#my gf and i have been chuckling about this post for like 2 months. pretty good

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Private -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: eluding to sex happening.

summary: you and Harry have a private but not secret relationship, then on his birthday you do something that makes the fans go crazy.

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y/username: my week🩵 ps. thank you for an incredible night @taliamar🎤⭐️

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taliamar: thanks for coming babe❤️

faithloisak: STUNNING

y/nfanpage21: harry in the 2nd and 4th pic!🥹🥹

user31479682: you know she's w2s's gf when she plays mario cart

user71542520: who’s jumper is that in the last pic?😉

Three years ago Harry followed me on instagram. He liked a few of my posts, I followed him back, he messaged me, we exchanged numbers, continued to text, then he eventually asked me on a date. 2 months later I was officially his girlfriend. We keep our relationship pretty private but everyone knows we're together. Sometimes I post something and his hands in the shot or I'm wearing one of his jumpers, the fans go crazy. If he's on a side cast and they're talking about their weeks he always refers to me as his girlfriend: "my girlfriend got me this." "my girlfriend said that,"

Today it's Harry's birthday. I organised a meal out with all of our friends for later and last night, after he went to sleep I decorated the apartment with balloons, laid his presents out on the table (which I also decorated) and placed his cake at the back of the fridge. Once I was finished I crawled back into bed.

"Morning." I heard Harry croak from beside me. I turned excitedly towards him. "Morning, birthday boy!" He groaned "how long have you been awake?" I huffed out a laugh "like an hour, or something." Harry chuckled. "I love you so much." He said with his eyes locked on mine. "I love you too. Now come on, I wanna show you what I got you!" I said jumping out of the bed and attempting to pull Harry out with me.

We don't usually go crazy with presents since most things we would just buy anyway. So I decided to book us a 10 day holiday to the Maldives, making sure to organise it with the boys so he had time off. Along with some new golf stuff, a childish hoodie, new balance and a custom dartboard for his office. He seemed very pleased with his presents and was so excited to spend over a week on a hot island with me.

We had some breakfast/lunch and FaceTimed Harry's family before we needed to get ready for dinner. We had a shower then I dried and straightened my hair, put on some makeup and got dressed into a pair of blue jeans, a cute white top and some matching white heels, along with my Dior bag. Harry was dressed and ready hours before I was so sat on the couch until I was finished. I quickly sprayed myself with my favourite perfume, applied some lipgloss then left the bedroom. "I'm ready!" I said with a twirl. Harry laughed "you look amazing." I smiled "and you look handsome." I said with a smile. He blushed. On our way out I quickly grabbed the white box (containing the cake) out of the fridge.

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y/username: making him take pics of me on his birthday🫣

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faithlouisak: Omg get in my bed

-> y/username: will do😉

mollymae: 😍❤️

y/nfanpage21: THE CAPTION AHHHH

user29473168: loveee this fit!!!

After I made Harry take pictures of me outside our apartment, we got an uber to the restaurant. We were obviously the first ones there and were quickly taken to a long table that had silver balloons on strings floating in the middle (as per my request). Everyone soon began arriving. First was JJ, then Ethan and Faith, followed by Freezy, Callux, Vik, Simon and Talia, Tobi, Josh and Freya and lastly Theo. Once everyone was seated we ordered our food and began chatting.

y/username just posted a new story!

Since we've been together nether me nor Harry have ever posted each other's face. But I'd took a cute picture of him at dinner so just decided to post it to my story, not before asking Harry if it was alright of course. The fans immediately started going crazy, twitter, insta, TikTok, they were all full of people talking about it. Me and Harry lay comfortably in our bed, laughing while scrolling through twitter and reading the comments of a repost of my story.

"Thank you for today." Harry whispered. I turned my head towards him "you're so welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it." I replied. "You know what would make this birthday even better?" He said with a raised brow. I chuckled "alright then. If that's what it takes." I shrugged my shoulders at the end. Harry smirked, then grabbed my thigh and brought it over him so I was sat on his lap. "This seriously is the best birthday ever."

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Hiii<3 First, I wanna say that I REALLY LOVE your writing omg😭😭😭💘💘💘 and also, Can I request Yuzuha with a Sukeban (You know? Like, fem delinquents) s/o pretty please?🥺 (Sorry for my weird english😭)

Troublemaker

Yuzuha x Fem!Delinquent Reader

Contains: Fluff, fluff, more fluff, my love for Yuzuha shining through this post

Notes:First off, sorry for taking so long to post something! Inspiration comes and goes so fast for me, and when it goes it's really hard for me to write. But, when I got this request my heart went "LETS GO HOE" and here we are!

Anyways, thank you for requesting this! And I'm so happy you like my writing 🥺 I've been so iffy of my works. And your english is fine! Don't worry at all love, enjoy!

(Ngl I forgot if she was in a gang herself but-)

We all know that Yuzuha knows a lot about delinquents, considering she has two brothers who are both delinquents themselves

So usually she wasn't surprised or scared seeing them around

But one day she saw you, sitting on a park bench in some uniform, face beaten and blood running down your face

Upon closer expection, she saw the logo of a gang on your top, and it made her eyes widen just a bit

She's never seen a female delinquent before, so you were a sight to see

Noticing her form, you tilted your head and smiled at her, even though you felt terrible

"Am I that good looking?"

She learned that you were a somewhat well known delinquent from your gang and some members from anothet gang attacked you

IMMEDIATELY friends. I don't make the rules ♡

And your relationship grew from there

You guys clicked instantly, although Yuzuha was hesitant at first because at the time she was still enduring her eldests brothers abuse

Once you found out about that though, you were so insistant on getting your gang to beat the shit outta him, but she declined many times

You? Protective gf but not gf mode ON

You'd fight anyone to protect her, over the months you knew her, you found yourself becoming happier with the thought of seeing and being around her

Eventually, after the whole Christmas fiasco and you dotting over her and her brother, you eventually came to terms that you liked Yuzuha

Nah cause Hakkai saw it from miles away 💀 and when he told Mitsuya about it he laughed

They bet on who'd confess first

You were the one who ended up confessing, and it was on accident

Knocking on the familiar door of Yuzuhas and Hakkais home, you leaned against the wall and groaned. Your head was spinning, you barely remembered your way here.

The door opened, revealing none other than Yuzuha herself. She took one look at your battered state before ushering you inside, her light scolding falling on deaf ears.

As she pulled you along to her room, you simply stared at the back of her head with a smile. 'Pretty hair...'

You were sat down on her bed, and she quickly grabbed her first aid kit and went to work.

"Honestly, you scare me half to death with the amount of times you've showed up here looking like hell." Yuzuha huffed while dabbing rubbing alcohol onto your cheek.

You only hummed, closing your eyes with a grin.

"I'm just glad you're okay." You mumbled, temporarily shocking the other girl. She shook her head, thinking it was just the adrenaline and going back to patching you up.

"Those fuckers deserved it anyways...talk shit, get hit. They shouldn't of had your name in their mouths." Yuzuha slowed her movements, eyes meeting your lidded ones. You fought someone over her?

Giggling like a school girl, you leaned into her hand and sighed. At this point Yuzuhas face was burning red, your actions throwing her off.

Eventually you were all patched up, now borrowing a pair of Yuzuhas clothes. You wandered off into the kitchen where said girl stood, a cup of water in her hand. She held it out to you and you gladly accepted it, gulping it down and setting it aside.

Staring at Yuzuhas form, you noticed her avoiding your eyes.

Pushing off the counter, you stalked over to her form and hugged her, leaning your head against her shoulder. This wasn't new for either of you, with you being the more affectionate one. But it always made the girl blush.

"Thanks for always taking care of me Zuha. I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes with y'know, the fights and all. I'll treat you to something tomorrow, whatever you want." You couldn't see her face but Yuzuha felt like she was gonna burst.

On cloud nine? Yes, but also ready to have a heart attack.

Yuzuha chuckled, "is that a date?" She asked as a joke to ease her embarrassment.

You stepped back to face her, feeling your own cheeks warm up.

"Well I am madly in love with you so, if you want it to be."

Please that was so bad

Anyways, after y'all get together, your relationship is still pretty much the same but you're a lot more affectionate

Yuzuha goes mother mode whenever you get injured

You bring her along to your gang meetings occasionally, and everyone respects her (and if they didn't you'd stomp their face in)

She sees you fighting and 😳 miss take a picture it'll last longer

You offered her to join you and your gang but she declined, which you understood

Anyone messes with her? We all know Yuzuha can handle herself but you'll already be 2 steps ahead of her ready to handle it

LATE 👏 NIGHT 👏 DATES

Since school and the gang usually takes up a big portion of your time, you usually aren't available much during the day

When you are though, you're obviously by her side

But when you don't have any time until the later hours of the night, you end up running to some 24 hour convenient store and grabbing all y'alls favorite snacks before heading to her and Hakkais place

Your dates usually consist of either self care nights and pampering, or watching movies under a blanket fort and cuddling with all the snacks you brought

Your hands are calloused from all the fighting you've done, but Yuzuha loves playing with them while laying with you, or just doing it absentmindedly

It gives you butterflies don't ask

Teasing her all the time

It's basically ritual for you to do

So worth it when you see her flustered face and reactions

Everyone in your gang knows y'all are a thing and they think y'all are adorable

Hakkai approves 👍

If something happens to you during your fights and you end up hospitalized, she's by your side the entire time there

She's worried sick and once you're getting better she's relieved but scolds you for being so reckless

Bans you from any gang fights until you're 100% better

Still a win for you since you get to relax with her

Y'all are so in love with each other

BEST RELATIONSHIP

You wish that was you huh? So do I 😭

MAN I'd give up everything to be with her

Also sorry if this went off the rails of what it was originally supposed to be but I couldn't stop myself </3

[fmdjoosungarchive]

【✧】━ ♥ s e r i a l     m o n o g a m i s t     e r a    a e s t h e t i c ♥ ━【✧】

with sung’s wh*re era ending last month, this aesthetic/post is to document his next era aka dating women very seriously and hopping right into another relationship after one ends. explaining sung’s very complex relationship with thinking he’s still straight is not a boulder i have the energy to move today, so we’ll sidestep that lol playing things by ear atm but im pretty sure this era will last at least apr-jul, maybe longer

word count: 420

tldr; sung’s mom sets him up with his gfs

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“when are you going to let me set you on that date with aeri?”

sung scrubbed a hand over his forehead and into his hair. “i’m really busy, mom. we’ve just started promoting again and all.”

“you’re always going to be busy. but you found time before between promotions, so why not now?”

his ceiling was quite plain. was that common? suddenly, his memory wiped, unable to recall any ceilings he’d ever seen aside from the one right in front of his face.

--she wasn’t wrong. he’d been avoiding her offers since they came back into the playing field last november, but he was running out of reasons to not agree. at a certain point, even sung didn’t know why he was resisting anymore, especially after having already disappointed her so greatly by telling her he wasn’t dating yujin back around the new year. part of him felt like he owed her some level of happiness after that fiasco.

on top of that, he wasn’t happy about where he was at in his love life. it’d taken a while for him to be able to admit it to himself, but he hadn’t ever truly been craving lust. it was always a relationship he hoped for at the end of a night where a door shut in his face once again. dejected, rejected, and feeling unloved, none of that was his style. while no strings attached relationships may serve his career, they wouldn’t serve his heart. who was to say getting back into the blind date game wouldn’t? his mother knew him better than almost anyone, and she’d set him up with absolutely lovely women in the past. his relationships with them had a beauty to them, and even in their worst moments, still pleased his parents. the best dates to him were when they were able to meet up with his family and spend a night together playing with his nephew and niece, playing card games, eating his mother’s delicious food and sharing recipes. he ached to have that back in his life.

so why did he struggle to say yes?

“joosung?”

he blinked. “-yeah, i’m here, sorry.”

“i thought you might have fallen asleep there,” she ended with a chuckle.

sung matched her laugh, “no, though that sounds nice.” he closed his eyes, draped a forearm over them, and swallowed, “but, um, yeah, let’s do it. set up a date with aeri. i’ll send over my schedule, so if you can just work around that, i’ll make it happen.”

【✧】━━ ♥ m o n o g a m i s t     d r e a m     p l a y l i s t ♥ ━━【✧】

i’m not doing a hc on this era overall since it’s only starting, but i do want to have some kind of documentation of the Vibes of this era overall, because that’s smth i can speak to now and don’t want to forget. going into these relationships, he’s all about the ideal. the loyal, dedicated boyfriend who gives thoughtful gifts, listens rather than just hears, takes her on picturesque dates. he’s basically recreating relationships he’s seen in dramas that he likes and trying to make them reality. it’s a method built for the short term in the puppy love stage, but couldn’t last in a long term relationship (even if he Was someone attracted to women)

1. begin again by taylor swift 2. three things i want to give you by crucial star ft sojin 3. paradise by dindin ft stella jang 4. nerdy love by ph1 ft baek yerin 5. u by primary ft rm & kwon jinah 6. you and me by nucksal ft gummy 7. savior by shinee

sung vs blind date era

word count: 547

tldr; explanation of how some of his blind dates that didn’t get very far went. stretches across april while he’s still promoting

so first is the previously mentioned aeri

she was sweet, demure, the picture of a perfect conservative church girl. immediately sung was able to see why his mum wanted to set them up. he found her charming and enjoyable to speak with

But, she was born in 2002, which sung didnt learn until that date

and despite joking sung’s a cradle robber bc he dated 98 back when he was 94, 95 > 02 is too big of a difference for it not to just feel like a younger sister he’s speaking to

though she had the aura of being wise due to her conservativeness, it became clear in their conversation she had a 20yos sheltered mindset. at the end of the date, sung wanted to keep in contact, but more because he wanted to take care of her rather than continue to date

the others im not naming bc it takes too much work

the second was a chemistry problem on sung’s side

in the first seconds of meeting, sung pegged her as a trendy cool girl type, and while that stuck, it also became clear early on in the conversation that she was also the product of old money, and it showed

while it started with subtle mentions of a life sung didn’t quite understand, he made, as he’d put it, the mistake of poking the dragon, and asking her specifically about her views on gifts, and when that was met with a monetary answer, sung couldn’t get it out of his head that they would never be able to work long term considering how strongly he believes wealth is a privilege that ought be shared with those who didn’t have it

the date didn’t last long, and they didn’t exchange numbers at the end of the night

the third date sung thought was perfect. she seemed reserved, perhaps shy, when they first greeted each other, but she opened up rather easily once they started going. sung loved how much brighter she became talking about her hobbies and interests, especially because they shared many in common

her excitement made him more excited in turn, and they ended up talking long enough that he forgot what time it was, and had his manager calling him asking where he was. they exchanged numbers in a flurry, and sung messaged her to ask for a second date as soon as he had a little free time

they set up for a second date and, due to the restrictions of being a public figure, sung did what he could, and set up a little picnic in a back room of his parents’ restaurant. he greeted her with a variety bouquet of flowers, and they ate together and had similar fun conversation

at one point she stopped speaking, and was just Looking at him, and sung read it as her wanting him to kiss her, so he leaned in, but a breath away she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him and whispered that she thinks she only sees him as a friend

though he said he was okay w it and it wasnt like he developed feelings, the encounter was awkward enough that saying they’ll keep in touch meant a couple of far apart messages before silence

sung vs jihyun

word count: 424

tldr; explanation of the beginning of his relationship with jihyun, the first blind date this era to become his actual gf

four is one of my least fave numbers. it comes right after one of the best numbers, three, and is an even number which are worse on default, and is doubling up on two, which is also not a great number

so i’m going to use that here as if anyone but me thinks this makes sense

his fourth date was the best, and the only one to actually go anywhere, but obviously not perfect (spoiler the bitch is gay)

jihyun is someone who thinks about love quite similarly to sung

when they first started talking, sung didn’t think the date would go anywhere, because she seemed to be more of the sarcastic and chilly type. but after asking the age old question of why is she still single, he heard something that reminded him of himself,,,,,, she went on about her exes

he felt a kindred spirit in someone who wanted to be put first, but never felt like they were. she shared similar thoughts that after her last long term breakup, she knew the only thing that would make her happy was another one. she made her intentions clear that she was only wanting to keep dating him if he was serious about wanting to see if they could work long-term, and sung returned the exact same sentiments, which spun them off into conversations that they might not usually touch until the tenth date, at Least

throughout the conversation, he came to see her chilly exterior as only a thin shell to a kind and emotional person within. he walked away from that date feeling like he’d had the most deep conversation so far, and he didn’t even wait until he got home to send her a message

she had a flexible work schedule, which was great for sung, because it meant whenever he had the time and energy, he was able to meet up with her for another date. though he often felt too overbearing in these situations, being with jihyun wasn’t like that. she reassured him that she wanted to spend a load of time with him, and that it was important to do so early on if they want to see if they can really work for the long haul

sung came to think that being with jihyun was an important connection that he needed to put the time and effort into, and though he worried about where that might go when he wasn’t able to constantly continue meeting with her, he wasn’t going to second guess his instinct

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word count: 632

tldr; snapshots of a date night with jihyun

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“i’m sorry we can’t go out.” sung drew his living room curtains closed, blocking out the night skyline’s lighting. “what a poorly time for us to meet, huh?” between finishing off promoting a song written easily, working on the next album, and quickly coming up on a promoted solo comeback, having a date in any kind of public setting was only a recipe for trouble, not only for him and quantum, but jihyun too.

“right,” sung said, before near skipping his way over to the kitchen table where he picked up a black sphere, then hopped his way to the sleeping bags on the floor where jihyun sat. “i know it’s a little strange to meet in my apartment this early on in the relationship, but i wanted to try to make it as comfortable as possible.” hence them being in the living room, and his bedroom door thoroughly closed. “this- it’s- um, well, let me just show you.” he crawled over to an outlet to plug in the sphere and turn it on, where light filtered through stencils around the orb, washing the ceiling and walls with stars. “i thought we could camp. or, you know, glamp. we can watch the stars, and i’ve got lots of movies we can watch, and i have popcorn and stuff for s’mores.”

...

after a movie -chosen by jihyun with a little prodding and insistence that he’d seen and likes all of the options, so anything would be great to him- and snack bowls taken to the sink, they laid out on the sleeping bags to watch the stars. jihyun’s head rested along sung’s arm, he followed the path, rolling his head over to look at her. “would you want to go camping for real some time? with me?”

jihyun popped a singular nose breath laugh, noticeable more by the curve her lips showed the ceiling. “will i have to protect you from bugs the whole time?”

this time was sung’s turn to laugh, a few cycles. “that’s what bug repellant is for.”

“what would you need me for, then?”

self deprecation, not his favorite form of joke, but his way of combating it was with the truth. “not need, but, want. i’d want to pick your brain for what thoughts come out when you’re in the middle of nowhere.”

jihyun turned her head towards him, then, and sung’s eyes that’d drifted away came back. she said, “you’re the only guy i’ve dated that’s really wanted to get to know me.”

then, it was sung’s turn for his lips to curl up. from that first meeting, they already knew what the other person needed, and it was the opposite of what they’d had before. sung needed to listen, because he wanted the same. it’d only been so long, but sung felt sure he knew what he wanted. “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

not unsurprising, jihyun’s face dropped into that of shock. “we’ve barely known each other a couple of weeks. we haven’t even kissed.”

“i like you. i don’t want you to be waiting around worrying about what i’m thinking. we can make it official and save us both the trouble.”

softness etched itself into her eyes, the tone of her voice, “you like me?”

“yes,” sung replied, sure, confident, with a single nod.

quieter, as if just between them two, jihyun replied, “i like you, too.”

“then, why don’t we?”

her mouth turned into a small smile once again, before her lower lip caught between her teeth. “yeah. yeah, okay. be my boyfriend.”

sung’s smile split into a grin then, which he packaged back up in order to lean over and kiss her cheek, just to open it back up once again as he turned his attention back to the stars. “great.”

[artxyra]

Another DC TA Marinette Story

*So the other version is strictly a one-shot drabble post while this one might, and I repeat might have more than two parts. 

Part 1: Welcome to Gotham 

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | 

Marinette’s having a bad day. It started with her waking up late, breaking her five-day streak of waking up early. She nearly fell on her way down the stairs, thankfully she remained unharmed. Then she was late coming to class, but that mainly due to poor time management decisions. Only for her to then realize that she’s no longer a student, but the teacher assistant for Mme. Bustier’s class. 

“Look Mme. Bustier, Marinette’s late again.” Lila points out, as the graduate rolls her eyes and takes her place in the back of the classroom. 

“That’s enough, Lila.” Caline scolds, before turning her focus to her teaching assistant. “Is everything alright, Marinette?” She asks. 

Marinette nods and pulls out a folder filled with paperwork that needs to be grade. The class continues as follows. Caline spoke about the upcoming projects about the American lifestyle in specific cities. Marinette would finish the paperwork, pull out her laptop, and take a few notes on class’ behaviors. 

Everything seemed fine, but that crashed when Lila thought it would be a great idea to once again open her big mouth. 

“Mme. Bustier, I cannot do this project as [insert overly used lie here].” She pouts. 

“Girl, I can help you. She did say that we can do it as a group project.” Alya interjects with a smile. 

Lila ever with the dramatics, “Oh Alya, you can’t be serious. I don’t want you doing all the work.” 

Marinette could feel her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulls it out to see that it was a message from Gotham’s Prince. She smiles and opens the notification. 

Gotham’s Prince: Did you sleep well, Angel?

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: It was good until it wasn’t. 

Gotham’s Prince: What do you mean?

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: You’re not with me. 

Gotham’s Prince: Well, soon I will be. 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: And I’m counting down the days. 

Marinette looks up from her phone and sees that her former classmates are staring at her. She shrugs and places her phone in her pocket.  

“What city do you plan on doing, Marinette?” Alix shouts out catching the attention of both Caline and Marinette. The teacher and her assistant lock eyes before the former curtly nod. 

“Gotham.” Marinette murmurs, gathering her supplies to neatly present them later. 

“I actually visit Gotham, you know.” Lila states, “If you need any help, I’ll gladly give information to you.”  

Marinette scoffs and forces a smile towards the pathological liar, “Thank you, Rossi, you will be my last resort.”

Lila once again started the dramatics by crying her eyes out. It is amazing how that liar can still be able to cry with the amount she has done. 

It wasn’t long before the class was over. Marinette walks over to the front desk and hands Caline the stack of graded assignments.

“Thank you, Marinette,” Caline says, accepting the assignments. 

“I want to tell you in advance that I’ll be joining my boyfriend in a couple of days. Do you think that you’ll need me during that time?” 

Caline thinks for a moment then she shakes her head, “I don’t believe so, Marinette. Thank you for the heads up in advance. How are your studies going?” 

Marinette smiles, “They’re going great, my business classes are helping me in running my freelancing business. And I already finished my fashion assignments earlier this week.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Caline opens the door for the two of them to exit through. Marinette walks out first with a quick curtsy to the gesture. 

Marinette’s phone buzzes again. 

Gotham’s Prince:  You are the only person that my brother will listen too, call them. 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: Why? 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: What did they do now? 

She didn’t receive an answer. Shrugging, Marinette places her phone in her back pocket and make a beeline to the main entrance. 

“I’m sure whatever charm you have over Mme. Bustier, will be gone before you know it,” Lila whispers into the graduate’s ear. Marinette rolls her eyes and continues to walk away. Unbeknown to Lila, it was a smirk that presented on the teen’s face rather than a pout. 

“That was very brave of you, Marinette.” Tikki complements when the two are alone. 

Marinette turns to her kwami and smiles, “I have way better things to do than to let some phony ruin my day. Besides what she does will indeed hurt her at the end.” 

“Marinette…” Tikki sighs with a giggle at the end. 

“What? You know that it’s true. As long as the class doesn’t know that I actually graduated last quarter, anything that she throws at me will be seen as an assault.” 

“You’ve been spending to much time with Jason, haven’t you?” Tikki wonders. 

“Only on the weekends, Tikki.” Her chosen jokes before catching the sight of a certain blonde model. 

“Hey, Manette,” Adrien Agreste greets, running over to the graduate.  

“Hey, Adrien, how was your photoshoot?” 

“It could have been better if Lu was there, but I rather suffer in silence and get comforted later.”

“That’s...good to hear.” Marinette’s eyes narrowed unsure of her reply. “Have you thought about the city assignment?” 

Adrien shakes his head. “Honestly, I have no clue. I was planning on doing Smallville, but I don’t know.” He looks to Marinette with kitten eyes, “Are you really doing Gotham?” 

Marinette nods only to lean against a nearby wall. 

“I figure that would be easier to do since I’ve been there and all.” She admits, holding her arms against her chest. 

“Great, Gorilla is here.” Adrien groans. 

“He’s more of a guardian than anyone else,” Marinette states, spotting the large bodyguard and pushing herself off the wall. 

Adrien sighs and wishes the fashion designer a farewell before heading over to Gorilla. Marinette smiles softly seeing how much the model has changed since entering the public school system. Of how he has grown since becoming Chat Noir, granted they did have their ups and downs but once he finally accepted his being, everything has been smooth sailing. 

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Gotham’s Prince: Check Twitter.  

Marinette’s eyebrow raises at the message and she opens up her Twitter app. 

Dick Grayson @theflyinggrayson Grumpy-pants here is missing his GF

Below shows a picture of Damian Wayne looking at his phone with what appears to be a sad look on his face. 

A chuckle escapes her mouth. 

Manette @GothamsFashionSense  Thanks for the laugh @theflyinggrayson, I pretty sure that you all miss me.

 Marinette then adds a cute kitten gif relating to the post. 

Gotham’s Prince: What the hell, Angel! 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: You asked and I delivered

Marinette places her phone back into her back pocket and walks in the direction of her family’s bakery.

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“What do you mean you won’t be able to come?” Caline Bustier asks her assistant in the middle of a meeting. Marinette bites her lower lip and looks between the principal and the full-time teacher. 

“What I mean is that I’ll be overseas staying with my boyfriend’s family around that time. At the very least tell where you’re having the class exchange at and I can make plans around that.” Marinette informs the two with arms cross and an irritated look on her face.

“The exchange is with Gotham Academy, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”   

Marinette’s eyes bug out. Her whole demeanor changes. “No,” She denies. 

“Will that be a problem, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng?” The principal asks slightly concern for the alumna’s wellbeing. 

Marinette straightens herself out. “No, in fact, I will already in Gotham. If something does come up, I will only be a phone call away. Will I get there in time that will depend on what I am doing at the moment.” 

Caline’s face brightens, she’s not going to be alone with the class in Gotham. “That’s great news to hear, Marinette.” 

“Yes, I’m sure. The trip is in a month, correct?” 

“Yes, and the exchange will last for about four weeks. Mme. Bustier will only be there to oversee the program and class if something were to go array. They will be living in housing provided by the school as we’ll do the same to their students.” The principal states. 

Marinette nods, “Is that everything or do I need to fill out any paperwork allowing me to supervise the class while at Gotham Academy?” 

“I do have the paperwork here for you to fill to get access into the building. Other than that you--well we should be fine. I will inform you if anything has changed.” 

“Thank you, Principal De La Fontaine.” Marinette exits the office with a smirk on her face.  

Ever since the akuma has begun showing up in France, the Paris school board officials declared Principal Damocles unfit to be a principal and opted for De La Fontaine to oversee college and lycee of the Dupont schools seeing as they are short-staffed. Marinette was able to take the Baccalauréat after pleading to her parents. Thankfully, she was able to pass on her first try and even convinced the school to allow her to be a teaching assistant until the end of the school year. 

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“I’m telling you Dami, I have everything ready and pack for my trip to see you.” Marinette states into the phone. She sighs and switches shoulders as she is placing the final set of clothes into her suitcase. On the other side of the phone, Damian said something that causes her to roll her eyes. “Damian I will end this call; besides, you know that I would call you if something goes wrong. I’ll see you in two days. Je t'aime.” Marinette ends the call before she couldn’t find it in her to blow up her international data even more. 

 Marinette throws herself onto her chaise sighing, “Tikki, should I take the miraculous box with me or ask Kaalki to open up a portal?” She wonders as her flying ladybug kwami hovers beside her. 

Tikki, munching on a cookie, says, “Marinette would it even matter. You use Kaalki every time you go to Gotham. It’s a miracle that you’re parents haven’t caught on yet.” 

“You say miracle, I say luck.” Marinette plays, “Besides making it look like I go to the airport has covered my quick trips pretty darn well.” 

“Well, what are we going to do about Hawkmoth?”   

“I’m giving Luka and Kagami their miraculous for when the class goes to Gotham as Adrien will most likely be joining them. Hopefully, Hawkmoth doesn’t do anything drastic while we’re gone.” Marinette sighs and kicks herself over to lay on her back. 

Tikki could only smile at how far her chosen has come. From the unsure thirteen-year-old to the now strong level-headed seventeen-year-old woman. Ever since Fu’s amnesia, Marinette has done a great job of making sure that everything regarding the miraculous box is kept secret and safe. She created a box similar to her diary box to protect the miraculous box. 

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After giving Luka and Kagami their miraculous, she (as Ladybug) informed them that she will be once again going on a vacation overseas. The two wished their friend farewell with the promise of calling her when Hawkmoth attacks.

“I expect details on the proposal when I get back,” Marinette demands, pointing at Luka causing him to blush thinking about a certain cat-themed hero. 

“You’ll give a heart attack if you keep saying things like that, Manette.” 

“I know,” Marinette beams. 

The group of three hugs each other before parting ways. 

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Gotham’s air may have never been clean as crimes happen all the time, but to Marinette, it was like a second home. She loves returning back to Gotham since she met the Wayne family, which was completely by accident. Well, it wasn’t much of an accident it was through Jagged Stone that they met; however, it was by accident how she met Damian. 

“Angel! You’re here...finally.” Damian greets his lover of two and a half years. Marinette giggles and runs into his arms. She misses the feeling of his body warmth and well just him in general. Just don’t tell the others that.  

“Of course, I’m here and now you’re stuck with me for two months.” 

Damian is taken back, “What happened to being here for two weeks?” 

“A class exchange with Gotham Academy. As the TA of the class selected, I was roped into joining them on their journey to hell.” 

Damian curtly nods his head and wraps his arms around her torso. He kisses her cheek causing the Paris native to blush.

Manette @GothamsFashionSense Look’s who’s back in action. Can’t wait to spend time with you all. 

In the attachment is a photo of Marinette posing in front of the Wayne Enterprises with a smile reaching her eyes. Comments flood the designer’s notifications to the point she had to turn them off. The majority of the comments were from the same people, the entirety of the Bat-family.  

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“Jay-Jay, I swear if you play a prank on me, you’ll receive no cookies for the rest of the week,” Marinette growls, exiting the guest bedroom--well it’s really hers, but won’t admit it.

“Todd, it’s too early for this.” Damian groans, coming from behind the designer in a personalize pajama design set. 

Jason stares at the two in shock and teasingly asks with a mock sense of seriousness, “Did you at least used protection?” 

Marinette’s jaw drops as murderous intent rolls off Damian. 

“I’m gonna kill you, Todd!” Damian screeches, pulling a katana out from miraculous knows where and chase at the laughing anti-hero. Marinette stood frozen as a rosy pink color spreads across her cheeks. 

“Why would Master Damian and Master Jason be running down the halls, Miss Marinette?” Alfred wonders, appearing in front of the designer. 

Marinette shakes her head and gives the butler a cheeky smile, “Jay-Jay being inappropriate. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually kills Jason today.” 

Alfred sighs and tells her that breakfast should be done in a moment. Marinette happily nods then returns back to her room to get change. 

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“What do you mean that Marinette isn’t coming to class?” Chloe shrieks, when Adrien announced that Marinette had left for a trip yesterday. The entire class could only focus their ears on the two blondes for gossip. 

“It’s like I said, Mari, said she’ll be gone for a couple of weeks. She didn’t say where and all I know is that Mme. B let her off the presentation assignment.” 

Chloe scoffs then huffs at the newfound information. “Well, that will explain why Lu and Gami showed up last night instead of her.” 

“I’m sure she’ll give us a call when she settles in,” Adrien adds on just as Mme. Bustier walks into the classroom with a stack of papers in hand. 

“Good evening class.” She greets, setting the stack down on her desk. “As you all know, our class was selected for a class exchange with our American partners. These are your permission slips to sign and date for the trip. If there is any question, please do not hesitate to contact me.” 

“How long will we be gone for?” Alya asks raising her hand without being called on. 

“The program will last for four weeks. What you learn during the exchange will count as a credit to graduate.” The teacher smiles. “Are there any other questions?” 

No one else raises their hands. Caline smiles at this and begins to hand out the permission slips. 

“Have these all turned in by the end of this week.” 

“What about, Marinette?” Surprisingly, this question didn’t come from the protect Marinette squad but instead Juleka, who is usually quiet in the class. 

Caline is taken back, “Marinette will be joining us for this exchange. We have already contacted her parents. Are there any other questions?” 

The room goes silent. Caline nods and turns on the projector. “Today we will be going over your presentation assignment. The only person excused is Marinette as she has completed hers in advance.” 

Of course, the class blows up at that declaration. 

 “What, why does she get special treatment?” Alya’s voice booms through the classroom. “If you one it should be Lila!” 

“Alya, calm down, the reason why Marinette did her assignment is that she won’t be with us these coming weeks. If you have an issue with that take that up with her. Now please, can I continue with my lesson.” Caline could feel a headache coming. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to mention Marinette’s presentation and just use it as a template for the others to follow. 

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Manette @GothamsFashionSense    Been in town for two days and these idiots are still the same. Mar’i, honey, you the best!

Below the tweet is an attached image of Marinette sitting in the middle with Mar’i Grayson on her lap laughing as Damian appears to be yelling at Jason, Tim’s head smack-down on the table a coffee cup in hand. Dick behind them all with Kori’s arm wrapped around his torso. 

Marinette laughs at the impending struggle Damian has in an attempt to once again harm Jason. She plays with the young toddler on her arms as Mar’i tries to take a scoop of the leftover ice cream. Marinette bounces the young Grayson in her lap and feeds a scoop of ice cream. 

“It’s so nice to have you back, Nette. Mar’i miss her Auntie.” 

Marinette chuckles brushing off the comment, “Mar’i has several other Aunts, how could she miss me? Beside’s I’m not even a Wayne.” 

Kori raises an eyebrow and Dick coughs up a “Yet.” before turning away as if he didn’t spill anything important. 

“Pardon?” Marinette wonders turning her attention to the older Grayson. 

“It’s nothing Bluebird, just a cough that is all.” Marinette purses her lips before deciding to let it go to play with Mar’i. 

Mar’i squeals in delight as Marinette plays with her stomach.

Damian watches from the corner of his eye. A smile sneaks it’s way up onto his face. 

“Wake up, Replacement.” Jason say as he kicks Tim’s leg. 

Tim’s arms grab the nearest coffee cup and drinks from it. He bounces back up with sleep still in his eyes. 

“Tim, you need sleep.” Marinette states. 

“Look whose talking. When’s the last time you slept?” Tim counters, knowing that they would have battles on who can stay up the longest without rest. They’re pretty much tied for first. 

Marinette was about to open her mouth, but one glance at Damian told her otherwise.

“Angel, when was the last time you slept--I mean actually slept?” Damian asks, appearing behind her. He kisses her cheek. She blushes and leans her head into his chest. 

“I’m fine, my prince. I actually slept well last night.” She answers before whispering, “Being next to you and all.”  

Jason oohs but quickly moves to evade the punch that Damian was about to throw. Marinette laughs and pushes away the mess that Mar’i created on the table. What a normal evening with the Wayne’s. 

“So, Bluebird, how are your studies going? I hear that you have a big project coming up soon.” Jason asks, taking a seat across the designer. 

Marinette chuckles, “They’re going great and that big project you supposedly heard about is nearly done, but it’s not for a class.” She teases. 

“Do we at least get to see it? C’mon Bluebird, help your brother out.” 

“Damian doesn’t even know about it.” Marinette narrows her eyes at her boyfriend. Damian chokes on his drink and looks away. “Jay-Jay you will be the first to know.” 

“Hey, what about me?” Mar’i’s voice asks looking up to her aunt. 

“The second person, Jay-Jay, you will be the second.” The designer corrects herself before snuggling the younger Grayson in her arms. Mar’i giggles.

Jason scoffs, but he has to agree that seeing Marinette and Mar’i acting all cute and stuff was a miraculous sight to see. 

Dick Grayson  @theflyinggrayson The two Maris in one place 

Attach is a photo of Marinette holding Mar’i outside the ice parlor smiling at one another with Damian off to the side looking longingly at Marinette. Comments from the surrounding BatFamily, Dick’s followers and co-workers flood the comments section. 

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Two weeks of pure and utter bliss. Too bad, it had to end seeing as the worst class at Dupont Public schools in Paris is coming to Gotham Academy the next day or so. Marinette’s mentally preparing herself to the slaughter of comments that will be coming her way. 

“Mme. Bustier, I can assure you that I will check with the academy this afternoon about the arrangement. You can worry about preparing the class for this trip.” Marinette speaks into the phone. 

Damian waits for the call to end to sweep in and be the caring boyfriend. He kisses her cheek and holds her. 

“These next four weeks are going to be hectic. I just know it..” Marinette mumbles to him. Damian huffs tightening his grip. 

“Thank you, Dami.” Marinette pauses, “I really needed that.” 

“Of course, Angel.” They kiss. “Do you need any help?” 

Marinette shakes her head. 

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Back in Paris, the class gathers at Dupont for departure. Parents came and went saying goodbye to their teens and wish them the best. Lila’s already trying to spin a story that focuses on her and this time she really trying hard to spin her web deeper than ever 

“It’s been forever since I’ve been in Gotham, you know. The last time I was there, it was for a Wayne Gala and my Damibear asked me out. It was so magical. I was dress is this sunset like gown and he was matching me. You know, when I told him that I was coming, he practically jumped with joy…” 

Adrien and Chloe could only wince at the sound of her voice and eluded lie. Everyone in their right mind would know that Damian Wayne has been in a relationship with this girl under the username GothamsFashionSense as the Wayne family tweet about her a lot. Along with that, she look eerie similar to Marinette but with black hair and pink lowlights.  

“I can’t wait to see their faces when the cat jumps out of the bag. Oh, how her empire will crumble to nothing.” Chloe admits to, reapplying her lip-gloss.

“Well, I just hope this all ends before graduation. Do you think Mari will be joining us on the flight or something?” Adrien wonders as he watches Luka say his goodbyes to his sister. 

Chloe shrugs and looks at Kagami, who’s coming their way. 

“‘Gami,” Chloe greets hugging the Japanese fencer. 

“Hey Bee, and hello to you too Adrien.” 

Adrien curtly nods to Kagami. Luka walks over to them and stands behind the blonde model. No one but the two women in front of them notices the interlocking of their hands. 

“You think you can live without your model for a couple of weeks?” Chloe hints with a smirk on her face. 

Luka sarcastically laughs, “Yes, I’m sure Bee.  Though the real question is can you last without your dragon for four weeks.”

Chloe scoffs as Kagami laughs pulling her girlfriend closer to her. 

It wasn’t long before Mme. Bustier called for the class to get onto the bus. The couple gave their significant others a quick kiss or in Adrien’s and Luka’s case a hand tightening before heading off. Oh what they shall await when they reach Gotham. 

~Part 2

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[ethereal-lix]

You have sweaty hands

A/N: so this will have two parts because the requester wants BTS And Got7.

Warnings: none unless you count terrible writing lol Also this will be my first time writing in soooo long so im so sorry if its terrible. i need to get back into writing so imma be a little rusty. Also please ignore any grammar mistakes, i have no one to proof read for me lol

Also i wasnt sure how to keep to the request with everyone so i kinda changed it a little bit. i hope thats okay, and if it isnt let me know and ill rewrite it. And some are shorter than others. i just wasnt sure how to write this and do 7 different scenarios. so this will be bad im so sorry

Request:Hi, can I request a got7 and bts reaction (it can be separated or in the same post idc.) about their shy gf and her hand gets sweaty when he’s holding her hand for to long? I have this problem so I need help.😣😣😭😭😖😳

Here is part two with BTS

Mark: You and Mark have held hands before, but you’ve always found an excuse as to why you had to let go. Today though, today was different because Mark decided to take you on a walk through the park to see if you would try and retract you hand. As expected, you pulled your hand away, or well tried, but Mark wouldnt let you. Mark sighs and looks down at your intertwined hands, “Do you not want to hold hands? Every time we hold hands you always find an excuse as to why you have to let go. Do you not want to be with me?” You and Mark had only been together for a little over two months and he still made you super nervous. Anytime you saw him he always brought butterflies to your

 tummy and you thought that after about a month you would grow used to being around Mark and not get so nervous, but here you are.. “No its not that Mark, its just, you make me really nervous and you know im shy so it doesnt really help the situation, especially because i really like you and when i get nervous my palms start to sweat and then i get even more nervous which causes me to overthink and then i get even more nervous and its just a never ending cycle that i cant break and i wanna hold your hand, but i dont want you to think im weird to something because my hands are sweaty and i cant really stop it because.. well you know..” you trail off looking at the ground. Since you were looking down you didnt see that Mark had left out a small sigh of relief before smiling. “Y/N, its okay, you make me nervous to. And since we’re being totally honest, i thought you didnt want to hold my hand because well one, i thought you didnt like me as much as i liked you and two, because my hands would get sweaty form how nervous you make me as well. So its nice to know that you didnt want to hold hands because yours was sweaty.” Mark leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Shall we?” Mark questioned, holding out his hand for you to hold. “Yes, we shall.” you smiled grabbing his hand.

Jackson: “AHHHH!!!!!” You and Jackson had screamed in unison. you and Jackson had some how gotten suckered into going to a haunted maze with the rest of the boys. Youre not too sure how you ended up in this situation. All you know is that there was a game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’ involved and thats all Jackson would tell you. You’re pretty sure that BamBam had said, “lets play a game of rock paper scissors and whoever loses has to go through the haunted maze tonight”. Unfortunately, if it wasnt obvious Jackson lost. You wanted to let go of Jacksons’ hand because your palms were sweating like crazy, but at the same time you didnt want to let go because you were terrified of letting go. Now heres the thing, since your hands are sweating uncontrollably from the frights your hand keeps slipping from Jacksons’ tight grasp, which honestly is a shock since he has a pretty tight grip on your hand. “Yah! Y/N stop trying to . let my hand go! Cant you see that im scared?!” You gasped in shock, “Excuse me? You’re scared?! You’re scared?!” You questioned. “You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place Jackson! you cant get mad at me because youre scared! That’s one. Two, im just as scared as you and you know that when we hold hands for too long my palms get sweaty, so im not intentionally trying to not hold your hand, my hand just keeps slipping.” You didnt notice that you had stopped walking until Yugyeom walks passed you guys laughing. “How can you two be bickering while in a haunted maze? i mean honestly, you guys will bicker anywhere if given the chance. But i think you should finish this argument outside where you can stand around all you want” You and Jackson looked at each other before giggling and continuing through the maze.

JB: You and Jaebeom were standing outside the dorm. “Y/N, you okay? Your hand is sweating real bad.” You gulp and look down shyly removing your hand from his to wipe it on your pants. “Uhhh yeah, im sorry, im just super nervous.” Jaebeom smiles and kisses the top of your head. “No need to be nervous. They’re going to love you i promise.” You give him a small smile as he grabs your hand again opening the door. “Hey guys,” He shouts as soon as he steps through the door with you following. “Were here!” When you walked into the living room you saw all the boys lounging around before they all got up to proper introduce themselves to you. “Guys this is Y/N,” Jaebeom said while slightly nodding your way before he looks at you and lists everyone off pointing to each one so yo can place a name with their face. “Y/N this is Jackson, Mark, Bambam, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, and Youngjae.” “Hi guys.” You said giving them a small smile and a wave. After the introduction you and Jaebeom made your way to sit on the floor, Jaebeoms back resting on the couch and you sitting in between his legs. “What are you guys watching?” You asked trying to make small talk. “Nothing really, we were just trying to bypass the time waiting on you and Jaebeom to show up, but now that you guys are here we can eat and play some games.” Jinyoung answered. As the night went on eventually all the boys split into smaller groups and ultimately left you and Jaebeom alone. “Told you you had nothing to worry about” He whispered in your ear. 

Jinyoung: “Jinyoung, what if they dont like me?” you asked as you and Jinyoung walked up to the restaurant door. “My parents will love you, let me ask you this. Whats there to not like about you? You’re a very lovely person with a great personality. You’re nice, kind, funny, amazing. Theres absolutely no reason they wont like you.” “But-” Jinyoung cut you off with a chaste kiss to your lips. “But nothing. Everything will be fine and things will go great.” Jinyoung opens the door for you so you can walk through, with him following closely behind grabbing your hand. “Just maybe dont shake their hands?” Jinyoung laughed while you slapped his arm with your other hand. “Babe! I’m shy and you know that i get sweaty palms when im nervous! dont laugh at me” you tried to have some authority in your voice but you couldnt help but giggle as the hostess walked you to a table so you can wait for Jinyoungs parents to show up.

Youngjae: You and Youngjae were currently backstage getting the finishing touches done on your make up. “You nervous?” He questioned you. “What gave me away? My trembling body or my nervous giggles?” you sarcastically asked with a playful smile. “actually it was the fact that you cant stop wiping your sweaty--or should i say leaking hands-- on that very expensive dress i bought you.” He retorted instantly. “ha-ha, very funny. i think im going to die of laughter.” you reply dryly. You and Youngjae were presenting an award to your favourite idol group and you were so nervous because one, you’re going to be on stage in front of thousands of people, and two you’re giving an award to you favourite idol group. They were the reason that you were going to be on this stage. They inspired you to follow your dreams of becoming an idol and here you are a long and hard 4 years later presenting them with one of the best awards that the industry has to offer. “once Youngjae was done with his finishing touches he walked up to you and lightly kissed your temple so he wont mess up your hair or make-up. “You’ll be fine. Dont worry.” He smiled at you as the make-up artist gave you an approving nod and thumbs up before walking off to finish someone else. “Just think of it as performing. You’ve been on a stage just as big as this before and youve done amazing.” He states as he moves to stand in front of you with his hands finding a place on your shoulders. “Yeah, but this time its different. Im not performing. Im not singing or dancing. Im talking. I have a speech that i have to recite to thousands and thousands of people. And this is being broadcasted live where millions will see at home.” You sighed as you rested a hand on his forearm. “Y/N, Youngjae, are you ready? You’re up in 2!” a stage producer yelled. “Alright sweaty palms, are you ready?” He asks as he looks down at your grabbing your hand. “As ready as i’ll ever be.” You smile and lightly chuckle, before walking out on the stage taking a deep breath. 

Bambam: “You nervous Y/N?” Jackson asked you. “What?” you questioned not really hearing what Jackson just said. “That’s a yes” Yugyeom stated. You looked around slightly confused as to what was going on before your yes landed on your boyfriend who was sitting right next to you. Bam leaned down and lightly brushed his lips on your temple before muttering, “when you get nervous not only do your hands get sweaty, you have a tendency to rubs your hands up and down on your legs.” You looked down intrigued by the news and saw that you were in fact rubbing your hands up and down your dress. “Ohh..” you whispered before you thought back on all the times that you were nervous and also saw the pattern. “Hey,” you began going to defend yourself, before Jaebeom cut you off. “Its okay Y/N we know you’re shy and when you get nervous your hands start to sweat. Not only did Bam tell us, but we also caught on to your other nervous habits, such as rubbing your hands on your legs.” He gave you a small smile as Mark piped up. “You shouldve seen when BamBam used to get nervous when he was younger, he would-” Alright!! Thats enough!” Bambam would yell over Mark so he wouldnt have to relive any of his embarrassing moments that he’s tried so hard to forget. 

Yugyeom: “So, wait, you mean to tell me you’ve never been to a school dance before?!?!” Jackson practically yelled. “Jackson!! SHHHH!” You whispered shouted hoping that Yugyeom didnt hear. “Yes, thats exactly what im saying and if you could please keep your voice down so people in LA wont hear you that would be great!” You huffed after crossing your arms over your chest relaxign back into the couch. “What? How? And why doesnt Yugyeom know this?” Jackson questioned you with genuine concern and shock. “You’re very pretty and funny and awesome, and kind, and sweet, and youre the whole package. How have you never been to a school dance?” “Well, i guess the other boys back home didnt agree with you thats why.” you sighed as you started playing with a sleeping yugyeoms hair. “But can we please drop it? i dont wanna talk about it anymore and you cant tell Yugyeom, you promised.” you reminded him before changing the subject. Later on that night you were in the studio with Yugyeom keeping him company while he as working on some music. After about an hour yugyeom got up off his chair and walked over to you and held his hand out for yo to grab. You looked up at him quizzically before taking his out stretched hand. He helped you stand and led you to the middle of the room before he left you to walk back to his computer playing “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. As soon as the song started to play you started to blush and your palms became sweaty as you tried to wipe the sweat off by rubbing your palms on your thighs. ‘Oh no’ you thought. He must’ve heard the conversation that you had with Jackson earlier in the day. He looks at you with a slight blush rising on his cheeks. “So i may or may not have heard what you and Jackson were talking about today and i figured what better way to experience your first slow dance than with someone in a studio listening to one of the best love songs created?” He said, barely above a whisper as he grabbed your hand. “No need to be nervous Y/N. Its just me and you, no one else.” He stated as he started to sway you side to side noticing your nervous habit. “Its just me and you.” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you closer.   

[h-styles-babes]

Harry Styles Blurb/Request #6

Can you do a part 2 to the 13&23 prompt one? Where they go and talk pls it’s so good 😩♥️

Hiiii! I really really REALLY loved the request you did about Harry asking his friend to pretend to be his girlfriend for Liam's wedding! I was wondering if you are going to do a part 2??? I hope so! Thank you xxxx

Loved the imagine that you just wrote (the one with the wedding date)!! Any plans on continuing it?

Hello darlings! I know it’s been awhile, but here is the long-awaited, highly requested Part II of the original Fake GF blurb request that I did a few months ago. I hope it was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it! Leave me some feedback or love in my messages to let me know if you liked it. And, as always, requests are open, and I will be trying to get to my outstanding requests soon!

Part I can be read here.

*WARNING: There is some smut in this piece. You have been warned.

Part II

The house was quiet when they made it back to Harry’s home. Anne and Gem were already asleep, it looked like, and only the kitchen light was left on when they stumbled through the front door. Harry closed and locked it behind them as Y/N tread into the living room, shedding her coat and scarf as she did so. She was a bit nervous, fingers idly picking at her nails, a nervous habit that Harry had picked up on within a few weeks of knowing her. 

He walked over to join her where she was looking at photos Anne and Robin had up on their mantle. There were several of Harry and Gemma growing up and one from Anne and Robin’s wedding, the siblings stood beside the happy couple. There was even a photo of Harry and Y/N together posted up, Y/N sitting on Harry’s lap at the dining room table one New Year’s Eve, playing a game of Monopoly together against the rest of his family and a few of Gemma’s mates. There hadn’t been enough seats, so Harry had hauled Y/N into his lap without a second thought and proposed that she could play with him. They won that night, of course. 

Harry noticed how she looked over that photo longer than any of the others. It was one of his favourites up there. The photo was taken the New Year’s previous, when Y/N’s parents had decided to go to BVI on holiday instead of spend time at home. Y/N hadn’t wanted to join them, since they wouldn’t be back in time for the start of term, so Harry had invited her back home with him to celebrate with his family. It was a night that he looked back on fondly. It was the first time he realized just how deep the girl in his lap had her hooks in him. 

“I realized I was falling for yeh that night,” he whispered, slightly startling Y/N. 

More than the sudden sound of his voice in the dead silent home, the meaning of Harry’s statement caused her to gasp.

“That was a year ago, H,” she said. She looked at him over her shoulder to where he was standing just a bit behind her. 

“Nothing’s changed,” he admitted. 

“Except now you’re tellin’ me about it.”

“That’s only because I’m bankin’ on the assumption that yeh feel the same. And I’m feelin’ pretty good about my assumption right now.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk. “Never known you to be cocky, Styles.”

He shook his head with a small smirk of his own. “Not cocky, just confident. Though, when it comes to you, I do get a bit nervous.”

Y/N turned more to face him so she wouldn’t have to keep looking at him over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, H.”

Harry hesitantly reached out and laid a hand on her waist, letting his fingertips sink into the plush skin. His pinky snuck beneath the hem of her shirt, letting him gently stroke her soft skin. Y/N shuddered a bit at the feeling, a warm sensation igniting in her tummy. It was a feeling she wasn’t unfamiliar with when it came to Harry, but she didn’t typically let it get too intense when she was actually in his presence. She’d revisit it later when she was alone and could touch herself to get rid of the ache, but it was a bit more unmanageable when Harry seemed to be intentionally stoking the flames. 

“They’re good nerves,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hand slipped further under her shirt, his full palm coming into contact with her hip and waist. “Butterflies, kinda, yeh know? All fluttery and excitin’.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, know what yeh mean. I get the same. Why didn’t yeh every say anythin’ though?”

Harry shook his head. “Didn’t wanna ruin our relationship. Yeh mean too much to me for us to fuck it up by jumping into a romantic thing.”

“So what’s changed?”

“I finally kissed yeh. Been wantin’ to do that since the day you sat beside me in class.” Harry pulled her so her front was flush against his. Y/N tilted her head back in order to keep looking at him. She watched as his eyes dragged down her face to her lips, his pink tongue darting out to wet his own bottom one. “Couldn’t help myself anymore.”

“Then stop holding back,” she whispered, meeting his eyes again.

“If I do this, I’m all in. There’s no going back. There’s no stoppin’ it,” he warned. His other hand came up and brushed her hair off of her shoulder, then he laid it against the back of her neck. 

“Who said I didn’t want the same thing?” Y/N let her own hands grasp at his waist, twisting her fingers into his soft jumper. “Yeh think I haven’t been absolutely infatuated with yeh since the moment I saw yeh?”

“Yeh sure? One last chance to back out.”

Y/N shook her head. “‘m not backin’ out. Kiss me, Harry.”

So he did just that. He used his grip on the back of her neck in order to pull her mouth onto his own. It was more intense and passionate than the first kiss that they shared earlier in the evening. Harry’s grip on her waist kept them closely pressed together, and Y/N let one hand linger in his jumper and the other trail up to grip into his hair at the base of his skull. Harry groaned at the gentle tug to his skin.

Y/N broke away after a few moments from lack of air, though their lips hovered close together, each breathing in the other’s breaths. She couldn’t ever remember being so breathless from a kiss, but she wasn’t upset about it. This was Harry, her best friend and they boy she’d been in love with for the better part of three years, so it didn’t really surprise her that she was gasping. She wanted his lips back on hers, but she didn’t think she’d be able to stand it again so soon. 

“Upstairs,” Harry hummed, nudging Y/N toward the stairs with his hips. While he had meant it innocently, it made both of them acutely aware of how aroused he was. Harry whimpered softly under his breath at the contact and Y/N gasped. From the flash of contact, she could tell he was larger than she’d ever experienced before. She was suddenly yearning for him more than she ever had before. 

She couldn’t help it when she grabbed his hand and hauled him up the stairs after her, both of them nearly tripping over the steps and their own feet. By the time they made it to Harry’s childhood bedroom, Harry’s jacket was off one arm and Y/N was toeing off her booties, falling onto the bed as she did so. Harry chuckled at her as he closed the door as softly as possible behind them, not wanting to alert his mum or sister to their arrival. 

“Don’t just fuckin’ laugh at me, yeh prick,” she grumbled, struggling with the one shoe she’d yet to pull off. “If yeh want me naked, you’re gonna have to help me.”

“Oh, we’re getting naked, are we?” Harry questioned teasingly, completely removing his jacket. Y/N stopped her struggling on the bed and watched, captivated, as Harry stalked toward her, his lean body looking amazing even under his jumper and jeans. She’d seen him shirtless plenty of times in their friendship, and she knew the collage of tattoos that adorned his torso, but the anticipation of seeing him in this context was just making her more excited. She squeezed her thighs together to try to relieve some of the ache between them.

Harry noticed the movement and couldn’t keep the smirk from his face. “Excited, darling?”

“Not nearly as much as you, love,” she bit back, making a point to flick her eyes down to his prominent crotch. She watched as Harry palmed himself through his jeans, something she’d never thought she’d find so arousing. 

Harry watched with satisfaction as she swallowed visibly. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

“Get naked, Styles.”

While he shouldn’t have been surprised by the subtle demand in her voice, he couldn’t help being slightly taken with the authority she had in the situation. While she wasn’t particularly demure or slight in her everyday personality, he had been expecting her to be the submissive type when it came to the bedroom. Not that he had a problem with her being a little bit more in control than he initially expected—he actually found it incredibly sexy and made him throb a little bit behind his hand. He loved a confident woman. It was one of the many reasons he’d always been so taken with Y/N. Confident in the most subtle of ways and now he’d found where it really shone through. He could have fun with this. 

Harry pulled his jumper over his head while he toed his shoes off, leaving him in a plain grey tee and his jeans. He placed himself on his knees between Y/N’s thighs once she got her other shoe off. She was sat on the bed now, pulling off her own shirt, exposing her soft skin and her beautiful breasts covered only by a pretty black lace bralette that barely kept her nipples covered. Harry could feel saliva pooling in his mouth looking at her, and while he really wanted her naked, there was something that he’d been dying to do even more than seeing her bare, and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

“What are yeh doin’?” Y/N asked as Harry pushed her back on the bed so her back was flush with his soft sheets. She lifted her hips for him as he pulled her jeans down over her bum and off her legs, leaving her in matching knickers. 

Harry didn’t answer her as he stroked his fingertip lightly over the damp patch of her panties, directly over her center. He smirked as Y/N jolted a little with the contact, her breath stuttering. “Thought yeh said yeh weren’t that excited, pet.”

“Never said that,” she denied, choking at the end as he slipped the material over her hips to completely expose her to the cool air of the room. 

Harry hummed complacently as he began to place kisses along her left thigh, trailing himself up to where he wanted his lips the most. When he got there, lightly lapping at her glistening folds, sticky with her arousal, he couldn’t help the sigh he let out at finally tasting her. She was sweet and salty in the perfect combination, and just heady enough to make him want to stay buried between her thighs for the rest of his life. Y/N whimpered at the light contact, already nudging her hips forward, searching for more. 

While Harry wanted to draw this out and tease, he really couldn’t help himself. He’d pined after her for three long years, and he finally had her under his finger—or tongue, rather—and he wasn’t going to waste a moment of it. So, he took a long glide from her leaking opening straight up to her swollen bud, preparing her for his coming ministrations.

Y/N nearly choked on her own spit as she tried to keep back the cry she wanted to wail out when he pet his tongue across her clit a few times, teasing her just enough to make her insides clench. She wanted to groan out and tell him to put his mouth back where it was when he trailed his tongue back down to her opening, but he was only there briefly before she felt his lips wrap around her bundle of nerves, effectively cutting off any complaints. She actually couldn’t much talk at all with her head pressed back into the mattress and her cries all caught in her throat, trying to keep quiet. Anne’s room was down the hall, but Gemma’s was just next door, and she certainly didn’t want Harry’s sister to hear how her brother was making her feel.

Her hands were gripped in the sheets at her sides, and she felt Harry’s hand pry her fingers free. She got her senses about her enough to look down and watch as he drew her hand to his hair. His eyes met hers as she wrapped her fingers up in his soft strands, his pupils nearly completely blown with his lust. He amped up the suction a bit more and flicked his tongue across the tip as Y/N looked at him, rejoicing in the absolutely overwhelmed expression she made before dropping back to the mattress with a strangled cry. She bit at her bottom lip harshly as he pressed a finger into her, stroking at her front wall and paying special attention to that small rough patch. He so badly wanted to hear her let loose, but he knew they weren’t in the ideal place for her to be vocal. He could see the strain in her throat to keep quiet as she clenched particularly hard around him as he pressed his finger a little more firmly into her.

He gripped her hips as she started to wriggle away from him. Her chest was heaving and her other hand was clasped across her mouth as she neared her climax. Harry watched eagerly as the flush on her chest deepened, wishing slightly that he’d taken the few moments to take her bra off, but she was beautiful all the same. He shook his head back and forth to get a little more stimulation and that’s when she completely fell apart. Her other hand flew to join the one already in his hair, letting her moan out in her pleasure. Harry basked in the tortured sounds, but he knew they were getting a bit too loud. Without much other option, he rubbed his fingertips along her lips and was glad when she accepted them, running her tongue along his salty skin as she hummed her pleasure, coming down from her high. 

Harry placed one last gentle kiss to the top of her sex before pushing himself up to hover over her. She looked completely blissed out, cheeks rosy, hair a bit messy, chest still heaving with her exertion, pupils dilated from her arousal. He’d never seen her look more beautiful than she was in that moment, and it was something he wanted to see as often as possible from her on out.

“Why are yeh still dressed?” Y/N asked with a huff as she looked over him. 

Harry chuckled. “Wasn’t patient enough to get all the way naked before I had to taste yeh.”

“Thought I told yeh to get naked?”

“Still will if yeh want me to.”

She nodded. “Please. Wanna see yeh.”

Harry sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off first, dragging it over his head. Y/N marveled at the sinewy muscles of his arms and torso and watched at they all shifted as he pushed himself off the bed in order to tug his jeans off. She felt herself getting worked up all over again as she took in his tattoos and the ripple of his body as he shed himself of his clothes. He was one of the most beautiful boys she’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, and he was most definitely the most gorgeous man she’d ever been with. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as he finally stepped out of his pants, revealing his hard, straining cock, precum leaking at the head already. 

Y/N sat up on the edge of the bed, reached out with her hands to grasp Harry’s hips and pulled him to her. She loved the way her fingers sunk into the little bit of pudge that sat at his hips amongst his toned muscles and hard abs. It made him more her best friend than the man she was doing dirty things with. While she wasn’t lacking any sort of intimacy before, this little realization made it that much more real to her. This was her and Harry. This was something they’d both been wanting for years. This was right. 

“Don’t have to do that, love,” Harry urged, a little breathy, as Y/N wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. 

Y/N looked up at him through her lashes as she tugged up a little, smirking as he dropped his chin to his chest and let out a little groan. “I want to. Like when yeh make those noises.”

“Cheeky,” he huffed out on a half-chuckle.  

“Just relax and let me make yeh feel good.” Y/N flicked out her tongue to lap at the little slit at the tip of his head and reveled in the choked moan that bit its way through his lips. He made the most delicious sounds she’d ever heard out of a boy. She was really going to have fun with this. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Just like most mornings spent with Harry, Y/N woke up with his arm slung over her waist and his chest pressed tight against her back, his breaths puffing out against the top of her head. Unlike all the other mornings, though, neither of them were wearing a stitch of clothing, and Harry was very obviously experiencing some morning wood against the small of Y/N’s back. She wouldn’t mind so much under any other circumstance, but she was currently being called by Harry’s mother to come get breakfast. Not only that, but she heard footsteps in the hallway that seemed to be getting uncomfortably closer to Harry’s door.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath. She was just in the middle of trying to draw the sheets up over the both of them, just so it wouldn’t be quite do obvious that they were both naked under them when the door creaked open. Y/N barely resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes shut and pretend to not even be there, like she was five years old again and losing at hide and seek. Instead, she met the curious and only slightly surprised gaze of Gemma.

“You two look like you had a good night,” she teased over a snicker. The noise started to rouse Harry, who moved onto his back and drug the sheets with him, nearly completely exposing Y/N. She grappled with the edge of the sheet, barely keeping herself covered. She was already embarrassed enough, what was a little flash of nipple in the morning now? It would just top it all off, really.

“Go away, Gem,” Harry groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to block out the light that was flooding the room from the windows they hadn’t bothered to cover in their preoccupation the night before. 

“Mum wants yeh down at breakfast,” she informed. “Better get dressed before she comes up here to get yeh herself. She may love Y/N, but I don’t think any mother wants to find her son and his best friend naked in bed together.”

“I feel like she’d be quite excited, actually. She’s been rooting for this forever,” Harry argued. 

“What?” Y/N asked, shocked by Harry’s revelation.

“What?” Harry questioned, lifting his arm to peek at Y/N.

“What do yeh mean she’s been rooting for this?”

“Yeh had no idea my mum has wanted us to get together almost more than we’ve been wanting it for the past three years?”

Y/N shook her head. “No. I had no idea. Are yeh serious?”

“Deadly,” Gem agreed with a resolute nod. “Yeh tell her you lot are together now, and she’ll be planning your wedding and figuring out your future children’s names by tea.”

“Are we?” Harry asked, completely throwing off the conversation.

“Are we what?” Y/N asked, confused by the turn he’d just taken. 

“Together now?” 

“I feel like this is a conversation that doesn’t involve me,” Gemma interjected. “Discuss this while yeh get dressed, because Mum seriously wants yeh downstairs soon.” She sent one last cheeky grin to the pair still in bed before closing the door and retreating. Her grin morphed into a sly smirk. She had been rooting for Y/N and Harry to get together almost as devotedly as her mother had. She was tickled pink that they’d finally gotten their heads out of their arses. Was about bloody time. 

Harry rolled back onto his side toward Y/N after his sister closed the door. He pulled the woman he’d been craving for years into his chest and sighed with contentment. She was meant to be in his arms. She fit against him so perfectly, there was no way they hadn’t been made for each other. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips, humming when she pursed hers against his. It deepened only slightly before he forced himself to stop. They didn’t have time to be getting carried away. 

“Best be getting dressed,” he grunted, sitting himself up, sheets pooling around his waist and exposing Y/N’s bare breasts. He couldn’t help but watch at her nipples puckered in the cool air of the room, and he wanted to have his lips wrapped around them like he had the night before, but they really didn’t have time for that.

“Do I have to?” Y/N pouted. The bed was awfully cosy, and getting dressed didn’t sound like the best way to maintain that cosiness. 

“Unless yeh would like my mum and sister to see yeh naked, I’d say yes,” Harry chuckled, fishing a pair of pants out of the chest of drawers that sat beside his bed. He picked out a red pair and slipped them on before completely getting out of bed. 

“Fine.” With a huff, Y/N got out of bed and rifled through her duffle bag for a fresh pair of knickers and some appropriate clothing to have breakfast in. Harry had opted for a pair of trackies and a plain t-shirt, so she went the same route with a comfy pair of sweats and a long-sleeve shirt. 

“Yeh never answered me,” Harry brought up as she pulled her shirt on over her head. 

“Answered what?” 

“If we’re together now.” 

Y/N saw the anxiousness painted on his face once she popped back up from the confines of her shirt. He was gnawing at his bottom lip and pulling at his fingers, since he had no rings to twist about in his nervousness. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that Y/N had only ever seen a handful of times in their time as friends, and she didn’t like that she was the source of it. She couldn’t stand it, really, so she gave him the only answer she could really think of. “I’d really like that.”

The nervousness slipped away and was replaced by a huge grin. “Yeah?”

Y/N giggled at his sudden change of mood. “Yeah. Been wantin’ it for awhile, yeah?”

“You’re my girlfriend then, yeah? And not just my fake one because I’m an idiot that made up a girlfriend to get out of hanging out with my friends?”

Y/N fully laughed at that. “You’re still such a fuckin’ idiot. Can’t believe yeh did that, yeh fucking donut.”

“Yeah yeah,” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“You’re lucky I know how smart yeh really are. Otherwise I’d be seriously concerned about your IQ.”

“Shut up. And yeh still haven’t answered me.”

“Thought it was obvious.”

“Is it, though?”

Y/N rolled her eyes before snaking her arms around Harry’s waist and snuggling herself into him. She pressed a kiss to his heath before tilting her head back in order to look up at him. “I’d love to be you’re girlfriend, H. Long as I still get to be your best friend, no matter what.”

Harry smiled softly at her. “Always gonna be my best friend, darling. Now I just get to love on yeh more.”

Y/N hummed. “Like the sound of that.”

[zutt0-issh0ni]

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I had the best real talk last night with an old friend last night. Super long theory post just an fyi

I told my friend about how my ex has been lurking around me. I didn’t understand why he was since I thought he didn’t care about me anymore. And they told me..

“I think he’s now realizing since he probably doesn’t have a gf now that you were really the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He’s checking up on you because he wants to know if you are really happier without him. He’s starting to feel the pain you feel, but since he’s a guy he won’t admit that he’s hurt. No guy is going to continuously check up on a girl that was "nothing” to him. You were clearly were more to him than what he says you were, but just remember not to forgive him so easily if he messages you again. Be firm and distant to him. That’s the most he deserves after treating you so badly in the past".

I cried as I heard that.

I’m not really good at reading people, but hearing that from someone else that doesn’t really know him made me realize how blind I can be. I really thought hard about it last night and then I realized that what my friend said could very much be right.

What I do know about Aaron, like night and day is, the good side and bad side to him. I swear in my heart that I have seen his best towards me and his very worst.

No one else I’ve talked to about him believes that he has a good side. He always tends to show his bad and aggressive side to anyone that isn’t close to him, but after talking to my friend about the nice things he’s done for me, they concluded that this is not the work of someone who completely doesn’t have a heart or “doesn’t know how to feel”, but quote “He had once had a big heart just as you did, but something from a past relationship caused him to have so many heavy walls. He doesn’t know how to feel towards anyone else because he is still healing from the person who hurt him just as badly as he has hurt you. He’s once been in an unrequited love, and it’s hard for him to move on from that same person”.

And it hit me just like that. It took me nearly a year and half to just realize this, but my friend was absolutely right.

It’s almost like my brain instantly opened a file drawer of all the memories I have stored of Aaron in brain and then everything fell right before me in that instant.

How did I not realize this before?

There were a few instances where Aaron had hinted to being in an unrequited relationship/situation before. He never went too deep into it, but he has brought it up in conversation before. Two instances in particular that really strike me.

1. Early in our relationship, maybe like our third date, we were sitting in his car outside the parking lot at Honey Bee. We were still friends at the time, but he could tell I was falling for him, but we didn’t talk about our feelings yet. We talked for hours until the sun went down and at some point we brought up past relationships. At the time I wasn’t super nosey about his past because we were just friends, although I was always curious from the start if he’s ever been in love with someone else. And so I asked, “Have you ever been in love with someone? Like "in love” with them?“. I remember his facial expression showed discomfort and he leaned his chair back and unbuttoned the top button in his dress shirt. I thought "Oh no I shouldn’t have asked this question so soon”. I thought he would have shut the question down like “I don’t feel comfortable talking about that right now because we are just starting to know each other”. But surprisingly he opened up about it. He leaned back against the door and shifted himself towards me and looked me straight in the eye as he said this, “I think love is a strong word to use in this context, but yes I did once REALLY CARE for someone before”. He emphasized “really cared” like there was some genuine feeling of hurt in his voice. Mind you this a guy who talks with a tone of dominance, high confidence, and lot of sarcasm pretty much all the time, and when he was talking to me about this he changed the tone of his voice. This was one of the few instances I’ve ever heard him speak with a soft and weak voice. I was scared to ask more, but I did anyways. I remember saying something like, “What happened between you and her? Did you guys ever date?”. He sat there in silence and he stroked his chin whenever he was in deep thought, and he said, “We never officially became a couple. I knew her for a long time, and I really liked her. I even went on vacation with her and her family before”. And I said, “But you never told her how you felt?”. And he said, “I did. But she told me she didn’t feel the same way”. I frowned. I thought at that chance he wouldn’t return my feelings back if I told him I was falling for him (hence why it took so long for me to tell him how I felt). And he said “I waited for her though. I waited a long time for her to maybe one day return the feelings back to me, but eventually she got a bf, and I saw how happier she was with him, and at that moment I knew I had lost her”. And I sat with a heavy feeling in my heart. For the first time ever I saw Aaron with a very upset face. Like his whole world had crashed down on him. I was so confused as to why he had entrusted me with such personal information about his life, considering we had only met twice in real life before this. I never ever told anyone this, so I am sitting here right this now because people don’t believe that he does have a softer side to him.

We sat in silence and I had to break away my gaze, because it was hard to look him straight in the eye talking about personal things like this. I finally said, “I’ve been hurt by someone else before too. And I thought I loved him, and that we were going to build a future after college together, but I realized after being on and off with him that I didn’t love him on a deeper level than I originally thought I did. I loved him as a bf, but I didn’t love him more than that. I don’t know what it’s like to care about someone so much, and have them not return the feelings back”. And with that I sit here and think how ironic and silly of me. I cursed myself with this fate by saying that.

This was the FIRST TIME that I had reached out and physically touched him. I mean this by a literal sense. The past two dates we kept our distance. We didn’t even hug on the first date or shake hands. It was like a weird instinct to just reach my hand out and gently caress his shoulder. I was worried he would have swatted me away or tell me it was uncomfortable, but he half smiled.

I told him that one day he was going to find a girl better that will give the same love he gave to that girl. He chuckled, but in a sweet and non sarcastic kind of way. I smiled because I didn’t know that girl was going to be me.

2. This memory is probably not as light hearted as the previous one. It was actually one of my more painful memories of him. The night of my 20th birthday, my friends and ex all went to eat and karaoke and all night Aaron was being a sober ass to my friends and later an obnoxious drunk ass after downing nearly a whole pack of beer himself at karaoke. We left the karaoke place at 2 AM and I advised Aaron and I to take Ubers to go home since Aaron had drank too much that night. He kept insisting that he was sober enough to drop me off and go home, but I was scared. Considering all night he was whispering obnoxious things into my ear and at one point had told me “Love you girl” to which I slapped him in the face for out of weird reflex. We left the place and he said more weird things to me that made me really upset. The whole night was mostly a train wreck, but was salvageable by the end of the night. I don’t know at what point we even started talking about this, but we started talking about our feelings towards each other since at this point we had been dating for a couple months now. Throughout our relationship he always told me he was “feeling things out”. I always worried where our relationship would lead to since I was trying so hard to make it work. At some point he brought up the same girl he talked about months prior, or at least I believe it was the same girl.

He said something like, “I realized that I’m never going to be that weak guy that puts everything all at once anymore, because all you get are broken pieces. That’s just stupid. Amelia, if you knew all the bad things I’ve done in the past, you would cry right now”.

I felt my heart being crushed as he drunkenly spit out all these emotions at me. It made me believe that no matter how much I tried to understand him or make him feel like he was loved and appreciated by me it wasn’t good enough. I felt used by him because I did really love him, more than I expected too. But here he was drunkly telling me how I was never going to be “the one”, and that all my efforts for our relationship was meaningless to him.

And I spoke to my friend about this incident and they told me, “I don’t know your ex, but I know his kind of personality and the way he thinks. I think he still cares about you, he still has these feelings that he missed out on because he thinks that leaving you will make him feel good about himself. But if he really didn’t care about you like you convince yourself that he does, he wouldn’t even put the effort to even have your number laying around in his phone anymore or to check up on you. The thing that makes you different than just "any other girl” is that he still makes the effort to still have you in his life even though it might be at a distance. I believe secretly he can’t let you go completely because he can’t deny how strongly you felt for him, and that he probably was too scared to tell you the same thing. You should know well by now that guys lie. Even a blind person can see what is clearly there".

And all night I was thinking about what my friend said. I didn’t realize until this morning the motive behind why he still checks on me. It could just be a really big theory of things, and maybe it turns out it’s not true, but after thinking back on these instances of why the circumstances are how they are now I realize that the reason why Aaron was so cruel to me most of the time in our relationship is because we tend to repeat the same pain we once feel towards other people.

[ethereal-lix]

You have sweaty hands

Alright, so this doesnt have a title and this is part two to the request. Again, i would like to apologise for the long wait. 

Warnings: None except for terrible writing, probably some grammatical errors i have no one to proof read and im too lazy to do it since its 2:30am 

Here is part one with Got7. i hope you all enjoy :)

Request:Hi, can I request a got7 and bts reaction (it can be separated or in the same post idc.) about their shy gf and her hand gets sweaty when he's holding her hand for to long? I have this problem so I need help.😣😣😭😭😖😳

Jin: You and Jin were at an amusement park for one of your rare dates out in public. You guys never really got to go out much, in general really. Jin was always busy with the boys, whether he was recording, filming something, on tour, practicing for the new music video, or the new dance, there was always something that kept him and you from having “real dates” so when you talked to him about how it had been months since he last took you out on a real date he promised to take you to the new amusement park that just opened a few weeks ago. You were so happy that you accepted on the spot and felt like you didnt need to hear anymore than the promise. Oh how you wished you had lt him finish saying what he was saying since you’re not too keen on amusement parks because of the crowd of people and the rides. You didnt do well with those two things adn now not only were they put together when you get nervous your hands start to sweat. Now add that to being shy and you have yourself a whole lot of problems. “Jin..” you begin to say before he cuts you 

off with a kiss to the temple, “You already said yes, you cant back down now” “That was before i knew what our date was going to be like.” You countered. “You know i dont do well with situations like this.” “It’ll be fun” Jin stated as he grabbed your hand literally dragging you to the closest ride. As time went on you found yourself having a lot of fun and you didnt know why you freaked out in the first place. That was until you saw the roller coaster that Jin was dragging you to. “Woah, wait, Jin no.” Jin stopped and looked at you. “What do you mean ‘no’?” he questioned. “Exactly what the word means Jin. No! im not getting on that ride. i’ll get one very other one but that one” Jin looked at you before a light bulb wen toff above his head. You gave him a quizzical looking silently asking him what he was thinking. Almost as if he could read your min he stuck his hand out. “Oh no, we are not playing rock, paper, scissors to see if ill get on that ride.” “What? are you scared that you’ll lose rock, paper, scissors?” He challenged. You’ve never lost a game of rock, paper, scissors to anyone so what do you have to be worried for, right? Wrong.  THe next thing you know you’re standing in line for that ride. “I cant believe i lost rock, paper, scissors.” you grumbled standing in line. Jin laughed at you before he grabbed your wrist uncrossing your arms from your chest so he can hod your hands. “Woah, your hands are super sweaty, are you okay? i didnt know you were this nervous. We can leave the line if you want? i can just come back with the boys or something?” You let out a deep sigh before you shook your hand loose from his grasp. “No, its fine i’ll get on  the ride.” “You sure?” “Yeah..” you whisper with a small smile. Once it was your turn tp go and you two were all situated in the seats and prepared to go on the ride of your life your grabbed his hand once more. “No need to be scared sweetie, itll be okay” Jin smiled at you giving your hand a small squeeze before he kissed the back of your hand.  

Suga: BTS was invited to an award show in the states and Yoongi had invited you as his plus one. You and Yoongi had been secretly dating for almost 11 months now and the fans just recently started to suspect something going on between you two. You were thankful that it look them this long to start suspecting something, but also a little sad that they started snooping around so soon. Since Yoongi had invited you as his plus one this would be your fist public appearance as a couple. You were excited but at the same time scared. What would everyone think? Would they fans like you? Hate you? You didnt know and that made you super nervous. You were already nervous for many reason and worrying about whether or not the fans would support you and your guys relationship. You already had sweaty palms, especially when you got nervous and now yo were about to have millions of people looking at you and watching your every move and that just made you sweat even more. as you had made it to the red carpet event Jimin had noticed that you were unusually quiet and hit Yoongis shoulder with the back of his hand and pointed at you. Yoongi leaned in and whispered in your ear while grabbing your hand. “Hey, Y/N you okay? Your hand is pretty sweaty.” “Uhhh yeah, just a little nervous i guess.” you mumbled back while taking your hand out of his to wipe it on your dress. “No need to be nervous. For any reason. You’ll have a good time during the event, the fans will love you, and no one will bother you. People are usually really good when it comes to giving significant others’ their personal space. I promise everything will go smoothly.” He stated while grabbing your hand and walking down the carpet.

Jhope: Today you were going with Hobi top his holiday party with the boys and their company. It would be the first time you met with the people who managed your boyfriends group and the boys he spends most of his time with, so to say that you were nervous would be an understatement. You sighed as you fixed the wrinkles in your dress. “There is no need to be nervous, everyone will love you.” You looked into the mirror staring at Hobis reflection, “But-” “But nothing, they will love you. They all cant wait to meet you. All i do is talk about you and i can tell you right now that they already love you and they cant wait to meet you.” he interrupted you while walking over to fix the back of your dress. You exhaled and looked into his eyes. “I guess you’re right..” you replied turning around to give him a quick peck to his lips. “Lets go before i get to nervous and back out.” As you got out of the car and walked up to the house where the party was taking place you instinctively rubbed your hands up and down your dress trying to wipe your hands off. Hobi looked at you before chuckling lightly and resting his hand on your lower back. “Like i said no need to worry.” Hobi reached down to grab your hand, before you swiftly moved it away. Looking at you with concerned before he gave you a questioning look. “Are you okay?” He murmured. You stammered for a second before you answered “Y..yeah im fine, its just.. my hands are really sweaty and i dint wanna hold yours ‘cause thats kinda gross.” Hobi laughed his beautiful laugh before grabbing your hand and knocking on the door. “Jagi, trust me when i say, i’ll never not want to hold your hand. Sweaty or not.”  

RM: You were currently on your way to go to the airport so you and your boyfriend and his band can go to Canada for a few concerts before taking a small break and picking back up in America with their newest comeback tour. You didnt do too well with heights but you managed, but plane rides were something completely different. there was no way around it. you had no where to go to avoid looking down, you had no other way to look where you wouldn't see how high up you were. It was only you, your mind, your fear, your thoughts, and that long, long, long plane ride. “Sweets you okay?” Namjoon whispered in your ear. “Uhm, yeah, im fine.” You stuttered out quietly. Namjoon looked around the car to see if any of the boys were awake at the moment, thankfully they werent. “Are you sure? You dint look okay, and youre doing that things with your hands when you get nervous.” He pointed to your hands and you looked down noticing that you were rubbing your hands together in hopes of not letting your hands get to sweaty. “Oh..” was all you could manage to get out. “Are you nervous about the plane ride?” You nodded before letting out a deep sigh. “Yeah. Sometimes i wonder how i flew to Korea on my own.” “Its going to be okay, especially since you got me and the boys here with you this time.” He mumbled against your temple before placing a chaste kiss to it and grabbing your hand. “Wait, wait..” “It’s fine. I dont mind. Especially because when i come home from dance practice you hug me and im sweating all over the place. I think i can handle a little had sweat.” He smiled down at you sweetly, “plus i love your hands, theyre so small compared to mine and i just love your hands.” You looked down with a slight blush, “and ill make sure that you sit in the middle and ill have Hobi switch seats with Tae so Hobi can sit with you and i and help keep you distracted.”  

Jimin: You and Jimin had arrived at the studio for your photoshoot. You and Jimin decided that you would release a duet just for the fun of it and at first it seemed fun, especially since it was 2:30 in the morning and you guys were pretty drunk, but now that youve made it past the writing and producing stages of the song and are now working on the visuals for the song you got super nervous. You werent the best singer, but you werent the best and the mire you thought about it the more nervous you got because what would the public say? Would they like it? Would they like you? Would they hate the song because you’re singing a song with their beloved Jimin? All the possibilities that could go wrong were running a thousand miles a minute in your head. “Love, you gotta stop worrying. Remember this song is just for fun. Its not meant it be a real single or a debut song. It was just for fun. Nothing more nothing less, so if the fans and public dont like it its fine. We didnt do this for them we did it for us.” He reassured you. “I hope youre right.” You mumble before being dragged away by the stylists to get you ready for the shoot. Once they had finished getting you all ready you walked to the set. “You look amazing love” Jimin greeted you from behind. “Were almost ready for you guys.”The stage manager stated as he walked by grabbing some props for the background. You turned around to face the set taking a few deep breaths. Jimin noticed how nervous you were and walked up behind you wrapping you up in a hug before turning you around to face him and grabbing your very clammy hands. “Like i said, this was just for fun, if people dont like it thats fine. All that matters ist hat you had fun, and i want you to have fun during this experience so dont think about anyone or anything and focus on me, and what were doing right here, right now, in this moment. When you look back on this i want you to have a good memory and i dont want you to regret that you spent too much time worrying about the reviews and what people are going to think. Let go and have fun in the moment. Worry about everything when you get to that bridge, yah?” You smiled and nodded your head walking on to set getting ready for the photoshoot. 

V: “Come on, Y/N its okay. All you have to do is just record the demo track fo r us and then well have someone else record your part. We just need to make sure that we get the right member to sing the part, and maybe you can do the background vocals?” Tae tried to bargain with you. “Tae, no i cant sing that well anyways so please just drop it.” You were in the shower when Tae had came home early. You didnt hear the door open since your music was blasting and Tae had walked into your bedroom looking for you when he heard your voice floating out of the bathroom and now as you were getting dressed Tae was trying to get you to sing on a demo track for him and the boys. “I’ll give you a choice, you can either record the demo for me or you can ne on the actual track. Personally i would prefer that you record the actual track. Your voice will compliment Jimins really well, pleaseeee!!!” Tae begged you while lightly shaking your arm. Suddenly he gasped, “How about we play rock, paper, scissors? I win you have to record the track with Jimin, you win and you wont have to record the song or even do the demo track.” You eyed him up adn down before you caved. Whats the worst that can happen? You surely wont lose, right? Wrong. Oh boy you were so wring. As you and Tae pulled up to the studio you started freaking out. “Tae, i really dont wanna do this, i cant sing, and all the boys will laugh when they hear me sing.” You whined into his ear as you walked through the doors to the booth. “No, the boys wont make fun of you, i promise.” Tae breathed out while grabbing your hand. “Oh wow, you really are nervous arent you?” “Yesss!!” you whined even more dragging out the ‘s’. Tae laughed before he pulled you off to the side. “Seriously, dont be nervous. Everything will go smoothly. I promise, and ill be right there by your side the whole time.” You exhaled and walked into the booth greeting the boys. “Thank you so much for doing this with me Y/N” Jimin beamed at you. You smiled as you relaxed, “no problem Jimin. Are you ready?” Tae smiled as he watched you slightly shake your hands hoping that the air would help dry them of more quickly.

Jungkook: You knew what you were signing up for when you said yes to being jungkooks girlfriend. You knew about the fans, the long days and nights away from him, the tours, the fan meets, the sleepless nights, him not eating much, him being gone most of the time, hi wanting to record you and have you help him out with songs and his Golden Closet Productions. You knew that he was adventurous and spontaneous, but you never took him for someone who would be down for bungee jumping. You shouldve seen it coming and you shouldve known that eventually he would want to go bungee jumping, but he never mentioned it, never even hinted at it, but now here you are, in the car with the rest of the boys, on your way to go bungee jumping. You, Jin, and Hobi were talking about how scared you guys were and how yall really didnt wanna do this, while Jungkook and Tae were talking about how much they wanted to do this and couldnt wait to arrived at the place. Jimin and Namjoon were indifferent about it. They werent scared or excited. They didnt know how to feel, honestly. Yoongi, was sleeping, as usual. On car rides he’d rather catchup on some much needed sleep. As the car pulled up to the area where you’d be jumping to your death you took in a sharp breathe and got out of the car. You walked with Hobi on your right while kookie was on your left. Once you walked up to the instructor you look down over the cliff. At least theres water so if the cord breaks youll have water to land in versus the cold hard ground. “Whatcha thinkin ‘bout hun?” Jungkook asked from behind you making you jump. “Just thanking the higher gods above that theres water underneath this bridge.”Jungkook laughed as he grabbed your hand. “No, please dont hold my hand.” You whispered as you tried to take your hand back. “Why?” Jungkook looked at you with so much confusion. “Im so nervous that my hands are sweating uncontrollably and i dont want you to hold my hand cause thats gross and you shouldnt have to hold my sweaty hands.” “I’m your boyfriend, and one of the best perks of dating you is getting to hold your hands so thats exactly what im going to do. Hold your hand. Sweat or no sweat. I love you. No lets go bungee jumping. I really wanna see you scream your heart out.” Jungkook laughed while pulling you over to the instructor so you can get all ready to go up and jump. “Uhh, i have a question before i go up there. Can i jump with my boyfriend?” The instructor thought about it for a minute. “Sure, why not?” and with that he let Jungkook on the platform with you.