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sour--disposition · 4 years ago

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Bad Girlfriend

harry lewis x fem!reader

@ketamineharry suggested a harry imagine based off of Anne-Marie’s Bad Girlfriend and voila

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You cancel plans for me - I cancel ours on you - Say I'd be back early - I don't get in 'til 2 - You ask me where I've been - I tell you something vague - Think I messed up again - What can I say

You were sick and tired of Harry and his behaviour. When you first got together, you chalked his actions up to being young and dumb. And then to getting used to having more money. Then you blamed it on having to deal with so much at such a young age.

The excuses piled up, one on top of the other. You knew one day it would all come toppling down around you, drowning you and Harry in a sea of problems that you doubted you’d be able to survive. You’d excused cheating, been by his side during hangovers from hell and comedowns that took too long to make Harry realise that the high really wasn’t worth the pain. You’d rubbed his back and handed him bottles of water and paracetamol and nursed him back to health, only for him to go and get in the same state the next weekend and expect you to help him gather the pieces back together again.

You’d tried to patch things up. Every time that you went to Harry to air all your concerns, tell him that if he doesn’t get his act together that you’d leave, and he always promised that things would be better this time. But something would always happen. There’d be plans he’d forget or cancel. He’d get too drunk and end up with hands over another girl’s body.

“Ooh, you look nice”, Harry commented as soon as you answered his FaceTime call. “What are you doing?”, he asked you.

“I’m off out with some girls from uni tonight”, you told him as you stood up from the sofa and started gathering your things together.

“I thought you were coming over?”, he said, a small pout forming on his lips.

“Sorry”, you said nonchalantly. “I’ll make it up to you, yeah”, you told him half-heartedly.

“Yeah, whatever”, Harry huffed. “Come back here after?”, he suggested.

“Sure”, you said, a small smile on your lips. “I’ve gotta go, their taxi just pulled up. Love you”, you rushed out, hanging up and shoving your phone into your clutch, along with your keys, card and some cash.

Harry 💕: where are you it’s 11?

Harry💕: y/n c’mon i miss you

Harry💕: am i waiting up for you or not?

Harry💕: its 2am

You didn’t read the texts until you were swaying on the spot in the lift of Harry’s apartment building. Your vision was fuzzy as you tried to find the right key for their front door. “Y/N?”, Harry asked, opening the door.

“Hey”, you slurred, stumbling towards him. “I couldn’t see your key”, you told him.

“Where’ve you even been?”, Harry asked, voice dripping with distaste and disappointment.

“Here, there, everywhere”, you giggled.

“Come on, go to bed”, Harry said sternly. “I have a shoot tomorrow and Josh will kill me if I’m late or lacking”, he told you.

“Oh, I am so very sorry”, you drawled, exaggerating all of your words, much to your own amusement.

“I’m not being funny, Y/N. Go to bed or go home”, Harry said sharply.

Your face dropped, the small square inch of your brain that was yet to be drenched in vodka and whatever else you’d been drinking lit up with anger. “Fine”, you snapped. You stormed down the hallway, sure of your footing this time and not stumbling once.

“Where are you going?”, Harry called after you.

“Home!”, you shouted, wrenching the front door open and slamming it behind you as hard as you could.

You shivered in the cold, late night wind of London as you waited on the curbside for your taxi. As soon as the car pulled up, you slid into the backseat and rattled off your address. The street lights and neon signs of London passed by in a blur of alcohol and anger and regret. “Thanks. Keep the change”, you muttered, handing a note over to the driver and getting out of the taxi.

Once you’d got back into your apartment, you changed into some pyjamas and took your make-up off as quickly as possible. You crawled under the covers, pulling them around your body and getting comfy in the middle of your bed.

Part of you felt a little guilty for how you’d treated Harry, but a bigger part of you couldn’t find the effort to care. You’d put up with Harry acting like this for 6 years, he could tolerate you doing it once or twice.

You wanna meet my friends - I say another day

“Another day, Harry”, you sighed, heavily, turning back to the work you were trying to get done for your classes.

“You always say that. You’ve been on this course for, like, a year”, Harry whined.

“I know but I really need to focus on work at the moment, Harry”, you told him. “I started my degree later than I wanted to anyway and then I didn’t commit to it like I should have last year because of…”, you trailed off. “Another day”.

“Because of what?”, Harry asked, voice taking a combative edge as he sat up straighter.

“Harry, I don’t want to get into this again”, you sighed heavily, slumping into your chair.

“Well, you started it!”, he argued. “So finish your sentence. Go on!”, he goaded.

“I couldn’t commit to my degree because I was too busy looking after you!”, you shouted. “Is that what you wanted? Me to lash out? Fucking well done”, you spat. You gathered up your things as quick as you could, closing your book and shoving things into your bag.

“Where are you going now?”, Harry asked frustratedly.

“Home. I have an essay to do for next week”, you muttered as you shoved past Harry.

Things between you and Harry were only getting worse. You knew about the other girls, but the both of you just pretended that you didn’t. All of his friends saw Harry as some sheepish kid with a loud mouth girlfriend, but they never got to see the Harry that you were seeing more and more. The Harry that held things from years ago against you, the Harry that was becoming more controlling by the day, the Harry that would raise his voice when things went even slightly not his way… The Harry that wasn’t the same Harry that you fell in love with.

'Cause I'm one in a million - More like in a billion - I don't think it's cheating if I'm kissing other women - I do some shit you can't forgive - And you better get used to it

The more you and Harry argued, the more his friends didn’t like you. They hid it well, especially Simon and Josh since you were such good friends with Talia and Freya. But you noticed the side glances you’d get anytime you laughed a little louder than usual, any time you’d say something that would make Talia or Freya cackle. You’d notice the looks that they would send Harry when you had the audacity to go and dance and your own, or when you’d be on your phone whilst everyone else was fighting to keep you out of the conversation.

You had no doubt in your mind that Harry was telling them bare-faced lies about you and hiding the truth about himself. You knew that they had no clue about Harry’s cheating, about how bad his drinking and substance abuse had truly been, how much he actually relied on you for day to day functioning. All they knew was that you were loud, argumentative and didn't give Harry the time of day when it came to uni work.

“Do you think she knows she’s punching?”, you heard Ethan ask JJ.

“I mean, it’s so obvious. Harry’s miles out of her league. C’mon man!”, JJ laughed in reply.

You looked to Harry to see his reaction. You knew he’d heard what was said, but based on the look on his face, he couldn’t care less. You didn’t need the validation from your boyfriend’s best friends, but it would be nice if your boyfriend would at least defend you or reassure you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave the table, heading towards the toilets. You were facing the mirror, touching up your hair and make-up, when Freya and Talia walked in. “What happened?”, Talia asked.

You told them what you’d heard and watched as their faces contorted into looks of horror. “Oh my god!”, Freya exclaimed. “What did Harry say!?”, she asked, coming closer to hold you hand supportively.

Your silence answered their question perfectly. “I can’t believe him”, Talia huffed, wrapping her arms around you.

“Things haven’t been great, but I never thought he’d just sit and let his best friends slag me off practically to my face”, you told them. Your eyes were watery.

“Hey, babe. Don’t let your mascara run”, a dark haired girl told you, handing you a tissue. “Whoever is letting someone slag you off is stupid”, she assured you.

“My boyfriend”, you said sadly.

“I hate boys”, she laughed darkly, rolling her eyes, before rejoining her group of friends.

You, Talia and Freya emerged from the toilets around 5 minutes later, once you were sure that your tears had dried and weren’t going to restart. The three of you walked towards the table, Freya and Talia immediately sliding next to Josh and Simon.

“Where’s Harry?”, you asked, not seeing him anywhere. Ethan gave you a look and pointed towards the dancefloor before turning back to his conversation with JJ and Vik.

You glanced over towards the dancefloor, hoping you’d see Harry. Thankfully, he was towards the edge, back turned towards you. You watched as he turned around, ready to try and grab his attention. His eyes met yours, briefly filling with panic, before darting back down to the girl in his arms.

“Fuck this”, you muttered, as Harry’s friends and Freya and Talia all watched as he tried to assess the situation and what to do.

He watched as you walked closer, looking ready to send the stranger away. Harry’s eyes followed you as you sailed past him and towards the middle of the dance floor. You could feel eyes on you as you began dancing to the music, letting the beat mix with the alcohol and take over your body.

“Did you sort things with your boyfriend?”, a female voice asked. It was the girl from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes somewhat playfully at her.

“No”, you snorted. “I came to speak to him and he was all over another girl”, you told her. Your eyes darted over to where you’d last seen Harry. “That’s him there, sucking face with the blonde”.

“I hope he’s your ex-boyfriend now”, she told you, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s complicated”, you admitted, looking down in shame. It wasn’t news to you that you were letting Harry treat you like a doormat, but you had yet to muster up the courage to leave him. Just as you looked up, ready to offer to explain it over a drink, someone behind you shoved you, sending you catapulting into the girl’s arms.

“Careful there, can’t have you falling for me already. I’ve not even started flirting yet”, she told you with a smirk. “Martha”, she said politely, holding out a hand.

“Y/N”, you told her with a shy smile as you accepted her outstretched hand.

“Care for a dance?”, Martha asked you, pulling you closer with the hand that was still in hers.

You didn’t care if Harry and his friends watched as your bodies rolled together. Harry had never danced with you on a night out like this, never held you shamelessly in a club for everyone to see. Harry had never held your face so securely as he pulled you in for a kiss in front of everyone around you.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”, you heard beside you.

“Is this the boyfriend?”, Martha asked once she’d pulled back and let her eyes flutter open, eyeing Ethan up and down as soon as she had.

“The boyfriend’s best friend”, you told her, preparing to step out of her hold.

“Last time I checked, the boyfriend was preoccupied with someone else. Get him to come and find me when he wants his girlfriend. We’ll be right here”, she said, voice powerful and allowing no argument as her arms held you closer.

Harry never came to find you. The two of you left the club in separate taxis and you left with a new number saved in your phone.

You should be with someone else - Someone who is not myself

“Harry, you deserve so much better”, you heard a voice say as you walked into Harry’s apartment. You walked down the hallway quietly, lingering just behind the door frame to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“We’ve been together for so long, though”, Harry sighed.

“Did you not see what she did the other night? She was all over some other chick!”, a voice, Simon’s, exclaimed.

“Maybe it was just a mistake, y’know”, Harry tried to reason.

“She’s not good for you, Harry”, JJ, this time, said.

You’d heard enough. You turned the corner, coming face to face with all 7 of the boys. “Y/N…”, Harry trailed off.

“No, no. Carry on talking about me, it’s fine”, you said, voice lathered in artificial sweetness.

“Damnit, Y/N, it wasn’t like that”, Harry snapped, surprising everyone but you. “What are you doing?”, he asked as you started gathering a blanket off of the back of the sofa and plucking a hoodie off of the back of a dining room chair..

“Getting my shit and going”, you hissed.

“You’re being dramatic”, Harry scolded.

“No, Harry. I’ve put up with your bullshit since we were 18. I’m sick and tired of it. I’ve put my life on hold for long enough. You need someone, but I’m not that someone anymore. I’m sick of looking after you and letting your friends hate me just because you’re too much of a coward to tell them the truth”, you spat.

“We know everything, Y/N”, Ethan said smugly, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.

“So you know that I started my degree late because I had to get Harry sober? You know that he’s cheated on me more times than I can count? You know that I’ve tried for 6 fucking years to get him to love me as much as I love him and it’s never fucking worked!?”, you all but yelled, shocking everyone in front of you.

“You think I don’t love you?”, Harry asked, voice frustrated and angry.

“I know that you don’t love me as much as I love you”, you told him simply. “You cancelled 3 anniversary dates to go on nights out with the guys. You made me cancel a weekend away because you wanted to go to Dubai. You get annoyed when I try to do my uni work. You let Ethan and JJ slag me off, practically to my face, and didn’t say a fucking word”, you told him.

You looked at Harry, waiting for a reaction. “Do you know how heartbreaking it is to hear my boyfriend’s best friends, people I’ve known for 6 years, say that I’m punching and that you deserve better? Did you think about how much it hurt me when you didn’t even flinch at what they said?”.

Harry’s face lit up in anger. “It’s not like you’ve been a good girlfriend!”, he spat.

“Because being a good girlfriend to you is like a full time job. It’s a full time job and I haven’t had a day off in over 5 years. So yeah, I’ve been a bad girlfriend… Boo fucking hoo”, you grumbled.

Harry remained silent, a sheepish look crossing his face. “We can try again”, he suggested quietly.

“We have! Over and over again!”, you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. “I’m exhausted, Harry. I’m tired of looking after you when I’m just as hungover as you. I’m tired of not making plans because I literally can not afford for you to cancel on me anymore. You don’t value me or anything that I do. Your friends hate me and you don’t care. I’ve been your last priority for years and I’m sick of it. We’re done. I’ll put your stuff in a box and bring it round”, you told him, voice losing more and more strength as you spoke.

“Y/N…”, Harry tried, reaching for your arm.

“Don’t”.

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velvethopewrites · 3 years ago

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Bleurgh…..

It is now 4am where I live. I’ve been up since 2am and went to bed at 10:30pm the night before. I think. It feels like it was 4 weeks ago. I am not getting any sleep lately. Argh.

I promised myself I was no longer going to use this blog for personal stuff but I am too tired to sign out and switch to my other one so you get me blathering on main. Sorry.

You know, sometimes I really wish I could just write as fast as I can think. I have so many many ideas in my head and the most frustrating thing is actually sitting down and getting them out - not just because of the time and effort but like…it’s just better in my head, you know?

I also wish that I could take this energy I have to tell stories about the same two idiots being in love and apply it to actual, real life stuff. But I can’t. I don’t know how, for one thing.

Writing is honestly one of the only things I can even pretend to do well - personal relationships? Nope, I suck. I am sure people are disappointed by me on a daily basis. Grocery shopping? I constantly mis-buy and overspend. Can’t keep to a budget if you paid me. Keep my house cleaned? Uh, nope. Haven’t changed the sheets on my bed in weeks. My cat has his own indentation in the pillows at this point. I feel like I half-ass myself through life very nicely, but writing? Writing is like my thing, man. And I work super hard at it, far harder than it appears, trust me. I fret, I whinge, I cry, I stab it it with pointy sticks. But I love it. I guess that counts for something...

Not sure what my point was.

I’m tired. I haven’t had coffee yet. My cat keeps giving me puppy dog eyes. Except in his feline way of his. My boyfriend fell asleep on the couch, so I can’t even cuddle up to his body heat. I’m screwed.

Just this.

Do the thing you love in any way you can and just love it. For its own sake. For your tiny piece of sanity and inner peace.

It makes a bad night seem better. And a difficult day seem brighter.

#Bleurgh #personal #I may be mental #not sure #writing #will probably delete later

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taebear0801 · 4 years ago

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Nct Dream Reaction to scaring you or you flinching during an argument.

May consider sensitive content for some people and Mark is in dream again because it’s become fixed.

Mark lee

You were over at Mark’s room in the dorm after he invited you over last night. But today he was too stressed and crabby to deal with you.

“Mark?”

“What do you want now?”

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to chill out and spend some time in the park” you try to reason but you voice is wavering, scared that Mark will be mad at you.

“NO Y/N. You don’t understand what’s its like to work this hard or be an idol. You’re too naive to understand my stress, go yourself” this out burst had you looking down at your hands frustrated but you can’t let him treat you like this.

“WELL, I’m trying to put in effort unlike you. You always think everything in the relationship is about you.” And when he turned around you knew that you fucked up. But whaat you didn’t expect was for mark to stand up and walk towards you threatening you.

“Don’t Ever Talk To Me Like That Again” articulating every word.

Already being smaller than him, the disadvantage of sitting on a bed so you put up your arms in defence. When Mark sees this action he realises how he must of scared you and you just wanted to spend time with him despite your earlier comment.

“I’m sorry Jagi.” He said softly waiting for you to look up at him before he continued, “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” He would ask if you were ok before he touches you and would engulf you in a hug whilst both of you apologise many times to each other.

Hwang Renjun

Renjun has always been mouthy and sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. But he’s got to the point of actually scaring you.

“I don’t have time to only play attention to you. The world doesn’t revolve around you sweetheart” he would say in an extremely sarcastic tone that really hurt you.

“Why would you say something like that. I’ve given up time for you” you would yell back, upset he talked to you like that.

He was trying to walk away but when he heard you, he stopped in his tracks and slams the door he just open while turning around. So when he sees you flinch initially he didn’t think much of it.

“You honestly think that you have given up anything in this relationship? I’m putting my career on the line, maybe you not worth it.” And with that you run out the door back into your apartment. You get some boba to chill you out but the whole time Renjun’s words ring in your ear. That night you put on one of his shirts and climb into bed all alone. You cry at the memory but unbeknownst to you, when you left the dorm, Jaemin heard the exchange and told Renjun that if he wanted to keep you, he would need to apologise.

So when he unlocks the door, he feels worse when he sees how alone you were on the shared bed you bought for both of you. He hears some stiffening and accidentally closes the door too loudly. This makes you flinch and he remembers how you flinched before. You guys would make up in the bed and he would apologise more for the words he said than his slamming the door.

Lee Jeno

Jeno is known to be scary with the members but you never believed it. He was always so sweet to you and even when he got annoyed in an argument he would be more frustrated but never seem intimidating. But when he dragged you back into your apartment after the waiter at the cafe recognised you and started, in his eyes, flirt with you.

“How could you have that guy all over you like that? Did you enjoy it? Like a fucking slut enjoying other men’s attention?” His words hurt. Sure you used to like the guy but now you’re with Jeno, so this situation didn’t make any sense to you.

“Like I said before, I don’t like him anymore”

“BUT THAT PRICK RUBBED IT IN MY FACE. He kept stating your past an how you used to like him”

“But-“ and before you could respond, Jeno slammed his hand on the table and walked up to you after saying.

“SHUT UP!”

You raise your arms in defence and he could see your tears building up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry for scaring you baby.”

“I can’t believe you would accuse me and call me a slut” you say softly but shaking from the tears falling. He just engulfs you in a hug stroking you to calm you down. He feels bad at the way he spoke and would spoil you for the next few days. He doesn’t what you to think of him as a monster.

Lee Donghyuck

It’s 3 am and you are in Donghyuck’s room whilst he plays video games. You kinda wished that he rested more but you also like the way he looks happy when playing.

“Go to bed with me donghyuck. Please”

“After this game. Go to bed first” He said for the 11th time.

“Why are you like this, you need to rest.” You start yelling.

“Just be quiet and don’t wake the others.” He said sharply.

You had enough and after he died in the game, you turn off the power button of the computer.

“What the-. WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM Y/N. Why did you do that?!” Donghyuck is turned around in disbelief.

“You died so I thought you were finished.”

This seemed to have triggered something and he walks toward you furiously, causing you to crawl up higher on the bed.

He yells, “What right do you have to turn off my computer despite if the game finished or not.”

But when he raises his hand, you shield your face and start crying, “please don’t hit me”.

With this, donghyuck is shattered. He doesn’t realise just how late or how tired you must of been to just want to cuddle with him.

“I just didn’t want to sleep alone” you cried as you continue to hid your face from him. “Im sorry if that’s selfish” and with that you roll off bed and run towards the door.

Donghyuck grabs you before you get the chance and gently back hugs you. “I’m not letting you out at 3am in the morning.”

“Why are you caring now suddenly” and you try to get to the door again. Donghyuck gets his opportunity to grab your wrist and pull you to him crying.

“Let’s sleep ok. I don’t what you to be scared of me.”

In bed he strokes your sleeping face thinking you are in deep sleep and says softly, “you know I would never harm you in that way. But I can’t believe we came to this.” But you heard every word.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin doesn’t like to fight and even if you guys do there’s usually the silent treatment and then a very cute date to make up. But today was different, Jaemin hasn’t yelled at you like this. He hasn’t been this aggressive. He’s upset that when you come to the dorms, you only interact with the boys.

“Would you rather date Renjun over me?” He would ask, “do you want him to fuck you?” His comments didn’t help the fact that you were wearing a cute skirt you bought a couple days ago to impress Jaemin. But when came to the dorms, Jisung asked you to get a stain out of his shirt then Renjun ask you to help him cook, which Jaemin did not take a liking to.

“Are you calling me a slut?”

“I don’t know but you sure like other men’s attention.”

“You know I only love you, Jaemin.” You try to reassure him but when you walk towards him, he adjusts his fringe and this makes you flinch.

You aren’t sure how long you both stood there but Jaemin was mad. He was mad you thought of him like that.

“Did you really think that or are you trying to get a reaction out of me” he would growl.

“What- now it was my reflex”

“I don’t care, but you damn well know that I would never hit you. I can’t believe you thought that lowly of me” he would exclaim.

You’re not sure how to recover from this but you head for the door and the boys hitting outside on the couch would look at you fully aware of situation. This would make you feel even worse and you would run out the door. I would take half a day to find Jaemin outside your apartment door with some flowers. And probably a roast from Renjun about his insecurity.

Zhong Chenle

Poor baby, you and Chenle would be the cutest couple and fights never really existed. But when you over hear Chenle talking to Jisung about how his mum found out about you and she doesn’t like you. His mum thought you were with him for the money and this breaks you. You have never benefited from Chenle’s income so none of this made sense to you.

“But why didn’t you come to me? Are you thinking about breaking up” you are on the verge of tears at the moment and Chenle would not know how exactly to handle this situation.

“No I just needed someone to ask, a guy in this situation.” the last thing he wanted was to break up. You were his rock and always there to listen to him at 2am.

“I only love you y/n really, I don’t care what my mum says.” He would get kinda frustrated that this wasn’t getting through.

So he goes to touch your face but he reaches too quickly and you flinch and clench your eyes before opening at the feeling of your soft fingertips grazing your chin.

“Why did you do that” he would be shaking.

“I don’t know your hand moved too fast.”

“Are you scared of me?” And this would be so upsetting but you had to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. He would be more of a mess than you and you would need to comfort him instead.

Park Jisung

You and jisung, like some of the others don’t fight much. But something about him really bothered you lately. When he was alone with you he was a clingy, like a koala bear always touching you. But when you went to a restaurant with the boys he would not touch you or talk to you for long periods of time. So when you touched his hand or attempted to feed him, he would tell you to stop rather loudly in front of the boys. Embarrassed, you retract and don’t attempt anymore clingy actions.

So you confront him about this but he gets snapping and wants to end the conversation. But when you continue to push the subject he gets really angry.

“It’s not that serious. I really don’t understand why you are pushing this y/n are you trying to be difficult?” You reach for him but he slaps your hand away and now you’re frozen.

“I already told you I love you and I show you that in our free time, it’s just I don’t want to be teased.” And now he is walking towards you. Jisung is tall so he looks quite intimidating from your perspective, especially how you’re now holding your hand in shock.

“How dumb can you be huh?” He continues as you lower your head and start to hug yourself in defence. Your cowering form would be surprising to Jisung.

“What are you doing” but when he sees you crying he would panic and not know how to calm you down. He would give you some space and call him taeyong to ask for advice because he realises he scared you but he didn’t know what to do. It really didn’t hit him until Taeyong explained how you scary he can look to you but you would get a text from jisung to meet him at the food market and trust me he would cling onto you in public and take you to the arcade for a cute date.

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cattles-bians · 3 years ago

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exes au part 15

post directory

em: viola teas i am like. incapable of sleeping in

em: i woke up 10:30 on the dot and i thought. what the fuck

em: 10:30 is especially offensive bc it means the mcdonald’s breakfast is done

obsetress: brain immediately said viola up and about doing all the chores vacuuming with no sympathy for her constantly sleeping in snoring girlfriend dani clayton

obsetress: but nah i'm sorry for you that sucks

em: inspiring deranged viola behaviour is

em: the greatest gift of all

obsetress: god so true when u think about it

obsetress: not that viola vacuums, she def has cleaners but

obsetress: actually no

obsetress: she has cleaners but she's prob not satisfied and gets out her expensive vacuum she has no idea how to use and is clattering n making such a fuss

obsetress: and poor dani

em: she’s up and about rearranging things, she’s causing a ruckus,

obsetress: dani's like "you have just as bad insomnia as me and you're just... getting up? that early?"

obsetress: viola shrugs "i don't need that much sleep"

obsetress: "you do, though"

obsetress: she shrugs and disappears into the kitchen

obsetress: insomniac gf and insomniac gf

em: insomnia gfs

em: viola runs on like

em: supernatural element carrying over: viola is a little too good at running on no sleep and no one knows if she ages

obsetress: YEAH

em: i love a sorta, grounded real life show w like one or two unexplained ambiguously supernatural things that no one blinks at

obsetress: i was gonna be like

obsetress: i wonder what dani and viola do when theyre up not sleeping at night and then i was like

obsetress: Well,

obsetress: no they do that but they also do the most random borderline unhinged shit like

obsetress: dani tries new baking recipes and they sit on the countertop in their pjs or underwear or nothing and eat scones at three am

em: go for night drives

em: night drives aren’t even unhinged but they’re nice

em: but they don’t listen to music they listen to fucken podcasts

obsetress: that fuckin lorde song

[em note: it's supercut]

obsetress: they go to the roof and dani lays her head in viola's lap and stares at the stars while viola reads to her in french

obsetress: ugh i put it on oh god why did i put it on

[em note: it's still supercut]

obsetress: in my head.........

obsetress: i do everything right............

obsetress: when you call............

obsetress: i'll forgive and not fight.............

obsetress: ours are the moments.........i play in the dark OH MY GOD VI'S INSOMNIA AFTER DANI LEAVES AND SHES ALONE

em: ur a MONSTER

obsetress: i need to lay on the floor and put this song on repeat

obsetress: anyway um

obsetress: another thought from when i was thinking about the vacuum like

obsetress: viola has a degree of learned helplessness that all rich people have but she's not an idiot like the rest of them yknow and i think like

obsetress: she had to do a lot when she and perdita were kids!

obsetress: after her mom died

em: hannah......

obsetress: and then after her dad died before she married arthur and like

obsetress: then being a single mom (viola lloyd single mom i'm drooling) even w all the help she can afford

obsetress: she has a chip on her shoulder and Does Things For Herself but also just

obsetress: sometimes it happens! there's never enough time and never enough help!

obsetress: and she loves isabel so much like

obsetress: viola making isabel her lunches

obsetress: oh god

em: making her little lunches at like 2am bc it’s been a busy day and she’s tired and she’s sore and she’s sad but the one thing viola will never skip is like

em: making sure isabel gets her lunches

em: hey what is wrong with us

obsetress: GOD YEAH

obsetress: EXACTLY

obsetress: HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING ABOUT HER MAKING THEM AT TWO AM UGH

obsetress: anyway um yeah viola making isabel her lunches at two am

obsetress: i know that i wrote jamie leaving flora notes on her napkins but like

[em note: read 'and she taught me a lesson alright']

obsetress: i just think it's something a mom who really loves her kid and wants them to feel safe and okay would do so i want to say vi does it for isabel too!!! and what of it they're different universes it's fine

em: ur just building the hannah obsetress cinematic universe

em: building up some Themes and Motifs

obsetress: themes motifs and symbols

obsetress: anyway viola packing isabels lunches she writes little notes and puts on lipstick n kisses them

obsetress: so isabel can get a kiss from her mom

em: im going to kill u w my bare hands

obsetress: cut to vi in the bathroom wiping it off later à la jennifer check

em: im GONNA

obsetress: sometimes when vi has to go out of town for business or w/e she leaves a stack of napkins with arthur to put in isabel's lunch so she can still get a kiss from her mom even when she's gone

em: thats so extra??

em: its so viola

obsetress: exactly

obsetress: she definitely has a fear of isabel favoring arthur over her (abandonment issues etc etc)

obsetress: gestures at canon

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em: dani 'its casual' taylor

obsetress: leave the typo

obsetress: dont you dare change it

em: i need u to know that i DO fuck but

em: hgfngjkyhGJBJKFHD FUCK

em: ruined my own joke

obsetress: in the most spectacular way

em: dani 'i need you to know i DO fuck but im accepting offers' clayton

obsetress: she takes care to drop that like

obsetress: it's just casual SHE'S not anything serious. i'm not dating HER or anything

obsetress: jamie's like dani i know you're gay you literally stare at my lips every time i talk

em: dani getting off the phone and dramatically rolling her eyes like 'ex girlfriends, am i right? whats up with these women i-' and jamies like love i get it

obsetress: jamie raising her eyebrows "how many ex girlfriends do you have"

obsetress: dani's like "well, just the one, but"

em: but i COULD have more. if i wanted to. bc i am looking to date more women

em: jamies like ok cool

obsetress: jamie, a little too casually: oh? any, uh. prospects?

em: danis like (patented nervous dani lip bite) maybe but

em: jamies like drat

em: jamies like darn

em: and then she gets home and shes like

em: wait

obsetress: jamie calling dani back "when you said maybe"

obsetress: and dani immediately is like yEAH?

em: jamies like do you think you could ever be interested in me and danis like umm. yeah.

em: jamie hangs up like ok cool

em: long beat

obsetress: oh my GOD

em: REDIALS

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obsetress: ok last thing i was gonna say

obsetress: i meant to say this earlier and got distracted a hundred times over

obsetress: but um imagine dani helping isabel with her english homework

obsetress: vi helping isabel with her math homework

em: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

em: SOFT

obsetress: well,

em: oh no

obsetress: isabel needing help w her english homework post dani and vi's trying to help and vi's smart n all but

em: get HELP

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em: dani 'hooking up w my ex is actually a v girlboss of me' is SO funny to me

em: when they get together danis like, oh but havent we all- and jamies like nooo i have very good boundaries

em: except for the perdi vi psychosexual power play ig

obsetress: moment of weakness

obsetress: who wouldn't want to hook up w their hot boss

—

obsetress: when dani goes up to london whatever weekend like friday night to get her closure dinner with vi

obsetress: boom haircut and therapy reveal

em: 3 day bender u say

obsetress: all of a sudden it's sunday night and

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: they spend

obsetress: all fucking weekend

obsetress: in vi's bed

em: sighs dreamily

obsetress: dani playing with her hair

obsetress: "this is nice"

obsetress: "i'm gonna miss your bun though"

obsetress: vi's brain is short circuiting at "i'm gonna miss"

em: later danis like look. jamie. what would you have done? and jamie chokes on her beer and splutters 'not fuck my ex for 3 days straight?!'

obsetress: dani "well you've never fucked v–– oh wait"

obsetress: "you really can't blame me, jamie, you KNOW" jamie: (grumbles)its different... dani: well i mean i guess, technically, you didnt,

obsetress: unrelated in some bad fight at the end vi is like "you can't go isabel needs a–– you're like her–––" and dani's like "a what? say it" and viola's too stubborn and proud and hurt to say it

em: just perpetually bouncing back to the worlds angstiest break up

obsetress: i don't know WHY

obsetress: as someone who HATES ANGST

obsetress: i am so DRAWN to these two

em: its ummmm weirdly cathartic??

em: the whole exes au is based on a joke about them being friends and exes. we are v firm in like. viola and dani reconcile!

em: idk i love a catharsis moment! i love it when a character claws their way to happiness. or even begrudgingly goes to therapy

em: viola can go through a little hell as a treat

obsetress: turns out the only one who could fix her in the end

obsetress: was the one who said it's not my job to fix you

em: dani transformative power of (platonic) love

obsetress: "Platonic"

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au

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hatsukeii · 5 years ago

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hey! can i request some headcanons about how tsukki, kuroo, and kageyama would act if they had a really short s/o. i’m vv short and i feel like some headcanons about them teasing their short s/o is bound to have me laughing :)

Tysm for the request ahsgjs😳💕

Under 5’5 gang wya😔✌️

Btw these are for fem s/o because I don’t know how to write male s/o, sorry🥺

I mean you can totally imagine it as a male s/o those, it’s only bc I made a period joke that I say it’s for fem s/o:)

Tiny bit of thought up headcanon for the boys too, just a tiny bit.

Btw imagine their partner as one of the managers for the volleyball team, gives me more ideas to work with haha:DD

(Slight angst that I made up for Tsukki because no one knows where the fuck his dad is and I love him so much oh my god-)

🌊Kageyama🌊

- “Aww look at you cutie.”

- “Hey, smack that dumbass for me. I’m too tall to.”

- “Is that a dress for you?”

- Actually doesn’t constantly remind you of how short you are.

- Knows how genes work and understands there was almost nothing you could do to prevent being short.

- Doesn’t mean he won’t occasionally tease you for it though.

- “Oh? You want some milk? Is it to grow taller? Your bones probably need it. Here, have as much as you want-” *Smack.

- Thinks you look adorable when you’re mad.

- “You really expect me to feel threatened when you look like Kirby?”

- Piggyback rides all the time.

- “Tobio, I’m tired.”

- “Hop on.”

- You once slept over at his because of a storm after his volleyball training, without your parents knowing because they were on vacation.

- It was really late at night, and Kageyama didn’t want you going home yourself.

- This meant you didn’t have any clothes.

- I mean yeah you brought extra shorts to school because of your time of the month, but you didn’t have a shirt.

- “You can borrow mine, don’t worry. Go clean yourself up.”

- You came out of his bathroom, and he almost passed out.

- “Wh-why arent you wearing any pan-”

- “I’m wearing shorts under this. Your shirt’s just really long.”

- He was so flustered he avoided looking anywhere under your torso for an hour.

- “Thanks for letting me stay over last week, here’s your shirt back.”

- “Keep it. It looks cute on you and I get to see you wear a makeshift dress.”

- Cuddle sessions are great.

- You can lie on him in any position, and he would still be able to reach out and grab your hand or play with your hair.

- He gets to be the big spoon, and he loves it.

- Protecting you is Kageyama’s new duty.

- He takes it a bit too seriously.

- He once threw Tsukishima into a wall because the middle blocker decided it would be a good idea to take your phone and go through it.

- “Do that one more time, and I’ll do something way worse than that.”

- He looked like he was about to go on a killing spree.

- Even Tsukishima was taken aback. He hasn’t messed with you since.

- Whenever Hinata does something stupid, you’re on smack duty.

- Apparently Kageyama’s “too tall” to do it.

- It’s a bit hard for you to give him forehead kisses, or cute little cheek pecks.

- But he doesn’t mind at all.

- Because he fell in love with your short cutie pie kirby chipmunk tiny ass, and he wouldn’t change anything about you.

♠️Kuroo♠️

- Makes fun of you like at least 3 times a day about your height.

- “How’s it feel like to be like shrimpy over there?”

- “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you whining from down there.”

- “I’d totally let you kill me, provided you can reach my neck.”

- Knows not to make you mad though.

- Last time he decided to tease you by holding the coffee you brought to school above his head.

- You pounced onto his back and choked him with your arms until he gave you the cold brew you got from Starbucks.

- Being his short girlfriend had its advantages though.

- Kuroo, being the extra™️ boy he is, can pick your tiny body up with ease.

- Meaning whenever he hugged you, he’d pick you up and spin you around like in a broadway musical.

- After that, he would continue to hold you up and nuzzle your head into his neck while laughing about that grand gesture.

- Loves it when you wrap your legs around him while he gives you piggyback rides.

- You once fell asleep on his back.

- So he brought you home and carried you up to your room in a bridal carry.

- Likes to play with your hair while waiting for the bus with you.

- Also like to hoist you over his shoulder when you get annoyed just for shits and giggles.

- Likes to give you nose kisses. A lot.

- He knows you’re tiny, but that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re weak.

- He knows fully well your fiery ass will stick up for yourself, so he’s not super pressed about it when people make fun of your height.

- However he will get protective if he’s thinks you’re starting to get offended by the comments.

- Likes to compare you to Kenma, much to his annoyance.

- “I am nowhere near as short as your girlfriend Kuroo fuck off.”

- Likes to go on trampoline park dates.

- Wants to see how high you can jump. (Spoiler alert: pretty fucking high.)

- Tries his best to get onto the wall every time you guys go there, but always fails.

- You just sit on top of the wall staring back down at him, enjoying the temporary height you have.

- “Kuroo, how’s the weather down there?”

- “Screw you!”

- Laughs his ass off at your random outbursts in the morning when you haven’t finished your coffee.

- Holds your head back when you try and punch him.

- Secretly wants to see you mad, because you look so fucking cute.

- Compares you to fluffy things like marshmallows and chipmunks.

- “You look like a baby squirrel, I love you.”

- And whenever he says that, he means it.

- He would take your short ass over anyone anyday. No questions asked.

🌙Tsukishima🌙

- *Breathes in deeply* Here we go.

- Will not stop fucking making fun of your height.

- I repeat: Will NOT.

- “Hey shorty.”

- “You can’t fight me. You can’t even reach my shoulders.”

- Balances his stuff on your head when he’s going through his bag.

- Uses your head like an armrest.

- He once balanced his water bottle on your head, and you spilled the water all over him.

- You were laughing your ass off at how pissed he was.

- No one in your classes knows how you two ended up together.

- It doesn’t matter at all though.

- Your first kiss was awkward, to say the least.

- He has to bend down a whole ass 20-30 centimetres to reach you.

- Couldn’t be happier when it happened though.

- The entire Karasuno volleyball team was watching secretly.

- From then on, you two have been the power couple of the school.

- You guys didn’t seem like a couple though.

- You two playfully banter so much other students that didn’t know you guys thought you were enemies.

- Now onto the advantages of being Tsukishima’s short partner.

- One thing Tsukishima is great at, is being a bodyguard.

- Anyone else that makes fun of your height will be destroyed.

- He once blocked a ball and aimed it at Lev’s face during the training camp because the Russian told you you were “too short to be Tsukishima’s girlfriend” and that there was “no way you guys are dating.”

- It took half an hour to stop his nose from bleeding.

- No he didn’t break Lev’s nose, just made it bleed.

- Thinks you’re the absolute best at cuddling with him.

- Made you a dinosaur plush. Made. Not bought.

- Watching dinosaur documentaries curled up on Tsukishima’s chest while he strokes your hair and gives you forehead kisses is the best feeling in the world.

- When times call for it though you don’t hesitate to give the blond affection even if you’re a small bean that has to be protected.

- There was this one time before the match against Shiratorizawa, where Tsukishima had a huge anxiety attack in the middle of the night. Like 2am in the middle of the night.

- “Hey- Love are you okay?”

- “Plea-please, help, I’m- please, there’s no one home I need someone-”

- “I’ll be right here, give me five minutes.”

- With both your parents gone for a very long business trip, you basically zoomed to Tsukishima’s house. His brother was in his university dorm for the night because of early morning training the next day.

- Being the bad bitch you were you picked the lock to his house and swung open the door to him room, to see his tall figure curled up in the corner of his room on the floor, shaking, strained sobs coming out of his mouth.

- You kneeled down next to him, burying his head in your sweater, cradling his head while he sobbed.

- “My dad... he’s dead. Fucking dead. I was waiting for him to come back from Tokyo but then mom fucking called and he got hit by some drunk hunk of shit and now I don’t know what the fuck I can do-“

- “Oh shit... it’s okay, cry it out, it’s fine, shhh...”

- This went on for about half an hour. Just you, letting him whimper and sob into your sweater while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

- It was that night, that he realised he had fallen in love with your pipsqueak ass.

Whooo Jesus got a bit carried away there, I don’t care though, I like writing angst anyways lmao I’m keeping that in and using it for fanfictions someday;)

#haikyuu x reader #anime #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #kuroo testuro #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq tsukki #hq kageyama #hq kuroo

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captain-kingliamsqueen · 4 years ago

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Diary of A Star Crossed Lover Part 2

just a short series ...well not really a series...but still a series! , that ive been working on! there are a few series i’’ve had to put on hold as im just not feeling them right now, and i only want to put my best out for you to read! hope you enjoy this series as much as i have enjoyed writing it!

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Liam x MC

Summary: Liam dives into riley most inner thoughts and dreams...

Word Count: 2,655

Masterlist

ASK IF YOU WANT TAGGED! SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE!

I always notice every single spelling mistake or issue after I’ve posted…so apologies in advance!

Tags aren’t working so I will be tagging in the comments. Ive tried to tag everyone, please don’t hesitate to msg and let me know if i forgot to tag you!

June 14th

Dear Diary…

Here I am…sitting in the middle of a foreign country…Cordonia, When Maxwell appeared at my apartment and asked me if I wanted to come to Cordonia and compete for Liam's hand in marriage…I mean…is there really a choice in the matter…stay and be a waitress for the rest of my life…come and have the time of my life, with an amazing guy! I’ve never been one to shoot my shot or anything, but this is a once in a lifetime chance, Liam is Amazing, Exciting and extremely handsome, how could I possibly say no?

Love you Muchly…Riley x

Liam placed Riley's diary down on the table as Drake entered his office.

“Drake” Liam greeted him.

“Hey, I just came to see if we’re still on for Poker night tomorrow?”

“I’ll have to postpone for about 30 minutes but we’re definitely still on for it!!”

“alright, I just wanted to check, I’ll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing”

After Drake left, Liam lifted the diary again.

June 26th

Dear Diary,

After the derby and the picnic today, we all went out for cronuts, I can’t believe they’ve never tried them! getting to spend some time with Liam was amazing, even though there were others there, just getting to be with him outside of the court was just amazing. My heart just about jumped out of my body, when we were sitting in the café, and I felt his fingers brush my hand, then his hand linked with mine, he gave it a gentle squeeze then smiled when I looked at him. God I love his smile!

Love you Muchly…Riley x

Liam smirked as he turned the page over,

June 27th

Dear Diary,

Today we are heading to Lythikos, Olivia’s neck of the woods. She has the upper hand here; I need to be careful. Well that’s what Max said anyway…I kind of like Olivia, she’s a strong, bold woman…I cant fault her for that, I mean of course she could be a little nicer but, I think she and I could maybe get along one day.

The thing that scares me about this whole situation…is I’m falling in love with Liam…but it doesn’t matter…its all down to who he chooses, so we could get to the end of the social season and he chooses one of the other ladies…I feel like a prize to be won…I’m not sure how I feel about that… I’m no one’s trophy, and I know there’s no ill intent on Liam's part, but in the end…it’s his decision that’s going to either make or break my life…if I am the one he chooses, I become his wife, the countries queen! But if he chooses someone else, I go home, with nothing, just the embarrassment of going home, known as the “foolish” woman who followed a total stranger to a foreign country after spending a few hours together, hoping he would fall in love with her. I want to believe he will choose me, he has never given me reason to think he wouldn’t, but at the same time, I have to be realistic, I have only known Liam for a matter of weeks…

If it’s a choice of fear or hope…I think ill choose hope, hope that Liam is feeling the same amazing connection that I am, from the moment we met I felt some kind of magnetic pull towards him, and I know he felt it too…I don’t want to live in fear of what might possibly happen, I want to have hope…that he’s falling in love with me too.

Love you Muchly…Riley x

A frown found itself upon Liam's face as he reread the last entry, she was right…the ladies were basically put on a buffet table for him to take his pick of whoever he wanted… Riley had very rarely spoken about her thoughts if Liam wasn’t to choose her, was she really that scared that he wouldn’t and that’s why she didn’t mention it, or did she just have that much faith in him? he loved her from the minute they met, he would choose her over any woman in the world, without a pause for thought, it was always Riley, and he would spend the rest of his life, showing her, she was always the one, she will always be the one for him.

He turned the page over and began the next entry.

27th June

Dear Diary…

I’ve been here just about two weeks and my god, it is AMAZING! I mean, I wish I could spend so much more time with Liam but he says he has to spend time with the other girls too so it doesn’t look to obvious…I won’t lie, I won’t deny it…it makes me kind of jealous, I wish I could spend every day with that man, whenever I’m around him I just feel…free…I feel like I don’t have to hide anything, I don’t feel self-conscious, I don’t feel anxious, or nervous! He just makes me feel at peace. I’ve never felt so comfortable just being in a room with someone. We managed to sneak a kiss or two, I want to spend the rest of my life feeling the way his kisses make me feel. when Olivia kissed Liam…boy did my heart sink, I know he didn’t want to kiss her, he told me that himself, but seeing someone else kiss him just made me feel…some kind of way. He invited me up to his room after the ball, which I happily agreed to! I could never turn down more time with Liam. When I arrived at his room and he had lit candles oh my goodness, I don’t think ive ever had someone be that romantic…when I asked him and he blushed, my god! Liam and I spent ages in the hot tub, we kissed, we y’know…messed around a little bit and we had a real deep conversation about love, about life, Ive never seen him as relaxed than he was last night. Being in his arms…it just felt so right. When we got out of the hot tub and he made us hot chocolate to sit and drink Infront of the fire, its just turning 2am and I’m only just getting back, if I’d stayed any longer the two of us would have fell asleep, as much as we would have both loved that, it wouldn’t have looked very good anyone seen I was leaving Liam's room, in his clothes after spending the night with him then stayed over. Let it be known, if we could have…we would have.

Love you Muchly…Riley

Liam grinned as he remembered that night all too well. That night he spent with Riley was one of the best nights he ever had.

June 27th

Riley sat with her eyes closed, cuddled into Liam's chest, with his arms wrapped around her. The hot bubbly, steamy water keeping them warm on the cold night. Liam pressed a gentle kiss to Riley's head “Riley?” he whispered, as he gently ran his hand through her hair. “yeah” she replied

“What does Love mean to you?” Liam gently traced his fingers over her cheek as he looked down to see her so relaxed. Riley opened her eyes as she looked up at him, giving him the sweetest smile.

“Love means accepting you for who they are, and not wanting to change you. it means loving you and standing by you through the worst times. It means loving you even when you are in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. Love means, that I know you’re deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine, it means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go, it means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly and hoping…just hoping that you feel the same way for me …I think Love is just a word…until someone comes along and gives it meaning, and when that someone comes along, Love becomes this…whole new adventure.”

“Riley…” Liam whispered with a smile as he leaned in placing the sweetest kiss on her lips, her fingers lacing through the hair on the back of his neck.

Not long later, Liam whispered, breaking the peaceful silence that the two had fell into.

“do you want to get some hot chocolate and we can sit in front of the fireplace?”

“that sounds like a great idea”

Liam climbed out of the hot tub, then offered Riley his hand to help her out. She thanked him as he lifted a towel and wrapped it around her, then got himself one.

“I don’t have any dry clothes Liam; I only have my dress”

“I’m sure I have something you can put on” Liam assured her. They made their way into Liam's bedroom; Liam went to his suitcase where he pulled out a t shirt and a pair of shorts.

“I hope these are alright for you”

“they’re perfect, thank you”

Riley moved into the bathroom where she changed out of her soaking undergarments and into the fresh, dry clothes then she made her way back into the bedroom. Liam was in a pair of grey shorts and a plain white t shirt; he was stood in his little kitchenette just finishing the hot chocolate. He brought them over to Riley, placing them on the floor beside where he had sat some cushions on the floor for them. Riley sat down, whilst Liam grabbed a blanket from the bed, he sat beside Riley, wrapping his arm along with the blanket around her.

The two spent the next while sipping away at their hot beverages.

By the time the clock hit 1am, there were two empty mugs, Riley sat cuddled into Liam's chest, drifting in and out of sleep. Whilst Liam sat running his fingers through Riley's hair, their legs entangled under the blanket that had made its way round to lay over their legs, Liam could barely keep his eyes open.

“we can’t fall asleep” he whispered as he held her that little bit tighter.

“I know…we’re just resting our eyes for a little bit” Riley smiled tiredly “I should head back to my room soon”

“I wish you didn’t have to; I could lay here with you all night”

“me too, but sadly it’s the way it has to be”

Liam nearly caved that night; it took everything he had in him to stop himself from just climbing into bed and falling asleep beside the woman he was falling deeply in love with. With a grin on his face just thinking about the night, he closed the diary over, then he got up and headed out of his office and down to the royal quarters. He always had this diary with him, every chance he got, he would read a page or two. He wanted to really understand how Riley felt through the whole social season and engagement to madeleine.

Liam had made plans to have dinner with Riley, well made plans as in, on the plane after they got engaged Liam told Riley, they would never have to eat dinner alone again, so every night since and every night going forwards the two had dinner together. Once Liam got to the apartment, he showered then changed into some more comfortable clothes before heading down to Riley's room where one of the staff would be bringing the two take out. Liam and Riley sat on the sofa, with the tv on in the background whilst they ate.

“so, I was thinking about wedding cake earlier” Riley stated as she put a shovel of Chinese noodles into her mouth

“really? You have something in mind?”

“Lemon cake…” she grinned

“that’s a great idea, I think it will go down really well with everyone!

“I was also thinking maybe we could go for a walk on the beach after dinner, if you don’t have any engagements that is”

“nope, I cleared the night, I would love to go for a walk on the beach with you”

After the two finished their food, they wrapped up and pulled their shoes on then headed down to Liam's car, with Bastian following closely behind in the SUV, they made their way to the beachfront.

“it’s so cold…but it’s so peaceful” Riley whispered, she squeezed Liam's hand as she cuddled into his side.

“so, I’ve been reading your diary” Liam whispered

“you have?” Riley grinned with a soft blush hitting her cheeks.

“I have, I wasn’t going to, I wanted to respect your privacy, but then…I wanted to fully understand what you went through, how you felt.”

“so how far have you got?”

“just earlier today I was reading about the night we spent in the hot tub in lythikos”

Riley smirked when he mentioned it. “one of the best nights I had, that was one of the first nights I felt truly connected to you, we had no interruptions, no engagements, he really talked and got to know each other a little better… just us”

“me too” he smiled as he squeezed her hand.

The two sat down on the sand, Riley sat between Liam's legs leaning back into his chest.

“do you have it with you?”

“your diary?”

“yeah” she smirked

“yes, I have it”

“we should read some”

“right now?”

“yeah right here, whilst we have peace and quiet”

Liam pulled the small book from the inside pocket of his jacket. He flipped the book open and began to read.

June 29th

Dear Diary

I had the best day at the beach, there was a sailing competition, then we spent the day on the sand, I got burnt to a crisp and I don’t even mind! Liam hates sailing, when he told me he only really takes part because his father’s love for boats is most important than his dislike for them! He is so selfless and kind…ive never met anyone that would put as many people before themselves as he does. He’s a really good man! What I did learn though, is my hopefully soon to be husband doesn’t like the taste of salt water, I’m not surprised!

Liam chuckled as he remembered his awful boat ride with Drake.

Today was the day Liam found out his father would be stepping down as king at the end of the social season, meaning, he would be choosing a wife and becoming king all at the one time. I really felt for him, his profession can’t be easy, being rushed into finding a wife, then being told he only had a few weeks before he would have the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders, it’s an extremely stressful situation and I hope I have shown him, that if he ever needs someone to just sit and listen or just distract him for a little bit, I will be there, no matter what.

Liam took me to the forgotten falls, my god it was absolutely stunning there, and the story behind it was just…wow! Two people forbidden from falling in love with each other…sounds all too familiar…though I’m sure Liam and I won’t let anyone get in our way. When Liam said he wanted us to take the leap of faith off the edge of the waterfall, I couldn’t say no!

When he kissed me in the water…my god, it was like no other kiss ive had before! Then he nearly said he loved me…god I wish he had…because I love him too.

Love you muchly…Riley x

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crewhonk · 5 years ago

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Only Happy Accidents (12)

AN: I’m actually really sorry about this

Warnings: *deep breath* scared Steve, labour, Ms. YLN prays over YN and Steve and baby (its Christian prayer), swearing, incorrect medicine, lots of blood, childbirth complications, dying wishes, trauma, very angry Steve, hatred against newborns, Steve is a dick, Steve is scared, Helen cho has a good poker face, Helen cho is badass and isn't afraid of anything

Only Happy Accidents (master list)

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July 3rd, labour day 1

“Say You Love Me”— Jessie Ware

8:00pm

“You were in labour and you didn’t tell me?!” Steve hissed as he stormed around the room, shoving things in a backpack— YN wasn’t sure what he was doing, since everything was already in the med bay but she stayed silent, letting him do his thing.

“You deserved to have a day that was about you! Everything these past few months has been about me, and I wanted you to have some time where you were the star, okay!” YN snapped back, frustrated. She had thrown on her dress again since he’d passed out, but he had woken up quickly enough, eyes wild and searching for YN.

“I understand that, but this is my kid too, YN! I deserved to know that he was on his way!” Steve pointed a finger, and YN bared her teeth.

“Don’t you dare point a fucking finger in my face, Steven!” YN barked, irritation spiking when she could feel another contraction go through her body. Steve had almost immediately downloaded a timing app on her phone after waking up, and she clicked it, hunching over her stomach almost protectively. Noticing she was going through a contraction, he rushed over, but stopped when she put up one finger. The contraction subsided and YN looked up at Steve, eyes on fire.

“Look. I’m sorry I wanted you to be the star of the day. I’m sorry I wanted to take a step back after you doting on me every second of every day and just have some fucking time with your friends for once! I was practically a stranger a few months ago, and then I’m the centre of your world for nine consecutive months and you don’t get any time for yourself and it’s not fair!” YN explained, tears in her eyes and Steve softened slightly, falling to his knees in front of her and holding her hips.

“YN, I want you to be the centre of my world. I want you to be my priority, and I don’t want to be the centre of attention— I’ve had that since Erskine talked to me. Trust me when I say I’ve had enough attention to last me countless lifetimes.” Steve said, voice low but strong. YN nodded, and leaned her forehead against his.

“I just don’t want you to fall out of love with me because I’m not carrying your baby.” She admitted and Steve made a sound that broke YN’s heart.

“Baby. Sweetheart. My beautiful, sexy, funny wife believe me when I say, that the next morning after Halloween, I decided you were going to be my wife at one point or another. Believe me when I say that I knew it from the first moment that you were it for me. Sexy pirate, baby mama, wife, future museum curator, all of it— the second I met you I knew I was done.” Steve gushed, and when he was finished, he wiped the tears streaming from YN’s eyes.

“I feel like I’m in a love story, Steve— this doesn’t happen to people in real life.” YN cried and Steve offered a wet smile.

“It happened to us, Ma. Now, how about we go have a little baby, huh?” He asked, pulling her to her feet. She took a few seconds to steady herself and looked up at him sharply, suddenly overcome with dread.

“Steve.”

“What.”

“We don’t have a name.”

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9:00 PM

The hospital gown, no matter how YN tied it, wasn’t cute. Sure, it was soft, but it didn’t tie all the way in the back and it showed off the adult diaper she had to wear to catch the fluids leaking from her, which was odd considering her water had yet to actually break.

“This is awful. This is the worst thing I’ve ever worn.” YN pouted, looking in the mirror and frowning at how… round she looked. Sure, she’d had bad body days before this, but she couldn’t look like this today. Her baby was coming and YN just really wanted to make a good impression.

“I think you’re sexy.” Steve piped up from across the room and YN snorted, enjoying the chorus of laughter that joined her. Bucky, Nat and Sam were all in the room, having pulled in couches from the living room to accommodate everyone.

“Very funny, Rogers.”

“Seriously. Sexiest diaper I’ve ever seen.” He joked, winking at you through the mirror and you scoffed, throwing a nearby chapstick at him.

“Don’t make it weird.”

“Too late.” Sam said, and YN rolled her eyes, a friendly smile on her face.

“People have called mom, right?” YN looked around the room and Natasha nodded.

“Moms on her way.” She informed and YN nodded, wringing her hands and walking towards the window. The sun as setting now, deep oranges and purples painting the sky and somehow settling YN’s anxious heart. She was hooked up to portable monitors, now and the steady beep of heart heart beat echoes around the room. Steve had taken YN directly to Cho following their fight, and after a sweep of YN’s cervix, Cho had informed that YN was 5 centimetres dilated and was since checked in— she was officially in active labour.

“Steve.” YN called and he was by her side in an instant. YN grabbed his hands and tucked herself into his chest, groaning into his shirt as another, stronger contraction rock her. She felt it not only in her lower belly, but shattering up her spine and stealing her breath.

“Breathe, Mama.” He cooed, letting her dig her fingernails into his skin, rocking her and kissing her hairline. “Doin’ so good, Ma. You got this.” He whispered, acting quickly and picking her up and onto his lap as he knees gave out. He angled her to straddle him, thinking that it would be good for her legs to keep open. He continued rubbing her back and speaking sweet nothings into her ear as she curled into him as close as she could, shaking with aftershocks even after the contraction had gone.

“Holy fuck.” YN berthed into his neck and he chuckled.

“That was a good one, YN. You killed it.” He reassured and YN sat up, rubbing her eyes and stretching her neck, trying her best to keep her muscles from bunching up too much.

“Your kid is a pain in my ass.” She cursed and put her hands on his pecs, glaring down at him with swollen eyes. Instead of responding, Steve tilted his chin towards her and she leaned in, kissing him quickly before letting him help her to her feet so she could continue her pacing. She glanced over at the group of people on the couch, and flushed lightly at the thought of them seeing her like that— so vulnerable.

Sam and Bucky looked horrified, but impressed and Natasha looked proud, and almost a little sad. This was all interrupted by Cho walking in with a handful of long, metal tools.

“Hey, Mom.” She greeted YN and YN smiled weakly, eyeing to tools suspiciously. “So, I think we could progress this a little quicker if I broke your water, since it hasn’t broken yet. It should encourage the process.” She smiled and YN looked nervously as Steve before nodding. She was helped immediately up on the bed and after Steve kicked out Sam and Bucky for obvious reasons, sat by YN’s head as she put her feet into the stirrups.

“Scared you’re gonna pass out again?” YN teased and he blushed, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“I’m never living that down, am I.”

“Never.”

Cho made quick work of the water, and Steve watched as YN felt it. It felt less dramatic than she had imagined it, but still felt about five pounds lighter than she had mere seconds ago.

“Woah.” Yn whispered and Steve chuckled, kissing her forehead softly and praising her once more.

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“Breathe (2AM)”— Anna Nalick

10:15 PM

The pain got worse for YN after the water had been broken. The contractions were hitting harder and faster, and YN felt as if her whole body was on fire. There was a constant leaking from YN’s vagina that made her feel gross and unnattractive, but the way Steve held her and kissed her and made her feel like she was a damn superhero made it almost worth it.

After another body-trembling contraction passed, YN reached towards Steve who took her hand.

“Can we shower. I need a shower, maybe it’ll help to have hot water.” YN slurred, pain making her a little bleary of the world. Steve nodded and made quick work of her gown— the diaper having been long gone, and pulled her into the bathroom and standing shower. He took of his pants and shirt, and leaving his underwear on, stepped under the hot stream of water. He took the second detachable shower head and angled it at YN’s core and she sighed, nodding into his shoulder at the small bit of relief it gave her.

The relief disappeared quickly, however, when another course fo pain rocketed through her body, making her knees tremble. Steve held her in his arms, shushing her and holding her as she short of screamed into his shoulder, sinking her teeth into the muscle and growling.

“Steve, Steve I can’t— this— I hurts.” YN whimpered, cutting herself off with a scream that tore his heart into two. “I need— mom. Where’s my mom.” She sobbed and Steve looked back towards the door at Nat who was hovering worriedly.

“She’s just pulling in, Sweets. She’ll be here in a minute okay?” Natasha said and YN nodded, clutching Steve and shaking— chills and jitters cutting through the hot water of the shower. It wasn’t long until her mom came into the bathroom and YN sobbed with relief.

“Mommy, you came I wasn’t sure—“

“Of course I would come for you, my love. You’re my baby girl and always will be no matter what anyone thinks, okay?” The older lady reassured and Steve mouthed a quick thank you o her which she smiled softly at.

“Mama, I know that I haven’t been to church in years, but can you— can you pray for me and Steve and baby? Please, I just need to know that He’s watching out for us.” YN cried, pain making her tired and emotional— hell, if Steve had been labouring for fourteen hours, he’d probably be dead in the street somewhere. Steve made room for Ms. YLN as she leaned into the shower, placing one hand on Steve’s shoulder and the other on YN’s. She bowed her head, and waited for the lump in her throat to pass before she spoke.

“Dear Heavenly Father, watch over this new family. Allow for the reprieve and mercy of pain, and allow for YN to have as safe a labour as possible. Allow for Steve to stay strong and resilient by her side as YN pushes her body to its limits— those same limits You set for her. Allow her a healthy, strong baby, and I call for Your blessing over this labour and the baby’s life. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.” She finished and Steve sniffed as he held his sobbing wife body. Her own wet hand had come to clutch her mothers bicep and her lips trembled as she thanked her.

“Thank you, Mommy. That meant so, so much.” YN said, and Ms. YLN nodded, leaning in and kissing YN’s wet forehead.

“It meant so much to me too, Bear.”

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July 4th, Steve and baby’s birthday

12:00 AM

“The Middle”— Mree / “The Funeral”— Band of Horses

Steve liked to think he was brave. He’d done a lot of really cool things in his life that required a lot of bravery, but right now Steve had never been more afraid in his life. YN had been in labour for an ongoing sixteen hours and the four hours YN had been in active labour had so far been the worst of his life. Sure, he was over the moon over the fact that he was going to meet his baby soon, but seeing YN in this much pain, begging for him to help her stop the pain and not having any sense of control was scary, and Steve didn’t feel very brave if he was going to be honest.

Especially when YN was shutting down on him after hearing Dr. Cho telling her that her cervix hadn’t dilated any further since she’d entered active labour. She stared forlornly out of the window, eyes on the stars as Steve held her opposite hand, kissing her knuckles and watching her, silently begging for her to look at him. Natasha had brought in electric candles and a speaker to help YN relax and create a comfortable atmosphere. Maybe it was working, Steve wasn’t sure. Any sort of contraction that shattered YN to her bones was only felt through Steve’s hand. YN’s body remained limp against the sheets as she continued to stare— the only indication of her being alive still was the heart monitor and the death grip on his hand every three minutes.

“Baby.” He whispered as she loosened her grip, panting slightly as another contraction finished. Finally, she lolled her head towards him, and Steve wants to cry when she saw how puffy and dark her eyes had gotten. She looked so damn tired and hopeless and Steve would have given anything to take her pain from her. Anything.

“Sweetheart, please.” He whispered and YN closed her eyes, frown tugging at her lips.

“What, Steve?” Her voice was hard, but it shook with frustration and grief.

“I don’t— I don’t know.” He admitted, and YN opened his eyes. “I’m scared. And I want you to look at me.”

“I’m scared too, if that helps.” YN tried to smile, shrugging her shoulders and looking back up at the roof.

“I’m sorry I did this to you, baby.” He murmured and YN looked at him sharply. Her vision swam with the quick movement and she squinted her eyes at her husband.

“I’m not. Steve Rogers, don’t you ever apologize for giving me a normal life. Never apologize for you giving me a baby, and marrying me, and taking all of this responsibility even though we were complete strangers when we met. Don’t you dare apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for, my love.” YN said, voice strong and Steve nodded, unfurling her fist in his hands and kissing her clammy palm. The salt on his lips was still there when she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him softly. She kissed him until a low moan rumbled from her throat, and she pressed her forehead against his as she rocked her body through the pain. Eventually her familiar, warm eyes met his and he nodded.

“Good girl, baby.” He praised and she smiled, nodding and falling back to her pillows. There was a stretch of silence as the song switched, a familiar song coming through the speaker Nat had brought.

“Love this song.” YN hummed, lolling her head from one side to another, and Steve stood, making her look at him. He held out his hands to her and wiggled his fingers, beckoning for her to take them. “What?”

“Dance with me. Maybe it’ll help.” He tried, and YN blushed lightly.

“I’m sweaty.” She whispered and he rolled his eyes, making ‘gimme’ motions with his hands.

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled and YN couldn’t help but smile and bite her bottom lip, rolling to sit up straight and letting Steve pull her to her feet. He lead her to the middle of the room after slipping her slippers on her feet, pulling her into his arms and just swaying. They had tried to dance like they used to in the ‘good ol’ days’, but Steve had two left feet when he tried, so swaying would have to suffice.

YN wrapped her hands around his waist, tucking her fingers into the back pockets of his jeans as his hot hands rubbed her back, soothing her and pressing lightly into the muscles he knew bugged her when she was stressed. They spun in circles for what could have been an hour or a year or three seconds, but the contractions that came seemed manageable in his arms. They seemed manageable when he could pepper words of praises and kisses across her sweating hairline.

“I love you, YN Rogers, and I’m in awe of how damn powerful you are, okay?” He whispered and YN shook in his arms, nodding into his shoulder as he continued to sway her. “How’s the dancing?”

“Dancing helps.” There was a period of silence before YN popped her head up quickly. “What time is it?”

Steve glanced at the clock on the wall and squinted, his eyes dry from exhaustion.

“Midnight.”

YN jumped up on her toes as eagerly as she could, cupping Steve’s face in her hands and kissing him quickly all over his face before wrapping her arms around his neck and giggling as she was spun in the air slowly.

“What was that for?” Steve laughed as he set her gently on her feet again, stars shining in his eyes as he looked down at his best girl.

“It’s your birthday, Steve. Happy birthday.” She whispered against his lips and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and feeling her belly press hard against his own.

“Best birthday ever, honestly.”

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3:00 AM

Six hours into active labour, Dr. Cho did a sweep of YN’s cervix, and upon new that she’d dilated from five centimetres to six centimetres.

“That’s good, right? Progress.” Steve asked, hopefully and Cho gave her best ‘yes and no’ patient smile.

“Well, progress is progress, but with the water having been broken for more than six hours with such slow progress, there’s more and more of a risk of infection for mom. YN, your cervix is also getting a little swollen, so that may impede your progress just a little bit.” Cho said, grimly and YN dropped Steves hand, curling them around her belly.

“So what do we do?”

“I know we said we weren’t going to do an epidural, but it could help the muscles in your abdomen and the cervix itself relax.” Cho tried and YN sank back, looking at her cuticles and trying her damn best not to cry. She’d always imagined herself being one of those badass moms in the birthing vlogs she watched on youtube— catching their own babies in a tub and doing it at home and without epidural, but they hadn’t told her about the pain— the raw, genuine, awful pain that she was feeling currently as well as how damn disheartening it was to make such little progress. She looked at Steve who nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I want you to be safe, and seeing you in this much pain is the worst thing I’ve experienced. I can’t make you do anything, but I think it could be a good idea.” He tried, treading lightly. YN, if she was in less pain, she would have told Steve that she felt as if she had some sort of control over her body without it, but the exhaustion in her bones and the twitching of her muscles screamed for relief.

“Let’s do it, please.” YN begged and Steve relaxed, leaning forward towards YN and pressing his head against her stomach.

“Thank you.” He murmured.

So, this is how YN found herself tied down with wires and three catheters, stuck to the bed until Steve’s child decided to enter the world. Steve watched as she slept, contractions coming and going as mere pressure when they came.

YN cracked an eye open, and Steve smiled tiredly at her. She ran he palm down the side fo his face and he rested his head in her hand, sighing and shutting his burning eyes.

“Steve, get up here, please.” She whispered, and he lifted his head, shaking it slightly.

“Gotta make sure, you’re okay.” He whispered, knowing that if he got into bed with his wife he would sleep like a god damn rock.

“We’re okay. Come sleep, we’re not going to be getting any more sleep for a while so let’s catch up while we still can.” YN smiled, pulling at his arm and cheering when he conceded, pulling the heavy quilt that Ms. YLN had brought them. Steve, careful of the wires and tubes, pulled YN into his arms, holding her jittery body in his arms and closing his eyes, the weight of his wife and unborn child lulling him into the most comforting nap he’d ever had.

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“Pretty Things”— Big Thief

6:15 AM

Someone was screaming. Loudly, somewhere very close to his ear. Steve woke with a jolt, and upon immediately waking up and looking down at his wife, found the something was very, very wrong. YN was screaming, yelling for Dr. Cho and her mother, but she was not yelling from the pain— the epidural, thankfully, allowed her to not feel whatever was making her bleed.

Maybe bleeding was an understatement, considering that the lower half of the quilt was warm and red and sticky, and Steve hands were covered in it.

“Steve! Steve, what’s going on?!” YN cried, clutching her stomach and shaking. Steve looked down at the blood in shock, and he complied easily when four hands pulled him off of the bed. The quilt was torn from the bed by Cho, and Steve felt a wave of nausea tear through his body.

There was so much blood.

“Steve! Help me!” YN sobbed, and Steve remained frozen. He did not feel very brave at all.

“It must have not shown up on the scans. Damn it!” Cho cursed, pressing a button attached to the bed and flattening it, throwing the pillows across the room and barking orders at her nurses. YN continued to cry, looking up at Steve, who upon realizing that this was not just a really, really bad dream, snapped out of his fog and rushed to YN, grabbing her hand and walking with the bed as it began to roll out of the room and towards the small operating room at the back of the small clinic.

“Baby, you’re going to be okay, I promise.” Steve ignored Cho’s sharp look as she pushed the bed faster, eyeing the blood nervously. “You’re going to come out of this, okay?”

YN cried, and cupped his cheek.

“Sarah. You name the baby Sarah if it’s a girl after your mom and Charlie if it’s a boy— after my dad. They go to a good public school— enough to get a solid education but do NOT send them to a private school they’ll turn into a bitch. They get to go on all their high school trips. It’s something that I wish I did, and you retire, okay? If I’m not there they need someone to raise them with everything they need. And Steve, you tell them the good things. You tell them that we were happy and that we loved each other and that this was the best nine months I’ve ever had because I had the family I always dreamed of having. You tell them the good parts.” YN demanded, and Steve felt his eyes well up with tears, his face becoming wet within seconds.

“You’re not dying. You can’t die.” Steve whimpered, sounding a broken man.

“Wow, no pressure.” YN said, voice now weak. Her skin was the palest and most translucent Steve had ever seen, and her lips were blue. Her grip on his hand was weak, and her eyes grew glossy soon enough.

“I’m serious, YN.” He called out as she was rolled into the OR, the nurses working quickly to prep her for surgery. Just as Cho made to step in, Steve grabbed her arm tightly and stared her down with all the emotion he could muster.

“If it comes down to her or the baby, you save her. I will not survive without her do you hear me?” He snarled, face contorting with fear and anger. Cho jerked her arm from Steve’s grip and glared harder, straightening her posture and staring Steve down.

“How about you let me do my damn job.” Cho demanded, and walked into the room, shutting the door and leaving Steve alone in the hallway. Unaware of Natasha, Sam and Bucky staring at him, he pressed himself against the wall beside the door, slid down it, wrapped his arms around his knees, and for the first time in eighty years, sobbed like he had never sobbed before.

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6:40 AM

Steve had been coaxed to the waiting room chairs and his hands were cleaned of YN’s blood, and he was given new clothes which he was helped into in the middle of the waiting room. Once changed, he resumed his curled up position and stared at the trail of blood leading from the room where YN was last okay to the room where he didn’t know if she was alive or not. Steve watched as the custodian mopped the trail, leaving the acrid smell of bleach behind. Steve stared at the polished floor, not feeling Bucky’s and on his shoulder, and not feeling Natasha’s hand on his knee.

Steve continued to stare at the floor as a nurse walked up, afraid to see the expression on her face. The words she spoke were muffled and far away, but he heard them.

“Steve, you have a beautiful baby boy. He’s healthy and crying and all of his tests have passed with flying colours. Would you like to see him?” Steve blinked slowly, body swaying as Bucky and Sam clapped his shoulders. He moved slowly, looking up at the nurse who as beaming down a him and he squinted. He felt as if his body was not his own, moving both too fast and too slow to feel like it.

“Where’s— YN. Is she..” He trailed off, heart feeling frozen in his chest— that is if it was even there any more.

“There was another complication, she’s still in surgery, and it could be a while.” The nurse said, and Steve’s lips and chin wobbled. He felt more tears dance down his cheekbones and into his beard. “You can see your son, though.”

Steve blinked and sank back into his chair.

“No.”

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“Toronto”— Tusks

8:00 AM

Exactly one day ago, YN Rogers was staring out over the compound grounds from Steve Rogers window, smiling at the touch of the warm July breeze and kissing Steve happily. Her body was warm and soft and tangible in his hands, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to remember the last time he was alone and happy and carefree with the woman he loved. The memory already felt like it happened a while ago— it was grey and distant and the images in his mind were fuzzy. Her face was blurry, and her laugh wasn’t quite right, no matter how much he squeezed his eyes and thought about it. He tried to remember how she smelled, and how she jolted when his fingers danced over her ribs or how they would spend hours in bed before either of them even thought about getting up. But the happy— the good things he was supposed to try to tell the kid about were marred but he sound of her screams and her hands gripping him and the trail of blood that was bleached hours ago.

He had a kid. A son, he was supposed to name Charlie. A beautiful, innocent son that didn’t deserve the black spot he had in Steve’s heart. Natasha had come back after meeting him, and she had said that Charlie had Steve’s nose, and YN’s lips and eyes and hair and cried like a banshee which was a good thing apparently, since it meant the kid had good lungs.

“He needs you, Steve. He should be in your arms and hearing your voice.” Natasha whispered and Steve’s eyes, dark and angry snapped up to her.

“That kid could have killed the woman I loved. As far as I care, until YN comes out of that OR alive, that’s no kid of mine.” Steve snarled, standing suddenly and making Natasha jump back. She had never seen her best friend this angry before— not fighting, not as Nomad. She had never seen Steve this dark, and as he slammed his shoulder against her own as he stormed out of the med bay, her knees gave out and she fell, shaking into one of the chairs.

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“Rescue”— Lauren Daigle

9:19 AM

Steve was sitting on a roll of grass not far from the entrance to the compound, resting his chin against his arms and staring sightlessly at the recruits training far away. Imagine being that carefree, he thought. To have woken up today and pressed snooze. To have rushed a shower and breakfast to make it to the gym in time. To have smiled at a friend and felt excitement when you completed the ‘Captains Circuit’ for the first time successfully.

Steve remained still as he heard someone walk up behind him. He stayed still as Bucky cleared his throat and groaned slightly as he joined Steve on the grass. Steve stayed still when Bucky cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“He’s gorgeous, Steve. He has your spunk, I think— he spit up on Nat when she made a bad joke. He’s fat, too. Really chubby and soft and he’s really alert and he keeps looking around the room for someone he finds familiar. Someone who talked to him when he was cookin’ and his Ma was sleepin’. Someone who left the house at four in the morning to go to the Bronx for the right Pizza cause his Ma was craving it. Someone who painted him a beautiful room and who made sure his development was as safe as possible. He’s looking for his father, but all he’s getting is uncles and aunts and nurses and—“

“Shut up.” Steve mumbled and Bucky glared hard at him.

“No I will not—“

“Shut the fuck up, James Barnes.” Steve snarled, and Bucky stood to his feet, walking in front of Steve and kicking his foot hard enough to make Steve flinch.

“You listen—“

“SHUT UP!” Steve roared, and he could hear the grounds fall quiet. He could hear the training stop and the word quiet and he swore the Earth stopped turning just for one second.

“NO!” Bucky screamed back, not backing down when Steve rose to his feet and got in his face. “You’re scared I get that! But if YN lives and finds out that you weren’t there for your baby boy in his first few hours how will she fucking feel about that, huh? How will she feel about how her husband and the man she loves screamed at his best friends and ignored the fact that his son hasn’t stopped crying because he’s scared and there’s not one familiar thing around him. How will she feel when she finds out that you fucking failed her?” Bucky snarled, and Steve shrank back and blinked.

“And if she doesn’t come out of this? You’re dishonouring her memory and her dying wish that this kid should have a good life. You’re a coward, Steve Rogers.” Bucky spat and Steve stumbled back at his best friends words, the first wave of aggression telling him to hit Bucky until he was unrecognizable and bleeding on the ground— to spit on his body and get in a car and drive far and fast away from this god damn place. However, the second wave— the love he felt for the woman he swore he would breathe for stopped him. The second wave made his eyes grow hot and wet, and his bottom lip tremble. The second wave made his back slouch and shoulders slump and start to fall to his knees, and upon the sight of seeing his best friend shrink in on himself, Bucky Barnes caught his elbows and pulled him tight, supporting all of Steve weight as he sobbed, without restraint, into Bucky’s shoulder.

“How about we go introduce you to your son, huh?”

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“Love Like This”— Lauren Daigle

9:30 AM

“I should have shaved. I look like a fuckin’ slob.” Steve cursed, running his hand over his chin as he passed a window. Bucky rolled his eyes next to him, but continued to walk beside him in case Steve’s knees gave out again.

“You’ll be fine.” Bucky reassured and Steve wrung his hands.

“I’ve already been a shit dad, what if he doesn’t like me? What if I continue being a shit dad?” Steve worried, fear gripping his heart at the idea. God, if YN didn’t make it and if he was a bad father, what the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t even know how to be a good dad— how the fuck was he supposed to do it as a widow?

“Steven.” Bucky shushed and Steve nodded, coming up to the door where his son was. Bucky, upon waiting long enough for Steve to not open the door, opened it himself and pushed it open.

The room was open and airy— it smelled clean and the blankets looked soft and welcoming— YN would have loved them, maybe even convinced Steve to steal some of them for their own house. The room had a good, calming atmosphere— except for the screaming.

Natasha was bouncing lightly on her feet, a blue bundle in her arm as she tried but failed to angle a bottle at it properly. The bundle was the thing making the noise, and Steve felt his heart jump into his throat. He shoved the image of YN’s screams aside and focussed very hard on the bundle.

“Nat.” Bucky’s voice sounded far away, and when Natasha turned towards it, Steve’s breath stopped in his chest.

Charlie was crying, his small, tiny face was as red as a tomato, and it was twisted around the screams coming from his little mouth. Steve stumbled forward, and upon closer inspection, Steve recognized YN’s nose, and his own chin and brow bone. As he got closer, Steve’s heart ached— in fact, his whole body ached and he looked nervously from Natasha to the baby.

“Charlie— look who it is.” Natasha said over his cries, walking over to Steve and coaching him on how to wrap his arms around him. Steve felt stupidly big as he took Charlie in his arms— his head was no larger than the size of his palm for gods sake. Upon feeling the overwhelming heat from Steve’s body, the screams softened into sobs and he looked up, scared.

“What’s going on?” Steve worried as the baby got quieter and quieter. “Why’s he stopping?”

“He hears your voice and feels you— it’s familiar.” Natasha nodded, patting his shoulder and looking down at Charlie. Natasha pulled Buky from the room, having the two persons alone together, and Steve’s entire universe seemed to shift— just the slightest, as Charlie stopped crying, wrinkled face smoothing out as Steve continued to rock him.

“H-hi.” Steve stuttered, and Charlie hiccupped. “I’m uhh— I’m your dad, I guess.” He tried, regretting that he sounded so damn lame. The baby made a small noise and Steve felt the dark place his heart was right now warm a little. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bad dad, pal. Your Ma— she’s not doing so well and I’m scared because I love her a lot. She was— is— my world, and I—“ Steve cut himself off, tightening his arms slightly. “I’m gonna try my best to make it up to you, baby. Treat you the way your Ma and I wanted to from the beginning.” He whispered, lips shaking with grief and fear and love.

Without looking from Charlie, he walked to a chair and sat, grabbing the bottle from the table beside him and angling it awkwardly to his lips— YN’s lips.

“We gotta eat, though okay? You Ma would kill me if you got hungry.” He whispered, pressing the nipple of the bottle to his lips, and he sucked in a breath when the little mouth opened, taking the nipple into his mouth and beginning to drink the formula. The little guy finished the bottle quickly— there wasn’t much in it to begin with. Steve, remembering the birthing classes we went to with YN, threw a small towel from the table beside him over his shoulder and lifted Charlie onto it, tapping his back as gently as he could until the smallest, quietest of burps sounded.

Steve lowered Charlie in his arms, too astounded at this… being he created to say anything. God, how he regretted his anger and fear and resentment to this perfect little human. Well, he thought he regret it until his eyes opened.

YN’s eyes stared back at him, surrounded by Steve’s eyelashes— large and slightly unfocussed and YN’s eyes. Steve felt his body clench around his rapidly warming heart and he let out a dry sob, tracing a huge finger down Charlie’s fat little cheek as he curled himself around him. No matter how the rest of the day panned out, Steve knew, with one look at Charlie, that YN would live within him forever. YN would be staring back at him from a crib, or a carseat, or from his arms as he tried his best to stay awake in that rocking chair because he’s be damned if he wasn’t watching over him one second of a day. YN’s eyes would be looking at him as Charlie took his first step or said his first word or as he looked back at Steve while he bravely walked into his first day of school. YN’s lips would frown and smile and laugh and yell, and Steve would brush YN’s hair, styling it properly and kissing it any damn chance he got.

“I love you.” Steve whispered, voice cracking as a tear dripped from the tip of his nose onto the soft blanket. “I love you, I love you, I love you, my Charlie. I love you.” He bent over and pressed his nose to Charlies tiny chest and sniffed as he felt Charlie’s hands curl into Steve’s beard. His grip was strong— strong enough anyways for such little hands. “I love you.”

Steve could have been there for days— he wasn’t too sure, but the bubble he had constructed around him and his beautiful, innocent son was burst when a polite cough sounded from the doorway. Steve looked up quickly, and his heart— now warm and bright with love for this little bundle hammered in his chest.

It was Helen Cho, and her face had no expression.

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relenaonice · 4 years ago

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Call me Mo Ran

“Here, I bought this for you”

Chu Wanning looks at the hot drink he’s being handed with puzzlement. It’s 2AM and he’s stuck in an airport when he could be on his way back home, his flight has been cancelled because of a rainstorm and he’s a bit cold too. He could definitely use some coffee. So he lowers his lashes down in embarrassment and accepts the drink.

Was his discomfort so obvious?

“Thank you”

The kind stranger smiles with warmth and sits down beside him.

Chu Wanning is somewhat taken aback by this, he’s not used to company but it’s not like it’s unwelcome. So he just keeps on sipping his coffee, while the other man watches him amused.

“First time flying out?”

“No, I’m flying back.”

“I heard from the security that usually it doesn’t last all night. It’s raining season, they’re only being extra careful about it.”

“Mh.”

“They’ll hopefully be able to arrange another plane by early morning if it manages to stop in the next few hours.”

“Mh.”

“And by then it will be absolutely safe to board the plane.”

“…”

Definitely a weird thing to state.

He turns to look at the person beside him: the coffee is still boiling hot in his hand but the stranger didn’t buy one for himself. Unlike Chu Wanning, who’s sitting in a dignified position, with his back perfectly straight, he’s relaxed in his posture, confident and laid-back, perfectly at ease, a natural smile on his lips.

“…Your hair” he adds with a soft voice while still looking straight at him, “it was perfectly in place this afternoon, but now it’s all ruffled, I don’t know if you even noticed.”

This is so inappropriate.

First, it’s not like Chu Wanning is the type to pay too much attention to his own appearance. He isn’t all that handsome to begin with, unlike this person who’s as bright as the sun. Even his cheekiness is made endearing by the gentle curve of his eyes. Nothing like him, so cold and austere on the outside.

Secondly, how is this something you say to someone you just met.

Seeing his distress, the stranger looks truly apologetic as he says, “Sorry. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Please refrain from making this kind of personal remarks.”

Only then did he lower his gaze. He nods, apparently lost in thought. Chu Wanning thinks he looks kind of dejected. But it’s not like he can read him as well as the other apparently could, so he can only infer it’s because his tone was too harsh.

“Just… Let me just ask you one thing. Can I?”

“…”

The stranger’s gaze was back on him and there was no sign of despondency at all anymore. Chu Wanning sighs. He really felt like he couldn’t get even one moment of reprieve from this person.

“Go ahead.”

“Before, you helped out that girl, right? I only saw it because I was standing there.”

“Anyway, she was scared to fly. So you gave her this parfum sachet. You told her flying was very scary and that was a lucky charm so nothing would happen. The poor thing was crying so much but just a few words managed to make her smile.”

“That’s…”

“Let me finish. The girl ran away to her mother and I saw you clutch your hands. Then you started breathing in and out. So I wondered, are you scared to fly?”

Chu Wanning has no intention of answering that question. Ever. So he just glares at the guy, whose lips deepen into an amused smile.

“When I was a boy I lost someone very dear to me. Because of that we couldn’t go home anymore, I had to adjust living with an uncle I had no blood ties with. Since then, when I see kids crying I can’t bring myself to do anything, I just freeze. It’s how I protect myself from feeling further pain.”

“But you don’t care about protecting yourself, you gave that girl your anchor. You’ve been on the alert since then, I can see it from just a glance, your back is too rigid for that to be a comfortable posture. It must be exhausting.”

Chu Wanning is in fact very tired but he still couldn’t relax. He isn’t used to be on the receiving end of all this attention, he isn’t used to people understanding him, he has a bad temper and with time he just gave up on explaining himself.

He isn’t used to this. He’s cold and this person’s gaze is boiling hot. It’s painful. He can’t deal with this.

This is just some stranger in an airport.

But he’s someone with a trauma and a need to latch onto something. This, he can deal with.

“I’ll concede that I am tired.”

“I saw a rest room on the east side. How about we head there?”

Chu Wanning nods and stands up. The stranger is taller than him, his constitution wider. He’s tanned but not too much, he’s well-proportioned and his mannerism is gentle and calm. He also is no more than twenty-five and Chu Waning has at least ten years on him.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, right. Mo Weiyu. You?”

“Chu Wanning.”

Just a stranger in an airport. His name’s Mo Weiyu.

“Is this the place?”

“There’s some room on that corner, quick!”

There are a lot of people in there but it’s quiet and most are sleeping. They pay attention so to avoid stepping on anyone and quickly reach the corner. Sitting down Chu Wanning puts the bag securely between them and under his arm, then after glancing at Mo Weiyu’s profile one last time, he falls fast asleep.

Chu Wanning knows he should put up barriers. He knows nothing about him. But it’s so cold, and he’s terrified of tomorrow’s flight, and he’s exhausted because of his nerves. Everything is a mess and all he can think about is that he needs to go home with this person, because he needs it to keep on living. So young and already so hurt. He’s old, nobody really wants him, so he’ll give himself to Mo Weiyu if he needs it.

When he opens his eyes, there’s a lot more buzzing and movement around him. He takes in some warmth on his cheek and finds he’s leaning his head on Mo Weiyu’s shoulder. He smells so good. Chu Wanning wants to die from the embarrassment, but he doesn’t want to wake Mo Weiyu up if there’s a chance he’s still sleeping, so he rises his chin a little and sneaks a peak at his face.

Still sleeping, thankfully! Chu Wanning relaxes a bit and gets a little lost in contemplation. He’s handsome even when he sleeps. He surely must have someone waiting for him at home, because this is the type that never goes alone for long.

He sighs and makes to move away from him but just then he notices that Mo Weiyu’s arm is circling his waist and that’s what has been holding him up in his sleep. His heart speeds up as his cheeks flush in embarrassment even more. He needs to get out of the embrace quickly but if he moves too much Mo Weiyu will wake up.

His heart really can’t take this. When Mo Weiyu wakes up is because Chu Wanning is gently nudging him on his shoulder.

“Mo Weiyu, it’s time. They announced our flight.”

He blinks twice and looks down at his left arm, where Chu Wanning was lying until five minutes ago. Just when Chu Wanning was starting to curse his luck because obviously he would wonder why his arm was numb, Mo Weiyu squeezes it to his own chest, as if missing something.

“Have you got everything with you?”

“Mh? Yeah, it’s all here.”

Chu Wanning doesn’t know why but his heart aches.

“Then let’s go.”

He stands up next to Chu Wanning, then quickly puts his arm around his waist, moving him out of the way as a boy runs through the narrow corridor behind him.

“Careful.”

“…”

“Oh, sorry.”, he says, putting his hands down.

“No, it’s… It’s ok. We really should be going though.”

They reach the gate that Chu Wanning is once again as rigid as a board and keeps clenching and un-clenching his hands. Sleeping helped him stay lucid but it did nothing to calm his nerves. It was a miracle he slept at all in the first place.

“Chu Wanning, look at this. You any good?”

Mo Weiyu had pulled out of his bag a magazine and was showing him a crossword puzzle. There was only one word in.

“I started this yesterday but I got sidetracked.”

They take fifteen minutes to finish it, then they tried sudoku. After that Mo Weiyu wanted to prove him that he could do well with rebus and riddles so Chu Wanning takes a step back and watches as he tries various words and combinations to go with the pictures.

Chu Wanning knows he’s trying to divert his attention from the flight. This person is so sweet, he always has a thought for others. It’s only when they start boarding people that Mo Weiyu takes out a piece of paper and writes something on it before giving it to him.

“This is my phone number. Take it and call me when you have time.”

Chu Wanning’s face turns pale, then red. He nods and takes the piece of paper, shoving it into his own bag with more force that’s really needed.

“Take this too. It’s a lucky charm.”

On his hand lays a key chain, one of those you get as a souvenir. It’s nothing fancy but it has a dog-shaped accessory on it that Chu Wanning immediately takes a liking to.

“It wasn’t necessary.”

“I know. I just want you to have it.”

When the time comes to take each their own seat and separate, Chu Wanning felt he really didn’t want to go. It was inappropriate, it was messy and a bother but still, he didn’t want to go. So he plays it easy, he sees him off with a head gesture, heads towards his own seat and before sitting down he makes sure to make eye contact with Mo Weiyu, who raises his hand up in a weak wave.

Chu Wanning then sits down, fastens his own seat belts, takes off his lucky charm and holds it gently in his own grasp.

The flight goes well. No major incidents, no disturbances. The departure and landing still had an effect on him but the dog charm served well its purpose and Chu Wanning could relax for most of the trip. When he went to retrieve his luggage he expected to catch a glimpse of the other man but they were sitting on the two opposite sides of the plane, so when it’s his turn to take his baggage, the other is already gone.

Days later he still hasn’t called him. He really wanted to call, but his sense of propriety forbade him. This was a young man. Someone with strings attached. He shouldn’t put himself up in the position of getting hurt.

“You really shouldn’t do something like this. The others will skin me alive.”

“Nonsense! You already have my son working under you, my nephew won’t make a difference. He’s gonna drop off tomorrow morning, fresh out of college. Be nice, he’s a good kid. Kind.”

He sighs.

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You will. Wait until you see him.”

The call ended with a beep. What did he say he was called? He sure has it down on some of his papers. Mo Ran, he thinks? That’s how Xue Zhengyong referred to him, at least. Tomorrow he’ll have to review those documents once again, he can’t embarrass himself in front of him.

Someone new, uh. Maybe he and Xue Meng would get along and put some of the work off his shoulders. Shi Mei knows he has his hands already full.

Xue Zhengyong recommended him to be nice and to his defense, Chu Wanning doesn’t really say anything.

Mo Weiyu just looks at him with moist eyes and a smile on his lips, when he says:

“Call me Mo Ran.”

#source: relena #fic #2ha #ranwan #crossposted to ao3 #modern au #flight delay au #2k words #au

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fairytales-of-yesterday · 5 years ago

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My Lonely Days Are Through

A/N: okay so I finally wrote a fic! this is my first fic in like,, 4 years or so? so be gentle with me I guess lmao

I am pretty content with this though! I'm soft as hell so,,, here we go :)

@gardnerlangway this one's for you, lovely

(no editing we die like men)

A yawn escapes your lips as you stretch out and then curl back up. Tim's heart flutters as he watches you rub your nose, your brows furrowed. You're currently curled up on his couch, fast asleep. It's a typical Friday night for the two of you, one spent together. After meeting Tim when you started working in the museum a few months back, the two of you had built up a routine around each other. You would eat lunch together on your break, stay after hours working and keeping each other company, you would even go grocery shopping together on weekends. Today was no exception to your intertwined schedules. Upon leaving the museum for the day, you had grabbed a late dinner and ended up back at his apartment. You had started the night working, but the stress of the week and your recent lack of sleep had taken its toll, and you dozed off relatively quickly after 2am hit.

The soft light of the television dances colors across your face as Tim looks on in complete adoration. Your eyelashes cast tiny shadows on your cheeks as your chest rises and falls steadily. You had borrowed a shirt and some shorts from him, you both agreeing it would just make sense if you spent the night, and his eyes couldn't help but wander to where the tshirt had ridden up to expose a bit of your stomach. His breath catches in his throat as he finds himself thinking about what it would feel like to hold you there. What it would feel like to just have you close. To run his hands along your soft skin and-

"Okay wow, Tim." He quickly looks back at the bright screen of his laptop in order to rid his mind of these compromising thoughts. But, as his eyes make their way back to you, he runs a hand through his hair and breaths a quiet laugh. "I really do have it bad, don't I?"

He quickly covers his mouth though as he sees you slightly stir, not wanting to wake you. He had seen the effect the last week had had on you, his heart slowly falling more and more as each day you seemed to become a little more quiet, a little less peppy, and a little less yourself. The project you had been working on was one you were very passionate about, but it had become quite the endeavor. Though you had been thrilled to take it on, the universe had not been on your side, with people forgetting to follow through with their promises, paperwork getting mixed up, and even artifacts getting misplaced for a bit due to the lack of a proper cataloging system when the museum first opened. It nearly broke Tim's heart to see you become so unhappy with something that had made you so ecstatic before. He had done all in his power to keep you smiling, with funny stories, bad jokes, and any help he could offer, but you couldn't help still being discouraged. He had even mustered up the courage to give you a little kiss on the forehead as he left your office at one point, and the smile it brought, along with the blush that rose to your cheeks, was definitely worth the ten minutes he spent panicking over whether or not he should even attempt it. Just the memory of your flustered face makes him grin.

A small whine draws him from his thoughts. He looks up to find you rubbing your eyes and slowly pushing yourself to a sitting position. He tries his best to maintain his composure as you sleepily pull down your shirt and run your hand through your hair.

"Good morning," he chuckles quietly. You look at him in sleepy confusion before realizing what happened.

"Oh nooo," you groan, putting your face in your hands. He laughs a little louder this time, scooting over on the couch to bump your shoulder with his. You smile into your palms, your face flushing pink at the contact. He bumps you again, drawing your face away from your hands. Peeking through your fingers, you can see the soft but wide smile on his face.

"Have a nice nap?"

It's teasing, but you can see something resembling concern in his gaze. You just nod in response, running a hand through your hair. "I don't think I've ever seen you fall asleep this fast," he cautiously approaches the subject, "have you slept this week?"

The laugh that escapes you in response only makes his concern grow. He asks again, softer this time, and you look up at him with tired eyes.

"I uh... I think I got ten hours this whole week."

"Ten?"

You wince slightly at his tone, cursing yourself for not adding a few hours to make him feel a bit better.

"But that's like... two hours a night! You've gotten ten hours of sleep this whole week?" You can't tell if it's shock or sadness in his eyes. Maybe both.

"Eleven if you count the nap I just took?" You joke, trying to calm him a little. "Tim, I'm okay I promise, I've been through a lot worse, honest."

"Worse?!"

Okay, so that didn't help. But before you can say anything else to try and defend yourself, he wraps you up in a tight hug. You tense up for a second, taken by surprise, but quickly you melt into him. You don't even realize you've started crying until you hear Tim trying to comfort you.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you hiccup into his shoulder, tears beginning to stain his shirt.

He rubs your back slowly, quietly shushing you, and telling you that it's absolutely okay, and you have nothing to apologize for. You shiver at his touch, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in. You stay like that for a few minutes, you trying to stop your ragged breaths and the tears spilling from your eyes, him rubbing your back, occasionally switching to run his hands through your hair, whispering words of comfort. However, eventually you pull away with a pitiful laugh.

"Sorry about your shirt," you whisper, trying to simultaneously brush your tears off of his shoulder and wipe your eyes.

"Hey, it's completely okay. I know this week has been rough. You have every right to be upset. But, it's over now, okay? Next week'll be better, yeah? I'll make sure it is."

He's relieved to see a watery smile grace your lips. No, that's an understatement. He's almost on the verge of crying himself, never having seen you in this state before. He brings his hands up to cradle your face, wiping the still falling tears with the pads of his thumbs, somehow not noticing the deep shade of red you're turning. With his hands still around your face, he tilts your head so you're looking up at him.

"Now, what do you say I pop some popcorn and you turn on something you like?"

A breathy laugh escapes you and you nod, not really trusting your voice with him this close to you. You can see the masked worry in his features as he smiles, and you mentally kick yourself for stressing him out. But, that thought leaves you as he stands up, giving you a chaste but firm kiss on your forehead. You're eternally grateful that he goes to the kitchen immediately after bc you can't stop the blush that rises to your cheeks.

"Dear god, that boy's gonna kill me," you whisper, wrapping yourself up in one of the blankets that had been resting on the back of the couch.

You start to flip through the channels, eventually landing on a documentary, and you hear a chuckle behind you. You turn to find Tim with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, looking at you in what you could only describe as fond adoration. You flush again, and he laughs fully now, plopping down beside you. You lift the blanket, inviting him in, and he gladly accepts, scooting over close enough to bump knees with you.

You fall into a comfortable silence, both of you enraptured by the bright images on the tv. Every now and then your hands brush when trying to reach for popcorn, and you mentally curse yourself for getting so worked up over cliches, not knowing that Tim was doing the exact same thing.

You're the first to speak.

"Thank you."

It's a quiet whisper, accompanied with a shoulder bump. He bumps you back and gives you a lopsided grin.

"It's the least I could do."

“What?”

“Y/N, you've spent the last few months I've known you being so amazingly kind to me. You bring me food, you save me seats in meetings, you laugh at my jokes, you-”

You cut him off very seriously, “Okay they're good jokes, Tim.”

At that he laughs, breathlessly.

“Not good enough for you to cry in the middle of a meeting! I was trying to be quiet and you almost spit your water everywhere!”

Now you're both laughing, remembering that stupid planet joke and how you just about died of embarrassment, and before you can think or stop yourself, you say it.

“God, I love you.”

It's like all the oxygen leaves the room. Both of you are immediately gasping for breath, as if the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Before you can sputter out an apology, anything to make things go back to how they were before you blurted out what had been your most well-kept secret, Tim manages to get out,

“You… you what?”

His eyes are wide, and you're sure yours are as well. You're in love with him. You're in love with him. You had never even said it to yourself before. It had always just been little sighs, thoughts of him basically all the time, or little whispers to yourself about how bad you've got it. Never an outright, ‘I'm in love with Tim Murphy.’ No, the first time you said it just had to be right to his face.

You start to say ‘sorry, no, wait,” to say, ‘hold on I shouldn't have done that,’ but then you stop. And you look at him. Tim. Tim, with his sweet words and his brilliant mind. Tim, with his adorable laugh and beautiful smile that he had come to trust you with. Tim, with his tight hugs that make you feel safer than almost anywhere else. Tim, with his strong arms and gorgeous face and Jesus Christ his HANDS are just about the hottest things in the world like oh my god the things he could- you've gotten off track. The point is, you don't want to apologize. You don't want to take it back. You love him.

So you say it again.

“I love you.”

And then it's quiet. He looks honestly shell-shocked. You can almost see his gears turning behind his eyes, trying to figure out what to say after that. Immediately, your brain jumps to the worst possible scenario, and you begin to backtrack.

“I'm sorry. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- you're so lovely, but you can completely ignore any of this just hap-”

And then he's kissing you. It's a short kiss, just a sweet, small one, but you're out of breath when he pulls away. You open your eyes to see him in a similar state, his face completely flushed. But he quickly finds his voice.

“I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that.”

All you can do is laugh, still trying to remember how to breathe.

“The feeling is mutual.”

He blushes and gives a bashful smile, then hesitates again, opening his mouth, then closing it, once more unable to speak. However, he manages to regain his composure enough to ask,

“Can… can I kiss you again?”

Not even bothering you answer, you close the gap between you. You feel Tim smile against your lips, and you can't help but do the same. You don't know how it happens, but somehow you end up on his lap, straddling him. Your hands are on his chest as your lips move in sync, slowly, but desperately. Passionately. His hands make their way into your hair, and you whimper quietly into his mouth as he gives it a slight tug. Your face heats up immediately, but you just keep going, pretending it didn't happen and hoping he missed it. He definitely heard it though, and you feel him smirk against you.

Shit, that's hot … everything he does is hot.

You roll your hips experimentally to retaliate, still on top of him, and the moan that leaves his lips is one of the most beautiful sounds you ever heard. It goes straight to your core, and you let out a groan yourself. You start to roll your hips once more, desperate to draw that sound from him again, but his hands come up to your waist and stop you. You can see he’s panting, and his hair is all disheveled.

“Okay, as much as I want to do that, and I really wanna do that,” he pauses as you giggle, “you just told me that you got 10 hours of sleep this week. I promise we can continue another time, but right now, you need to sleep.”

You pout, knowing he's got a point.

“Okay, but only since you promised.”

He helps you off his lap, letting you use him as support, and gently guides you to his bedroom. He makes a big, dorky show of tucking you in, making sure you're comfortable, offering to make you a glass of water. Finally, he gives you a soft smile, says a quiet goodnight, and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. Your face immediately flushes, and you whisper a soft goodnight back as he turns to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?"

He turns around, confused.

"The couch?"

You give him a grin, suddenly a bit shy, and wordlessly lift up the covers next to you. He stares at you for a moment, still sporting that confused expression, and then suddenly it's like a lightbulb goes off in his head.

"Oh. OH! You want..?"

You giggle sleepily at how flustered he is. Just a few minutes ago you were about to rip each other's clothes off, and now he's getting stuttery about sleeping in the same bed as you.

"I hope you like to cuddle."

At that, he smiles sheepishly, and nods without a word. You watch as he changes into pjs, his boxers and an old band tshirt, and it takes all your willpower to not start anything again. After turning the lights off, he slides into bed next to you. There's a moment of hesitation, a moment where it seems like he can't quite decide what he wants to do, but then you feel him move closer to you, and suddenly, he's holding you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and you can feel his smile against your skin. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, and you turn to press one into his hair. You both sigh, more comfortable and safe than you've ever felt in your life.

"Goodnight, Tim."

"Goodnight."

A beat.

"I love you."

You smile.

"I love you too."

#ohhhh boy here we are #this took way longer than it should have #tim murphy #i love that dumb dino boy im so soft #rowan im sorry this took so long i love you #does anyone read the tags #if anyone ever wants to talk to me about tim pls do im emo #my writing #joe mazzello #shut up née #here's hoping no one's used that picture for a fic before lmao

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theclanscript · 6 years ago

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the five keys to lee hoseok

⋈ pairing: hoseok x reader ⋈ word count: 3,704 ⋈ genre: fluff ⋈ notes: as promised ♥

1. He likes to share his time with you, for better or for worse

The slim silver bar was hanging over your head like a guillotine. You were flat on your back, your knees angled, your feet firmly pressed to the ground. There were voices, laughter, but they seemed so far very away and the bar so very close. You were sure that any second it would come crashing down on your throat, crushing your windpipe, snapping your neck.

A real guillotine seemed like the preferable option.

“There we go.” Hoseok leaned over you and gave the bar a reassuring slap. You flinched and looked to your left where your boyfriend had just adjusted the second round weight, making sure it sat tightly on the round piece of metal.

Bench pressing.

Of all the things Hoseok could have chosen when you had suggested that morning that you could come to the gym with him, for once. He usually went considerably late on Sundays – you would never, ever be up for his 4am workouts – and he had been dilly-dallying around the house in the morning, following you around, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and whispering into the skin of your neck how he had so little of you these days, how he missed you, loved you, and every sweet word had been accompanied by a brush of his lips and an invisible pout.

You know, you could show me that new gym you’re going to.

Foolish.

Rookie mistake.

You should have just made him ditch the gym to help you pick a new TV show to binge watch.

Even when he had marched you past the treadmills, ellipticals, and other machines straight into the weight room, you had anticipated a few light dumbbells and maybe some squats. You had seen cute videos on the internet where one person would hold down their partner’s feet as they did sit ups and were rewarded with a kiss and a silly little giggle for every exertive movement. Instead, Hoseok had done some light warm-up exercises with you, and less than twenty minutes later you were lying face-up on a cushioned bench.

And now you were expected to press.

“Alright, babe.” Hoseok stood at your head, smiling down at you as if he was having the best day ever. You swallowed a sigh. The things you were willing to do for this man. “Grab the bar, but don’t put out your elbows too far. You want them closer to your body to make sure the rotator cuff can do its job. Also, make sure your thumbs are reaching around so the bar can’t slip from your hands and fall down.”

Your eyes widened but Hoseok didn’t notice. He was busy emphasizing his words by positioning your hands the exact same way he had just instructed you to. When he was satisfied with his work, he bent down to steal a kiss from you while you were gripping the metal as if it had already been released from the rack.

“Don’t be scared. I only put on 50lbs, 25 on each side, that’s a fairly low weight to start with.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, far from convinced.

“I’ll spot you.”

“Does that mean you’ll keep me from dying?”

Hoseok chuckled. “Yes.”

You released the sigh this time and braced yourself, which effectively consisted of you pressing your back into the cushion and flexing your calf muscles close to the point of cramping. Just when you were about to accept your fate and lift the bar from its secure position, you heard a voice coming from outside of your field of vision.

“Hey guys.” Hyunwoo leaned over you just like Hoseok had earlier and offered you a friendly smile, his crescent eyes curling in the opposite direction as the corners of his mouth, as if they were going to meet halfway.

“Hey,” you greeted and relaxed your body. You could barely keep yourself from dropping your arms and turning into an upward-facing pile of humiliation.

“I didn’t know you lift,” Hyunwoo said and gave Hoseok an impressed glance.

“I don’t, really,” you admitted shyly. “It’s my first time so Hoseok went easy on me.”

Hoseok beamed at you, not noticing Hyunwoo’s pause. Hyunwoo narrowed his eyes and touched the tips of his fingers to one of the weights clinging to the bar as if he could confirm something he had noticed earlier by making contact with the black iron.

“Easy?”

“Yeah,” you replied hesitantly. “25lbs on each side isn’t much, is it?”

“It’s not,” Hyunwoo agreed.

“Good.”

“But these weights are in kilograms.”

Hoseok’s smile froze. Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow.

“What?” You sat up so fast you hit your head on the silver metal and could barely stop yourself from cussing out the bar, the bench, the pressing, and your boyfriend. Hyunwoo immediately rushed off to get an ice pack for the bump forming on your forehead, and Hoseok was already kneeling next to you, stumbling through a tirade of oh my god’s and are you okay’s and I am so sorry’s. Once the pain started to subside you reached for him and made it a point to laugh and kiss him and tell him it was alright. You knew the swelling would go away on its own, but it was in your hands to ensure Hoseok wasn’t going to be the one to scar.

Still, you made him buy you junk food on the way home and spent the rest of the day on the couch with him, your head in his lap, watching a new show until you blissfully fell asleep with his hand in your hair. And on days when you felt dramatic – or when he suggested to take you to the gym again – you were quick to remind him of the time you had almost fallen victim to a vicious bench press murder.

2. You’ll know he’s truly comfortable with you when he can finally be selfish

The bus was racing through the streets despite the considerable amount of traffic. It was raining heavily and sometimes it felt like the metal monster you had entrusted your life with was lifted right off the asphalt, floating on water for a few feet before regaining traction. You were used to it, unlike some tourists who were clinging to the plastic handles, probably praying they’d make it to their destination in one piece. Your fingers where ghosting over the screen of your phone without much purpose, to the point where your whole hand froze when the display suddenly changed to an incoming call, your idle brain needing time to process the unexpected interruption.

Hoseokie.

“Aren’t you at work?” you said after you had picked up without a greeting. You had been dating for far too long to still bother with formalities.

“Yeah.”

You frowned. His voice sounded tired, heavy, like the rainclouds over the city, and just as triste.

“Are you okay?”

Hoseok sighed. You listened. You already knew you were about to get an answer he rarely let himself give.

“No.” Another moment of silence. “Can you come here?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t you meet me at home?”

“I can’t leave, I have work to do.”

Your first thought was then why do you need me there, but it quickly occurred to you that one had nothing to do with the other.

“It’s late.”

“I know.”

You held your breath. In your mind, you were trying to remember if this had ever happened. Not the fact that Hoseok needed you – that was pretty much a daily thing. But the fact that he disregarded your comfort, your convenience in favor of his own needs. He had never summoned you like this, never demanded you like this. He was a man of compromise, a man who always made sure that you had it easy, simple. It was almost unheard of that you didn’t get your way when it came to restaurant choices, dates, or movies, even if you didn’t particularly insist on anything. He was always just giving, giving, giving you everything.

And now, finally, he was ready to take.

It made you smile against your phone.

“I’m on my way. I’ll bring food.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Another moment of silence.

“I love you.”

3. He’s bad at fighting. Like, really bad.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Angrily, you kicked the covers off yourself and planted your feet on the soft carpet next to your bed. With sleep in your eyes and fury in your stomach you stomped out of the room, through the hallway, into the kitchen. Hoseok’s hands immediately stilled when he saw you, his eyebrows rising in confused surprise.

“You’re up?”

“Am I up?” you huffed. “Am I up?”

“Yes?” Hoseok said, suddenly sensing that he was in quite a bit of trouble.

“You’re running the blender like a madman at 2am and you’re asking me if I’m up?”

Hoseok squinted at you. “I just made a protein smoothie. I do that every morning, you know that.”

“Yes, I do, and usually I don’t even hear it. What were you blending? Small animal bones?”

“Frozen-“

“That was a rhetorical question!”

“This is ridiculous,” Hoseok snapped and grabbed his tumbler. “You can’t get mad at me just because you feel like it. I didn’t do anything differently. Maybe you weren’t sleeping well? Maybe you were already awake?”

“No, I wasn’t!” you protested, knowing full well that he may have had a point. But at 2am you were too drunk on the last remnants of the little sleep you had gotten to further explore any possible points that were being made.

“Well, whatever it is, it’s not my problem.” Hoseok stared you down from across the kitchen, his face and nerves worn from long busy days and short restless nights. You crossed your bare arms and stared back, the tiles cold against the soles of your feet.

“Maybe you should just sleep at the gym,” you growled, annoyed and hurt. “I’m sure they’ll let you blend all night long if you want to.”

“Yes, they would!” Hoseok yelled and stormed past you, pushing hard against your shoulder in the process. You stumbled aside a bit more dramatically than necessary and watched him disappear into the living room. Not even ten seconds later, he came back out, his wide frame seemingly filling up most of the hallway as he stopped in front of you.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he said, his voice still raised. “I hope that didn’t hurt. I’ll just make my shakes in the evening before I go to sleep. Okay?”

You couldn’t hide a small smile.

“Okay.”

“Now please go back to bed, you’re going to catch a cold out here.”

“Okay,” you repeated without moving. When people asked you if you and Hoseok ever fought, you always had to think for a moment before answering with a vague I guess. Your fights generally consisted of the two of you blowing up in each other’s faces and making up less than two minutes later because neither of you could bear the thought of being angry at the other – or them being angry at you.

Hoseok looked at you expectantly, then he rolled his eyes and smirked. He planted a quick smooch on your lips before putting his hands on your shoulders and physically turning you toward the bedroom.

“Goodnight, babe,” he said lowly, giving your butt a tiny slap to get you going. You giggled and went back to bed, sleeping better than you had all week.

4. Suddenly all his songs are about you; you’re his favorite melody

You were sitting in the old office chair in Hoseok’s studio, swirling, twirling, barely paying attention to what was happening on the computer screen. He had explained some of the knicks and the knacks of his soft- and hardware to you about a million times, but you were still astonished by how he was able to piece all of the little snippets and tracks together to create a beautiful, unique, stunning song, like he seemed to do all the time. His creativity was a well that never dried up, his resources as endless as his ambition. You were fascinated by everything Hoseok was and everything Hoseok did, his humble passion, his dreams deeply rooted in reality. You were convinced that he could do anything he set his mind to – after all, he had done it time and time again in the past.

The chair stopped when you got too lost in your own thoughts to move your body. You blankly stared at your boyfriend’s back, his concentrated shoulders, his nimble fingers, the line of his jaw. Despite the fact that you had nothing to do, you loved watching him work, loved watching his eyes and his expressions as he combined notes and melodies that only reached you as muffled sounds from his headphones. He was so enthusiastic, so genuine, so beautiful you couldn’t help but reach out your fingertips and touch him. Hoseok immediately slid the headphones down to his neck and turned around, a patient smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, are you bored, babe? I’ll be done in a second, I just want to finish arranging Jooheonie’s rap on this.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you replied softly, inching closer with your chair to put a hand on his cheek. “Take your time. I’m okay.”

Hoseok looked at you for a moment. Then he turned slightly to free his right leg from under the desk.

“Come here,” he said and pulled you toward him, guiding you by the waist until you were sat on his leg. “I’ll show you something else.”

You wrapped an arm around his neck as he put the headphones on you, making sure not to cover your left ear so you could still hear him. He snaked his right arm around you to operate the mouse. With a few clicks he opened a new file and soon a quiet melody filled your ear, filled your head, filled your heart. You swallowed hard.

“This sounds so sad.”

“I was sad,” Hoseok admitted and pressed you closer to him. “I started composing this when I was on tour and had somehow convinced myself that we couldn’t last. We had only been dating a few weeks and then I was gone for a couple of months. It was a really hard time. For the both of us, I’m sure.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, not wanting to remember all the times your relationship had been put to the test, and not wanting to think about all the times that were still ahead of you. “But we made it.”

“We always have,” Hoseok added. You looked down at him and met his eyes, your own pain and hope mirrored in them. The melody still tugged on the strings of your heart and you felt tears burning their way up your throat. To stop them, you leaned down and kissed Hoseok; a kiss to ban all the sad memories and seal the promise that you would always, always make it.

“It’s a nice song, though,” you said once you had parted. Hoseok smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. But I prefer to write happy songs about you.”

“Oh? How come I don’t know any of them?”

“Oh, baby,” Hoseok chuckled, his eyes boring into yours as if they could tell you everything before his words even got the chance. “You know all of them.”

You couldn’t help but blush a little. There were times, times like this, when Hoseok got so sincere, so intense, it froze your body and set your soul ablaze. His steadfast arms around you, he had a way of making you feel so safe, safe from harm, safe from the world, safe from yourself. You had become a stronger, a better person because of him – and, in part, for him. He was your favorite motivation, your favorite inspiration.

Your favorite reason.

“I wrote another one about you,” he suddenly said, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist. “It’s not finished yet, but you can hear bits and pieces of it. Like Jooheonie’s rap.”

“Sure!” You sat up again, shimmied a little to find a comfortable position on his leg, and waited for him to start the track. The song was upbeat, fun, and you found yourself humming along to the music within seconds. You watched the screen as Hoseok skipped part of the base melody to get to Jooheon’s rap that made you laugh from the very first line.

“What do you think?” Hoseok asked, grinning at you swaying and humming along to the melody – a melody that reminded him of you so much. It was clear, cheerful, playful, simple; as simple as his feelings: he loved you. There were not conditions, not fine print, no ifs or buts.

It was just you.

“Speak of the Devil,” Hoseok mumbled when his phone started ringing. He grabbed it from where it was lying on the desk and picked up.

“Hyung!” you could hear Jooheon’s voice blaring from the other end, but Hoseok was quick to cut him off.

“Sorry, friend, don’t call me.” He swiftly pulled you into his chest again and his hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. “I’m a little busy right now.”

5. He deserves nothing less than everything

From the moment Lee Hoseok met you, he knew he wanted in. He wanted in your life, in your head, in your heart. He wasn’t the type to come on strong or confidently, Lee Hoseok was shy smiles, stolen glances, standing a little closer to you than he probably should have. He was sweet text messages all day and night, he was have you eaten’s and let me know when you get home’s. He was the type to listen and remember because, well, manners, but also because nothing was quite as important as you. He knew that it would eventually have to balance out a little, but as long as he could, as long as it was humanly possible, he would give you everything.

Because you were his everything.

Hoseok was no fool, though. If you hadn’t reciprocated his feelings, if you hadn’t let him into your life and your heart, he would have simply walked away. Or tried to, anyway. He knew the pain of cutting you out of his life would have been shorter and more bearable than having to face the constant reminder of everything he wanted but couldn’t have. It would have been easier to never see you again than to have to see you as a friend.

But, much to Hoseok’s secret bewilderment, you loved him back.

You had opened all the doors for him, quite literally; he thought he was going to burst into tiny pieces of happiness when you had given him the code to your apartment. You held nothing back, and Hoseok was more than willing to place his heart at your feet. You had no doubt in your mind that he would be by your side forever.

When you had found love with Lee Hoseok, you had found the love of your life.

And he loved you just as much, deeply, desperately, devastatingly.

It wasn’t hard to give him everything because it never felt like you were losing anything. All the love you gave, you received tenfold, all the sacrifices you made, he made up to you a million times over, and you knew that all you had given was safe with him.

I have another thing to ask of you, he had whispered the night he had proposed; a night of the brightest stars and softest touches.

What more could a man want, he had breathed into your ear on the day of your wedding; a day of the most precious firsts and sweetest promises. His arm had been holding you close to his body as he led you across the floor, the song you had chosen filling the air, your movements effortlessly matching as you danced surrounded by your loved ones. There had been tears in his eyes, or maybe your own. They were tears of happiness, tears of pride, tears of reassurance that everything was exactly as it was supposed to be.

In the years that followed, you would sometimes catch Hoseok staring at you absently, his fingers hovering above the keyboard or the plate or whatever he had been in the middle of, and when he noticed you staring back at him, he would smile, gently, almost shyly, and look at you, behold you, with love and contentment and calmness. The way that only Hoseok could look at you, and the way he only looked at you.

I truly have everything.

You gulped and took a deep breath. You got up, walked out of the room and into the living room. You sat on the sofa next to where Hoseok was watching YouTube videos about the myths of protein. He kept watching for a minute or so until he noticed you weren’t assuming your usual slouching couch position, instead sitting straight like an arrow and staring firmly ahead with your brows knitted together. He paused the video and sat up himself.

“Something wrong, babe?”

“No. No, I don’t think so.”

“You’re not feeling well?”

“I feel fine,” you replied and cleared your throat. “For now.”

Hoseok inched closer to you, visibly alarmed now.

“Babe? Will you please look at me and tell me what’s going on?”

Finally, you turned toward him, barely able to contain the feelings raging in your chest. Your fingertips were tingling, your stomach upside down, and you were sure rainbows would spill from your mouth if you opened it.

“Hoseok, you were wrong.”

“I was?”

“Yes.” You almost giggled. “You do not have everything.”

Hoseok seemed a little relieved at your smile. He leaned in to kiss you, his lips lingering against yours, his hand finding your waist and squeezing it tenderly. He looked like he thought you were making a joke and he had to wait for the punchline.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and held up the pregnancy test in your hand.

“Positive.”

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jksangelic · 6 years ago

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more than friends (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, angst, tiny fluff, roommate!jungkook,

↳ pairing: reader x jungkook (ft. taehyung as the “fuck buddy”)

↳ warnings: dom themes, daddy kink (I’m sorry I know), breath play, bondage (?), overstimulation, phone sex but not the kind you’re thinking of, jungkook has tattoos (-: maybe slight dubcon???? exhibitionism????? what ISN’T in this )-:

↳ summary: you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.

↳ note: i actually wrote this for a friend, so, um. this is for you, bitch. i spent days on this. anyway, to anyone else reading this trash, enjoy, you heathens!

↳ words: 7,694+

↳ series: one | two | ?

if you prefer to read this on ao3, click here.

“Tae,” you breathe, extending your neck and allowing him to litter kisses and scrape his teeth along your jaw, “Taehyung, he’s going to be home any second now.”

His large hand slides down your bare stomach, trailing his blunt nails up and down until he finally sneaks under your flimsy t-shirt and massages a breast. You internally thank yourself for forgetting to wear a bra and let your pleasure be heard.

Taehyung responds by humming lowly, letting you feel the vibrations through the hickey he was working on above your collarbone. You’ve always scolded him for leaving marks when he wouldn’t let you return the favor, but he was dominant in every aspect and shut out every rule you’ve ever given him; not that it was too much of a bad thing anyway.

For a second, he lifts his head, noses touching and eyes mocking, “So what? Not like you care when he’s home anyway.”

You roll your eyes and push him away, causing him to slump back to the end of your couch. He props his leg up devilishly, fully aware that his hard-on is on display and watching you with his head tilted back; he was testing you.

The act in itself was tempting, but the fact that it was Kim Taehyung, with long silver locks that covered one eye and parted for the other, his infamous boxy-grin that displayed wickedly perfect teeth, and golden skin that resembled honey was enough to make you hot and bothered.

Taehyung was a simple man; known as nothing more than an untouchably attractive philanderer that had taken a particular interest in you a little over a month ago. You had taken this “interest” to heart, thinking you could have been the woman to change his ways. However, upon confessing your feelings to Tae, he immediately turned you down and informed you of the other women he kept in his pockets, even during your intimate time together.

It hurt, sure, but leaving him and abandoning the pleasure he gave you was too many losses in one day. Even more, your pride was already crumpled from the events and you figured bouncing back with the “friends-with-benefits” proposition would keep you from feeling like a complete idiot.

“Sorry, hon, but you’re only supposed to be here to pick up your laptop,” you smirk, leaning forward and nestling your head in the crook of his groin, playfully nipping at the material of his sweatpants. “You have a date with Serena soon anyways.”

A growl rumbles in his throat, suddenly remembering the event he drunkenly planned at Jimin’s party the previous night.

The both of you being distracted by your own thoughts, you must have not heard the click of the front door upon a guest’s entry.

“Fucking gross. Y/N, you have a room for a reason. Fucking use it.” Jungkook aggravatingly spits, chucking his gym bag next to the kitchen island and raiding the contents of the fridge with vigor.

Removing your head from its comfortable spot, you pull your shirt back down and rearrange yourself as to not show your whole ass in your, conveniently for Tae, very short workout spandex to your roommate.

“Hi, Kookie. How was your day?” You retort with a fake, syrupy voice. When he doesn’t answer, you look back to Taehyung, who has softened and reached out for his laptop before tucking it underneath his arm.

“Alright, alright, prick. I’m leaving.” Tae chucks up his signature “V” to Jungkook, who was now eating a slice of pizza, and heads for the door.

After the door shuts, you attempt to sneak past Kook without further interrogation, but know better when he suddenly clicks his tongue.

“He’s such an ass, Y/N. You deserve so much better than that and you know it.”

You roll your eyes, having heard this before. You spin on your heel, walk towards Jungkook and lean on the fridge.

“We’re just friends and you know this. The benefits are mutual and I’m content with the way it is.”

“You’re that desperate for dick, huh? That’s pathetic.” He says, shoving a ridiculously large bite of pizza crust into his mouth.

“At least I’m having sex, Kookie. When was the last time you blew your load without the assistance of baby lotion and your right hand?”

With this, he rolls his head in annoyance and scoffs. “You’re a bitch.”

You wink, snatch the rest of the pizza crust that resorts in his hand, and finish it off while heading back to your room. Nothing was more enjoyable than winning a fight with him.

Your roommate, Jeon Jungkook, is nothing short of a temperamental college dropout. When you had first met, you were blinded by his straight dark hair, charming looks, and tattoo-cluttered arms; but a month into your quiet-yet-friendly living quarters, it was as if his free trial was over, and you now faced the full price and wrath that was Jungkook.

Jungkook was very… blunt, and in some ways, you really appreciated that. In others, you sometimes wished he would just shut the fuck up. Highly opinionated and judgmental, having him around was like having four older brothers living under the same roof consistently nagging you over anything you did.

Needless to say, it was difficult to talk about your personal love endeavors with him. Even though he was your friend, he treated you like you were naïve, and sometimes you knew you were, but it didn’t mean he had to undermine your actions or assume the worst. Even more, his whole mood inconveniently shifts from jerk to full-blown asshat, the recent conversation only scratching the surface of his regular lashings.

Aside from that, over the course of a couple years, you had finally grown comfortable of Jungkook’s disposition and loved him very much. Did you wish he would pick up around the apartment more? Sure. Did you ever try convincing him that blasting his music on his various speakers at 2AM is very annoying? Oh, yes. Did you embarrassingly beg him to stop leaving his jizz-filled tissues blatantly laying around in his room or on top of the bathroom trash bin? Unfortunately so.

But the world works in unforgiving ways and as much as you had wished for a quirky young female roomie to reply to your Facebook post, you got the galaxy’s cutest gangbanger.

After wasting a few hours on YouTube, you decide to wash up for the night; taking your phone, a pair of panties, and your favorite button-up that Jungkook gave you, you make your way to the shared bathroom and lock the door behind you. (There have been enough embarrassing encounters of Jungkook walking in on you, thank you very much.)

As the steaming water runs down your body, you can’t help but think of Taehyung. You knew you wouldn’t get any farther with him, but you couldn’t imagine leaving the relationship—or whatever it was, entirely. Maybe Jungkook was right, even though you established a strict boundary of “friends-with-benefits”, it was still toxic in the sense that you harbored fondness for Taehyung.

You knew one day you would have to end things for your own sake, but even then, being scarred from the first attempt at explaining your feelings made confrontation difficult for you.

Your mind went on like this for a while, looping back and forth between being uncomfortably content with the current situation and positively anxious knowing that you need to save yourself from getting any more involved.

Realizing you’ve been drowning in your self-pitying thoughts for the past twenty minutes, you finish washing your hair and shut off the, now cold, stream. Out the corner of your eye, you spot the flash of your phone and notice Tae had texted you a few minutes ago.

“Date didn’t go too well. Want to spend the night tonight? We can watch a movie or two if you’d like.”

And as simple as that, you caved like you weren’t silently combusting over your dilemma just twenty seconds ago.

“I’ll be over in 30,” you send, slamming your phone back onto the counter like it was the source of your disappointment. Throwing on the clothes you brought into the restroom, you walk back into your room and plop onto your bed face-first.

Jungkook must have smelled your distress as you heard him pad through the hallway and knock on your door almost immediately.

“Come in,” you muffle into your pillow.

“You look tired. Did you masturbate yourself to sleep?” He asks, potato chip bag in one hand and the other shoveling some into his mouth. God, that guy was a walking vacuum.

“Sadly, no,” you mutter, “I’m having an existential crisis.”

He frowns at this and plops down next to you in bed, his large body consuming your twin-size mattress. “What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

You shrug, “Not really. It’s just boy stuff.”

He looks appalled, throwing his hands in the air and spilling chips in the process, “I am a boy! How much more qualified do I need to be?��

You tilt your head and give a ha-ha before standing up and busying yourself with folding clothes or moving something from one place to another; antsy.

When you stand, Jungkook notices your very… revealing choice of clothing. When Jungkook had given you his old shirt, he had not expected you to utilize it as much as you did, and frankly, it made his heart and his dick jump at the sight almost every time.

As if the heavens had heard his pleas, you conveniently reach for a high shelf in your closet and expose the black lace panties that hid under his shirt. Gulping, Jungkook scrambles to look at anything else but you.

Breaking his trance, you suddenly speak, “Oh, by the way, I won’t be home tonight. I have plans. Do you mind just running the next laundry load while I’m gone?”

He ignores the chore you assign him and inquires, “Where are you going?”

Your movements stutter, knowing that if you told him you were spending the night at Taehyung’s, he would throw a fit. But whether you answered him or not, he knew.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with balled fists, acting as if he held the world’s responsibilities on his shoulders.

“I know you’ll, like, cut my dick off or something but I swear to God, someday, I will pummel his face into oblivion.”

You giggle in amusement and locate the nearest duffel bag to shove clothes into. “I know, Kookie.”

He grunts, “If you know he’s shitty, why do you keep feeding him? Taehyung is like, bottom-of-the-barrel shit.”

You pout to him and zip up your things. Somewhere in your actions, you managed to find shorts and Jungkook is internally disappointed.

“Don’t be mean. He can be a good guy sometimes.”

“My ass, Y/N. If you looked up ‘small-dicked bastard’ in the dictionary, his face pops up. I know it,” he continues.

“Jungkook,” you throw a stuffed animal at his face, “literally shut up. If you’re going to harass me anymore before I leave, you can escort yourself back to your own room.”

He ignores you and furrows his brows, “Like, I’ve accidentally seen his dick, no thanks to you by the way; it’s not even impressive!” He begins counting on his fingers, “He’s small, he’s dumb as fuck, he doesn’t even like you that way—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yell in vexation.

“—he won’t ever love you, Y/N, that’s honestly just some bullshit fantasy of yours. You’re so blind to it and I can’t stand to pity you anymore,” he claims nonchalantly.

You froze, his comment figuratively slapping you in the face. For a second, the room is absolutely quiet and you feel blood rush to your face. Not only were you mortified, but livid at how easy it was for Jungkook to spew such an exclamation.

Your eyes sting and tears threaten to fall. Jungkook must have noticed because his eyes suddenly bulge and he’s sitting up quick.

“Y/N?” he voices with concern.

He won’t ever love you.

And as much as you needed to hear that exact sentence, you never wanted to hear it from someone like your best friend. He was right in every sense; Tae would never sympathize enough to genuinely interpret your feelings and reciprocate them, but now that it was said aloud and floated in the air, you wanted to sob.

More concerningly, Jungkook would never go this far in any of the conversations you two have had about Taehyung. Even he knew his boundaries, and you trusted him to still respect your heart as a woman. You trusted him and you were entirely wrong and he somehow managed to rip your heart out and stomp on it and give you his large, round puppy eyes like he was oblivious to how bad that hurt.

Ever so quietly, you breathe, “Fuck you.”

Jungkook watches as you wipe at your sniffling nose and red eyes. “What?”

“Fuck you!” you fume, grabbing your bag and storming towards your door, “get out of my room!”

He chuckles, “Are you serious? Baby, chill out. Come here and give me a hug or something.”

You flash him a close-lipped smile before slamming your door on him.

“Fuck all the way off,” you say to no one in particular. On the way to the front door, you snatch Jungkook’s Jeep keys off the coffee table, now declaring he won’t need the car for the night and march out of the apartment.

When you finally load your stuff into his black Jeep and fling yourself into the driver’s seat, you decide to give yourself a few minutes to cool off.

It wasn’t too big of a deal, you’re sure Jungkook’s fat mouth just got the best of him, but it still made you vehemently emotional. You weren’t head-over-heels for Taehyung either, but you were embarrassingly afraid of being alone and you desperately sought for affection, which is actually really dumb now that you think about it.

You sighed as you realized that you may have been oversensitive, but nonetheless, the fight only occurred ten minutes ago, and it would be best if you just left.

Reaching into your bag to grab your phone and text Tae, you feel your brain melt into realization.

You left your phone in the restroom from when you showered.

Lady Luck surely wasn’t on your side today, but you were very dependent on your phone and you would rather walk back inside, tail between your legs, than be petty enough to leave it entirely just because of a measly dispute.

Hopping out of his ridiculously lifted Jeep, you ride the elevator back to your floor and try to open the door as quietly as possible. Perhaps Jungkook wouldn’t even catch you coming back in if he was in his room.

Cautiously tiptoeing through the hall, you recognize the groan of the pipes in the walls and curse silently; Jungkook was showering. In the only bathroom of the apartment. With your phone comfortably laying on the counter.

Fortunately, he left the door ajar enough for your body to slip through and grab it without his knowing, hopefully. In front of the door, you can hear the shower stream fluctuating, assuming he must be washing still, you go for the kill only to be horrified by the occurring events.

Jungkook fucking moans; and not just a “yeah-this-shower-is-relaxing” moan, but a fully-fledged whine.

Suddenly, you hear, what you surmise to be, the rapid sounds of Kook pumping himself in the water and you force yourself to bite down on your lip so hard as to keep yourself from laughing, crying, or a pathetic combination of the two. You should just grab your phone and leave, but he doesn’t stop.

“Ah… Y/N…” Jungkook growls, stopping you in your tracks.

You whip your head to look back to the shower; did he catch you walking in on him?

Seeing that the shower curtain was, indeed, closed, it takes you a few moments to interpret why he called your name.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts out again, voice low and heavy and you swear to god it rattled throughout your bones.

He’s fucking jacking himself off to you.

Jeon Jungkook, your hot-ass roommate that was also your best friend, is masturbating to the thought of you and is continuing to call out your name like it’s the sweetest fucking thing in the world.

You suddenly feel like you’re intruding and do your best to escort yourself as quick as possible from the bathroom, face hot and limbs resembling jelly. You retire in his room since its closest and sit on his desk, unfortunately now having to wait until he is out because you were too much of a wuss to grab your phone in the first place.

You’re in awe to think this is the first time you have ever caught Jungkook, let alone be the source of his sexual desires. Your mind failed to replay any moment where Jungkook seemed even remotely interested in you, so you just idled stupidly, twiddling your fingers while you hear Jungkook shut off the water in the other room.

Not wanting to risk the chance of him showing up naked, you voice your presence, “J-Jungkook! I’m in your room. Can you grab my phone?” you call out rather squeakily. In the midst of your question, Jungkook audibly startles and shuffles around before appearing in the doorframe, making eye contact with you.

Eyes wide and skin reddened from the shower, he doesn’t say anything as he walks inside and chucks your phone onto his bed. Facing his back towards you, he manages a sentence.

“When did you come back?”

“Uhh,” you start, distracted by the amount and depth of the tattoo that stretches across his back and shoulder blades. A traditional Japanese-style design is perfectly canvased on his muscular back; lotuses, peonies, and chrysanthemums perfectly mixed into black waves and god it must have taken hours for him to get it done. Only the flowers are featured in different shades of deep reds and pinks, everything else colorless or purposefully outlined, leaving some of his tanned skin peeking throughout some part of the tattoo.

“I’ve been here for a little while,” you finish, oblivious to the fact that you should have just lied to save yourself from the conversation that you were now trapped in.

He turns to face you, “Okay, uh. Do you want to take your phone?”

“Oh my god, when did you have these many tattoos?” you fluster shamelessly, raking your eyes over the ink that traveled on his chest and down his arms. It strictly stopped on his pecs, but it didn’t halt you from giving a once-over to his muscular stomach and indented “v” that peeked above his towel.

He quirks a brow at your gawking, “For a few months besides my arms. Are you done being mad now?”

You stand up and head towards his bed to grab your damned phone when you can feel him loom over you. Squeaking in surprise, you turn towards him, “What?”

“Y/N… please don’t leave,” he pleas, and you swear you’ve never heard him use this tone before.

“I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have said that to you. But Taehyung is an asshole and I meant it in a caring way. I don’t want to see you hurting from him anymore,” he says sincerely, “Don’t go.”

And even though this isn’t the right moment and for once, Jungkook is being sweet, the realization hits you.

“Jungkook, are you… jealous of Tae?” you say half-jokingly.

The question itself looks like it punched Kook in the stomach, as his face turns pink and he blinks too many times.

“Why the fuck—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Kookie, do you like me? Is that why you hate Taehyung so much? And in the shower—”

“What do you mean ‘in the shower’?” his face flushes, already knowing the answer.

Shit, you didn’t mean to include that.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t want to ruin anything we have right now because, hell, we live together and it’s already fucking awkward that you like Taehyung and caught me legit getting off just minutes ago,” he starts, somewhat level-headed.

“Kookie, I don’t not like you? You’re just so annoying sometimes and you act like you’re my brother or something and it’s really off-putting, and I mean I find you attractive, super attractive! But I didn’t think you liked me or thought of me just as a friend so I tried to stay away and this is just so surprising to me like—”

More than anything, Jungkook just kisses you so you would stop talking, but then his hand reaches the back of your neck and pushes you in a little and you lay your hands on his wet chest to stable yourself and it just feels so good.

But then you realize what the hell is happening and push him far enough to break the kiss.

“Kookie, wait—” you sigh, but Jungkook’s eyes roll and his hand now travels in your hair and tugs it slightly.

“Stop fucking calling me that,” he growls, and you swear the room is so much hotter than it was ten seconds ago.

His hair is drenched and pushed back off of his forehead, leaking droplets of water onto his shoulders and sliding down his firm body. His eyes are glazed in lust, hooded, and keep flicking between your eyes and your lips. This literal sex god disguised as your roomie left your mind in goo and everything was just so confusing.

“Jungkook?” you respond quietly, secretly hoping to appease his request. You unconsciously reach out to draw circles on his taut stomach, even daring to reach so low to feel the jut of his hipbones.

His eyes flutter at the touch of your dainty hands and closes the distance by pushing his hips against yours. You look back into his eyes, so innocent and Kook has a sudden desire to ruin you right now and show you who you belong to.

He pretends to think for a moment, rolling his head around and showing off his thick neck until he answers, “Mmm, too casual.”

You tilt your head in confusion and tease him a little, “Are you a ‘baby’ kind of person?” He makes a distasteful face and leans in closer.

“I don’t want you calling me any pet names that you give to just anyone either,” he droops his head into the crook of your neck, his close warmth causing you to shudder as he whispers in your ear, “I just want to be yours. So how about ‘daddy’?”

You flash a face of surprise and fail at hiding sheepishness. He chuckles at how rigid your body is; have you really never called someone “daddy” before?

“Yeah, I think I like that. Don’t you, Y/N?” he says, purposefully trying to humiliate you.

Jungkook was crawling under your skin and he knew it, taking pride of his control over you. However, you caught him off guard when you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

You hook your fingers under his towel and purr your most seductive, “Okay, daddy,” and even though it sounds so foreign leaving your mouth, you give Jungkook a run for his money.

He’s utterly stunned for a moment, unaware of how confident you could be but appreciating the second of dominance you had.

Hips still stuck together, you notice your effect has made him very… excited. He grinds his growing bulge into your lower stomach and you gasp in surprise. He tried his hardest to control himself, but it would only be moments before he went animalistic on you.

“Okay, love, I’m going to give you five seconds to decide if you really want this or not,” he says lowly, sliding his large hands underneath your shirt and trailing dangerously close to your breasts.

“Five,” he starts.

It suddenly dawns on you that you have plans with Taehyung, and that you should have been there awhile ago. It also settles in your brain that this is really fucking happening, and that there would be no turning back if you let Jungkook continue.

“Four.”

Your dilemma seems to display on your face because Kook looks worried. He almost looks hurt that you are really contemplating taking Taehyung over him.

“Three?” he questions, and you decide that you don’t need the full five seconds.

You lace your fingers through his wet hair and pull him into your kiss, relieving him of his worries and licking at his lips. He groans at the feeling and digs his fingers into your bare skin, relishing how small and soft you are under his hold.

He pulls away and takes his hands out of your shirt but presses his forehead against yours, “You know what you’re asking for, right? If you think I’m going to fuck you lightly just because I love you, you’re wrong,” he warns.

Although you should be more concerned about how he just confessed to you, you nod your head frantically and decide that you can properly talk about things after he takes care of you.

“Great,” he states, abruptly grabbing your shirt that he gave to you and ripping it apart so vigorously that the buttons fly, admiring the fact you weren’t wearing a bra underneath and immediately sucking marks above your chest.

“What the hell, Kook! That was my favorite shirt!” you whine, but he continues without a care.

“I promise I’ll give you my whole closet if you just shut the fuck up,” he spits, placing his hand on your waist and guiding you down to sit on his bed.

“Lay back,” he instructs, and you do just so, letting your head loll to its side. Contrary to your assumptions, his comforter smells like detergent mixed with his cologne and you wish you could bury your face in it, suddenly appreciating his natural scent.

Laying down like this, you can clearly see the outline of Jungkook’s bulge underneath the towel and you audibly gulp; you wondered how large he was.

Jungkook suddenly latches his hands under your knees and pulls you until your ass reaches the end of the bed, your startled yelps making him chuckle.

Kneeling and leaning his head between your legs, he licks and places kisses on your inner thigh, leaving you gasping in response. You feel yourself getting hot and wet, and you hope Jungkook can’t smell your arousal.

But as if he read your mind, he uses a thumb to circle your clothed cunt and you hiccup at the sudden friction, “You smell so good, Y/N.” In one swift motion, he removes your shorts and throws them across the room. Even though your thong is black, Jungkook can clearly see the growing wet mark and his chest grows with arrogance.

“Jungkook, please do something,” you cry, frustrated with his slow movements.

Pulling your panties to the side with his thumb, he blows cool air onto your heated core and you twitch.

“What did I say about my name?” he questions cockily.

“Fuck, daddy, please eat me out, finger me, anything! I’m begging,” you squeal.

He doesn’t take another second to lick a broad stripe up your folds, properly tasting your juices and humming in approval.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” he says, licking a few more times before wrapping his arms around your thighs so they lay on his shoulders, “get ready.”

You moan shamelessly as he sucks with brutal force, wet slurping sounds flooding the room. The man eats you out like you’re the first thing he’s tasted in weeks, rolling your clit behind his teeth with his tongue then soothing the pain by licking it tenderly. By instinct, your grab his hair for leverage but he doesn’t care.

It doesn’t take long for your stomach to pool with nerves, but as Jungkook feels you twitching in pleasure, he pulls away.

“I didn’t wait two years for you to cum in two minutes, baby. Hold it off,” he threatens, leaving you wriggling in disappointment.

After what he deems to be long enough, he presses his tongue flat against your nub once more, slowly moving in circles as he introduces his middle finger into your slit. You mewl as he hooks it upward, searching for the perfect spot. Once he finds it, you arch your back off the bed and groan.

“Fuck, how are you this tight? I only have one finger in and I can barely move around in here, princess,” he says, resuming his attack on your g-spot and watching you squirm in awe.

Watching him with his eyes sealed shut and jaw clenching as he focuses on your pleasure was a scene you wanted to burn into your memory. Distracted from the visual unfolding before you, he opens his eyes slightly and catches you staring, biting your clit as punishment.

“Ah, fuck! I-I’m too sensitive,” you complain, but ruthless as he was, he counters by adding his ring finger into your folds. You cry at the burn and stimulation.

Removing his mouth from your swollen clit, he slides up so his face is level with yours. He kisses you roughly, forcing you to taste the bittersweet juices he had accumulated by colliding your tongues together. He speeds his hand up, his palm repetitively hitting your sweet spot and fingers curling in.

He drinks up your moans, refusing to take his mouth off yours as he slams a third finger into you, causing you to grunt in discomfort. You grab his wrist, pleading for him to stop, but his strength overwhelms yours by a longshot.

“Kookie, please, it hurts,” you whimper but he only clicks his tongue.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but daddy has to do this. I won’t fit otherwise,” he sympathizes. You look at him, puzzled.

After scissoring his fingers in you enough so you’re properly stretched, he responds to your curiosity by removing his towel and you’re honestly afraid.

“Oh, Jungkook. That’s not going to fit in me,” you exclaim. He uses the juices on his fingers to pump his impressive length a few times, his hands barely able to encompass his whole girth. The tip curved slightly to your satisfaction, head a pretty pink and leaking precum.

“Yes it will, sweetheart. I know you can take it,” he coos, “can you do a favor for me now? Will you turn around?” he questions, helping you shift so your head was towards the edge this time, your view now consisting of a close-up on his cock. Once settled, you realized what he wanted and started to voice your denial.

“Shh, baby, you’ll be fine. Just a little, okay? Keep fingering yourself for me,” he commands, using his hand to position his dick at your mouth, “open up.”

Reluctant for a second, you obey by opening your mouth enough for him to place his tip between your lips. His head was velvety, closing your eyes as you maneuver your lips around him to suckle on it. He hisses at the feeling but keeps himself from moving while you lick and taunt his slit, eventually enveloping more of his shaft into your mouth.

With this, he slowly begins to move in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size as he gets deeper and deeper into your throat. Once he builds speed, you rest your hands on his thick thighs, warning him; as if the action sets him off, he grips both of your wrists with his hand firmly and starts to fuck your throat harshly.

You gag at the sudden change of pace and his hips stutter but you regain your composure and allow him to snap his hips faster and faster. You occasionally swallow and hum and he groans loudly, his noises of ecstasy setting your loins ablaze.

Your eyes prickle with tears, falling down your soft face and Jungkook thinks you’re the prettiest thing ever. You feel his cock harden in your mouth and you use your tongue to lick his underside, welcoming his climax.

He stops right before he cums, pulling out quickly and twitching as you gasp for air. In the midst of him slamming into your mouth, he managed to split your bottom lip, blood and saliva smeared across your mouth; mixed in with your tears from earlier, you looked like the epitome of sex. He moans at the sight and grabs his phone from his computer desk.

“God, you look so pretty when you’re wrecked,” you hear the shutter of his camera and your eyes snap open, “I really should show my friends this, you know. They all think you’re so erotic and sexy. They’d be stoked to know they let me fuck your throat as hard as I did.”

You glare at him, “P-Piss off.”

Stroking himself, he nods his head, “Move.”

You sit up and adjust yourself so your head is laying on his pillows, Kook following closely as his presses kisses to your breasts and hovers above. His body heat radiates onto you while water drips from his hair and the mix of hot-and-cold with your heady lust is making everything feel like cloud nine and you just wish Jungkook would have told you he liked you earlier because you were missing out on so much.

Jungkook, totally infatuated with leaving every inch of your ribcage covered in wet kisses, eventually comes to his senses and sits up. He grabs both of your ankles and hoists them in the air, transferring them to one hand and using the other to hook onto your panties and slides them off in one swift action. He stares for a second, admiring the way your ass looks with extended, thin legs displayed only for him, and it takes every ounce of restraint to keep from eating you out again.

Using your semi-wet panties, you briefly see the cogs in his mind spin before he leans over you again, “Once I start, I promise you I won’t stop, but this is to keep your pretty little hands from interfering” he says, using your thongs to tie your wrists together and the burn of the fabric makes you wince.

“Keep your hands above your head, got it?” he says intimidatingly, and you nod in agreement. With this, he places your legs above his shoulder and makes eye contact.

“Hold on to that headboard for me, yeah baby?” he says with a pant, aligning his dick with your entrance. You don’t quite understand but you do so, struggling slightly with the bondage.

He doesn’t take any interest in “going slow”, and immediately shoves half of his length in and starts at a fast pace, causing you to mewl on impact and grip the wood of his bedframe firmly.

“O-Oh my god! Jungkook, d-daddy, holy shit,” you pant, feeling Kook’s thick cock fight its way through your tight walls, pulsating as he pumps within you.

He growls with each thrust, proud of the moans that spill out of your mouth because of what he’s doing to your body.

“How is it, Y/N? Tell me what it feels like,” he ponders, varying between quick, sharp thrusts and skilled grinding.

“It feels so, so good. Ah—you fuck me so well, I already wanna cum,” you admit, your pussy leaking profusely as evidence. You throw your arms around his neck, raking your nails across his back and he hisses in sweet pain.

When he finally starts to speed back up, you hear a continuous chime in the distance. Focusing on it a little more, you notice it’s your phone buzzing right beside your head and your stomach coils.

“It’s Taehyung,” Jungkook growls, slowing his movements to a dangerously slow rate, “go ahead and answer it for me, baby.”

There was a change of tone in the air; a sudden animalistic spike of arousal that seemed to stem from Kook, and his cocky grin didn’t ease you at all.

“W-What?” you stutter, horrified at his question.

In an instant, his hand is around your throat and he squeezes just enough to make it hard for you to catch your breath. Meanwhile, he slid his dick completely out of you, leaving you clenching around air.

“I fucking said to answer it, bitch. Or I’ll cum right here on your stomach,” he growls, and you cry in frustration at the sudden loss of contact. When he raises an eyebrow to question if you’ll listen, you bob your head to show your subservience and struggle to grab your phone with hands tied together.

Unfortunately, you manage to answer it in time and hold it up to your ear, “H-Hello?”

Smug with your obedience, Jungkook eases into you once more, this time, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt and you have to bite your lip to the point of reopening your wound to keep your cries in.

“Y/N? Where are you? I thought you were coming over, kitten,” Tae drawls. Jungkook makes a face of disgust at his pet name for you and snaps his hips viciously, making you squirm at the action.

“Oh! Uh, about that… I can’t anymore,” Kook releases his hold on your neck and instead kneads a breast, giving you a wink, “I forgot… I had to do some work stuff.”

“Aw, you should’ve told me, I would’ve come over instead,” he pouts. Jungkook suddenly dips down to take a nipple in his teeth, suckling and biting it to hardness while gliding smoothly into your g-spot.

“It’s okay! Um, I’ll just text you later, okay?” you attempt to close the conversation. Jungkook, however, doesn’t like how rude you’re being to Taehyung and slams so hard into your core that you drop your phone, letting out a loud whine of ecstasy.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” you faintly hear Tae’s voice through the phone. Trying to end the call, Jungkook beats you to it and snatches it from the bed, holding to your ear and mouthing a “don’t touch”.

“Ha! Yeah, sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Okay… Are you sure? You sound really out of breath,” he voices with concern.

You don’t pay too much attention to the question as Jungkook readjusts so your knees are up to your head and his face is right next to your ear, using this position to slide deeper into you, kissing the end of your walls. Sliding all the way out until just the tip remains, he rockets his hips forward and repeats the cycle with diligent speed.

You moan flagrantly, hiccupping with every snap of his hips and burying your nails into the wood of his bed once more.

“What the—What the fuck is going on, Y/N?” you hear Tae seethe through the phone.

Kook bites your lobe once before grunting quietly in your ear, “Tell him whose slut you are now, yeah? Tell him how much better I fuck you than he does,” he dares.

You whip your head towards him, looking for any hint of sarcasm and flush when you realize that he’s serious.

“What? No!” you hiss.

Jaw clenching and seething at your insubordination, he yanks himself out of you and manhandles you onto your stomach, lifting your ass up and you have no room to protest when your fucking hands are tied.

As if you weren’t humiliated enough, you unexpectedly feel a slap on your bare ass, causing you to cry in discomfort. Jungkook spanks you again, not even stopping to soothe the pain before whispering a, “Fucking say it.”

Simultaneously, he buries his cock deep inside of you, forcing all of his length into your tight hole and making you shriek into the sheets. Squelching noises echo throughout the room and your mewls are filled with pure bliss as Jungkook fills you to the brim.

As he holds the phone to your ear once more, you’re too fucked-out to care anymore, whining a, “Taehyungie… I’m sorry, but Jungkook is fucking me so well right now,” another snap makes you whimper euphorically, “it feels too good, ah! So much better than anyone has ever filled me…” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles darkly and kisses your spine, licking stripes up your shoulders. You can hear Taehyung startle for a second, genuinely confused and angry before you hear the tone indicating that he hung up. Kook, joyed to know the distraction was gone, chucks your phone across the room and replaces his hands to grip your hips.

His fingers are digging so hard into your skin that you’re sure bruises will appear the next morning, but you welcome every mark he’ll give you. You want the pain, the pleasure, everything Jungkook gifts. You want Jungkook.

Solely focused on your pleasure now, Kook pounded into you with so much force that his bed croaked with every piercing punch to your sweet spot. You whimpered and whined and howled and cussed profanities, all sweet music to his ears.

Even though your hands were bound, you attempted to touch your clit, wanting to send yourself over the edge as soon as possible. You didn’t know how much longer you would last.

Before reaching your pelvis, Jungkook slaps your ass hard and you scream, his hand now pushing your back down even further.

“I know you can cum untouched, baby. Let daddy finish you,” he snarls, so you let your hands fall limp under you.

Jungkook watched as his length disappeared into you, your arousal dripping between your thighs and all over his lower stomach. He has a desire to watch you unfold in front of him, and repeatedly fucks against your cervix until he feels you tighten around his cock. He groans at the feeling and speeds up as you start to wail.

Your orgasm comes, all strings snapping and electricity shooting throughout your body as Jungkook strains to keep your limbs still. You’re seeing stars and feel incredibly light; you don’t think you’ve ever came this hard.

Jungkook feels it too, sadistically pumping into you and making you sob in overstimulation. When you attempt to pull away from him, his grip forces you back.

“You’re going to take all of my cock, so stop fucking whining,” he barks, and you shake your head.

He ignores you, pistoling into your core anyway. The liquid you excreted from your previous climax made it easier for Jungkook to fuck you faster than before, and it doesn’t take long before he’s spilling into you.

He whines into your back, squirting his last spurts of semen before softening and taking himself out. Without his support, your legs fall and he topples over beside you, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead.

Your body writhed in its high, taking a few minutes to slow your breathing and roll over to face Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asks, scooting closer to your worn-out body and removing your hair from your face.

Your eyes were heavy and it was hard to stay awake but you endured a single nod.

“No no, baby. Stay awake. C’mon, get up,” he starts, but you groaned in exhaustion. You didn’t think you could move for the rest of your life.

Jungkook sighed, heaving himself out of bed and leaving the room. Although drifting in and out of consciousness, you’re aware that he left and you can’t help but feel used. Was this all just some sort of gimmick to get you to sleep with him? You knew better than to think this way, but you had lingering anxiety anyway.

Kook comes back a few minutes later; seeing you in your sleepy state, he rolls and scoops you up into his arms bridal-style, escorting you out of his room. You wake up enough to realize he’s holding you and you figure he’s taking you to your own bed.

You pout, “Why didn’t you let me sleep in your bed, you little shit?”

“Because we’re not sleeping right now. You smell like sweat and cum and—gross, you’re leaking cum everywhere and—we’re going to take a bath. Is that okay with you, princess?” he drawls with sarcasm.

“What? We are?” you say, utterly stunned.

He doesn’t answer as he slips you into the tub, the water on the verge of being too hot, but still bearable. He slips in behind you, placing his legs on either side of your body and easing in with a satisfied moan. You feel… awkward.

“You look uncomfortable,” he says blatantly, “is everything hitting you now?”

Jungkook was worried that you would change your mind after fucking, that you wouldn’t have any lingering feelings besides lust but he acted nonchalantly, preparing to take the worst.

“No! Well, yes. I don’t know,” you admit.

You can feel his stature sulk a little, disappointed that he was probably right.

“I just don’t think I’ve ever had post-sex care,” you say, “Taehyung normally just falls asleep or leaves.”

Jungkook seethes at this, already imaging thousands of different ways he could murder the bastard with his bare hands.

“Do you normally take care of all the girls you fuck?” you question out of pure curiosity.

“Sometimes? I don’t know. I haven’t been with a girl in a really long time. Not since we’ve lived together, I guess,” he responds without hesitation. You perk at this, searching your brain for any time you’ve caught Jungkook with a girl at home. You’ve never actually seen any, but you figured he would have when you weren’t here, at least.

Jungkook can probably sense your confusion because he laughs.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your pants for years,” he teases, planting kisses on your shoulders, “it was so fucking worth it.”

You flick his forehead, making him glare at you.

You rest your head on his chest, the water finally cooling to a comfortable temperature. You can hear Jungkook’s heart thumping in his ribcage.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Kookie.”

“It’s whatever.”

“I hate you for making me answer that call though.”

A/N: After they showered they probably went at it again and went out on dates and saw taehyung at least ONCE so (-: happily ever after

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