice work, Yuuji Ueda, Kazuya Nakai, Hiroaki Hirata, and Hiroshi Kamiya. 💞

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

I have a few I really love. There's one with lace sleeves that have a ruffle at the ends, knee length and v-neck, navy blue. It's a very pretty dress, and I love it. You can wear it in any season, I feel like. ❤ And I have a sweater dress that's gray, ends below my knees, and hugs my body more, but it is so simple and pretty. I wish I had more dresses! A lot of them don't fit me well sadly.

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

I love vanilla, or getting something like a vanilla and chocolate swirl or birthday cake.

sapphos - favorite poet?

I don't have a favorite poet specifically, but I do have some favorite poems! I had to link my reblog, but I love these poems. ❤

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

I absolutely love carnations and wildflowers. 💓 Gladiouses and poppies are both super pretty too. Apparently they're August flowers. 💗

sunset - what are your pronouns?

She/They.

[whatmakeshimharry]

Hii, good morning! I asked you about the drugstore lip product and how you remove your make up last night. I don't actually wear lipstick, I want to try it though because I love how it looks on others, that's why I asked that question, haha. That color you're talking about sounds perfect for me, I can't really imagine myself just suddenly wearing red and dark lipsticks. Maybe I'll give it a try. And I also use micellar water to remove my makeup x

Hiii

And yes, I think it’s an amazing colour to start, it’s the perfect nude. That way, it’s easier for me to wear it during the day. I’m all up for bold lips (I LOVE doing glitter lips) but I feel more confortable wearing a nude shade when I’m at uni or the music school. So yes, definitely start from that one