#managed to get a big iced coffee n a small bubble tea down today but i want to eat real food :^(

[gommyworm]

Tw ed/

[kurinoot]

[day 9] nine home remedies | kuroo tetsuroo

-> much to your wishes, your boyfriend who happens to be the captain of the boys volleyball team that you’re managing still went to practice despite being sick, so you give him a taste of your own medicine, literally

pairing: kuroo x reader

themes: fluff (with a bit of spice), manager!reader, some humor innit lol

warnings: mature innuendos here and there (and that’s it uwu), mild language (just one curse word lol)

word count: 3,379 words

note: sorry for the late LATE post. School has begun again and this fic is pretty long compared to the past ones :( but here’s the update now hehe I hope you guys like it! Also, thank you so much to @xmyshya, @ssrated1volleyballplayer, @meiansmistress​, and @vanille--kiss for proofreading this one for me! Father Meian would be so proud uwu. And also, to my friend who has been part of this since Day 1, @msmeowski​, I really owe you one!

“How many times do I have to tell you that you should’ve skipped practice today?” You sigh as you accompany your boyfriend with his arm slung over your shoulder to his house, albeit weak and flushed. Kuroo only grunts in response. 

“What, you’re my mom now?” He quips. You glare in his direction, as you have already given him an earful on how his health should be a priority and how he shouldn't choose practice over his well-being. As soon as you enter his house, his grandmother sees the two of you scurrying inside, greeting you with a gentle smile.

“Ah welcome Y/N-chan! Oh! What happened to you, Tekkun?” his grandmother remarks. 

“Baa-chan! It’s Tetsurou!” Kuroo coughs. You could only bow your head at her with respect as you speak on his weakened behalf. 

“Baa-chan! I told this rooster head right here to not go to practice for today because he’s sick, but he still did!”

“Oh, did he really now?” She replies as she instantly glares at her grandson, who is eyeing the sofa, seeking the comfort of its warm, soft surface. His grandmother then pinches hard on her grandson’s cheek. 

“You shouldn't make things harder for Y/N-chan!”

“Baa-chan! Your grandson is sick and you’re still scolding me?” He retorts, earning another pinch and earful from his grandmother before motioning you inside as she prepares the sofa for Kuroo to rest as you follow suit.

“Y/N-chan, will you help brew some tea and make Hachimitsu Daikon for Tetsu-chan?” his grandmother asks as she helps the captain on the couch. You nod before glaring at the sorry state of your boyfriend.

“You better not move from there, mister. I’m gonna brew you some tea.” You order as the captain could only painfully cough in reply, jokingly.

“Yes, ma!”

You quickly set up the kettle, placing it on the stove before preparing the tea. As you wait for the water to boil, you prep the Hachimitsu Daikon mixture, mixing the daikon and honey together before letting it set on the counter. You then hear his grandmother come to the kitchen, and you perk up at her smiling presence, taking two shopping bags with her.

“I’ll be going out to the market, Y/N-chan. Take care of Tekkun for me.” You wave goodbye as she leaves, amused at their cute relationship.

You leave the jar on the table to let the mixture come together as you lift the kettle and pour its contents into the mug with the tea leaves before serving it to your ailing boyfriend. 

“Sit up! Here’s some tea. It’ll help with your cold. Also, I made some Hachimitsu Daikon for you on the table, okay? Baa-chan taught me this one, and said that it was good for your sore throat.”

His hand feebly reaches for the mug in yours, brushing his fingers against yours. He holds your hand for a moment as he looks intently at you. “Manager-chan, I know you’re concerned about me right now,” Kuroo takes the mug from your hands, shifting his focus to the mug on his palms. “But I can take care of myself from here. The younger ones need their pretty manager.”

You quirk an eyebrow, unamused at his statement—huffing as you put your hands on your hips. “As the manager, and as your girlfriend, I’m obligated to take care of the entire team, which also includes my boyfriend. Besides, I’m pretty sure the others are worried about you as well.”

“You never go down without a fight, huh? How annoying,” he obnoxiously says, but thankful nonetheless. He blows into the mug before daintily sipping the tea, sighing in relief as he looks at you. “I didn't know I needed that. Thanks so much, baby girl,” he says with a smile.

Your heart warms at the gesture as you quickly grab your bag, pulling out your first aid pouch and grabbing a sheet of KoolFever, much to your boyfriend’s surprise. You quickly remove the film covering as you gently place it on his sweltering forehead, prompting Kuroo to sigh in contentment as the contrasting cool sheet lays over his spiking hot forehead.

“Ah~ sometimes I wish I could be sick forever...” he places the mug on the coffee table before suddenly pulling you to his lap. “You’d be my cute nurse, baby girl~” He burrows his flustered face to your chest, to which you only spit in disgust. You ruffle his hair as you chuckle in sarcasm. 

“Oh by the way, I’m telling Coach Nekomata to give you 15 more diving drills to make up for today.”

“B-baby, n-no need to be harsh on me,” Kuroo attempts to give you the cutest cat eyes, appealing to your cat-loving side, and although you feel the need to hug your man, you resist his advancements.

“Stop staring at me with those big eyes!” You shove his face away from you as you continue. “Also you’re sweaty, so I’ll get the bath running.”

You manage to untangle yourself from his arms before you enter the bathroom, drawing him a warm bath. Afterwards, you step out of the bathroom with the water running, with tufts of steam leaking out the door ajar.

“Oi, jiisan, bath’s ready!” You pull out a fresh white towel from one of the cabinets as Kuroo slowly stands up at your cue. You go to aid him as he walks on the way to the bathroom, pulling a half-scowl on his face.

“Oi, you do know that I’m not old, right?”

“Hm-hmm. Says the person who says ‘Ah, youth.’”

Kuroo, amused at your clapbacks, chooses to stay silent instead as you help him towards the bathroom. You check the water to see if it’s warm enough as Kuroo lethargically takes off his shirt, fumbling around. You chuckle at his helpless sight, amused at his feeble form, although your eyes keep lingering back to his sweaty torso. Thankfully, his head is stuck in his uniform, so he doesn't have a reason to tease you, and although you need to help him with his uniform, you try not to be tempted to touch his lean, muscular abdominals and his perking pectorals.

“Uhm, ah, I’ll leave you to it!” You shyly mutter as you attempt to scurry out of the bathroom, to no avail as your boyfriend pulls you into a hug, burying his head in your shoulder in the process. You feel his warm breath wantonly brush against the nape of your neck as his ripped torso touches against you, bringing blood on your cheeks in embarrassment. Your heart palpitates as you swallow the lump in your throat in anticipation.

“You perv, you intentionally looked at me while I was naked...” He provokingly whispers in your ear as he gently caresses your hair, leaving you with trails of shivers down your spine. 

“You do know that you need to be punished, right, baby girl?”

You grit your teeth at his underlying pestering as your thoughts are left at the tip of your tongue. Damn, he really knows how to push the right buttons, huh?!

Kuroo smirks at your struggle, more so with the flustered expression on your face, but feels all of his confidence go down the drain almost instantly. 

“I can’t just let an old man pathetically get stuck with his shirt on his head. Now, what would others—especially Lev and Yaku—say if they found out that their cool captain can’t even remove his shirt?”

T-This woman… Kuroo thinks as he feels his mind short circuit at the turn of events. He tries to push more buttons to try and rile you up, which only proves to be futile. 

You then break the ice before going out of the bathroom. “Now I’m gonna go out for a bit and I expect you to be undressed AND in the tub by the time I come back, okay Kuroo-jiisan?”

“Will you stop calling me jiisan already?!”

By the time you return, you are greeted by clouds of steam and you are graced with the view of your boyfriend naked and resting in the filled warm tub.

You then do a quick series of arm stretching, preparing yourself before grabbing the mint-scented shampoo placed in a small cupboard nearby. You squeeze a decent amount of it on your hand, lathering it before you massage the dollop of bubbles onto his scalp. As you massage the shampoo into his hair, you can’t help but feel relaxed in the atmosphere—you shampooing his hair, the calm sloshing sound of the rippling water, the gentle sounds echoing on the bathroom walls, the looming fresh scent of mint, and the almost inaudible sound of his purr.

Oh my gosh, he’s purring like a cat, you think in fascination as you continue threading your fingers onto his hair whilst humming contentedly. Meanwhile, the man in the tub is in complete relaxation mode, feeling satisfied at the sensation of the warm water and your presence. 

He releases a low purr as he simmers himself into the warm tub of sudsy water, closing his eyes at the soothing kneading of your hands in his hair. You then place a quick gentle peck on his shoulder before grabbing the shower head, rinsing his hair with care to avoid splashing water on your dry clothes.

“Ah, that feels really good...” you hear Kuroo unknowingly whisper in relief, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy with contentment. You then grab the soap sitting on the wall side of the tub, lathering it as you rub your way down his body. 

Another wave of soft purrs emanates from his lips as you gently knead the sore muscles of his back, instantly feeling the knots leaving his body. You feel him recline into your touch as he turns to putty in your hands, releasing a deep contented sigh. It doesn't last long as you rinse the trails of suds with water, leaving a final peck on his now clean shoulder.

“I’ll leave you for a minute.”

You make your way to the living room and grab the Salonpas and KoolFever from your bag, and proceed to the kitchen to grab a tray and pour another cup of the herbal tea. Once the Hachimitsu Daikon settles in, you look around for a spoon, carrying it alongside the container of the syrup. You head back to his room only to see Kuroo sitting on the bed, with his hair still wet and a towel hanging on his neck. 

You sigh as you place the tray on his bedside table before giving him a spoonful of the syrup. You grab his towel from his neck gently, shuffling to his back as you drape the towel over his head. Your fingers tenderly graze through his wet locks, which is surprisingly soft compared to his usual bedridden rooster hair. Tempted, you leave soft pecks on his sweltering forehead while continuing to dry his hair. His hazel eyes gaze at the tray before seeing the green onion.

"Y/N-chan, what’s that?" he says as he points to the green onion.

“What? You don’t know the famous home remedy?”

It is actually the opposite. He knows it all too well. It’s just that, Kuroo isn’t sure if you are going to:

A) wrap it around his neck

or worse

B) stick it up in his ass

Knowing you, as the manager and his girlfriend, it would most likely be the latter. He knows he needs to butter you up to avoid the worst choice out of the two.

"You should thank Baa-chan. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know how to make it specially for you." You hold his warm cheeks in your hands, feeling the sweat forming from his fever. Under your touch, he nuzzles against the cool touch of your touch on his face. Hurriedly, he clasps your hands as he brushes it against his lips, tenderly kissing your wrists.

“Y/N-chan,” he directs his eyes towards you, whilst pecking your wrists. “You’re so warm...”

Your cheeks dye in rose from his sudden affection, pulling away from him before anything could happen. “L-Let me apply some salonpas to you, since you’re done with the s-syrup...” 

Kuroo’s attention keeps going back and forth to you and the green onion on the tray, feeling the slight tension of his heartbeat as time passes by. You then grab the pack of salonpas as you motion for his shirt, but he quickly lays down on the bed, lifting the hem of his shirt for a quick tease as he displays his sweating abdominals. He devilishly fixes his gaze to you with the cutest cat eyes before rolling on his stomach. “Help me, Ms. Manager~”

You feel the need to slap this idiot who unbelievably is the captain of your volleyball team, but quietly sigh ‘another time’. You sigh as your hand glides up to his well-defined back, caressing every touch against his broad back. Your thumb is pressed against his feverish skin before hearing Kuroo's grunts, possibly aching in some parts. Once you've identified the places around his aching rear, you start unpacking the Salonpas.

“Oho? You even have Salonpas with you? Ms. Manager, you're always prepared,” he nonchalantly chuckles, followed by coughing fits as you work on putting on the medicinal patches.

“I'm the manager for a reason. And besides, we work best together, like blood, so if one of you gets sick,” you finish placing the last patch of Salonpas as you start massaging the patches before directing your attention towards him.

"What's the Nekoma team without one another?"

As if taken by surprise by your response, Kuroo gives off a low chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Y/N-chan, after this little thing," Kuroo tucks his arms under his pillows as he buries his face, exposing only half as he gazes directly into your eyes. A playful smirk on his lips as he teasingly exposes his neck, his muscles on his back displayed. 

"Let’s go on a date."

Undeniably, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his sudden remark. After a brief pause, you clear your throat, evading his statement. “Y-You…! You have the stamina to be this cheesy when you need to rest?” You tell him as you finish massaging his back. He cheekily grins as he suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He attempts to give you a playful peck on your lips, to no avail as you shove his face back to his pillow. 

“N-no need to be this aggressive, b-babe...” Pouting, he digs his face into his pillows as you notice him eyeing the green onion on your tray. Your eyes light up as your lips grin with a devilish plan in mind.

He eyes you as you retract, with your hand hovering over the tray. His pupils dilate with his heart palpitating in each second. 

Is it A or B?! Will you choke him or shove it in his ass?! 

His particular train of thought is suddenly cut short as you hold the green onion in your hand. His instincts blare up, feeling it as if they were saying ‘run’ over and over, screaming at himself.

“Alright, Tetsurou,” it is the moment of truth. His neck or virginity are at stake as he internally pleads to the gods for a miracle.

“Stick out your neck.” 

A sigh of relief escapes from his lips, just as he feels his desires fulfilled. You then look at him questioningly as you give him a double-edged smile. Much to his lack of knowledge, he gives you a grin, feeling comforted at the decision to choke him rather than deflowering his ass while trying to treat him of his sickness. He hums, closing his eyes, expecting the plant to be wrapped around his neck, only for him to feel the familiar warmth of your lips instead which makes him look down at you. He sees the familiar glint in your eyes, and the way your lips are smirking make his stomach lurch.

Oh no—

“Now you better lay down on your stomach, mister.”

The following morning, the entire Nekoma team goes to check on their captain and on you, worried since you did not reply to their messages last night. Yaku initiates by proceeding to knock on the door, only to be welcomed by the sight of an elderly woman, smiling at them as she welcomes them. “Oh good morning, boys! Tekkun and Y/N-chan are still sleeping upstairs.” She sees the knowing stares between the team as she ushers them inside.

“So this is Kuroo-san’s home...” Lev wanders in fascination as he eyes his surroundings, basking in the environment and its homey atmosphere for the first time. Inuoka seems to feel the same as he smiles, with his eyes sparkling and wandering around the humble abode. Kuroo’s grandmother returns to the kitchen while the rest keep on chattering behind.

Disregarding the banter behind him, Yaku goes on and casually opens the door to the sight of you snuggled with each other, steadily breathing as your hands unconsciously massage Kuroo’s torso, leaving trails of your warm touch on it. The other hand on his shoulder unknowingly massages them reassuringly as the both of you succumb in each other’s presence and comfort.

“Aww look how cute you are, you guys...” Yaku sighs with underlying tease (and perhaps a hint of jealousy) as he walks and checks on you and your boyfriend’s sleeping figure, only to see later, in the captain’s partial state of undress on his lower posterior, a thick stalk of green onion protruding from between his clenching buttcheeks. 

He tries to contain his laughter, failing as a full-out cackle escapes his mouth, only for the rest of the team to enter the room and see their captain’s stalked bare posterior, following suit in Yaku’s failed attempt to hold onto his laughter. Kenma, who usually wears a blank expression, is now snickering at the sight before him, much to the surprise of the rest as the setter even takes a snap of it.

A loud groan from the sleeping captain turns the entire room silent as an awake Kuroo, albeit still fuzzy and tranced, rubs one of his eyes. He unconsciously lets out a yawn before his consciousness becomes more clear, finally registering that his teammates are right in his room.

“Oh you guys! Whaddya doin’ here?” he slurs.

“Ah, the guys wanted to know how you were doing and your grandmother happily told us to come in,” Kai replies with his usual smile as he waves at the freshly awoken captain.

“So L/N-san is also here...” Lev utters as his feline eyes land on your sleeping figure, happily snoring your worries away. The entire team pauses for a while just to look and appreciate you in your seemingly deep slumber.

“Waaah, L/N-san looks so cute!”

“Cute...”

Tetsuroo enjoys the attention showered upon you, prompting him to adjust his position on the bed only for him to realize fully the state of his partial nudity on his now aching posterior. He releases a grunt which only turns all the attention in the entire room back to him. Yaku snorts at the view as Yamamoto follows suit, only louder this time. 

“O-Oi, whaddya lookin at?” Kuroo scowls at everyone.

Lev snickers at the captain’s condition, albeit with pure curiosity, “Kuroo-san, why is there a green onion stuck in your butthole?”

Kuroo looks at him with disdain while trying to hide the embarrassment from within, “E-Eh! You didn’t know? This is an a-ancient remedy for fevers!”

“That sounds like a nice remedy. I should try it sometime!” Lev naively replies as Kenma looks at him in distaste before he looks at your sleeping frame with a calm expression.

“Don’t even try to do it, Lev.”

The rest of the members, even including Fukunaga, are already laughing at the captain’s plight, only increasing in volume as it effectively wakes you up from your slumber.

“Yeah right. You really let me stick an onion up in your ass? Kinky,” you raspily groan as you rub both eyes to consciousness, only leaving the team on their stomachs even more.

Happy Valentine’s Day to him, indeed. 

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[elejah-verse]

Love Hurts/9

Fanfiction 

Part 9

AU TVD/TO story

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Summary: Y/N got a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans, saying she inherited a part of an Estate there. She went to find out what it was about and met two brothers, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson, who also part own the property. What happened - you can read here - Masterlist https://elejah-wonderland.tumblr.com/post/182201793528/fanfiction-au-tvdto-story-elijah-mikaelson-x

a/n: thanks for sticking with this story. It was a roller coaster ride of emotions I guess. But there is a silver lining. xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @captainshurley @hides2000 @cassienoble2000

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Yucatan, Mexico

Klaus was so very right when he made the decision to make Elijah leave New Orleans, as well as making him switch his phone off. Gaspar gave them the keys of his holiday house there, and the brothers had real peace and quite.

"This is exactly what I needed."- Elijah said as they sat down for breakfast-"you were right- everything just got on top of me- and I just made one mistake after another."

"Everyone can lose themselves. I've done it. Andrea's done it. Pain does that to people."- Klaus said-"When you fall, then you get up again. And if you can't do it alone, then it is more than ok to ask for a helping hand. There is no shame in asking for help."

"I heard that somewhere"- Elijah now joked a little.

"You said that to me, after my terrible binge drinking sessions for months after Hayley died."- Klaus now said.

"I remember."- Elijah said.

"Y/N cut you deep? I totally get it. She was like an angel descended on us. I started falling for her myself."

"What?"- Elijah couldn’t believe what his brother had just said.

"Yep. I admit. But, quickly realized she was not interested in the slightest. She always had this invisible wall put up whenever we were talking. Now I get it, she was into you." - Klaus said.

"And I fell - like the moth to the flame."-Elijah said-"but I am to blame as well. I got carried away. Sabine was also so sweet and lovely."

"Please, you can't compare Sabine to Y/N. Ever. She was a viper from day one. Y/N was truly sweet. Till the end. Did you know that her share of the earnings from all the events of the Plantation she made out to be spent on the refurbishing the house, and one  for Hope’s and Marcel’ college fund. She doesn't take any money."

"What?”- Elijah was even more gobsmacked.

"Yeah. Andrea and the accountants must have sent you the reports, didn’t they?”

"I- didn't read them. Sorry. I just- well, I was busy losing myself into my own stupid emotional abyss."- Elijah admitted.

"Well, that's why we are here. To have you climb out of this abyss and see clearly again. You have to cut your losses. Ok, you fell for her. It was just a thing, and - there is nothing you can do. She left. But, what are you going to do about Camille? You don't love her- well, at least not like - you know what I mean. You're not in love with her. And it is really horrible if you continue with this noble rubbish, because in the long run, you are not doing good to her either. And as for Gia-  let me break it to you again-  You had a good one-night stand- just change the lawyer. There is plenty of sharks out there. She is not the only one."

"When did you become so wise?"- Elijah took a sip of coffee now. 

"Got it from my older brother, who had always been giving me earful throughout the years."- Klaus joked-"come on, now. I rented a sailing boat out. Let's have some brotherly fun."

As they finished their breakfast they left.

Later, Klaus sent different selfies of them to Hope, who shared it with Mary and Andrea.

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In New Orleans

Y/N got out of the taxi and stood in front of the house for a moment before she entered the pathway to it. When she left, two months ago, she didn't think she would be back there so soon. If ever. But the universe seemed to have different plans for her or maybe it was Esther and Dahlia with the help of their witch that brought her back again. It seemed like she had been gone for a lot longer then just a couple of months. All of her emotions she thought she had under control now bubbled up as she rang the bell.

Mary, who was in the kitchen wondered who it was calling at two o'clock. She went to open the door and her heart nearly stood still as she saw Y/N standing there.

"Hello, Mary"- Y/N said.

"Oh my-"- Mary exclaimed completely taken in by the moment, seeing her there standing-

"Oh, come in, darling girl, why did you ring. Don't you still have the keys?"- the housekeeper now ushered Y/N in.

"Well, I - do, but I don't really live here anymore."- Y/N said.

"What are you saying? This is your home, unless there were some changes, which were not conveyed to me,"- Mary continued as they got in.

"No changes."- Y/N said.

Y/N put her backpack down now as they got into the Salon. Now, as Mary calmed down from the emotional surge of seeing Y/N, she now asked-

"Are you just visiting or- because, Andrea has told me that she had asked you to be her bridesmaid. The wedding is two weeks away."

"Well, I am here because- yeah, Andrea has asked me to help her out a bit with the wedding prep, now that it is like in such a short time."- Y/N fibbed a bit.

"They are making it very low key and - it is fine by me. Last time it was this big crazy thing and - you know it ended."- Mary continued-"Oh, I am completely dismayed. Let me get you some refreshments."

"Yeah, I am thirsty."- Y/N said and she now followed the woman into the kitchen.

"I have made a lemon mint iced-tea. Your favourite. You will not believe this, but as I thought of what to make today, I thought of you and-"- Mary said.

"You're so - great. I missed you."- Y/N said to the woman, now impulsive as she was she embraced her.

"Oh darling, we have all missed you, too. You don't know what it was like since you left. It was - like-"- Mary now told Y/N about it all, how they went back living their separate lives.

Hope was as happy as Mary when she came back from school and saw Y/N there. They all had dinner together and the rest of the afternoon and evening, Y/N spent with the girl.

In the evening as Y/N went to bed, Mary made a call to Klaus.

He picked it up all concerned as he knew Mary would stick to their agreement and not call if it wasn't an utmost emergency.

"Tell me it's not that bad? Is she all right?"

"Hope is perfectly fine."- Mary said on the other line.

"So, why are you calling me? My heart just stopped."- Klaus was slightly agitated and then said-"Is it Camille?"

"No. Y/N is here."- Mary now said.

"Y/N? She is New Orleans?"- Klaus was surprised to hear that news.

"Yes. She arrived today. I thought I'd let you know."

"How- why is she there? I mean- how long is she staying?"- Klaus continued with the interrogation.

"She says that she came to help with Andrea and Jackson's wedding. Andrea has asked her to be her bridesmaid."- Mary replied.

"Right. Ok. Thanks for letting me know. I'll call you."

"All right."- Mary said and hung up.

Elijah, who now came to the terrace where Klaus was and seeing him finish conversation asked if something had happened as  he knew that they would only accept emergency calls.

"Yeah, all is fine. Hope is to go on a day trip, and the school needed a yes from me"- Klaus fibbed.

"Ah, all right. Are we going to that dinner. I am starving."- Elijah said.

"Yeah."- Klaus said and the went out.

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The next morning, Y/N went to the Plantation, where Andrea was eagerly expecting her. The two women went into a warms hug.

"It's so good to see you"- Andrea said to Y/N.

"You two."- Y/N said.

As they walked in the office Andrea continued- getting them both a refreshments.

" I thought you cut your hair. On that photo with your parents it was so short."

"No, well, I trimmed it a bit. I just had it straightened and had one of those casual tails.  But, trust me I was temped, and I am thinking about cutting it."- Y/N said-"ok, now tell me - everything- I want to know how you think you will managed the wedding in such a short time?"

"We are getting married in the Old Plantation house at the pond. Klaus and Elijah said it was fine. We will just decorated it with flowers and put some more lights, it really doesn't need much. We also don't have too much money, so- and because Jackson was paying off a debt- and I left, so - kind of agreed to make it a small wedding."- Andrea explained.

"I get it. And the Old Plantation house is perfect for small weddings. We should put this into our wedding section on the website."- Y/N suggested.

"I thought about it, too."- Andrea said.

"We can use the photos from your wedding- oh- sorry- I get all these ideas and my mind works overtime. Sorry, it's your private thing."

"Come on, it's a great business idea. I am ok with it, but I need to ask Jackson, but he will br ok with it too."- Andrea said.

"Ok, enough thinking of business all the time. I want to see the dress. I hope you got the dress."

"I do. It is Mary's dress, and I am having it altered to fit me, but I got the pictures already. Need to pick it up tomorrow."- Andrea now showed Y/N the dress, and a little later the walked to the Old Plantation house. That was the first house the Mikaelsons built when they got the Plantation, until the Grand house was build.

"After you left the Estate got a loan to do some repairs on it."- Andrea explained-"Elijah and Klaus thought to keep it in the original state as much as possible, like you suggested."- she looked at Y/N now and continued-"seriously, I don't get why you left. This project is your baby. It's also your home."

Y/N gulped a bit as Andrea said this project is your baby. She thought of the baby she was carrying. It was also this baby's home one day. Her emotions now jumbled up made her teary and she walked up the stairs to the landing where the ceremony would take place, to hide it from Andrea.

"This is a lovely wedding venue for a private quaint ceremony."- Y/N said.

"I got nearly all organized except for the bridesmaid dresses for you and Josie."- Andrea said.

"Well, then we have to go shopping."- Y/N said smiling.

They chatted some more about the ceremony and Y/N's holiday in Brazil.

■

The next day, the women went into town in search of the dresses, and had an absolute blast trying on the dresses. And although Y/N's bump was not that big, Andrea noticed the rounding as Y/N put on a dress to try.

"Can I- ok- really don't want to pry but- are you pregnant?"- Andrea asked.

Y/N stood taken aback, but she could not hide it as the truth would be out soon anyway, so she nodded and then said-"You can't tell anyone- I mean- till I tell-"

"Tell- who?"- Andrea said surprised.

"Elijah."- Y/N said.

"What? OMG! Elijah?? When did you guys- ok- ahm- Wow! ?"- Andrea continued astonished.

"It was- this one time- it's like so complicated. God, I am saying that a lot. But it is really complicated."

"You and Elijah- didn't see this one-Did you leave because of him?"

Y/N nodded again, her eyes watering.

Andrea now gave her friend a hug, and said-

"He's big on family. He will be happy."

A little later, after the chose the dress and the shoes and other accessories, they went for a fruit cocktail at Rousseau's.

"Josie is happy you chose flats"- Andrea laughed a bit-"she hates high-heels."

"She was not happy we chose pale pink."- Y/N said as she sipped a bit of her drink.

"She will survive."- Andrea remarked , she then stood up-"sorry, I need the bathroom."

And as Andrea went to the bathroom, two women sat down at the table next to where Y/N was.

"So, you and Elijah Mikaelson, really?"- one woman said and the other answered.

"Yep. I can't wait for him to come back from his vacation. He is so good in bed. And I thought he would be."- Gia said.

"What about Camille? Aren't they together?"- the other woman said.

"Oh, come on. If it was serious, would he like sleep with me. He needs a real woman."- Gia replied.

The waitress now came and they asked for drinks.

Y/N, who was on the neighbouring table went pale, not believing what she was hearing. Did she misunderstand the name, she now looked at Gia transfixed.

Andrea, who now got back from the bathroom, seeing Gia, greeted her not knowing had just been said. Gia greeted her back and now asked how she was doing  and slipped something about her up-coming wedding.

"Can we go?"- Y/N suddenly got up interrupting them.

Andrea turned to Y/N, and slipped yeah asking if she was ok.

"Just feel sick a bit. It must be the heat."- Y/N replied.

Gia, now looked at Y/N, and having recognized her from the social media about the Mikaelson Ball, now introduced herself.

Y/N mumbled something in the lines of nice to meet you, although she thought the opposite. Making an apology about not feeling good, she and Andrea left the bar. All the way to the house, a few blocks away, Y/N was quiet. She was not well, but it was nothing physical. She didn't know whether to believe what she had heard. The woman was clearly full of herself, but the way the woman spoke about Elijah and  them being together, she was convinced it was true.

As they got in the house, she disappeared in the bathroom. Upon Mary asking Andrea what was in the matter, the woman just said that she didn't know.

"Sometimes she leaves the house without eating anything. Did you have anything to eat?"- Mary asked.

"I had breakfast with Jackson before we left the Plantation, but I don't know about Y/N."- Andrea replied, fibbing obviously.

In the bathroom, Y/N wiped her tears off , then washed her face. Has he erased her so quickly out of her life? And what about Camille? Did she know him at all? Millions of ridiculous questions now streamed through her head. She heard Andrea knock at the door now  asking if she was fine.

Y/N got out and looking composed said that she was fine. Andrea told her whispering that Mary has made them something to eat, but if she wasn't up to it, she maybe should just excuse herself and go to lay down.

"No, let's do lunch. I am ok."- Y/N said and they went down to eat.

They stayed a little while longer and they both left for the Plantation house.

In the next couple of days, Y/N helped out Andrea with the work in the office, as well as the wedding preparation. She tried not think of Elijah and what she had found out about him and Gia. It was not easy. It pained her, but in truth, she had left, and she had drawn the line between them. And as she couldn't sleep, she got up and wondered down to the kitchen to get a drink and then walked into the Salon. She sat down in front of the photo portrait of him with Klaus from the Ball, and now looking at Elijah said-

"I thought you loved me. Really loved me. You said so. Here. You kissed me over and over again. Ugh, how could you! Do you even care about Camille? Well, maybe I just had this rose-coloured glasses and didn't really see what you are really like. I so want to hate you. But I can't. Just can't. I love you. Why did I ever had to come here and meet you? Whatever. Oh, God. Now I am talking to pictures all the time."

Y/N walked out of the Salon and off to bed. On the stairs, as she was walking up, suddenly she felt like someone took hold of her arm. Turning slightly with a slight fright passing through her she looked around. But there was no one. Y/N now shook her hand and as she went up at the top of the stairs she found a broach lying there. Y/N froze as she now recognized it being the broach Dahlia wore on one of her dresses on the photo. She picked it up, and took it to her room with her. She remembered now Andrea telling her that Klaus thought he saw his aunt on the porch on the day Y/N left. She didn't know what to think. But it was surely very spooky.

The next day she told Andrea about it, showing her the broach.

"That is really strange, because- all the jewellery is in the safe, and only the three of you know the safe number."- Andrea said-"this some kind of juju."

"It's really weird."- Y/N said-"Ok, I will go and check after the tours finish today. Ok. The photographer is now coming to take some photos of the Old Plantation house. See you later."

Y/N went to meet the photographer and Andrea continued with the order of the day.

At the meantime, in New Orleans, Klaus and Elijah returned from their vacation and Mary was so happy to see them back and after inquiring how it was, both of them answered that it was more than amazing.

"Ready to take anything on"- Elijah said to Mary and Klaus agreed, whose phone rang and he answered it. It was Abby and he made a gesture with his hand that he had to take this.

Elijah now went up the stairs to put his case away and unpack, and as he passed by the rooms, he saw Elena's room open, and her a few of her shirts neatly folded on the bed. He walked in it, and picked them up. Klaus, who now went upstairs, found him there.

Elijah now looked at his brother and asked-

"How come her clothes are - she is here?"

He could see now that Klaus knew that Y/N was in New Orleans and now nodded.

"What is she- when did she come back?"- Elijah asked.

"The other day."- Klaus said-"Mary's call was about Y/N arriving. She is here for Andrea's wedding, helping her out. She is her bridesmaid."

"Why didn't you tell me?"- Elijah asked.

"Because- well, we had two more days of doing our brotherly thing. I was coming up to tell you."

"I am not going to do anything ridiculous. Ignore her or anything like that. Wasn't this trip about me clearing up my head? And I did. It's good that she is here. Whatever was between us is no more. Ok. I am going to have a shower. I guess she is at the Plantation?"

"Yeah."- Klaus said-"when I get Hope from school we can go over there."

"Sure."- Elijah said and now went to his room.

A little while later, Mary called Andrea, telling her that they will all be at the Plantation house later that evening, so she can prepare the part of the house that the Mikaelson were using as their private area.

Andrea passed the message to Y/N, who now hearing that they were coming, her heart could not be still. And when she was now face to face with him in the gazebo not far from the Old Plantation house, her heart betrayed her completely. It thumped wildly and she felt her stomach churn slipping-

"Elijah-"

"Y/N"- he said back his stomach churning in the same way-"Andrea told me you would be here."

"Yeah- ahm- the photographer just left and I am finishing here. I am helping out with this new wedding idea."- Y/N said.

"Yeah, Andrea told us. Jackson had just showed us all the work done on the Old house-"

"It turned out really good. Everything looks great actually. It's great that you are letting them have it as a wedding venue."

"So, you're staying till the wedding?"- Elijah now asked.

"Yes- I am."-  Y/N confirmed, tingling now all inside because there was this major thing she needed to tell him, and for some reason she didn't know how and when to come out of it. Then Gia's words came storming in about them sleeping together and Y/N's heart shriveled somewhat. And she just stood there looking away into the garden.

Elijah took this as a sign that this was the end of their small chit-chat and then said-

"Right. Ahm, see you- then."

And as he now turned to leave, Y/N called out-

"Elijah-"

Elijah turned around and now looked at her gesturing -yes?

Whatever is between him and Gia, she could not not tell him about the baby. (a/n: I know it's a double negation- and yet I wrote it - lol)

Y/N drew a deep breath and then shot out-

"I am pregnant."- looking at him with sincerest of eyes.

"What?"- he said now looking at her like shell-shocked.

Y/N repeated-

"I am pregnant. 12 weeks. I am not here just for the wedding- I came to tell you that you are going to be a dad."

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Please shut up

So yeah sorry for not writing in so long. I’m done with my high school now!!! So I’m gonna try to update more often. Plus I’m looking forward to moving to Canada this year for studies so that might keep me captivated again.

Anyways here’s some ANGST for ya angst thirty peeps. Hope you enjoy and give me feedback!!

(I don’t know why I unnecessarily added CAMEL TOE but I did. So spare me.)

Plus due to lack of writings recently I lost the flow, but still here i am trying. Feedback is appreciated :)

It’s been 2 weeks since Harry got back from tour. Though he’s been having time off, he was somehow yet busy. Plus not the mention the reason behind his busy work was mainly his LA friends and his PR Camille. You knew it was just a stunt his management wanted to pull due lack of his mentions in magazines and teles regarding being with a girl or making again new girlfriend.

Though it was just some sort of publicity stunt you were dead jealous of it. You hated how he had to wear his girlfriend’s ruby ring in his pinky just to show the world that she existed for him. You hated how he literally had to be dragged by Jeff just to be papped with that blonde who was obviously loving the attention given to her.

Harry on the other hand did not like her at all. He didn’t like how she always stick to him following like a stalker acting like a lost puppy. He didn’t like it when she screamed during his shows when all he wanted was some peace (he did like when the fan shouted at her to shut the fuck up. Cuz why not?). He didn’t like it when he had to be seen with his fake so called girlfriend when he couldn’t hang out it with his real one. He missed his love so much. Due to your work, you weren’t  able to attend any of his shows, but the only ones that were in England that too were two or so.

He missed rubbing his cheek against your Santa’s foam beard one whenever they were taking a bath together, being a kid at heart you loved messing around. Most of your together baths were filled with goofiness and tender cuddles and kisses—eyes fluttering kisses. He missed bumping his nose against yours whenever you scrunched it up because you didn’t like the way your tea tasted? Or the way your hair tickled her nose. He missed tracing the curves of your rosy cheeks with the back of his hand when you just laid in your backyard on the soft grass stargazing but for harry you were the whole universe. He missed your non-stop blabbering.You were a talker, you loved talking and harry was a sucker for that. He could hear you talking for his whole life. There were times when he’d just stare at you, lost in the beauty of your innocence and the way your lips moved with every word rolling off your lips. He loved when he got lost in you whilst you talked only to be brought back to reality when you’d wave her hand in his face.

“Earth to harry? You hearing me pooh?” you’d say giggling and shaking your head kissing his nose and he swore he felt the earth move beneath him. Harry never saw anything more beautiful than you. Maybe it was the way you always wore cute fuzzy shorts with matching hair ties or the way you  walked on your toes like little babies.You were different from all the other girls he has dated. you was the diamond he was searching for. When he first saw you, he fell in love. The moment you stepped on his feet accidentally and mumbled a small oops was enough for him to fall head to toe for you.

Looking at you was like looking at a dream he never thought he had unless he saw it in front of his eyes. And since then he kept his dream to his heart, so close that it was now completely impossible to separate you from him now.

Though harry loved you to death, he’s being completed ignorant towards you. Just tired. That’s what you thought it is. Maybe the tour tired him out very bad that he needed to see his friends to have some stress released off his shoulder? Or maybe he missed the sunshine of LA that made him fly out to the beautiful place every third day? But again you missed him too. you would’ve helped him to release the stress with his favorite cinnamon chocolate milk she makes. You would’ve helped him to get some sun countryside. It hurt you. You never saw harry this cold with her before. He was colder than ice.

And harry didn’t even budge to invite you with him to meet his friend or to LA. When you asked if you could go along him the previous time he was leaving, he simply replied ‘I’m going for a business meeting. There’s no need of you’ and left.

Of course it sting you bad. After all you  did deserved pampering and loving too. All you did was love him and you did had a right to ask for it back.

But soon harry was home. After a week he came back to London. He seemed much fresh and happy. The bags under his eyes were gone, his skin was radiating more, his bubbly self was back. Or that’s what you thought. He was talking to you the way he did before with lots of cuddles and kisses. You thought everything was okay, you were happy seeing—feeling the same old feeling of love until.

“Harry listennn” You whined turning his face to yours. You both were plopped on the couch with his legs resting on coffee table and yours on his lap watching love actually. You were telling him about the new job placement you were offered in LA with a good jump in your salary but harry was busy in typing on his phone.

“I’m listening” he said nonchalantly. His head tucked down as he typed on his phone. The movie faintly playing back in the background long forgotten. You thought that maybe he was actually listening so you shrugged and continued.

“So yeah there’s this job replacement in LA that I’ve been offered. I was called for the interview and hell I didn’t thought I’d clear it but anyways I went. I took Rachel with me because you know how she can handle me properly” you said with a chuckle busy with your own self and didn’t even look at harry once. You were too excited to share this with him.

“And then. OH MY GOD!!!” You said standing up all of a sudden when you remember you had clothes that you left in the laundry, accidentally tossing Harry’s phone with your legs that he had in his hand was now thrown over the table. It’s screen shattered a bit but it was still on—well for a few seconds it was.  

“What th-“ Harry got up agrily grabbing his phone and slapping it against the palm of his hand hoping for it to work again. The mail that he wrote with so much of hope was gone now. It was very important to him. And now it was gone. It was all gone.

“What ha-“ Harry opened his mouth but only to be cut by her. Trembling hands she held in front telling him to calm down.

“I-i am sorry H. I f-forgot the clothes in the machine. And I just remember so I-i just I. I promise it’ll work again. Here let me. I-I know it can be fixed. I’m so sorry. Show me. I can get it f-fixed b-“ she reached forward to take the phone from Harry’s hand but she shrieked away. His face was red and his breath was uneven.

“Baby I’m sorry but please let me help. I know it’ll be f-“

“HOLY JESUS! SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP! JUST BECAUSE OF YOU ITS GONE! MY FUCKING EMAIL ITS GONE!!!” Harry shouted clearly annoyed with her now. He was controlling himself so bad but now it was enough. His head was pounding and her continuous talks was just adding more to the pain. Her eyes widened, it was the first time Harry talked to her like that. Her eyes watered as she stared at Harry’s face in terror of fear. She didn’t mean to do any of that. Never.

“Harry I-“

“No just shut up please! I’m fucking tired of hearing you talk. I mean how can you talk so much?!!? It’s giving me a headache now! Do you even realise that? No! Because all you know is how to talk and talk! Sometimes try to stay quite for fucks sake! Fucking talker!” And with that he stomped out of the house with heavy feet.

Her stomach dropped.

For a few minutes she was in complete utter shock. She never imagined harry could be like this. He was always a softie with you. Harry always tried to keep his voice soft in front of her. No matter how bad his day was going, he never let it get her.

But today turned out to be ironic day for you. After so many days you finally had some time alone with him and that too your ruined perfectly. You could just blame yourself. Only if you didn’t talked that much then harry would’ve been here, beside you, cuddling to you. But made him go only to be left alone with the coldness of the empty house.

You ran upstairs and hide yourself under the covers. Hot tears were already covering your cheeks. Guilt was eating you alive. Just because of you he lost his email, you turned down a big oppportunity for him. All because of your nonsense blabbering.

Small whimpers left your lips. Soon there was a big damp patch on your pillow from your tears. Your heart was clenching tight against your chest making it hard for you to breath. Your intentions were pure, just for him to know a good news. You cried and cried god knows for how long. Soon your eyes become droopy and you fell in deep slumber of sleep.

Loud thud of the door closing woke you up. Your eyes shot open as soon as the reality hit you back. You got off the bed and down the stairs hoping to make it up to to harry. Padding Down the wooden stairs, you made it to the living room and saw him sprawled over the couch watching tv. You walked to him and crouched down holding his hand.

“Baby I-“ but again he brushed your hand off and went upstairs walking past you. Tears filled your eyes up again when you saw his broken phone lying on the table. It hurt you so much so him like this. So you decided to start up with the dinner, you cooked his favourite meals and set the table up really nice.

You walked up the stairs and opened your bedroom just to find him asleep, his soft snores were filling the silent room. No doubt you were a bit disappointed to see that but you were happy that at least he got some time to rest, especially after what you did.

You walked down the staircase once again and grabbed Harry’s phone along with yours. You messed it up, now you were gonna fix it. You had a friend who worked at a workshop and you knew that he would fix it up. It won’t bring his email back but at least his phone would work. So you drove to the place that held your hopes and wishing two hours he was able fix it up.

It was already past 11 when you reached home and softly closed the door trying not to wake Harry up who was asleep upstairs, but it was too late. As soon as your turn back to walk inside, there he stood with his hand folded around his chest. He didn’t seem happy.

“Where were you?” He asked.

“I uh got your phone fixed.” You said shifting a bit shuffling the stuff in your bag looking for his iPhone 7. Your heart skipped a beat when you couldn’t find it but your hand felt the cold metal of it and you pulled it out. Harry snatched it from your hand as soon as he saw it.

“Why’d you touch it?!? Wasn’t it already eno-“ Harry impractically yelled but stopped when saw it fixed. It’s screen glowed up with a picture of you both laughing like little kids, when he pressed the home button. It brought tears to his eyes. He knew he did wrong. He knew he shouldn’t have said that but his ego was coming in between.

Turning his back to you he ran up the stairs leaving you alone again. It broke you. It broke you so much that you couldn’t even hide it anymore, with soft sobs and blurry eyes you made your way to couch. You did what you could but now what else was there that he wanted? He was overreacting for sure and you sensed it well but his actions were hurting to bad. It was like he kept stabbing you all over again though you apologized.

You closed your heavy eyes and tried to sleep. Though it wasn’t easy for you to get your buzzing mind to sleep. All you could think about was his angry face that showed complete hate and annoyance towards her. She wasn’t able to get that image out of her pretty head. She eventually fell asleep and didn’t wake up until she felt two pairs of lips brushing against the apple of the cheek ever so softly. Her heavy eyelids took time to adjust themselves to the bright light of the sun peeking through the white curtains. Strange lucky it was, London usually never saw sunshine the way it was today.

The very first thing that came into your view were the emerald eyes that you cherished were damp from tears. His eyes were red, nose was pink along with tinted cheeks. You sat up immediately seeing him in such a mess and wiped the fat tears that rolled down his cheek.

“baby” whispered cupping his cheek.

“baby what’s wrong?” you asked him kissing his forehead. Harry just sniffed and hide his face in your neck. You understood what was going inside his head. No matter what, he could never shout at you. But last night he did, he just did and now he was burdened up with the pressure of guilt.

“i-i shouldn’t have petal. I-I am so sorry baby. so sorry” he cried holding onto you for his dear life.His eyes leaving such big tears that within no time your tee was wet with the salty water. You heart was already broken and seeing him like that was just adding to it.

“Harry...baby shhh calm down. Its okay, everything’s okay” You whispered rubbing back of his head. You kept rubbing his back and combing your fingers through his soft hair. You whispered how everything was okay, how you forgot him, you still loved him. Poor baby was afraid that you might leave him after what he did.

After half an hour or so he pulled away and held your hand looking straight into your eyes, his eyes were full of nothing but pain and regret he had. You could see it clearly.

“I love you baby. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me?” Harry asked with hopeful eyes. Though it wasn’t anything big that could make you leave him, he still feared. He didn’t  wanted to ruin the only best thing ever happened to him. It wasn’t hard for you to fall into his arms and forgiving him. You knew he was sorry but the words that left past his lips left a deep impact on you. You closed your eyes and cuddled to his chest trying to erase the memory of the harsh words.

One week later.

A week has passed. You both still were doing good. Laughing, cuddling, kissing, making love and what not. You both felt complete again. Back to the goofy cute couple. Nothing was missing really except your talks, the talks that he adored, the talks that were music to his eyes. He apologized to you every single night after that but it was just very hard for you to forget it.

You started talking less since then You reserved yourself when it came to talking. It wasn’t like you gave him one word answer or ignored his questions, but stopped yourself from talking more where you shouldn’t. Such as you stayed quite the whole movie whilst Harry talked about his tour or when he cooked your favorite meal for dinner, instead of replying to him adding your views and messing with him interrupting him every-time he tried to speak, not talking much about how dearly you loved it when he cooked and how you wanted to kiss his hands-irrespective to the moments. In the night you didn’t blabber to him about your day or about the new papaya face wash that you got.

The whole week you stayed quite. Just stayed quite.

It wasn’t like you wanted to act like that. You just were acting that way. It was the wordings that he chose to throw at you. Fucking talker is what he said. You knew he didn’t mean to say that but he still did. Once it is out, you cannot take it back. And you could sense it how badly it was affecting Harry. Everytime he tried to get you talking the way you used to, you didn’t. All that he wanted was for you to talk. Talk and fill his ears with you giggles. He wanted to see the sparkle in your eyes that shone when you talked with passion. He was missing it.

You sniffed shopping the onions when you felt Harry sneaking his hand from behind and holding you to his chest. You gasped before hitting his chest with your elbow.

“You scared me” You giggled before moving your attention back to chopping onions. Harry leaned closer to you from behind and hide his face in your neck placing soft kisses on the skin scented vanilla. He licked the spots he kissed before mumbling against your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

“Uh you were telling me about something the day you know uh the day we umm”

“Fought?” you asked walking to the left to take a plate.

“It was nothing really baby. Just something stupid.”

“no ! Nothing is stupid! I miss your talks baby. I really miss it. You know I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say all those words that day petal” Harry said walking over to you and grabbing your hand turning you around.

“it’s okay H. Really. I actually need to stay quite you know. Talking unnecessarily is not good.” you said shrugging and moving your gaze down to the floor.

“no no baby. It’s not like that” Harry said cupping your face so that he could have a straight view of your eyes that were now welling up with tears.

“I-I just was stressed about something that day sweeties. You know how much I love it when you talk. There’s a lightening in your eyes that I can’t deny when you are talking. I miss your sweet voice. Please baby..I am not liking this silent  quite  y/n. I want my old talker-chatter baby back. “ harry said. A tear slipped down his cheek that you managed to catch before it could hit the ground. 

“I missed you too. I miss you all the time harry but you keep going to friends and LA. It’s like you don’t even care for me anymore. That day I got you back after so many days all to myself that’s why I got  a bit hyped about telling you this new job i am offered in LA” you sniffled wrapping your arms around his neck that he responded to wrapping his own around your waist pulling you impossibly close to him.

“I am sorry bug, they kept forcing me to tag along them. The reason why I didn’t take you with me was that none of my friends are that good to be introduced to you. They actually aren’t my friends but are Jeff’s. And that day the email I was talking about was for a movie role offered to me”  He sighed.

“oh my god! Im so sorry Harry!!” you gasped pulling away.

“I ruined it!! I ruined such a big oppo-” You were cut of by two pairs of soft lips pressing against yours. Harry bit your lower-lip before licking your lip and entering your mouth. His tongue massaged yours deliciously only to be pulled back by you for some air.

“You talk so much” Harry chuckled and you hit his arm playfully before he scooped you up in his arms and carried upstairs.

“And that is one of the reason why I’m so in love with you”

Masterlist

[neoangelz]

cafe prince | jung jaehyun

college student!reader, barista!jaehyun, fluff, lots of nonsense that I tried to edit and fix pffffffft

overview: jaehyun has been nicknamed the cafe prince by the locals because of his handsome looks and charming personality. what they don’t know is that he’s really just a dork with stupid pickup lines that somehow manage to woo you.

word count: 2k+

The cafe seemed busier than usual. Students at this place wasn’t a surprise; they came here to study, gossip after school, grab a sweet treat, take pictures for social media to look cool, etc. Today, however, an unruly amount of teenage girls were packed inside the small building, giggling and trying to sneakily take pictures of someone working behind the counter. You peeked over the large line to see who attracted such a large crowd.

Suddenly you understood.

Behind the counter, carefully adding whipped cream and chocolate to a girl’s frappuccino, was a very good looking barista. Wisps of brown hair fanned in front of his lashes. He finished making the drink and handed it to the girl, flashing her a bright smile. You could feel the entire line of girls, and yourself, swoon. Then you shook your head, embarrassed at being seen acting like a fool. You’re a university student, not a blushing teen in love.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, it was finally your turn to order. The handsome barista returned to the cash register and rested his hands on the counter. He gave you a warm smile. “What can I get you?”

At that moment, you realized you didn’t even think about what you wanted, so to avoid embarrassing yourself further you said the quickest thing that came to mind. “The 127 latte.” You weren’t too fond of the 127 latte, but you panicked. There’s no turning back now.

“Hey that’s my favorite drink, good choice.” The barista winked at you. You fought the bubbly feeling that was making you a bit spacey and handed the money to him. As he was getting your change, you glanced at his name tag.

Jaehyun huh?

You noticed he was wearing an IU sweater under his apron. “Hey, I like IU. Her latest song with G-Dragon is good,” you said casually. Jaehyun looked up at you in surprise.

“How did you?-”

You pointed at his shirt and he looked down for a moment before he started giggling. A shy blush was evident on his cheeks. “Ah, I didn’t realize what shirt I had put on this morning. Yeah I’m kind of a big fan. I went to one of her fan signs and she autographed my album.”

“Did you get flustered?” Jaehyun snorted and got to work on finishing your latte, shy smirk on his face. You noticed deep dimples appearing.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Jaehyun chuckled, sticking his tongue out at you. He handed you your latte and a napkin. You thanked him and went to find a place to sit. Some of the girls around you, mentioned you a few times in their conversation and you wondered what exactly they were saying about you. Sitting down at one of the booths in the back of the cafe, ready to study for your first exam, you noticed that Jaehyun scribbled something on your napkin.

Are you from France? Because madamn

You almost choked on your spit. You bit down hard on your lower lip so that you wouldn’t burst out laughing. What kind of lame pick up line- and to steal it from th internet no doubt. You couldn’t fight back the smile that stretched itself across your face as you took a sip of your latte.

For some reason, it tasted better than you remembered.

Months had passed since that day, and Jaehyun had earned himself a nickname from the locals. They referred to him as the Cafe Prince for his good looks and charming personality. Sure that was true, but you personally knew that he was also a giant dork with poor pick up lines that somehow managed to woo you.

Every time you came into the cafe, he greeted you with a wink. “What will it be today milady?” Which had you rolling your eyes, but smiling nonetheless. You knew each other’s names by now, and had this weird relationship going on. You started ordering the 127 late more frequently, mostly because it was a drink that took a while to make, which gave you time to converse with him. Within the time span of two to three minutes, you two talked about music, what you did outside of the cafe, where you go to school, etc. Of course only if there wasn’t a long line waiting behind you, then you only got a few words.

Today, however, you wanted something different.

“The Cherry Bomb tea sounds good to me.”

“Hey, that’s my favorite drink!” Jae laughed.

“Really? Because I thought the 127 latte was?” You raised your brow.

Jaehyun motioned for you to come closer. You leaned forward, and it was when you could feel his breath on your ear your realized exactly how close you were to him. Your heart sped up and mentally you told yourself to calm down.

“See, I’m not exactly a coffee person. I prefer tea,” he confessed. You pulled away with a dramatic gasp, covering your mouth to be even more so. Jaehyun laughed.

“You heathen!” You joked. You both laughed it off before he yelled your order over to his coworker, Taeyong, whom you had also became quite acquainted with. He then turned back to you.

“So how did your exams go? From what you told me last week, they sounded brutal,” he inquired. You groaned and started going on and on about how your professor kept adding unnecessary info in your study guides, causing extra stress. When you spoke, Jaehyun always paid close attention, his focus entirely on you when he wasn’t making a drink.

You heaved a sigh. “I think I did okay, but it was a stressful experience.”

Jaehyun patted your shoulder in sympathy. Today he was wearing a fitted black long sleeve shirt and jeans. A pair of rounded glasses rested perfectly on his nose. He always looked so incredibly good, it wasn’t fair. You couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed when he worked, the tight material of his shirt only allowing you to see them even more. He could make even the slightest gestures look unbelievably hot, and the already attractive gestures become knockouts. For example: when he wears dress shirts and rolls the sleeves up.

The whole plan of you not becoming attracted and falling in love wasn’t working so well.

“I hate when professors do that, luckily I haven’t had anyone like that this semester,” Jaehyun said, adding a tiny bit of sakura syrup to your drink. He finished his work and handed you your drink. He leaned forward again and motioned towards Taeyong. “Hey look, this drink almost matches perfectly with Teayong over there.”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your incoming laugh knowing very well that if Taeyong heard you, both you and Jae would get a slap upside the head. Taeyong had earned a nickname from the locals as Sakura Teayong because of his bright pink hair.

Taeyong placed his metal pitcher of steamed milk down and turned towards you two. “Are you guys making fun of me?” He leaned on his elbow and raised an eyebrow.

Both you and Jaehyun gulped and returned to your previous position and giggled.

You cleared your throat. “Aside from pinky over there, have you seen the others recently?”

There were also times where some of Jaehyun’s friends would come into the cafe and whole place always got ten times louder whenever they were around. It disrupted your study sessions. One time, you watched as a really tall boy ruffled Jaehyun’s hair while speaking in a cooing voice, causing Jae to laugh so hard he almost knocked over a pot of coffee. Then Taeyong came over and told them to quiet down or leave. For someone who appears as soft and gentle as he does, he sure wasnt someone to mess with.

“Nah I haven’t. But I overheard some girls talking about some really weird coffee that we don’t sell. What did they say? Lulu coffee?” His nose scrunched up as he tried to remember. He looked like a cute, confused puppy.

“Foofoo coffee?” You asked.

Jaehyun looked at you, even more confused. “Foofoo coffee?”

“Yeah, it’s what people call coffee with lots of syrups, sugar and whipped cream,” you explained. Jaehyun nodded before a dumb smile appeared on his face.

“Heh. Foofoo coffee.” Then he burst into a fit of giggles. He turned towards Taeyong. “Hey Ty?”

Taeyong turned around again. “What?”

Jaehyun could barely get the words out without snickering. “Foofoo.” Then he threw his head back and laughed so hard he had to brace himself on the counter as he slowly sunk down to the floor.

Taeyong sighed before pushing Jaehyun to the back. “This is why people don’t come here often, you’re too obnoxious and disrupt the peace I try so hard to preserve” he muttered under his breath. Jaehyun was still laughing in the background.

It had been almost eight months since you first met Jaehyun. Summer came and left, and now you were starting a new semester at college. Fall colors were everywhere and you were so happy to start wearing sweaters and sweatpants again. You and Jae had become so close, people at the cafe were wondering if you two were dating. You laughed at the thought.

“You’re the first person today to not ask for a pumpkin spice latte, it’s kind of refreshing,” Jaehyun sighed as he handed you your caramel iced latte, also known as the Yestoday Latte. You laughed and paid Jaehyun for the drink and went to your usual spot in the back. This time, you were upset to see that he hadn’t included a napkin with a terrible pick up line. You sighed, you were really looking forward to it, as much as you hated to admit it.

You can’t date the cute barista Y/N, you never engage in activity outside of the cafe. Just stop thinking about it.

As much as you tried to push down your silly feelings, they just resurfaced, growing each time. You couldn’t even focus on your homework because your thoughts kept distracting you. You let out a groan of frustration, slammed your textbook shut and gathered your things. Jaehyun watched as you leaved the cafe in a storm.

“Hey! Y/N, are you alright?” He called out.

He got no response as you hastily left the cafe and made your way home. Upon reaching home, you stormed up the stairs and into your room. You flopped onto your bed and let out the loudest and longest groan possible. You can’t keep hanging around the cafe, Jaehyun was too big of a distraction.

Since then, you ordered your drinks to go and left as soon as they were finished. Jaehyun was sad that you didn’t stick around, your presence always put him in a better mood. At first he wondered if you stopped hanging around because he forgot to write a pickup line for you on a napkin. It wasn’t that he forgot, he just couldn’t think of anything at the moment. Did you suddenly lose interest in him?

Days turned into weeks, which turned into a month. He only saw you when you ordered a drink and then left.

You thought that your life would get easier by not hanging around much, but you were wrong. You missed Jaehyun and his silly pick up lines. You missed watching him work from afar and engaging with his friends. You missed watching him getting smacked by Taeyong whenever Jae made fun of him, you missed his deep dimples and catching him looking at you or vice versa. You missed your conversations over your common interests and your lives at university.

Congratulations Y/N. You really like this dork.

You couldn’t deny that fact anymore. Looking over at your calendar, you decided to go to the cafe on Saturday. You had to talk with him.

Saturday morning, you woke up earlier than you wanted. Your body seemed to be anxious. You took a shower and put on a casual yet nice looking outfit of jeans and a sweater. Standing in front of your bathroom mirror, you desperately tried to hype yourself up and at the same time tried to calm your nerves.

You can do this, just casually invite him to go see that new movie you both were talking about. Not that hard.

If only it were that easy. The moment you stepped into the cafe, you were shocked to see that Jaehyun wasn’t there at the cash register. Taeyong was there instead. Did his work schedule change? You walked up, trying to not to look surprised or upset. However Taeyong could read you like an open book and gave a soft laugh when you walked up to the cash register.

“Jae isn’t here today, it’s his day off.”

You nodded and all hope flew out the window. I guess you would have to do it another time. You thought about going back home, but you didn’t want Taeyong getting suspicious, even though you’re sure he’s been onto you since day one. “What makes you think I’m here to see him? I just want a 127 latte please,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Taeyong snorted. “Right away your highness,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and waited for your drink. Taeyong made it faster than Jaehyun did. You unzipped your purse and got out your wallet to pay, but Taeyong stopped you. “It’s already taken care off,” he said, giving you a smile. Your eyes widened but you didn’t say anything. You were about to leave the cafe when Taeyong called out. “Hey what are you doing? You can’t leave with that cup!”

You looked down and realized he made your drink in one of the cafe cups, meaning you had to stay inside to drink it. To be fair, you never said to make it to go. Giving him a suspicious look, he just shrugged before winking at you. Before you could say something back, two costumers walked in. You went and sat at your usual spot in the back. The table had a bunch of napkins on it, the previous customers must’ve grabbed more than they needed. You reached for one and just stared at it, before you reached into your purse and pulled out a pen.

The napkins made you think of Jaehyun and his pick up lines.

Jaehyun.

Your hand moved before you even processed what you were doing. Two minutes later, the napkin was covered in doodles and Jaehyun’s name written in different ways. Soon you had gone through five napkins, each covered in doodles and Jaehyun’s name. You were busy working on the sixth one, forgetting all about your latte.

“Wow, you write my name nicer than I do.”

You shot up in surprise, the pen flying out of your hands. Jaehyun was leaning on the table, a mischievous smile on his face. Your heart did triple flips. “H-how long were you standing there?” You stuttered before words started to form properly. You made a move to scrunch up all the napkins you doodled on before he could see any more, cheeks flushed.

“Not long. Can I sit?” Jaehyun pointed to the spot across from you. You nodded and he slid in.

“So, I haven’t seen a whole lot of you. What’s up?”

This is it. This is your chance, right here, right now. “I’ve been kinda busy, I really want to do well in my classes. I’ve been studying more at home because I felt kind of distracted here.”

Jaehyun nodded. “I see. What was so distracting?”

You gulped. Was he on to you? Did he figure it out? Were you that obvious about your crush on him? Jaehyun was staring at you, his lips twitching into a smile. Jerk, he was totally doing this on purpose. You justed want to crawl into a hole and hide.

“Hey,” he said softly. You looked at him and tried to stay focused, but it was really hard to do that when he was looking at you so endearingly. This was so unfair.

“Hmm? Anyways, I uh was wondering if you’d like to- well it’s because we talked about it and you seemed really interested in it so I kinda figured-”

“Y/N?”

You stopped babbling. Jaehyun had leaned in super close to you, resting his chin on his hand. “Yes?” You held in your breath.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

Was it your heart that exploded? You felt like you could rocket out of the building in excitement and yet your body relaxed, your nerves calmed down and you felt yourself melting under his gaze. You exhaled and rubbed your temples, cheeks flushed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Jaehyun’s dimples never looked deeper as he gave you a big smile. The two of you sat there, just looking at each other until Jaehyun gently took hold of your hand and softly rubbed the back of it with his thumb. Your heart flip flopped at the gesture. You were so tempted to close the gap between the both of you, his lips looked so soft and inviting.

Jaehyun seemed to know what you were thinking, because he started to slowly move in. Then a hand shot between your faces and you both jumped away in shock.

“Ew, not in public please. I have a pda-free, friendly atmosphere to preserve,” Taeyong huffed.

You laughed but Jaehyun was glaring at Taeyong. You poked his cheek to get his attention. “Weren’t you going to take me out anyways, Cafe Prince?” You teased. Jaehyun grinned and took hold of your hand.

“Of course.”

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction To You Crying Out in Pain

As requested. :)

Minseok:

You had been laying down in bed. When you went to get up, you felt a stabbing pain shoot from your ankle to your knee. You let out a little yelp which sent Minseok running to you to find out what happened. His worried expression went away when you told him it was nothing. He still stuck around to make sure you were alright though.

Luhan:

You moved your shoulder the wrong way which led to a pain going through your arm and back. You let out a small sound of distress, mostly from the initial pain. As you kept moving it, it continued to hurt, but not as bad. Lu looked over in confusion and you explained what happened. He offered to massage your shoulder to see if it would help.

Kris/Yifan:

You had been out running with Kris. While trying to keep up with him, you didn’t pay attention to your foot placement and ended up twisting your ankle. It wasn’t that major but you still cried out when it happened. He immediately ran back to you. “What is it babe?! Are you okay?” He helped you move off the trail to sit on the ground and examine your ankle. It wasn’t swollen but it was a little red. “I’m going to have to keep a better eye on you.” You both giggled as he propped you on his back to return home.

Junmyeon:

You accidentally wacked your elbow on the doorway when carrying the laundry basket out. You let out an angered “Urgh!” but continued to carry the basket. Junmyeon’s head popped out around the corner. “Everything alright Jagiya?” You nodded and placed the basket down. “Hit my elbow, it is alright.” He came over and took the shirt you were folding out of your hands. “I’ll do it, you just keep me company.”

Yixing:

This little sheep instantly came to comfort you when he heard you cry out after stubbing your toe. You laughed at how big of a baby you were being. Sitting down and cradling your foot. Yixing bent down, pick you up, and carried you to the couch bridal style. “Now baobei, this is why we watch where we are walking.”

Baekhyun:

You got some cramps from your period and for some reason they were particularly awful today. As you let out an exaggerated sigh Baek looked over at you. “Something bothering you Jagi?” You pouted and scooted over to lay on his lap. “Cramping. Pain. Ugh.” He pouted in return and started rubbing your belly. “I’ll take care of it, just relax.”

Jongdae:

When you cried out due to the face that you cut your finger while cooking Dae rushed over. He immediately wrapped your finger in a towel and told you to sit down. It wasn't deep, just a long slice. "Do you feel okay?" He held your head in between his hands and kissed your brow. "I'll be okay, I just need to stop the bleeding." He huffed as he started to put pressure on it. "Maybe cooking with knives is a no go until you can be trusted." You giggled and kissed his cheek.

Chanyeol:

You had managed to drop something on your foot. Just like your giant boyfriend, you were a little too clumsy for your own good. When you yelled “Ow ow ow ow ow!!!” it didn’t take too long for Yeol to bust into the room. “Y/N!?” You were holding your foot, examining the already forming bruise. He rushed over and took your foot in his hands, pulling it closer to him as you comically got pulled with it. “Oh my!!! It must hurt.” He then pulled you into his arms tightly. “Yeollie, I’m fine really,” but you did enjoy the babying.

Kyungsoo:

You were in the shower as Kyungsoo heard a loud scream and then a crash and then another “ouch!” He was in the middle of cooking but rushed over to see what had happened. First he knocked on the door, but then he walked in when you didn’t respond. He found you wrapped up in a towel holding your arm. He gave a concerned look as he came over and looked at your arm, then back up at you. “There was a spider.... and it startled me, so I fell and wacked my arm. A grin formed on his face. “This is not funny, it really hurts.” He gave your arm a soft kiss, “I’m sorry, it is kind of funny though.”

Tao:

You had let out a startling cry when you rammed your shin into the coffee table. Tao, who was getting ready in the bedroom, walked out with a shocked expression. “Tell me you are not bleeding!” You bent over and rubbed your leg, “no, just in pain.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around you, “Here, I’ll make you feel better.” You looked up with a pout and he kissed your forehead.

Jongin:

Exercising with Jongin meant that you would be going pretty hard. As the cramps set in, you exclaimed in pain as you pushed forward with the current exercise. He interrupted your task to make sure everything was fine. “Jagi, we can stop for the day. You have worked hard enough.” You gave him a reassuring smirk, trying not to cringe from the soreness that had set in. “No pain no gain right.” He gave a small smile and let you continue for a little longer until he suggested it was time to leave for the day.

Sehun:

You had gone with Sehun to get some bubble tea. You opted for a hot chia tea instead this time. After waiting a bit, you thought that the tea would be cooled down, especially since you asked them to add an ice cube. You were wrong on that assumption. Sehun had been looking at his phone checking his schedule when you exclaimed in pain. He immediately looked up in concern. “I just burnt my tongue.” He frowned and leaned across the table to cup your face. “Let me see.” You stuck your tongue out and he let go. “You’ll live.” You copied him in a mocking tone. He couldn’t help but laugh and give you a small kiss.

I tried a new format, I think I like it better.

Masterlist

[demialwrites]

Animal Drabbles - Lucio

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"Ho, ho! Y/n, is that you?"

"It must be! I've never seen a frog like that around here before," Hana said.

Having their faces up so close was a overwhelming and a little scary. Their eyes looked so shiny and bright reflecting the sunlight. But they were smiling, so you gladly held it together. You had snuck into Lucio's shirt pocket before he left for the day. When Lucio and Hana stopped to have cold drinks at a Numbani cafe, you decided this was a good time to pop out.

"Awww, y/n is a frog...just for you! Maybe they have a crush on you, Lucy!"

Lucio shoved Hana's shoulder in response, but he didn't stop grinning. You stuck your tongue out, and it stopped just an inch shy of her nose. She yelped something in Korean in a disgusted tone and leaned back in her chair.

"Ha!" Lucio exclaimed triumphantly, also leaning back.

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know."

You stared back at them from the table.You didn't really have a plan, either. You thought as far ahead as surprising Lucio, and that was it. You blinked your eyes, and they receded slightly into your head. Wow, that felt really strange.

"Hey, Hana?"

"Yeah?"

"How long can frogs go without being in water? Isn't y/n shrivelling up in the Sun out here?"

"I don't think they would have been a frog on this day if they thought they would die."

"That was morbid, Hana."

There was a pause in the conversation as Lucio sipped his pink bubble tea and likewise, Hana sipped her blended iced coffee. Lucio glanced at the glass of ice water between them, and then he glanced at you. He put his drink down.

"Mmmmm, what if...what if I..."

Cold water shocked your body. It was so cold, that it hurt. You jumped forward on the table, trying in vain to escape the discomfort.

"Oh, shit," Lucio said, sounding apologetic. His eyebrows scrunched together in sympathy.

"Yeah, I don't think you know what you're doing."

You started to doubt that a frog was the best choice for this situation. All you can do is sit here roasting in the Sun, blinking weirdly, waiting until a stranger saw you on the table and freaked out. If that went on long enough, you might end up being put in the water glass for your own 'safety.' You would really rather avoid that fate, so you hopped off the side of the table, shifting to a dog. A small black, white, and brown one with a big, derpy ears and a stubby tail. So much for being a frog for Lucio today. Hana, however, was ecstatic. She got out of her chair and bent down to tentatively pat your head. She knew you weren't really a dog, but she couldn't help trying to touch you like one.

"Oh, wow! Y/n! How did you get so cute?"

You would have wagged your tail at her, except you didn't have one. Instead, you waggled your whole back end, pressing your ears to the back of your head. She squealed, and you bounced up, resting your front paws on her thighs. Your nub of a tail wiggled. Lucio laughed.

"That's much better. C'mon Hana, let's get going and finally see this city."

You slipped back down onto all fours and waited, alert, with ears forward for them both to get going.

"No, I'll stay here. I need more coffee. I was up too late again."

"You need to know when to quit, Hana."

She waved him away. You gave her knee a quick lick as a goodbye and then turned to follow Lucio. You heard Hana make another disgusted sound behind you again.

"C'mon, y/n!"

He spoke to you as if you were a real dog, one that could get excited by a few equally exciting words from a human friend. The way Lucio smiled at you, you might as well have been. He started walking quickly down the street as if he had a destination in mind. You bounded after him to catch up. Seems that even without his rollerblades, Lucio had to get everywhere fast.

"Let's see what this city has to offer besides being shiny!"

His trademark dreads flopped back and forth as he looked around. You trotted next to him obediently, tongue lolling out of the side of your mouth (it was still hot). You assumed he would stop if something caught his eye. Passersby stared at you, possibly because you were off-leash.

Rainbows within rainbows of smells hit your nose and blew past. You wouldn't have been able to identify them all, even if you had been taking your time. A particularly strong smell tickled your nose and you sneezed, causing your ears to flop a little.

"Oh, man! Look at this!"

Lucio had stopped in front of a small shop. It was cute, with dainty swirls painted on the windows. The swirls looked strange, because they were outside your colour vision. Maybe it was pink? You weren't sure. Painted on the window in black was a list of names of pastries, flavours of muffins, cookies, and cakes. This must have been the smell from a second ago! The smells of baking!

"Ohhhhh," Lucio said, sounding disappointed.

You followed his gaze, and you saw a sign reading, "Service Animals Only". Your head and ears drooped. Lucio glanced at you and then back at the bakery.

"Hey, hey, y/n. I have an idea," he crouched down next to you and pointed to his pocket, "Hop on up in here, if you know what I mean," he winked, "I'll carry you in there no problem."

It took you a second, but then you understood. You shifted back to frog and managed to make it into his pocket again. You burrowed down into the fabric. It was a little scary, but you trusted your friend. You felt him get up, perhaps a little fast. You pressed your legs outwards into the pocket, for all the good it might do. You were jostled softly up and down as he walked into the bakery.

Sounds of customer conversation, utensils hitting metal mixing bowls, and baking trays being placed on counters hit your frog ears, slightly muffled by the pocket fabric. The jostling stopped, and you assumed Lucio had found the front counter. He started to speak the people behind it.

"That one."

"Yeah, can I get a second one, please?"

Lucio was such a nice guy. You're glad you took the risk of hiding in his pocket today.

"Thanks. Here you go."

The jostling started up again as Lucio started walking again. Eventually, he stopped.

"Y/n."

He pulled the lip of the pocket open and eyed you. You crawled up to the entrance, blinking your large, round eyes. He waved two baggies in front of you and grinned.

"I got one for you, too!"

The dog I described.