#so for his pajamas I drew one of my pairs on him lol

[jam-budz]

So I read “your guts in my mouth” by felixcantfathom and what can I say… It’s one of my favorite fics! Therefore, I made some fan art for it. I picked my favorite parts :) (Author, thanks for giving me permission!!)

TW: Minor gore

[fluffyzoey]

Warm Me Up - Nischa OneShot

The power is out in Uranium City. Mischa goes to spend the night with Noel, so he’s not cold in his drafty basement. Fluff ensues.

No tws! Enjoy!

The power in Uranium City rarely ever went out. Was it because the town was fairly devoid of trees so nothing was there to hit the power lines? Or maybe because a power outage would be too interesting and whatever deity was out there would not wish that on the town where nothing ever happened? As far as Noel Gruber knew or cared, the latter was more likely. 

So whenever it did happen, which was barely once, maybe twice a year, Noel had a plan. 

Step 1: light a few candles

Step 2: cuddle up in bed

Step 3: pull out a copy of a classic novel and read the night away

Foolproof. Even a power outage could become a special occasion for him. So on a Saturday night in mid January, he was ready as soon as the lights started to flicker. 

As the scent of lavender and lemongrass rose in the room, Noel glanced outside the window. Snowflakes the size of quarters were drifting down from the heavens in heaps and heaps, coating the ground in a blanket of frosty white. The window was glazed with ice, though Noel was warm and toasty in his pile of blankets and pillows.

He cracked open an ancient copy of Jane Eyre, kicked his feet up, and breathed in the sweet scents of flowers and citrus. Nothing could possibly have ruined this excellent night. 

Something ruined his excellent night. 

Noel was only three chapters into his fifth re-read of Jane Eyre when he felt a vibrating sensation in one of his pockets. A text message. 

Mischa: Noel can I come over

Noel quickly texted back. For as little as he seemed to care about life, as nihilistic and sometimes pessimistic as he could be, he drew the line at Mischa. 

Noel and Mischa had grown close over the last few months. It wasn’t like Noel liked him or anything, just loved the way Mischa’s warm brown eyes melted him, the feeling of Mischa’s strong arms snaking around his body for a hug, the way his hair sometimes swung in his eyes, the way his head bobbed whenever he listened to music, the stupid lopsided smile on his face when he showed Noel a new rap, how his voice sounded when he was concerned…

Okay, maybe Noel liked him…a little bit. 

Noel: Yes, use the back door tho, front walkway is real icy

Mischa: k

Noel glanced around the room. What could have been so urgent that Mischa needed to come over? 

Noel: everything ok?

Mischa: ig

Noel: liar

Mischa: im just cold 

Mischa: heater not working

Mischa: u have power?

Noel: no, but i have warm blankets and candles

Mischa: ofc u do

Noel: whats that supposed to mean lol?

Mischa: gay ass

Noel: no shit

Ah, there it was. A sinking reminder that Mischa was not, in fact, into guys. “Gay ass.” Almost an insult. Maybe worse? 

Mischa: ok almost there. Its cold out here. 

Noel: Are u not wearing a coat?

Mischa: I don’t have one

Noel: oh shit

Noel: doors unlocked for u, im in my room btw

Mischa: thx

Noel could hear the door swinging open. The house was old and also extremely small, meaning sounds on one end could be easily heard on the other. Footsteps pounded on the squeaky floorboards, a yawn, the rustle of clothing on skin. 

The bedroom door opened, and Mischa stepped into the dim candlelight. He was soaked head to toe, dressed in a pair of pajama pants with dogs on them and a t-shirt. 

Noel raised an eyebrow, concerned. “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

Mischa flicked a few remaining bits of snow from his pant leg. “It is not, but it was all that was clean.”

“Why are you all wet?” Noel stood up, facing Mischa. “You look like you almost drowned!”

“Fell on your icy as fuck driveway and landed in a snow bank.” He grumbled. “My ass is gonna be sore for days.” 

“Careful what you say.” He chuckled.

 He reached out, hand brushing down Mischa’s arm. “I have some warmer 

pajamas you can wear if you want.” He gestured toward his closet. “Dryer too.” 

Mischa smiled his stupid lopsided smile again, but waved him off. “I would rather just sleep in my boxers if that’s not an issue.”

“It’s freezing cold, and you’re taking layers off?” Noel laughed. 

“Well, yeah. It is wet. And you said you have blankets, yes?” 

“Yeah, on my bed. You can sleep there I guess, I’ll go sleep on the couch or something.” 

Mischa cocked his head to one side. “It is freezing cold, and you are going to sleep without blanket on the sofa?” 

“...Touche. I’ll dig the air mattress out.” He suggested. “I’m  pretty sure it’s in the basement.” 

“No need.” Mischa insisted. “I will sleep on floor. Just toss me down an extra pillow maybe?” 

Noel sighed. This wasn’t going anywhere. “Nobody’s sleeping on the floor. Look, Mischa, I know it might be awkward, but you can share my bed if you want. It’s probably warmer than the couch, and it’s big enough that you won’t even have to touch me if you so wish.” 

It suddenly occurred to Noel that he’d been staring at the floor for the past few moments of their conversation. He finally looked up at Mischa to see a blush spread across the taller boy’s face. He was also shaking from the cold. Noel himself was shivering a bit–winter in Uranium City was no laughing matter, especially with no heating. 

“Get out of those wet clothes and get in bed.” He demanded. “I won’t move my big gay ass any closer than it needs to be.” He joked. Mischa just blushed harder. 

“Thank you, Noel. This is much better than drafty old basement already.” He took off his shirt, revealing light curls of chest hair. Then he removed his pajama bottoms, and Noel kindly averted his eyes until Mischa was safely covered in blankets. 

“Comfy?” Noel slipped into bed beside Mischa, careful that no part of his body touched the Ukrainian. “You look a lot better now.”

“I am. Thank you, Poet. For everything.”

Woah, woah…Poet? What was that all about? Noel’s mind raced a million miles a minute, his face flushing redder than a cherry. He shifted side to side, debating moving closer to Mischa. 

A draft from the leaky ceiling solved this dilemma for him. The cold air came barreling at him like a racehorse, sending a shiver down Noel’s spine. Mischa tenderly wrapped an arm around him. 

“Stay close. We must remain warm, right?” Mischa laughed slightly. Noel smiled up at him. “That’s right. You don’t mind, do you?” 

“Poet, I have dreamed of this moment for months. You are clueless, aren’t you?”

Noel was confused. “What?” 

“I have been flirting with you for weeks! This whole sleepover thing was just one great big ploy to sleep in bed with you!” Mischa explained, sounding exasperated. “You are clueless as a bag of rocks.” 

Noel’s face went red once again. “You…like me? Like actually?”

Mischa nodded. “You are my man of words, Noel Gruber! I like you a hell of a lot!” 

The boys’ eyes met in the dim light that emanated from Noel’s candles. Mischa’s were a warm, chocolatey brown, and Noel’s were flecked with gold and grey. “You really are very beautiful, Poet.” Mischa’s voice was a husky whisper. “I hope you know that.” He cupped Noel’s face, and Noel nuzzled into his calloused hands. “You’re a lot gentler right now than you are at school.” He noted, and Mischa snorted.

“Can’t be gentle at school,” he explained, “Someone needs to act up. Keeps Ocean on her toes. I like bothering Ocean.” His eyes glimmered with his usual air of mischief, which warmed Noel’s heart. 

“Mischa,” Noel began warily, “Do you mind if I…if I kiss you? You know, consent and all that.” 

“Noel, Poet, you beautiful, perfect boy…You never need to ask.”

So, Noel hesitated for a moment, before sticking his head forward and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Mischa smirked. “You missed.”  

He barely gave Noel a split second to realize what he meant before locking lips with him, sliding Noel’s body toward himself. As their bodies and faces collided, the males became enveloped in each other’s embraces. Mischa’s lips parted slightly, and Noel, almost instinctively, slid his tongue in, exploring Mischa’s mouth. It tasted almost like cheap vodka, a flavour Noel was not accustomed to, though he guessed, in his highly pleasured state, that he would be soon. 

Mischa broke the kiss, looking into Noel’s eyes again. This lasted for mere seconds before Noel has buried his face into Mischa’s chest, eyelashes fluttering down over those hazel-brown orbs, drifting off into slumber. 

“Hey, Poet?” he murmured, one more time. 

Noel shifted slightly. “Mhm?”

“Thank you for warming me up.” 

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hello Atlas! I see you write x Male Reader! And Trans Reader!

I would LOVE to see some Spencer Reid or Aaron Hotchner with a Male or Trans Reader (your pick <3)! Maybe something fluffy, like spending time to relax and destress after a super bad day during a case? Sharing a room in the hotel and reminding each other that even on the worst days, things will be okay again <3

So I’m not sure if it’s that fluffy? I tried lol so I’m hoping you like it! Hotch is probably out of character so sorry about that eheh. Also idk if the ending is any good or if I like it but I’ve reread it so much my brain has gone to mush so I’ve decided to just post it lol. So I hope you like it, hopefully it isn’t too dreadful!

Warnings: mentions of a difficult case surrounding children, mentions of Foyet, none others that I can think of (let me know if I’ve missed anything!)

Word Count: 1168

It wasn’t often Aaron let people see his emotions. He preferred to hide behind a facade, a mask. Where people couldn’t read his emotion, he’d rather seem stoic and angry than vulnerable. There was something about vulnerability that made Aaron feel wrong. Most of the time anyway. He let himself be vulnerable with you.

“Alright, we aren’t going to get anything more done tonight,” Rossi said, “None of us have slept since we got this case.”

Hotch looked at the file, not wanting to leave. He gave a small sigh, he knew Dave was right, “Alright, let’s go back to the hotel to get a good night's sleep and pick up where we’ve left off in the morning,”

Everyone gave a nod before beginning to pack their stuff up, ready to head back to the hotel, more than happy to get some sleep. You do so reluctantly, knowing the likelihood of a decent night’s sleep was unlikely for both you and Aaron. Kid cases always hit the team hard. Hotch in particular, you knew it reminded him of what could have happened to Jack with Foyet. You also knew that he desperately tried to hide it from the team.

When you all piled into the SUVs Rossi let you sit in the front, you gently placed your hand on Aaron's, giving it a small squeeze before moving to place your hand back into your lap. You didn’t want to push it and make him uncomfortable in front of some of the team. Aaron’s hand caught your wrist gently, settling it on his thigh. He clearly needed the comfort that your touch brought him. You knew the others in the car saw it, it was a bit hard to miss. No one commented on it though. Besides, you were eighty percent sure you could feel Rossi’s smirk from the back seat.

The ride to the hotel was silent, Hotch pulling up at the same time as Morgan, parking next to each other. Everyone was too tired to speak, they simply made their way to their hotel rooms. The hotel itself wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t the worst place they’d stayed in, although it wasn’t the nicest place either.

You and Hotch were sharing a hotel room, the team pretty much knew the two of you were a thing - you hadn’t formally said anything, but you didn’t do much to hide it either. They had very apologetically explained that two of you would have to share a room - something about a local market that drew in people from surrounding towns (you hadn’t been paying much attention). So the room kind of went to the two of you as default. Not that either of you were complaining.

Hotch stayed at the back of the group, rather than the front where he would usually walk, he wanted some time to think, to ease his mind. To try his best to forget the horrors of the case for the rest of the night. Ensuring to walk at his pace, you softly intertwined your fingers. You all said a brief goodnight to everyone before walking into your rooms, promising to meet at seven for breakfast the next day.

You gently took the briefcase out of Hotch’s hand, putting it at the end of his bed. “Aaron,” You said softly, gaining his attention. “Go have a shower, get into something comfortable, alright?” Aaron gave a soft nod, gathering his pajamas before heading into the bathroom. He was exhausted, running himself into the ground for the past two days. You have no idea how he was still walking around.

You flicked the kettle on, rummaging through your bag you pull out two mugs and some tea bags (as well as some sugar) and make two cups of tea. You make the tea to both your and Hotch’s liking before placing it on the bedside table in between your beds. Hopefully it would help him relax. Cases involved with children hit everyone hard, including yourself. But, you didn't mind putting your feelings on the back burner to help Aaron.

A few minutes later, Hotch stumbled out of the bathroom, still towel drying his hair, a pair of loose pajama bottoms and a baggy t-shirt. You gave Aaron a small smile as he sat on his bed. “I’ve made some tea,” You said, “I’m just going to have a shower and then we can relax, alright?”

You grabbed your pajamas before heading into the bathroom. You showered quickly before drying yourself off and slipping into your pajamas (spiderman themed) before walking out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Ignoring the way water dripped from your hair, narrowly missing your eyes, you walked over to Aaron, sitting beside him. “How are you feeling?”

“Worn down,” Aaron answered quietly, reaching for the tea and taking a small sip to test the temperature.

“You work too hard and don’t give yourself enough breaks,” You said warmly, gently rubbing your hand up his arm. Leaning into the touch, Aaron gave a half smile.

“You’re a very caring man, (Y/N),” He hummed, you shot him a grin kissing his cheek.

"Aren't you lucky?" You chuckled. "Tell me what's going on in the head of yours,"

"He's killed so many children... I can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough," Aaron mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. You take his hand, pressing a small kiss on his palm, holding it lightly in your grip after.

"Hey, you can't run yourself into the ground," You said, "You'll make yourself ill. Then you won't be able to help anyone,"

“I know,” Aaron sighed, “But I feel like I should be doing more,”

“You always give all you can,” You pointed out, “You can’t do much more than that,” 

Aaron smiled, taking a sip of his tea and gave a small hum, “You make a very good cup of tea,”

“Why thank you,” You grabbed the remote, turning the TV on before laying down on the bed. “What do you want to watch? Take your mind off of things,”

“I’m not bothered,” He said with a shrug, lowering himself down beside you.

“Hmm, how about Friends?” You suggested, “That’s always a good comfort show,” Aaron nodded.

“Sounds good,”

“Great,” You replied, selecting it before putting the remote down. “Come on,” You open your arms out, motioning with your hands for Aaron to come closer.

“What?” Aaron asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘what’? I want to cuddle, get over here,” You laughed, Aaron rolled his eyes but did so. Smiling to yourself, you press Aaron’s back tighter to your chest, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Aaron mumbled, “So much,” Turning and placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch the unsub,” You reassured. “Let’s get some sleep,”

Soon enough, friends faded out into the background as you both drifted off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter II: The Red Beanie Cutie]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, sexting, masterbation (m&f) + kinda guided masterbation (f), nudes/unsolicited pictures of *certain areas*

Chapter word count: 1.5k (relatively short chapter)

Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)

Min’s ho3: uh- hi? 👋🏻

this is minho’s “fine ass friend with the red beanie” 👁👁

shitshitshitshit SHIT.

Your mind was jumbled and your palms were sweaty. How the hell did I even get his number? You backtrack to an hour ago, back at the party….To when Minho asked for your phone.

...Minho…...

You bit your lip, trying to think logically. No no no. It’s probably not the red beanie cutie, Y/n. It’s probably just Minho being an ass again and pretending to be his friend. That’s it! At least...That’s what you hope.

Min’s ho3: uhh hello? you still there?

im hoping that this is the cutie who was babysitting hyunjin earlier lol

Your blood ran cold. You really didn’t want to believe it. No way was it really the red beanie cutie.

Me: If this REALLY is the cute boy with the red hat...send me a picture.

You sighed. This should prove something. Your phone ‘pinged’ a second later.

Min’s ho3: damn straight to the point, are you? youre a lot more bold than i thought

You shivered, turning red. As much as you wanted to fuck him, you didn’t want to look desperate.

Me: I meant an INNOCENT picture. Of your face, I mean.

Min’s ho3: uh- duh! that’s what i meant???

what did YOU think??

Your face burned at the thought of misinterpreting his “innocent” message.

Me: Just thought I had to clarify for you! Nasty

Min’s ho3: whatever you say, babe 😙🤪

You gave him a minute for him to respond, putting down your phone to give yourself a breather. You sincerely hope that this was Minho cause that option is MUCH better than accidentally texting the person you’re thirsting over. After about 30 seconds, your phone pinged twice. One from Min’s hoe...and one from Minho ho ho. Oh dear lord.

You decided to read Minho’s messages first. Tapping on his notification, the phone directed you to your chat, revealing the conversation you two had during the party.

Minho ho ho 😼: You’re welcome 😉

You were seriously panicking at this point. Your fingers tapped onto the keyboard like a madman. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug Minho or murder that bitch.

Me: shutupshutupshutup You did NOT

Minho ho ho 😼: Oh but I did, my dear best friend haha gross

Better play your cards correctly, sweetie. Just keep in mind...he asked for your number!

His name is Jisung btw! Be nice to him! He’s a shy, sensitive boy. I’ll kill you if you make him sad!

You ignored Minho’s last sentence and nearly squealed at the information, trying to play it cool. You giddily switched to Jisung’s tab. Huge mistake. You should’ve prepared yourself, at least a little. You knew he was hot but the picture he sent you? Oh boy. His hair, which you now know is blond under that beanie, was tousled, falling perfectly on his gorgeous face. In the picture, he was now wearing a grey hoodie and posed like a model, the expression had was absolutely fierce. Oh yeah, he knows he’s hot shit.

Min’s ho3: *image*

it’s a little messy. srry i tried making it a little nicer for you, you know. since you’re a photography major and all that.

Me: No, It’s fine!! I think you look hot! 👍

You wanted to slap yourself. Oh Lord, please end me. Your phone lit up with another text.

Min’s ho3: oh really? 😏

well i think you’re hot too, y/n 😉😚

AHHHHHH

Me: Wait how’d you know my name? And my major?

Minho’s ho3: uhhh you are minho’s friend right??? cause that’s what he told ME and i’m really hoping he didn’t give me the wrong number…

cause honestly. it is something he would legit do alkskdjks

Me: Rest assured. This really is Y/n the photography major

Min’s ho3: well y/n the photography major

i’m jisung and i think youre hot too

and not to be nsfw or anything but i’d like to fuck you too 😉😉

ohmygoshohmygosh. This is really happening. Taking the little bit of confidence you had, you texted him something you thought was bold.

Me: Oh really now? Think you can fuck me good, pretty boy?

Min’s ho3: oh baby i know i’ll have you seeing stars

fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything but me and me only

You had to put down your phone to take another breather. Now, not only were your palms wet but so was between your legs. You’ve never texted with anybody like this but there’s a first time for everything, right? Your dominant hand slid down to your pajamas to tease your clit over the cotton material. Shy, my ass…

Min’s ho3: wait wait wait. before we do anything, just let me confirm something

you are single, right? youre not dating hyunjin or anything??

You stopped your movements on your clit. Am I seeing this right? You reread the message a few more times before bursting out in laughter.

Me: HAHAHAHAHA NO WE’RE NOT

Hyunjin’s my best friend. Been friends since we were 5. Dating Hyunjin would be like dating your brother ew

Min’s ho3: LOL OKAY OKAY. just making sure

infidelity is NOT my thing

You were heart warmed. He made sure you weren’t with anyone before getting nasty. Which shouldn’t make you so touched, it should be a basic common courtesy, but nonetheless, it still made you happy knowing he’s a respectable person.

Min’s ho3: okay now that i know i can have you

do you still want to continue?

Me: Yes daddy ;)

Min’s ho3: oh fuck okay

since you left so early, we didn’t get to talk, beautiful

we could’ve been fucking right now instead of texting

Me: Well...we could do both

Your hand went back to your clit, this time reaching inside your bottoms.

Me: You make me so horny baby

I want you

Min’s ho3: already touching yourself babe? how naughty

I barely even said anything but here you are. playing with yourself like some desperate whore

You whimpered, putting more pressure on your clit. You were never that into degrading but with Jisung? You’d gladly take it any day.

Me: Please tell me what to do sir

Min’s ho3: finger yourself. only one finger tho

You removed your pajamas and panties and flung them to the floor. You rubbed your thigh with one hand and slowly moved it to your sopping core. Gathering your wetness, you fondled yourself before inserting your middle finger inside you. “Hmm...fuck,” you moaned. With your other hand, you checked Jisung’s text when you saw your phone light up.

Min’s ho3: are you doing it baby?

Me: Yes sir

Min’s ho3: really? good. keep playing with yourself

i’ll tell you when i want you to stop

You sighed, pumping your finger. You wanted to enjoy it but it wasn’t enough. You definitely needed something more than just one mere finger. You contemplated whether or not you should disobey Jisung and grab your dildo from between your mattress. But you also wanted to see how much he could make you cum with just his words.

Min’s ho3: one finger babe?

You moved your phone and angled it to show your pussy. You wanted to moan seeing your finger deep inside you. Snapping a pic and sending it to Jisung, you threw your phone beside you and started pumping your middle finger faster, circling your clit with your thumb. Immediately, your phone lit up again.

Min’s ho3: fuck baby you’ll be the death of me

you know what? add two more fingers for me, beautiful. you deserve it

You cried, slipping your pointer and ring finger into your core. Now you definitely feel a lot fuller. You pumped your fingers in and out, breathing heavily. You felt so dirty, taking orders like this from a man you barely even knew. There was something so erotic about the whole thing that it drew you closer to your orgasm.

Jisung, on the other hand, was going insane as well; who wouldn’t be when he’s sexting with the most attractive person he’s ever seen? His right hand pumped his cock like a maniac. He was sweating, biting his thin lips so that no noise can come out, potentially waking up his hyungs. He knew he would die of embarrassment if they caught him masterbating to someone he just met today-or just masterbating in general-but it was getting harder to control himself. Especially with that little surprise photo? Shit- he thought he was in heaven, feeling like he would cum in that moment. The sound of a notification from his phone made his grab it from his desk.

Y/n the cute photographer: Closr! I’m so fuckinf ckose

Wsnna cum si bad

Me: yeah? then cum fir me y/n

With Jisung’s permission, you let your release taint your once clean bed. You shook as you orgasmed, moaning so loud you were glad your roommate was out of town. Once you finished, you slowly pulled your fingers out, wincing when the emptiness kicked in. You laid like a dead fish, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm was so intense that you almost immediately fell asleep. Almost. A notification from Jisung shook you out of your trance.

(3) new message(s) from Min’s ho3

Min’s ho3: *image*

look how much you drive me mad, baby

hm you’re probably tired now after hopefully cumming so much so i’ll leave you...goodnight, y/n! hope you sleep well tonight cutie 😚

You sighed in frustration. How dare he switch from daddy to baby so fast. How are you supposed to sleep when he sent you a clear, mouthwatering image of his dick and abs covered in his cum?

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[goldenroutledge]

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pairing: qb!topper thornton x ex!girlfriend reader

word count: 3.7k

warning(s): swearing, angst, insecurity, mentions of cheating, men 🙄🙃😔, mentions of sex, underage drinking, breakup blues lol, just a bunch of sad feels

a/n: part 2 of damage! also, ‘StuCo’ means student council incase anyone is confused. enjoy :)

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© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

The room felt cold and the colors appeared duller than usual as you woke up Saturday morning. The events from the previous night never left your mind, as the image seemed to replay constantly. It was a miracle you were even able to fall asleep in the first place, but the tears you cried had exhausted you beyond belief.

In fact you could’ve sworn you didn’t have any tears left to cry, but that would soon be disproven. You unconsciously shuddered at the sight you saw in the mirror. Hair a mess, puffy, bloodshot eyes, and not even a trace of happiness anywhere on your expression. The clock read 1:34 in the afternoon, which drew a sigh from your lips.

At least it’s not Monday, you thought, not even beginning to fathom being around people at this time. Sitting in front of your vanity, the idea of putting on any makeup didn’t seem appealing. You wanted to feel pretty and just get over it, but the tears that began to fall made it harder. “Fuck.” You mumbled, giving up on the makeup part for now.

Maybe it wasn’t the day, maybe you needed time. But time was valuable, and you sure as hell didn’t want to be wasting it in a state of sorrow and self-pity. Your legs took you out to the kitchen before your mind could catch up, grabbing a pint of your favorite ice cream from the freezer.

“Dear, God! You look rough...” Your younger cousin Tyler observed. He had moved in with your family when your aunt sent him away. The glare you shot him was menacing and he was a tiny bit frightened by the look in your eyes. He was fourteen, but still got on your nerves like he was four.

“Not now, Tyler. Don’t you have friends to be with or something?”

“What the hell crawled up your ass?” He joked.

You didn’t respond immediately, finding a spoon and digging right in. “What do you mean?”

“What happened? You look like you haven’t showered in days, it’s almost 2pm and you’re just waking up, and you’re eating ice cream for brunch.”

“Very observant, Tyler.” You nodded, pointing the spoon towards him for a moment of false pride.

“What happened? Who died?” He pushed.

“No one. Just my relationship.” You shrugged. He was silent for a few minutes, his brain processing everything.

“You and Topper? You guys broke up?” You hummed in confirmation, not feeling like saying it out loud. Because that would make it real, as crazy as that sounded. You wanted to think of it as a bad dream, but the painfully slow day was all the reminder you needed. “Dare I ask why?” He hesitated.

“Nope.” You told him before returning to your room, ice cream and spoon in hand. You hadn’t even had the energy to check your phone, figuring it couldn’t be anything you’d be interested in dealing with anyway. You turned on your comfort show and ate your ice cream like nobody’s business.

Until there was harsh knocking at your window, which only made you wonder who on earth was on the other side. Hopefully not Topper, thinking you would even talk to him. It was still so fresh that the conversation would be salt on an open wound. To your surprise it was Kourtney all along, still relentlessly banging on your window and calling your name.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, opening the window for her.

“Where’ve you been? I called you like a thousand times!”

You looked around the room for your phone, but it wasn’t visible in your currently messy room. “I’ve been here...?” You replied.

“Eating ice cream in your pajamas on a Saturday afternoon? You poor thing!” She lightly gasped, before pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“I assume you’ve heard?”

“Of course I have! It’s literally all everyone’s been talking about! I’ll give you a pass on not hearing it from you first, because clearly you’re a hot mess right now. No offense.”

You couldn’t even form an offended expression like you usually would’ve in this situation. “None taken. Ice cream?” You offered. “Called the grocery store and had a boatload of it delivered.”

“How about we get you cleaned up a bit first?”

“Tried that, I’m saving it for tomorrow.”

Kourtney sighed. “If you insist. Grab me a spoon.”

-

The remainder of the weekend passed by slowly, but it wasn’t as hard as you had anticipated. With Kourtney pretty much camping out with you, your spirits were lifted and it turns out that was just what you needed. A lot of online shopping and blasting Taylor Swift breakup songs later, Monday had arrived and you weren’t dreading it at all.

You couldn’t let this hold you back, and as comfortable as your bed was, you needed to get out of it. “Omg!” Kourtney shrieked from behind you as you rummaged through your locker. “You look great.” She complimented.

“Thanks, Kourt. One of the new outfits I bought over the weekend, remember?”

“Yeah, thank God for overnight shipping. Everyone’s eyes are gonna be on you alllll day long. I knew you could pull it off.”

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. “It’s just an outfit.”

“Just an outfit? You’re debuting ‘Y/n, the-brand-new-independent-don’t-need-a-man-for-shit-Y/l/n’. It’s like a new era pretty much.”

“Whatever, I’m still the same person. Single or not.”

“Do you even know who you are without him? You guys have been attached at the hip since forever. We need to change your look even more. Maybe we can dye your hair for starters?”

You thought about what she said for a moment, and found some clarity to her questions. No, maybe you didn’t quite know how to be without Topper. But doing literally everything together for years, who would? “No, and no. My hair will stay just the way it is.”

“Well, my offer is still out there if you reconsider.”

A small whistle was heard from behind you before you could respond to your friend. His arm snaked around your shoulders before you quickly threw it off of you, being face to face with Cody. One of Topper’s teammates. “Hey, sweetheart. Heard you’re single now and I thought you might be interested in getting a taste of the Hi-C.”

Hi-C. A stupid nickname Cody gave himself that eventually caught on, but nobody could be bothered to be impressed. “Fuck off, Cody. She doesn’t want you.” Kourtney interjected.

“Chill, Kourt. Let the pretty lady answer for herself. Besides, I bet you could use some company. Aren’t you lonely, Y/n?”

“Not that lonely.” You emphasized. “Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’ve lost my every ounce of self-respect and dignity. And sleeping with a guy who named himself after a fruity soda doesn’t exactly align with that.”

“Well, maybe I’ll try again next week. See ya, Y/n.”

“Asshole.” You mumbled under your breath, turning the other direction.

“What a dick.” Kourtney scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s so disgusting. Men assuming any girl will drop to their knees for them at the snap of their fat, dirty fingers.”

You laughed at her words. “Yeah, the good ones are few and far between.”

“You know, I have an idea. It’s the perfect time for it, too.”

“What idea?” You inquired.

She shrugged and smirked at you. “You’ll see.” Kourtney winked, before leaving you on your own with curious thoughts.

-

Football practices for the boys were beginning to become longer and more frequent now. They were good, but starting to become a bit too comfortable in their pride that they had been slacking on effort. “While you idiots are partying and skipping practices, the other teams are training to beat you. I need your heads in the game.” Coach Baker started from the locker room. None other than Brett’s dad was the head football coach, and probably the sole reason Brett even made it on the team at all.

Once the players were done with a long and draining practice, Topper felt himself looking around for you. He was quick to remember you wouldn’t be coming. You wouldn’t go home to have a tiny picnic of sandwiches and lemonade together, just because you knew how much he loved lemonade as well as hot and sunny days.

He could say he loved them so much because they reminded him of you in a sense. The way the sun illuminated everything around it just as you had. He saw you like an angel. Always glowing and spreading your joy to the people around you with a simple flash of your contagious smile, or a second or two of your contagious laughter.

The way the flowers bloomed under the sun made him think of your beauty, and how he got so damn lucky. Not to mention the feeling of the heat, and how you made him feel warm and tingly inside just like the sun did. When he had lost you is when he truly realized all of the unconscious connections he made from you to every other beautiful thing in life. He knew he was the one to blame for everything, and his life’s mission from then forward was to change the way things were.

-

The next morning, Topper was met with Brett rushing up to him. “What the fuck, man? What did you do?”

“What do you mean?” Topper asked cluelessly.

“None of the girls are speaking to us, they’re on some sort of strike against the team. Now thanks to you we probably won’t be getting that new equipment with them all turned against us, and more importantly I won’t be getting laid tonight. All because you cheated on Princess Y/n.” Brett sighed.

“What the fuck.” Topper mumbled, closing his eyes. “I’ll talk to her.” He knew what he needed to do, as bad as it was for this to be the first conversation you guys had since Friday night.

Truthfully, the whole strike thing was all Kourtney’s idea. But it was no secret that Topper wasn’t getting treated as highly as he used to, and more people were being extra nice to you now. Even going as far to buy you breakup pastries, which you thought was a bit ridiculous.

His blue eyes caught sight of you further down the hallway, and took a deep breath before approaching you. “Y/n, I need to talk to you.” Silence. Ignoring him was the best policy as opposed to having a screaming match in the middle of the school. “It’s serious, Y/n, please.” He asked once again.

“It always is, Topper.” You stated plainly. He hated the tone of your voice, how once it was lighthearted and full of love and now it was anything but. You had walked wherever your legs could take you, ending up in a more secluded hallway of the school to avoid the stares from others at the sight of you two talking.

“What’s this whole strike thing about? Y/n, all I ask is that you keep our personal life out of everything else.”

“There is no ‘our’ anymore. You made that perfectly clear already. And it’s not even my strike, it was Kourtney’s idea.”

“Well, can you at least put a stop to it? It’s one thing to hate me but this is effecting my entire team.”

“If you want to address Kourtney about it, fine. But I’m not StuCo president so I really don’t have any control over it.” You explained. “And while you’re at it, tell your boy Cody to stay the hell away from me.”

And with that you were gone, shaking off the short interaction. Topper made sure to get Kourtney’s attention before the end of the day, waiting for her beside her locker. “What do you want?” She scoffed once she caught sight of him.

“Call off the strike. You know the football team needs that money, and you’re only doing it in solidarity of your BFF just to piss me off.”

“Actually, your entire team is filled with misogynistic assholes so I really don’t feel like swaying the decision any other way. Not to mention the cheating douchebags, too.” Kourtney corrected, looking Topper dead in the eyes.

“Yeah, I fucked up, okay. Do you think I enjoy this?”

“Save it, Topper. You’re pathetic.”

-

For the rest of the afternoon, your words to him about Cody replayed in his mind, which only made him wonder what he had said or done to you. Regardless, he surely wasn’t gonna let him get away with any of it. When he entered the locker room for practice, Topper figured he should handle it sooner rather than later. “Cody!” He hollered.

“Yeah?”

“The fuck are you doing with Y/n, man? Stay away from her.”

“Why should I? I thought y’all called it quits.” He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

“Look, I care about her a lot. If I hear anything else I won’t hesitate to beat the smart-ass right out of you.” Topper warned as Cody raised his arms in surrender.

“Enough said, QB. She ain’t that special.” He smiled slyly to piss Topper off before pushing past him.

-

“Kourtney!” You shouted, getting into her Range Rover after school. “What’s the whole StuCo thing about? Topper came up to me today.”

“That imbecile.” She murmured as she pulled off. “What an idiot. He was practically begging me to give the football team the money, but I don’t know.”

“Maybe you should.” You suggested.

“Seriously? After all he’s done to you?”

“I mean, yeah. Sure we might not be friends or anything but I don’t want anything bad for him, you know.”

Kourtney stayed silent, knowing this probably was still a sensitive conversation for you to have. Once she pulled in your driveway, she finally spoke. “I’ll see what I can do, Y/n. Only for you, though.” You smiled sincerely, before walking into your house.

-

Through the end of the week, both you and Topper were struggling. He couldn’t keep his head in the game as much as he tried to, because something was missing. And the void grew bigger as each day passed.

You had come across his letterman jacket hanging in your closet fresh as ever, and you started sobbing. Not even sure why, either. ‘It’s just a jacket’, you kept telling yourself. Of course in the back of your mind you knew the jacket made you think all about him. Hell, it even still smelled like him despite the many times you wore it.

Staring at the jacket turned into the rest of the clothes he kept at your house, along with the many pictures you still had up, as well as every gift or letter he had given you. The breakdown you had last Friday night seemed to repeat itself. Somewhere in the middle, you shattered the glass of the frames that held the fondest pictures of you both. Looking happy as ever. You envied the smiling girl in those pictures, because you certainly couldn’t find her anywhere in the mirror right now.

Topper felt almost identical, although you would never know it. Tonight was his first game of the entire year without your pregame ritual. No congratulations kiss or anyone to be there for him afterwards. His parents couldn’t give a shit, and now that he didn’t have you, he had no one. Kildare had lost. But how could they have won when Topper’s mind was anywhere but the game. His teammates and coach berated him but he drowned them out, because he could only think of you. He could’ve sworn he was dreaming as he saw the text lighting up his phone.

y/n <3: you can come by to pick up your stuff if you want.

You had sent the text in hopes his team would’ve won and he’d be too busy celebrating to come by your house. Your parents took the night to go out and your cousin was with his friends hanging out after the game. So in the small chance he were to come, you wouldn’t be distracted for the first time in what felt like a long time.

topper: i’ll see you in 10.

Well, shit. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. He’d be in and out of your house in no time and you could close this door once and for all. The sound of his Jeep pulling up made you nervous, but you had to get this over with. With a shaky hand you opened your front door. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You both acknowledged, before you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. He followed you through the oh so familiar home to your bedroom, as if he didn’t know where it was.

Your room looked different without the polaroids or disposables of the two of you that used to cover the walls. Instead they were plain. “You’re watching this again?” Topper asked in an attempt to lighten the mood as he saw your comfort show displayed on the TV.

“At least my show won’t stab me in the back.” The words fell bitterly from your lips before you could stop yourself, which gained a small sigh from him.

“So, where’s my stuff?” He asked before you pulled a large black box out from your closet.

“You can check the fireplace for the rest of it.” You quipped, which made him chuckle a bit. Next you handed him a smaller white box, filled with the pictures and letters you couldn’t bear to look at.

“What’s this?” His eye caught a nice, dark brown picture frame before he picked it up off of the dresser. His face dropped at the sight of you two, close together at Disney World. The crack in the glass down the middle, splitting between the two of you, sending an identical crack in both of your hearts as you stood there in a sorrow silence.

Before you could let the forming tears drop from your eyes, you spoke up. “You can go through it all I guess, and just leave what you don’t want. I’m gonna get some fresh air so, um, you can see yourself out.” Without hesitation you hurried to the wine cellar of your house, grabbed a bottle and headed to your favorite spot on the property.

He felt bad, knowing just the spot you were headed to. A secluded area close to the water but in a private place, where you wouldn’t be seen. The amount of times you both spent out there were countless and he longed for that again. Even for just one last time. “I thought you’d be out here.” You heard softly from behind you.

Your hands wiped the tears falling from your eyes before he could see, but he didn’t have to. He knew. You only shrugged your shoulders and placed the bottle on the sand beneath you, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. Including the promise ring he had given you, a small but beautiful diamond on it. You just never had the heart to take it off.

“I need to say something. I know you probably don’t want to hear it but I need you to hear it before I go.” You nodded, giving him the go ahead and mentally preparing yourself. “I’m sorry that we broke up because of my mistakes and I can’t tell you how much I regret it. Fuck, I regret it a lot, Y/n. She just said she wanted a picture, she was wasted and then climbed onto my lap. I was so fucking out of it that I didn’t even realize what she was trying to do before I saw you standing there. I shouldn’t have allowed it, though. I should’ve never even drank that much and I should’ve listened to you. If I did, we wouldn’t even be here. So I’m sorry. I’ve never regretted anything more, and now I have to live with it. I have to see you almost everyday, and not even give me a second glance. I have to live with the void. I’ll eventually have to see you move on. And it fucking kills me, Y/n. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

By now Topper had a few tears rolling down his cheeks as tears streamed down yours. You didn’t even care enough to stop them or wipe them away, choosing to let them fall freely into your lap. Even so, Topper thought you looked ethereal in the moonlight, and took in your every feature as it could very well be the last time he’d see you in this light.

You leaned a little closer towards his body, your shoulders touching. “Thanks. I appreciate your apology. Might take me some time to forgive you, though.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He swallowed harshly.

Some time passed before you spoke again. “Maybe we can be friends again someday, like old times.”

He shook his head, not wanting to bear the thought. “I can’t be friends with you again, Y/n. I know it’s selfish because I did this to us but being friends with you would make it worse I think. Not when I’m still in love with you. I mean, we’re alone, Y/n. It’s just you and me here. Tell me you’d be okay with us being friends.”

“Maybe you should go home, Topper.” Was all you could say in that moment, your throat feeling tight with the sobs that wanted to escape.

“I already am. Home stopped being a place when I found you.” He choked out. You let out a quiet sob at his painfully true words, and you wanted nothing more than to deny your feelings.

“I miss you.” You barely whispered.

“I miss you, too.”

After what felt like hours, neither of you wanted to move still. The last goodbye is always the hardest, and you weren’t ready for it. “I don’t want you to go.” You whispered faintly, clutching onto his bicep.

“I don’t have to.”

“Topper, I can’t get hurt by you again.” You regained a steady breathing pattern by now, though your heart was beating fast.

“You won’t. I promise you. I’ve never loved anyone or anything else this much.”

“You better not, Topper. And this doesn’t mean we’re back together, yet. You gotta win back my trust.”

He nodded, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll never let you go again, Y/n.”

Maybe it wasn’t goodbye yet after all.

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Mr. Pretty Face

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When you and Sam return to the motel after a drunken night out, the boys learn how you really feel about Dean.

Warnings: themes of alcohol, drunken karaoke, and just goofy random nonsense. Mentions of sexual feels, pining; implied Dean x reader. Fluff

A/N: I don’t know where this came from. lol. A random gif-inspired piece.  I would hope you recognize the song lyrics and references, so credit to Queen and Styx for those. Also slightly influenced by random moments from the tv shows New Girl and Mom haha.

“Alright, just a little bit further. Hey, be careful! Watch the—“

Sam huffed in frustration as you tripped over your own feet and stumbled into the doorframe, despite him supporting you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

“Owwww. Sam, I hit a wall...with my arm!” You drawled. “Why would they put a wall here? That’s a fun word— waaallll. A walllllll....”

You kept your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth and dragged out the “L,” giggling at the sound it made.

“Yeah, Y/N. Real funny word,” Sam sighed, glancing down at you with mild concern.

“Sammy, it’s Deeeeeaaaannnn!” you gasped. “Dean is here!”

You heard Dean chuckle as Sam helped you collapse on the bed closest to the door.

“I see you two had a fun night out.”

You rolled to your stomach upon hearing his voice, propping your elbows on the mattress and resting your head on your hands. Your feet were hanging off the bed, so you slowly alternated kicking each leg up and down.

“You’re pretty,” you observed.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean grinned. “I was gonna ask how drunk she is, but I guess that answers my question.”

“She, uh, decided to give karaoke a shot...” Sam carded his fingers through his hair, tucking his locks behind his ears and shaking his head. “Everyone loved it so much, they bought her drinks the rest of the night.”

You beamed and began humming. Letting your hands fall from beneath your chin, you bobbed your head as you wiggled your fingers in the air in front of you.

“Need something?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“ScaraMOUCH, ScaraMOUCH, will you do the FanDANGO?” You rolled to your back and pointed finger guns at the ceiling with each syllable you sang. “THUNDER BOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING MEEEE--”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before scooping you into his arms to slide you up the bed during your “Galileos.” You sank into the pillows, rolling your head side to side as you continued singing and conducting your invisible orchestra.

“She did Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“That explains the air piano solo,” Dean remarked.

The boys stood on either side of the bed and helped you out of your boots, socks, and flannel while you squirmed and finished the rest of your performance between fits of giggles. Sam lifted you once more so Dean pulled back the covers and tuck you in. He worked his way up your legs to your torso, tucking the fabric beneath you to make it at least a little more difficult for you to roll out of bed. When he was within your reach, you stretched a hand out and gently poked the tip of his nose.

“Boop.”

“I’m glad you had fun tonight. Wish I would’ve thought to record all of this to show you in the morning.”

“You’re so hip, Dean. Hip--that’s a fun word too. Hip, hip, hippp. ‘Pics or it didn’t haaappeeen.��“

Dean glanced over at Sam and they burst into laughter again at your behavior.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Welcome to my world. All night.”

“Ah, relax, Sammy. Think of how many times she’s had to take care of us--drunk or not. We don’t get the whole...cute, laughing, carefree thing very often.”

“Ewwwww, pantsssss,” you groaned, kicking away the covers.

Dean crossed the room wordlessly and began digging through your bag.

“Sam! Pssst, Sammyyyy,” you whispered loudly. “Don’t freak out...but I think your brother just said I’m cute.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shhhhhh! He’s gonna hear you! Quick! Close your eyes so he can’t hear me.”

You covered your eyes with your hands and peeked at Sam between your fingers. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a hard line to conceal his smile. 

“I don’t think that’s how that... Actually, you know--nevermind. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll try to be more quiet.”

“’S’okay. Wanna know a secret?”

“Uh, well, I--”

“Secret, secret-- I’ve gotta sssecret,” you slurred as you sang again. “I wanna have the sex with your brothaaa.”

Across the room, Dean had still been smiling at your drunken rants. His amused expression became one of surprise as he creased his forehead and his eyebrows leaped toward his hairline. He drew in a deep breath, but otherwise stood motionless and gaping at your admission.

“That’s, uh...that’s nice, Y/N.” Sam swallowed uncomfortably and placed a bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside you. “Maybe that’s something you should talk to him about.”

“I wanna have SEX with Deaaannn!”

“Okay--you, know what? On that note, I’m taking a shower and heading to bed. Dean, switch me beds and just...yeah. I’m officially passing her off to you.”

Sam scurried to the shared bathroom and quickly closed the door behind him. Your eyelids were growing heavy, but you grinned and waved when you slipped out of your drunken haze long enough to spot Dean again. He smiled at you gently and returned to your side with some clothes in hand.

“Alright. C’mon, Freddie Mercury. Let’s get you ready for bed,” he murmured as he began undoing your jeans with nimble fingers.

“Bowchicka wow wow.” You winked at him, kicking off your jeans ungracefully and giggling when they remained tangled at your ankles. “Look! No paaaantsss.”

“I see that.”

“Does that mean sexy times, says me, plus you?”

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” 

He helped you slip on your favorite pair of pajama shorts, then swapped out your tank top with one of his old t-shirts. When you “booed” and pouted your bottom lip out, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Get some sleep, Y/N. Believe me...we’re gonna revisit this conversation tomorrow when I know it’s you talking and not all the booze. Deal?”

“Dealio Dean-io.”

Dean walked toward the door, making sure Sam had locked it properly before he turned off the lights. Leaving the lamp on the bedside table on for his brother, he crawled into bed beside you. He settled comfortably into the mattress and stretched an arm out, pulling you toward him so you could nestle into his chest.

“G’night, Y/N.”

“Night, Mr. Pretty Face,” you mumbled.

His chest rumbled beneath your ear as he chuckled quietly to himself. The feeling of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his soft humming were the last things you remembered as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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loving you is the antidote

Summary:

Harry  meet you at the gala and you both spent the whole night talking. He didn't get your number and he thought that was the end of you both, but later you both found your way back to each other while filming the Golden music video in italy.

Warning: fluff

Word count: 3.9k

Title: loving you is the antidote

Pairing: harry styles x reader

author note: been waiting to post this lol

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Here's how it started.

You woke up to your alarm blaring. Any other day you would hate that, but today you were quite grateful for it. You were going to the met gala for the first time in your career as a model. It was exciting.

You hopped out of the bed. Before you left your room you grabbed your phone before walking down the hallway to the kitchen. 

It was 11 in the morning, birds were chirping and the sun was casting light on your kitchen. It felt nice against your skin as you pulled out your cereal and milk. You walked over to the island and took a seat and began to eat your breakfast while you scrolled through Instagram. 

You didn't notice it at first, but you got a dm from someone you really adored. When you finally noticed, you gasped loudly

It was Harry Styles

You just couldn't believe it. The spoon in your hand, feel from your fingers as you pressed his contact. A message popped up and you began to read them.

Hi it's Harry styles. I just wanted to say I really admire what you do. I hope we can meet if you're going to the met gala tonight because I am. We can talk if you'll like, just really want to meet you. See you then hopefully. Love H.

The last bit made you smile a lot. You were really thinking about messaging him back, but you decided to surprise him until you got to the gala.

You finished up your breakfast with a racing heart. Harry styles out of all people liked what you did; he admired it. That made you shocked, at the same time giddy, also nervous. 

After you finished your breakfast, you got up from the table, placing your bowl in the sink. As soon as you turned your phone began to ring. Walking back to the table, you picked it up seeing that it was your manager Sara.

Quickly you picked up. "Hi Sara." You practically screamed into the phone. You already regret it. 

"Wow you're quite exciting. What happened? it's almost 9 in the morning, you're never this happy." Sara chuckled. You knew she was shaking her head. 

"Sorry Sara. It's just… I got a message from someone special today." 

"Ohh who?" She asked flirty. You laughed. "It was from harry styles. He wanted to see me at the met gala. He said he admired me." You began to beam as you remembered that message.

"Wow y/n lucky you." Sara laughed. "Well if you're going to see him at the gala then me and Jenny have to come over and get you ready." 

"I'm ready to get ready." You nodded even though she couldn't see you. "Okay well I'll see you in about…" Sara looked down at her watch. "In about an hour. I'll see you till then ok?" 

"Okay Sara." You said your good-byes to each other and ended the call. You exhaled after sitting your phone down on the kitchen counter. You were going to take a nice warm shower before Sara got here because it was always needed

You walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the bathroom. You inched over to the shower, turning the on knob to the hot water. While it got warm, You began to stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes, Harry styles still on your mind.

When you noticed you were daydreaming you quickly snapped out of it. "Gosh." You muttered to yourself. You turned to the shower seeing the glass steaming with fog. You began to strip from your pajamas until you were bare as the day you were born. 

Slowly you got under the warm shower. Your muscles relaxing as a sigh passed your lips. Water trickled down your skin as you stood under the shower head. It felt amazing, and you'll love to stay in there forever, but you had things you had to do and that wasn't an option.

You began to wash your body. After about 5 minutes you were satisfied by how clean you were and turned off the shower head. You got out, right after wrapping a towel over your damp body, before you walked over to your vanity to begin your morning routine. 

You bopped your head to Golden that was now blasting on your phone as you got yourself ready. You just loved Harry's angelic voice as he sang from his heart. 

You were so in your element you didn't notice Time was moving quickly. The doorbell rang making you jump slightly. You got up out of your vanity chair and Walked to the door.

Opening it, you were met with Sara and your makeup artist and stylist. "How are you y/n?" Jeffrey, your makeup artist, asked as you let them all in. "Um…" you drew a long breath. "Pretty good."

You shut the door behind you before turning to look at them. "That's amazing. I heard the very famous Harry styles adores you." He gave you wiggly eyebrows as he sat his makeup case down. You began to blush at his knowing. 

"Yes he does adore me. He wants to see me later which is pretty exciting." You clashed your hands together, smiling widely. Your stylist Maria laughed, "well take a seat. We're going to glam you up for this big day." You smiled at them and took a seat at your dining room table. "Work your magic."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

two hours later they were all done. Your makeup was done, so was your hair. You decided on a white Versace dress to wear to the gala because it made you feel sexy and look sexy. Your team agreed on that last statement when you walked out of your bedroom with it on.

"Oh my gosh y/n you look amazing honey." Jeffrey said. 

You twirled around, showing off the lace dress. "I love it, it looks so nice." Sara walked over to you. "Are you ready to go?" She smooths out the dress before looking at you.

"I'm more than ready." You said, beaming. "Alright then," Sara clashed her hands together. "Let's go then."

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The drive to the gala didn't take long. You were so giddy to go. It was probably mostly because of Harry. As you pulled into the driveway of the art museum, Jeffrey made sure your makeup was perfect before you even stepped out of the car. 

Sara stepped out first before a guard helped you out. You took a deep breath as you saw people everywhere. You put on a smile as the door was shut behind you. 

Slowly, you walked up the steps, the photographer calling your name for you to look at their camera. You posed, giving them every angle. 

You eventually reached the top of the stairs. Waiting up there was an interviewer wanting to interview you.

"Y/n, how are you?" She asked you, holding the microphone up to you. "I'm great. Really excited to be here." You looked at the interviewer, ready for her next question. 

"What are you wearing tonight?" 

"Um… I'm wearing versace. I've wanted to wear this dress forever. I'm very excited to be wearing it." You laughed at the end of the sentence before smiling. 

"Well it's your first time to the gala, are you excited to see anyone?" She looked at you, waiting for your answer. You were dying to say Harry styles, but you know what kinda drama that could start. So you said some other people you were actually excited to see. "I'm excited to see Blake lively and Zendaya." You kinda lied.

The interviewer went with it and asked you a few more questions before she ended. Sara then led you to where the party was. You breathed a sigh of relief, but your heart was beating fast. Harry styles could be anywhere in the building. That excited you a lot. A waiter came over to you with a glass of wine. You took it right after you thinked him. You stood in the back and looked around at the sea of people. They were dressed beautifully from head to toe. You felt kinda shitty because your dress wasn't much compared to others. But a voice made you forget about the others around you.

"You look stunning."

You turned to your left to see the one and only harry. Your eyes met with his emerald eyes and it felt like you both were the only two in the building. A smile appeared on Harry's face as he walked closer to you. The pit in your stomach filled with butterflies the hurted, but in the most amazing way.

 "How are darlin'?" Harry asked. "Um… I'm great." You were flustered and Harry noticed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite." He winked at you, making you giggle a little. 

"Uh so you want to talk?" You asked him,  sitting the champagne glass on the bar top that was behind you. Harry nodded lightly. "Yes, I would like to talk. Follow me."

Harry began to lead the way. You followed him, trying not to freak the hell out. Harry led you to a room where only a few people were. They were in their own little world so of course Harry brought you back there.

"Here sit beside me." Harry sat down in a chair and you sat in the one beside him. "So," Harry started, looking at you. "I just wanted to chat with you because you're pretty amazing."

You felt your face heat up at his words. "Thank you. You're pretty amazing yourself." Harry smiled, showing off his dimple. "Stopped, you're making me blush." 

You chuckled at him. "No seriously you are. Your singing is unbelievably amazing and it just makes me forget about the world and smile." You looked off into the distance as you thought about those nights where you were belching lights up in your house by yourself.

"Thank you for making music." You turned back to Harry seeing him look at you with a smirk. "You're a doll. Well I'm going to say your modeling is awesome. I hope that doesn't sound weird but yeah it is."

“No it’s not. Thank you again.” 

You and Harry kept talking. You both were flirting with each other like crazy. You would notice Harry's eyes falling to your lips as you talked. It made you flustered. You weren’t going to lie, you were doing the same thing. 

You both didn’t notice that you had been talking for an hour until Sara came and told you that you unfortunately had to go. You looked back as Sara walked away. 

“Well i gotta go.” you stood up and exhaled. “It was nice to meet you.” you turned to see harry getting up. “Same here.” he stood in front of you. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he looked into your eyes. You smiled slightly as shivers ran across your sink. Harry inched closer and closer to your lips, his eyes flickering to yours and to your lips. Both yours and Harry's hearts were racing. 

Time stopped as Harry's lips touched yours. Your whole body tingled as he kissed you. The kiss was sweet, but had so much passion in it. You wanted to stay like this forever but you knew you couldn’t. You pulled away from Harry's lips, resting your forehead against yours. 

“I have no words.” you muttered as you opened your eyes. Harry pulled away, looking at you. “Same. I really enjoyed this day with you, hopefully we meet again.” Harry said as he took his hand, brushing it over your cheek bone. “Well I should go before Sara comes and yells at me. Bye harry.” 

You waved to him as you walked away, leaving his sight. Harry watched as you walked away. He knew you were going to be on his mind all week and he wouldn't have minded that.

Harry sat back down in the chair. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned back. You were something special.

-:-:-:-:

It's been a whole month since you've seen Harry. He was on your mind constantly. You loved every thing that happened on the night of the Met gala, but one thing you regret was not getting his number. 

 On the other side of the world, Harry was feeling the same way. You flooded his mind constantly. He fell asleep smiling as he thought about you. He wished he would've been smarter and got your number, but he couldn't go back and now he had to live with it.

Harry sat on his couch, his guitar tucked in between his arms and his thighs as he strummed away. He was coming up with some new music for his next album. The sound of his guitar filled Harry's ears. This song he was playing was about you and how close he was to getting you. He was really indulged in singing, so much  when his phone rang it startled him.

He picked it up seeing that it was jeff. “Jeff?” Harry said. “Hi harry, so i was thinking we could do a music video for golden. What do you think?” 

Harry suckedin his breath as he thought. “Um… I do like the sound of that. When do you want me to do it and where?”

“Um I was thinking today you can go to Italy and film like a 70s style music video. And I have the perfect girl for the video.” Jeff laughed on the other end of the phone. Harry smiled at Jeff's words, getting extremely curious. “Who is it?” Harry questioned. Jeff sucked in his breath. “Uh you have to go to italy to see.” 

Harry shook his head laughing at jeff. “Okay you convinced. I’m going.” Harry got up and finished the call with jeff. After he hung up, Harry made his way to his bedroom to pack. He opened his closet and pulled out his suitcase. He began to stuff a few pairs of pants and trousers in his suitcase. When he had enough for a few days, he zipped up his suitcase and walked out of the room with it.

Harry wondered who Jeff was going  to pair him with for the music video, but he’ll eventually see. Before Harry left he called Anne to tell her where he was going. She was still a huge Mama Bear. When he was finished with the call, he drove his way to the airport. 

Watermelon sugar was blasting on the radio. Harry could help but belch out the song because you know it's his song. After about 15 minutes Harry arrived at the airport. He parked, got out of his car before making his way to the airport. After going through security he walked through the terminal. Of course while waiting to board some fans asked for a picture. He didn't mind so he took some pictures  with a few. When Harry was finally in his seat by the window, he put in his airpods to listen to some 80s music and began to read a book. 

2 hours and 30 minutes later Harry arrived in italy.  Harry quickly unboarded so he wasn't seen. His taxi was already waiting for him when he exited the huge building. Harry put his bag in the trunk before getting into the back. The driver pulled away as soon as Harry buckled his seat belt. He was making his way to the hotel where Harry would be staying. While the driver was driving to his destination, Harry's eyes were outside of the window. 

He loved italy a lot. It almost felt like his second home. He just felt so safe and welcome here. 

"Alright we're here sir." The driver looked at Harry through the mirror. Harry looked at the guy, "okay, thank you." Harry said, reaching for his wallet. He tipped the guy a generous amount which earned a thanks. Harry smiled slightly at the guy before opening the door, taking his baggage and walking into the hotel. 

Harry was quickly checked into a room. Once he got the key card he was off to the elevator. He was hoping to get in a nap before they filmed anything. 

With his slinder, run clad fingers, Harry pressed the up button. It didn't take long for the door to open up. Harry walked in and sat down his luggage with an exhale. The door was about to shut 6 seconds later, but Harry heard a distant voice.

"Hold the door please."

And Harry did. He put his hand out and the door opened again. The voice that Harry heard now had a face to it. You walked into the elevator, smiling, not even aware who was beside you. 

"Thank you for that. You pressed your floor before turning to see who it was. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when you saw Harry.

"Harry!?" You were shocked. You didn't think you'd meet him again; yet here you both were in the same hotel. 

"Y/n… How.. how are you?" Harry asked, stumbling to find his words. "I'm okay. I'm here to do a music video with someone." You said smiling. 

"I'm doing a music video." Harry said. "Wait that's why Jeff was so giggly, it was you." Harry smiled causing you to do the same. "Well I guess our managers were thinking the right way." You laughed. "I'm happy I'm here. Especially know that you're as well."

Without hesitation Harry kissed you. God how you missed his lips. His tongue ran across your bottom lips before he kissed you zealously. You moaned a little as you cupped his cheeks deepening the kiss.

Unfortunately you both pulled away when the elevator dinged. You were breathless and so was harry. "This is my floor." You picked up your bag. "Um I'll see you later?" You said looking at Harry.

He nodded, "of course” you smiled at him as you walked out of the elevator. As soon as the door closed you squealed excitedly. Smiling, you walked down the hall to your suit that you were staying at. You struggled to get the key card in the slot from smiling so much but you eventually did and walked straight, tossing your bag to the ground. You fell back onto the bed with your arms wide open. You couldn’t stop smiling.

The italian sun outside of your window cascaded down on your body making you feel golden. 

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Harry was feeling the same. As soon as he entered his room he started doing his happy dance. He was more than happy, he was ecstatic. You did that to him. Harry calmed himself down before plopping down on his bed. He ran his hands over his hands trying to stop the smile on his face. He knew he couldn’t so he decided to sleep on it for an hour or so before he started filming.

Harry changed into some joggers and pulled off his shirt before getting comfy under the blanket. He fell asleep with a smile on his face(and also on his tummy hehe).

-

About an hour later, Harry woke up to his phone ringing. He adjusted from his sleep before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “‘Ello?”

 “Harry,” it was jeff. “ are you ready to film?” Harry sat up as soon as Jeff asked that. “Yeah. I just took a little nap.” he cleared his throat. “Okay be down stairs in 5 minutes, bye.” Jeff hung up before Harry could say bye, which Harry thought was rude. 

He just pushed that out of his mind as he got out of the bed. He put on some shorts and a white button up shirt. Before he left the room he made sure his hair was perfect before grabbing his phone leaving the room.

Down the hall, near the elevator you were waiting for him. Harry of course smiled when he saw you because he didn't expect you to be waiting.

“Hi, what are you doing here waiting for me?” you walked up to him “well I ‘m scared of elevators.” you pouted your lip as you joked. Harry laid, “alright come on.” 

He pressed the down button and waited for the elevator to open. “Wait how'd you get up to my floor then?” Harry asked, looking over at you. The way your eyes grew large as Harry caught you in your lie made him laugh. 

The elevator opened and you and Harry walked in. you pressed the main floor and watched as the door closed. As you both went down, you couldn’t help looking over at harry. He was looking at the floors as they changed. You can see slight dimples in  his cheek telling you he knew you were staring at him. You just chuckled softly before turning back, turning away, looking back forward.

The elevator soon came to a stop letting you and Harry off. Harry politely let you walk out first before he followed. Some crew that was helping film were waiting for you and harry to take you to the location you needed to go. You and Harry followed them outside before walking in the warm sun a block down to the filming location. When you arrived the director gave you and Harry simple instructions. 

“Harry was up first driving the car and running. You watched as his curls blowing in the wind and how he made funny faces. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at how adorable and hot he was. 

you didn’t do much during your takes. so it was mostly you and Harry doing a little talking, giggling, and danced playfully. He was such a fun person to be around and you wish you could be with him Every day if it was possible.

After filming various takes the director called it a day. Your eyes were on the sky watching as the sun rays painted a golden picture on the sky. You didn't notice but Harry was looking at you with a smile. 

Your skin glowed so nicely as the sun shined on you. A little smile played on your face making Harry chuckle quietly to himself.

He took it upon himself to walk over to you and wrap his arms around your waist. Of course you knew who it was - it made you smile.

"Hi Harry." You said leaning back. Harry looked at you as you looked up at him. "Hi y/n." Harry looked at the sky before speaking again. "You know something, when I left the gala I couldn't stop smiling. You were the first person that ever made me feel so free and so not famous. And when I forgot to ask I thought I lost my chances with you forever. My mind was going crazy; couldn't stop thinking about you for a second and how stupid I was to not get your number. But you know what?" 

Harry looked at you. "What you mumbled. "None of that matters because I'm right here with you right now and there's nowhere I want to be."

You smiled softly at him. "I can say the same." You turned in Harry's arms. "I was going through a hard time before I met You. Not to be cliche or anything, but loving you is the antidote and I mean that." 

Harry smiled before he cupped your cheek, kissing you tender and sweet.

The end

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I love this. My longest fic too

best believe I got more coming

@captainamerica-is-bae​

[dobbyjen]

The Journal

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: drinking. cute dad and uncles. kissing. allusion to sex

Summary: It’s Frankie’s birthday and you all come together for an unforgettable present. 

A/N: This cute idea popped into my head and I just needed to write it. Sorry if any grammar or stuff is wrong, I’m not a writer lol. This is in the same universe as Tiny Dancer.

Today was Frankie’s birthday. You and your 3 year old daughter Francesca had just finished hanging up the happy birthday banner she painted on the back fence when they boys came through the back gate.

“Woow Franny did you make that beautiful sign?” Her brown eyes light up as she looks towards the gate to see her 3 favourtie people, besides you and Frankie. 

“UNCLES!!” she squeals and goes barreling towards them. They all manage to bend down at the same time and give her the biggest group hug. In the end she somehow ends up on Will’s shoulders. “I paint for daddy! Daddy lub purple!”

“Yes your daddy has mentioned how much he loves purple.” Pope snorts as he puts the beers and food they brought onto the patio table. “Hello pretty mama. When’s the birthday boy getting home” he smiles as he grabs you into a hug.

“He should be here in like 20 mins but who actually knows knowing him. Would you guys mind watching her so I can go change? Franny decided to paint me more then the poster.” you chuckle looking down at your shirt, now stained with finger paints. You had manged to get her dressed in a cute purple dress and her crazy curls somehow managed. You on the other hand probably still had red paint in your ears. Pope and Will laugh with a nod as Francesca already has Benny holding 4 baby dolls and a tiara on his head, blabbing his ear off about her day.

You run upstairs to your bedroom and strip off the stained clothes. You go into the walk in closet and grab your new yellow sundress. Frankie loves when you wear flowy dresses so you’ve decided to indulge him tonight. You grab a scrunchie off the top of your dresser and through your hair up half up half down. You run to the bathroom quick and look to see that there is still paint on your face. You quickly scrub that off and go back into the bedroom. When you’re finished you look out the window and see Frankie’s truck pulling into the driveway. Perfect timing.

You run down the stairs and hit the final step as Frankie opens the door. You gasp when you see he has two bouquets of flowers in his hands. “Hey babe!” he smiles and his eyes rake over your body.

“Hi hun. Wha-what are the flowers for? It’s your birthday!” You giggle as he hands you the bigger bouquet. He wraps his arm around your waste and gives you a small kiss on the lips.

“Eh. I wanna spoil my girls. Speaking of.....where’s my little one?” Frankie smiles into you hair. You grab his hand and drag him to the back patio door. You slide it open and Frankie freezes a little as he takes in the backyard.

“BOO DADDY!!” Francesca yells and you all burst into laughter.

“Fran we even practiced this! You were suppose to say surprise.” Will laughs as the little girl runs over to you and Frankie. Frankie grabs your daughter and spins her around as she squeals. 

“Whats all this princess?”

“Daddy birfday! I make paint for you! Seeeee!!” She squeals bouncing in his arms. She makes Frankie take her over to the fence. He crouches and admires the creation as you stand back with the boys with a watery smile.

“He’s a really good dad. Makes me really happy that he’s finally found his happy place.” Pope smiles beside you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to hold your tears back.

“Yeah....me too.” You sniffle and wipe at the stray tears away as the two of them come walking back.

“You okay babe?” Frankie asks concerned as he sees your eyes are still a little watery. You nod smiling and give his hand a squeeze.

“I’m perfect. Now who wants some cake?”

“THERE’S CAKE?!” Franny squeals and runs around everyone screaming.

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The evening was dying down as you all sat around the fire drinking and just having a chill time. You and Frankie were sitting on the swing with Francesca curled in between you, cuddled into Frankie’s side. She was surprisingly still awake after 2 pieces of cake and lots of active playing with her uncles and dad. You had no idea where she got all the energy from as you and Frankie were both pretty mellow people. 

“Mommy did daddy get present yet?” Franny looks up at you with a confused look. You smile at her and shake your head no.

“Why don’t go get it princess.” She squeals and climbs off the couch and runs into the house. She comes back a couple seconds later with the sparkly purple bag with a unicorn on it. She had picked it out because ‘daddy lubs purple and unicrows mommy’ as she said in the middle of the dollar store.

“HAPPY BIRFDAY DADDY!” she screams as she throws the bag at Frankie’s head. Everyone chuckles as Frankie quickly catches it before it whacked him in the face and everything flew out of the bag.

“You guys need to but her in baseball next year.” Benny laughs as the little girl toddles his way and snuggles into his laps. One of her favourite places.

Frankie opens up the bag and takes out the pile of cards and pictures Francesca drew for him. She tells him what each squiggle is and he places them in a neat pile. He goes back into the bag a pulls out the couple of shirts you both picked out, a new travel coffee mug covered in pictures of Francesca that he can take to work and a stuffed elephant.

“I pick that out daddy! Do you lub him?”

“How did you know I love elephants Franny? Thank you so much.” the little girl giggles and buries her head into Benny’s chest.

“One more.” you whisper and hand him a hard cover journal. Frankie looks at it confused. You just smile and nod your head towards it. “Open it.” Frankie wraps off the elastic and opens up the journal to be met with a picture of the three of you from a bbq at Pope’s last month. He smiles at the memory of how hard it was to convince Franny to smile for the picture. It ended up with her having the cheesiest smile and you and Frankie looking at her laughing . He turns to the next two pages to be covered in crayon drawings and scribbles. Near the bottom was your writing of what Francesca wanted to say:

I love my daddy and mommy and uncle benny and uncle will and uncle pope and daddy’s pancakes.

my daddy the best daddy in the whole space and moon.

i love you daddy. You my bestie friend.

xoxoxo Franny

Frankie choked back a watery laugh and looked up to see Francesca passed out in Benny’s arms sucking her thumb. You rubbed you hand up and down Frankie’s arm and wiped away the tears you were trying to hold back. Francesca was very enthusiastic about what she wanted you to write for her daddy in his ‘special book’.

The next couple of pages had letters from his friends. He could only skim over them as he knew he’d really break down from their kind words. The boys were more then his friends. They were his brothers....family. The six of you together made for the greatest family Frankie could ever wish for. He turned to the next pages to see your handwriting on them and he had to close the journal before he turned into a real blubbering fool in front of everyone. He’d save that for later.

“Thank you.” he whispered looking down at the journal. You sniffed and grabbed him into a hug,

“You deserve the world Frankie. And it’s all right here.” you smile at your sleeping daughter and his three best friends. “And the rest of the journal is empty for whatever you want.”

“Happy birthday man.” Pope says as he gets up and drags Frankie into a giant hug. Will and Benny join too as Benny hands you Francesca. You sneak through the backdoor into the house to let them have some alone time.

You mange to get Francesca into her pajamas and tucked into her bed without really waking her up. You turn on her princess night light and sneak out, shutting the door quietly. You go to turn to go back downstairs when you run into Frankie.

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“The boys left. They say bye.” you frown at that.

“But i never go to say goodbye.” you whine as Frankie chuckles and wraps his arms around you.

“Trust me they’re not offended.” you roll your eyes as he starts to trail kisses down your neck to your bare shoulders. “Thank you for tonight babe. It really meant a lot.”

“You-you’re welcome.” You stutter as he starts to suck on your pulse point. Somehow Frankie has manged to walk you down the hallway to your bedroom and pushes you backwards onto the bed. “F-Frankie it’s your birthday. I’m suppose to be spoiling you.”

Frankie smirks as he holds himself over top of you. “You can spoil me by letting me take this beautiful dress of of you.” You roll your eyes and grab his face between your hands.

“Whatever you want. Happy Birthday Frankie.” His eyes twinkle as you finally connect lips.

[ddaeng-181338]

Can I Sleep in Your Bed? { PJ Version}

➸ Jimin x Reader

➸ Smut with a small bit of angst

➸ A/n: I don’t think I’ve written a full Jimin smut yet — scandalous I know — so let’s go all out ;3

➸ Word Count: 3.7k

➸ warnings: daddy kink , praising, lots of dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), riding, pet names, basically filth lol

➸ For other members check my blog

You clicked off the television and sighed. Sleep was gripping at your mind yet you couldn’t seem to get your body to rest. It was nearly 3am and you had been up for almost 19 hours at this point. Yet you couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried to relax. Maybe that’s the issue, you were trying too hard.

You groaned, forcing yourself up off the couch and toward the hall. Jimin’s room was at the end of the hall, where as yours was the first door to the left. Had his room not been so “far” you probably would have flopped into his bed and whined for help. I mean I still could… but after what happened earlier today you’d doubt he’d want to see you.

Being roommates and close friends was both a blessing and a curse. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get into little disagreements — they ended up being resolved within the hour most of the time. However today, there was something different about your argument. One that made you question if you’d be able to remain friends.

You flopped down onto your bed, mind still wide awake while your body begged for sleep. What if I fucked it all up? What if he never wants to talk to me again? What if I have to move— you groaned, flipping over to bury your face in your pillow. The memories of your fight from earlier flooding your mind.

“You shouldn’t be talking to him y/n.” You rolled your eyes. This wasn’t the first time Jimin had an issue with a guy you were talking too, this time however he wouldn’t seem to let up about it. Considering in the past you’d listen to him and cut ties with the guy before he could hurt you. This time however, you really liked the guy you were seeing...a lot.

“He’s perfectly fine Jimin, he’s a sweetheart and treats me really well. What’s your issue with him?” You couldn’t hide the annoyance in your voice. “He’s playing you y/n, please it’s obvious.” That hurt. You stared at Jimin for a moment , chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Shut up Jimin, you wouldn’t know how to treat a woman if she walked up to you with a manual.” Venom dripped from your words, your attempt at anger sounding rather childish as you thought over what you said.

“Fuck off y/n.” Hurt was evident in his voice as he stormed off down the hall. What the fuck? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s hurt? But instead you felt guilt. He’s the one that just called me oblivious, if his ego is so badly hurt then he needs to grow a pair. You attempted to soothe your guilt , not really know what to do. Instead you settled on being stubborn. He’s the one that started it, so I’ll just wait for him to finish it.

You felt the urge to scream. At this point you were beyond frustrated with your own head that you felt crying would be better. Maybe I should go to his room. You sat up in bed, one destination on your mind as you moved. Fuck it, I can’t sleep, and if apologizing to Jimin is what gets me sleep then so be it. You stomped unceremoniously out of your room and down the hall. Not a care in the world that it was 3am and you had neighbors both above, below and next to you.

“Park Jimin I can't sleep and you’re going to cuddle me.” You were surprised that he seemed to already be awake, eyes looking at you through the dark. Only the city lights outside his window illuminating everything in a pale multicolored glow. “Who says I’m going to cuddle you?” His voice was slightly groggy— so maybe he had just woken up? “I did.” You watched a small chuckle leave him.

“What makes you think I even want to talk to you after our fight today.” You stopped at that, words dying on your lips as you tried to come up with a proper remark. “You’re talking to me now aren’t you?” An infamous grin appeared on Jimin’s cheeks and you watched him intently. “Come here.” He drew the blankets back and motioned for you to come over. Without so much as second thought you hurdled yourself into his bed.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You sure do seem to enjoy my company.” He slid down next to you, arm wrapping itself around your waist as his chest met your back. “Jimin… I’m sorry about that. I was hurt.” A small sigh left his lips after you spoke. “I know you were, but really y/n...he’s playing you. He doesn’t want anything to do with you other than sex. That’s it.”

You felt anger bubble in you again but forced yourself to relax. “And What makes you so sure of that Jimin?” The man behind you was silent for a few moments, hand toying with the string on your pajama shorts. “I saw him y/n. With another girl. They were in the back of a fucking Starbucks cuddling and kissing.” Your heart sunk. Sure you have only been seeing him for a few months. But it hurt like hell because you had stupidly grown feelings for him.

“Don’t cry please, y/n I’m sorry.” You hadn’t even registered that tears were slipping down your cheeks. But somehow Jimin knew. He always knew. “This is so stupid. God I’m such an idiot.” Jimin began to hush you, grip tightening as he spoke. “You’re Not Stupid y/n. You just want to be wanted. You love being with someone whether you admit it or not. The problem is, you’re to good for any of them. Not a single guy you’ve dating since we’ve been roommates deserves you.”

You stopped crying, wiping your tears you wiggled a bit in his grip. Turning over in his arms to look at him. “Why do you care so much Jimin. Why are you always saving me.” The innocent look in your eyes melted his heart. “Because I care about you a lot y/n and I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy. And...never mind.”’ His eyes left yours, looking anywhere but you.

“Tell me Jimin. Please. You can tell me anything.” You searched his face for any clue to what he meant. “Because i care about you y/n. Fuck it I’ll say it. I love you. And I’ve been so hopelessly in love with you for months. This sounds so ridiculous I’m sorry.” His eyes squeezed shut for a moment and you stared at him with wide eyes. “L..love?” God you had been so naïve.

“Yes. And you’ve always been too oblivious to notice. And I’ve been to scared to tell you. It fucking kills me seeing these men treat you like shit. Leaving you hurting after you give them so much. God this is so cliche and cheesy.” You burst into a fit of giggles after he finished . “This Cliche, And cheesy. But also the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. And…”

“And?” You saw hope light up his eyes and your heart began to beat as if you had just sprinted a marathon. “And I’ve been to naïve to realize my feelings. I’ve been too oblivious to my own emotions. I...I…” your voice trailed for a moment, eyes searching his. “You?” There was anticipation in his words, eyes full of hope as he waiting for you to finish.

“I love you too Jimin.”

You stared at each other for a few moments. Questioning if you were even actually awake. “I’m not dreaming right?” Jimin broke the silence first. A smile appeared on your face, shoulders shaking slightly as you began to laugh. “You know. It’s not a dream. And if it is a dream… might as well make it worthwhile.”

You didn’t know where this rush of courage came from but your lips met Jimin’s within seconds. He responding back after a second, grip tightening on your waist and pulling you to him. You enjoyed the plush of his lips against yours. It felt like a piece that had been missing had finally fallen into place.

You nipped softly at his bottom lip, sucking on it as a small moan slipping. Your lips parting gave him the access he wanted, tongue slipping into your mouth quickly. “Mmh!” You began laughing into the kiss, tongue darting out to meet his.

You snuck your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing against the delicate expanse of skin. A soft gasp left him, the sensation tickling your bottom lip. “So this is what we’re doing?” You noted that his voice had dropped an octave or two. “I mean…” your fingers traced the faint outline of abs. Not surprising as he danced so much. “If you want to as well…”’

You couldn’t deny your arousal. The soft fabric of your panties already sticking to your folds. “Yes of course I…” He slowed for a moment. Realizing just how eager he was. “I mean…” you watched his cheeks turn red, laughing softly as you shut him up with another kiss.

This time it was different, his hands snaked their way up your shirt as well, not wasting any time as he cupped your breast in his hand. You gasped at the sensation, rolling into your back and dragging him with you. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he settled between your legs.

You tugged at his t-shirt, hands needy to feel the soft warm skin again. He broke from the kiss after a moment, a small string of saliva connecting your bottom lips. “Greedy already princess?” The sudden change in him sent a wave of arousal through you. His eyes seeming all the more lidded as he took in your body below his.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this princess. God I feel like I’m dreaming, you’re perfect.” His words struck something in you, something that made your cheeks turn bright red. “Take of the shirt, please—“ your mouth felt overly dry all of a sudden. Your breathing turning ragged as you watching him skip the material over his head.

His torso was bathed in the pale multicolored glow. He looked ethereal. Somewhere in your mind you were face palming at the cheesiness of your own mind. “I’m perfect jimin? Look at you…” you reached up and trailed your fingers over the expanse if skin. Fingers outlining the faint abs that remained from his last dance season.

He stared at your fingers, goosebumps following where you went. “You think?” You sat up slightly, watching him lean back on his knees to watch you. “I don’t think, I know. You’re breathtaking Jimin.” You maintained eye contact as you lifted your shirt up and over your head. You were completely exposed to him now and you didn’t feel once ounce of insecurity.

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes trailing over your completely exposed chest. He looked as if he was about to say something but changed his mind. Instead he pushed you back down against the bed, settling over you with dopey looking eyes. “Can I touch them?” You blushed at the honest question — the look in his eyes told you he knew just what he was doing. “Y..yes, touch them… please.”

His hand came up Gently, cupping your left breast in his hand as he ran his thumb over the sensitive bud. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, breath soft and shallow as he dipped his head down to kiss the soft skin. “Beautiful” the small whisper between each kiss was enough to make heat pool between your thighs. “Fucking hell…” he smiled against your skin, moving further down as he went.

You realized what he was doing and your heart hammered in your chest for a moment. He sat up slightly, fingers hooking in the waistband of your shorts before looking at you with dilated eyes. “Can I?” You were speechless for a moment, mouth turning dry as you struggled to speak. Instead you just nodded. He smiled sweetly before speaking “You’ll like it I promise.” Had you not been so surprised you would have told him you’ve been gone down on before. But something in the way he was moving told you he already knew.

He slipped your shorts off, panties following with them. And a second later you were completely exposed. I’m front of Jimin. Your best friend. It felt really surreal in that moment, as if you hadn’t been processing everything fully until now. A blush crept up your cheeks as he looked you over. A devilish grin appeared on his features. “Open up for me baby I need to get comfy.” You did as you were told without a second thought.

Legs spreading for him to settle between them. “Not to sound creepy but you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” That alone made you begin to laugh. “Trust me not creepy at all Compared to what I’ve thought.” You would feel flustered by that revaluation but with the position you were in now — there was no room for embarrassment.

Jimin’s lips started at your thighs. Kissing and sucking on the soft skin. Goosebumps followed wherever his lips touched. Purposely avoiding your core — so he really was the ultimate tease. “Jimin! Stop teasing I…” he froze mid kiss — “you what?” There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes and you felt your heart stutter. “I...I..” he leaned up a little, hovering just over your center.

“I..I? Baby that doesn’t tell me what you want me to do. I need a full sentence…”

Damn you park Jimin.

“I...want you…to...ya know…” his fingers trailed over your abdomen absentmindedly. “Ya know? What’s “ya know?” Baby come on I need some instructions…” you squeezed your eyes shut, heat flooding your cheeks as you spoke. “I want you...to...to eat me..out.” You were going to kill him for making you say that. “Good Girl you are close, good girls get what they want when the ask nicely… what do you say?” He couldn’t be serious.

“It’ll be worth it baby I promise. Just say it.”

You sighed — “please eat me out Jimin.” You couldn’t even make eye contact with him. Far too embarrassed by the words that just left your lips. Maybe even more embarrassed that saying it turned you on even more. “Good girl, See was that so hard?” You opened your mouth to respond — but instead a strangled gasp left you as Jimin buried his face between your thighs.

“Fuck! W..warning next time would be nice…” you didn’t get a response. You forced yourself to relax, realized after a moment that you were tense all over. The sensation wasn’t forigen, but it was different. His tongue moved skillfully between your folds, knowing all the right places to linger.

His lips suctioned around your clit and you yelped. The pleasure was more intense than you had expected. “Christ Jimin…” your hand slid down to tangle in his hair. The locks slightly coarse from the amount of times he had dyed it. “Watch your tone baby…” his words came out gruff and deep against your core and you moaned. “Sorry…”

He pulled away from your cunt for a moment to look up at you. “Sorry Who?” You blinked in confusion as you looked down at him. Noting absent mindedness how good he looked with his chin shining — covered in your arousal. “S..Sorry Jimin?” His nose scrunched at that. “Begins with a D baby, try again.” You thought for a moment before heat flooded your cheeks as you realized… “S..Sorry d..daddy…”

A deep groan left Jimin before he nodded, “good girl… fuck…” well it seems this night really was taking a good turn. He buried his face between your thighs again, tongue prodding at your entrance. The sensation alone made you clench around nothing, aching for someone to touch you were you really wanted to be touched. “So wet baby, it seems you’re a fan of this dirty talk huh?”

You nodded against the sheets, giving up and just fully admitting it. Jimin seemed satisfied with your response and began thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, simultaneously he began rubbing your clit with his thumb. The two different sensations causing a jumble of moans and pleas to spill from your lips.

You felt it bubbling in you before you could even really comprehend it. Your orgasm approaching fast as Jimin continued his ministrations with no signs of slowing. Your fingers tightened in his hair, moans turning high pitch as you clenched around nothing. You gasped aloud as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. It practically knocked the air from your lungs as you moaned Jimin’s name loudly.

“Good girl, come all over my tongue baby. Fuck you’re so beautiful. A good girl.” The praise made your toes curl, “fuck Jimin…. daddy… sorry daddy.” You watched a smile engulf his features as you realize your mistake and apologized. “See look at you princess, already getting the hang of it.” He sat up fully, covering your body with his as he kissed you.

Your nose scrunched slightly as you tasted your own release on his tongue. The slick from your release coated your chin as well as moved. “You could have wiped your face first you know.” You reached up and rubbed your hand across your chin, wiping away your own release. “And moss such a hot sight y/n? Hell no.”

You rolled your eyes, watching Jimin as he quickly slipped his sweats off his hips. His erection springing free and slapping against his abdomen. “You know baby, you are irresistible. How I lasted this long I have no clue. I mean look what you’ve done to me.” While he spoke he tugged at his length, hand gliding up and down easily. “I even have a wet spot on my sweats because of you.”

You glanced over the side of the bed to where his sweats laid. And sure enough there was a small dark patch where his head would have been resting. “You’re proud of yourself aren’t you baby. Working your daddy up like that? God I’m going to fuck You so good…” truly you never expected to hear those words leave your best friend’s lips.

You sat up, Jimin Watching you with lidded eyes. “Lay down please…” your eyes were glued to his member, watching his hand move as if you were hypnotized. “Is that what you want baby? You want to suck my…” You had gotten up on your knees at this point, dragging him back towards you and flipping him as you both fell. “You were talking to much Jiminie.” He watched you with wide eyes as you climbed on top of him.

“And no, I don’t want to suck Your dick. Not right now at least. Maybe later. For now I want to do this.” You positioned his tip at your entrance before slowly lowering your hips. Having come once already you were slick, letting him glide in with little to no friction at all. “You got to play out one of your little fantasies Jiminie, it’s time I got to play out one of mine.”

You rested one hand on his chest for balance before slowing lifting your hips up and dropping them back down. “Mmm fuck, you have a good stretch to you baby.” Without so much as a second thought Jimin’s hands came to grip your hips, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. “You’re fucking tight y/n…” his voice was hoarse, the velvet of your walls squeezing him perfectly.

You smirked at him, breasts bouncing with each slap of your hips against his. You felt powerful in those moments, he was at your mercy for the time being. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. You have your fantasies baby, and so do I.” You both fell silent after that, the only sounds filling the room being skin slapping against skin and moans.

You watched each other with careful eyes. Never really making eye contact — just looking at the other’s face. Enjoying the way one thrust would hit different then the next and the noises the other would make in response. After a few minutes you began to grow tired, your thighs burning as you kept your hips bouncing. “Fuck...daddy… please…” Jimin took the hint immediately, sitting up and flipping the both of you over so he rested on top. “Of course baby. I wanna fill you up.”

It was interesting seeing just how quickly he could flip a switch in himself. You groaned out as his hips began at a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off his bedroom walls. You raked your nails up his back, mesmerized by the sound he made because of it. “Fuck…”

Jimin’s hands came down to grab your thighs, pushing them further apart so he gained more access to where he wanted most. “Fuck I’m so close baby. You’re so tight and fucking… god you’re perfect.” The praise alone made you clench around him. Walls practically suffocating his member. You were close as well, your second orgasm building up in you with each thrust.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were coming undone beneath him. His name a strangled plea leaving your lips. “Fuck…” Jimin’s voice was gruff as he came, his hips stuttering to a halt as his contents spilled inside. It was in that moment that you realized you forgot a condom. “At...at least I’m on the pill…” you chuckled as he collapsed on top of you. Chests heaving he struggled to come down from His high.

“How Did we even forget that—“

[lizziefosterwrites]

Memories

Sam Winchester x Photographer!Reader

Summary: After a rough couple of weeks, you decide to put something together to cheer the youngest Winchester up.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of wounds, blood, injury, etc. Mentions of alcohol. (Not super graphic). Maybe like one curse word. Also, sucky ending because I couldn’t decide how to end it. (ALso, kinda sucky title lol)

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: So excited to see this blog up and running!! You write for so many of my favorite things! Ima say pick the character you feel like writing the most atm, maybe with a photographer s/o? Best of luck, lovely! You’ll be amazing! @squeakingsheep

A/N: All grammatical and spelling errors are my own. Also, I’m so sorry that this is up so late! My husband was sick and then I had to deal with some major writer's block. I hope you guys like it! 

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     The latest hunt was a disaster. Dean was injured while you all were fighting a wendigo. This was only one incident of many that had happened over the last few weeks. About two weeks ago, you had sustained a mild concussion after being thrown against one too many walls while fighting a couple of witches in Jacksonville; and about 5 days after that while investigating a Tulpa, both Sam and Dean had received lacerations on more than one appendages. This certainly wasn’t the end of the injuries, however, this routine was nothing new to the three of you. So as you and Sam helped carry Dean into the Bunker there was nothing but groans of pain from Dean and quiet words of reassurance coming from Sam. You stayed quiet, thinking about how eventful the last few weeks were. You all were tired, cranky, and desperately needed a few days off. You watched as Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey that Sam had brought over from the kitchen and you began to sew the open wound on Dean’s side. It was during times like this where you could take a moment to reflect on the time that you had spent with the boys.

     You had met the boys a few years prior while you were still hunting solo. You had tracked down a nest of vampires, assuming there were only two or three, however, there were more than you had anticipated and you found yourself in way over your head. Sam and Dean, thankfully, had been tracking the same nest and found you being held as the nest’s personal blood bag. They put an end to the vampires and released you from your shackles with concerned looks on their faces. That was only the first time you had run into them. Over the next couple of hunts, you kept running into the Winchester boys and eventually, you all had agreed that maybe sticking together would be for the best. 

     Sam, who was more soft-spoken than his older brother, was a bit easier to talk to. Dean, on the other hand, was more reserved and closed off at first. You assumed that this was because he either didn’t fully trust you or was afraid to lose you. After discussing how you felt to Sam, you found that your assumptions had been correct. Throughout the years of knowing the boys, you and Sam had taken a liking to one another. You both had agreed to take things slow, seeing how any day you spent with one another could be your last. These last few weeks had been a testament to that, and you knew the toll it was taking on Sam. He was looking more worried jumped at every noise he heard, most likely afraid that something was there to take either you or Dean away from him. The way he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white and was constantly flickering his eyes to the backseat where you sat keeping pressure on Dean’s wound was the final straw. You weren’t sure how much more he could handle before breaking into a million pieces. You were pretty sure if he lost anyone else, he wouldn’t be able to recover. It was then that you decided to put something together to ease his mind. 

     Snapping out of your thoughts, you finished stitching Dean’s wound and headed off in the direction of your room without another word. Sam and Dean exchanged a worried look but let it slide for now. They both were exhausted and in need of rest themselves. 

     Closing your door behind you, you fished out an old box that you kept under your bed. Opening it, you removed your old polaroid camera and placed it by your side. You carded through the collection of photos you had taken throughout your time owning the camera. There were pictures of your family before they died, some of Sam and Dean from your years of knowing them. As you sort through the photos you set a few aside that you decide you like the most. A majority of them were of Sam but there were a few sprinkled in of Dean and yourself. You labeled each picture with a date and a memory and a couple had some corny captions just for fun. You looked at the clock and marveled at how time was able to pass so quickly. Resolving to finish your project tomorrow, you showered, slipped on a pair of pajamas and climbed into bed for some much-needed sleep. 

     The next day you got up early, intent on finding a photo album of some sort. So you searched through the bunker hoping to find maybe an old album left behind from the previous hunters that lived here. In your search you found Sam, asleep at the table in the front room. You padded up to him quietly and sat in the seat next to him. You thought about how peaceful he looked when he slept. Devoid of all worry or fear, he just looked at peace. It saddened you to know that it wouldn’t last for long, but god forbid that you all could have a peaceful moment here and there. 

     After a couple of hours, you were finally able to find your album. You removed any photos that you could find and started to replace them with your own. A knock on your door drew your attention away from your project. You shoved the album and the photos back under your bed and got up to answer the door. In front of you was a disheveled looking Sam. 

     “Hey, just wondering how you’re doing. You didn’t say much last night.” Sam asked, scratching the back of his head. He still looked exhausted, but you figured he was used to it by now. 

     “I’m doing good. I was just really tired after these past couple weeks,” you replied, hoping that Sam wouldn’t look into it too much.

     You let Sam into your room, ushering him to sit down on the bed. The two of you relaxed and talked, enjoying one another’s company. It was only when you both heard Dean struggling with something in the kitchen that you both decided to go and investigate. Of course, being the stubborn man he is, Dean had managed to rip his stitches while reaching for a glass in the cabinet because: “I don’t need help getting a fucking glass.” He had proclaimed loudly. You and Sam chuckled to yourselves and partially at Dean before setting to work restitching him. 

     Later on that night, while the boys were relaxing and talking to one another, you finally had the time to slip away and finish the album you were putting together. It was mostly for Sam, seeing as he had been so defeated lately, but you’re pretty sure Dean would enjoy it as well. You placed the last Polaroid in the album then went to go find the boys. 

     You found them at the table, drinking beer and reminiscing on old memories. They did that every once and a while, just to try and diffuse the tension that was your everyday lives. 

     “Hey guys, can you come here? I have something that I want to show you.” You asked, ushering the boys to your room hoping that they would enjoy your little surprise. 

     They followed you, interested in what you wanted to show them. The trip back to the room was silent, except for the soft padding of yours, Sam’s, and Dean’s feet. When you finally reached your room, you picked up the photo album and beckoned the brothers to sit with you. They did as you asked and you looked at each of them.

     “I made this. After we came back from that hunt. I think we all need some cheering up.” You looked between the two of them, who stared back at you with confused faces. 

     You flipped open the album and began showing them the photos that you had pasted inside. The three of you talked and laughed. Sam even shed a small tear though he wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. By the time you all had finished looking through the album, it was pretty late. Dean was tired and headed off to bed leaving you and Sam. 

     “How long have you been collecting these?” he asks, gesturing to the photographs both scattered along the floor and pasted into the album. 

     “Since before I met you and Dean. Once I met you guys I just had a couple of new subjects to photograph.” you responded, thumbing a few older photos of your family from before. 

     Sam kissed you softly, cradling the back of your head with his hand, the other wrapped around your waist. You kissed him back, the love you held for him swelling in your heart. The need for air separated the two of you and Sam looked down at you, smiling lovingly. You smiled back, content that your project had brought some happiness to the dismal world you all lived in.

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[sparklebitch]

Attempts (Langst)

Summary: Lance attempted something bad, and now he must attempt something good. Why are things that are good for you always so hard to do?

A/N: I apologize for continuously promising new fics and then never posting them. My motivation to finish anything has been -1 in the last 6 months. I'm not announcing when I'm going to post fics anymore because it stresses me out and then my motivation vanishes and I can't write anymore lol.

P.s. I am rusty so I apologize for the occasional scatterbrainedness. I'm just happy I finished the damn thing lmao.

Trigger warnings are listed in the tags.

Lance woke up in a daze, his head half submerged under the water. He opened his mouth and he began to choke. His eyes widened and he tried to sit up but found that he couldn't. He thrashed around, trying to pull himself out of the water. His arms hit something solid. He braced them against the walls and drug himself upright so that his head was out of the water.

Still feel groggy, Lance threw his upper half over the wall and looked around, trying to understand what was happening. He saw that his feet were tied together with a rope, which was also tied to the shower head. Fear gripped his chest as Lance shook his head over and over. He weakly reached over to untie the ropes, nearly falling back into the bathtub as he did. It took several minutes of his fumbling around to finally be able to slip his feet out of them. He scrambled to get out of the tub, falling onto the hard floor and sending a pile of pill bottles flying across the floor, spilling the contents of them. The little blue pills scattered all across the floor. Lance lay face down on the floor without moving as he tried to catch his breath. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he thought it might explode. His head was spinning and it felt like it was full of cotton.

Finally Lance felt strong enough to push himself up. He reached for a towel off the hook on the wall and loosely wrapped it around his shoulders. His entire body felt like it was on fire but he was so cold at the same time. The cold water that had sloshed out of the tub seemed to seep into Lance's bones. He coughed violently, trying to get the remaining water out of his lungs and then froze. He slowly looked around at the scene around him.

The pills.

The tub.

The rope.

It was only then that he truly realized what had almost happened.

Lance began to moan quietly and shake his head. Water droplets fell from his head and slid down his face. Lance wept silently as he shakily tried to stand up. He had to get out of there. He had to tell someone. He had to do something. He had tried so long to keep and thoughts and feelings to himself.

Look where that got him.

Lance tried to stand up too quickly and slipped on the water. He fell hard onto the floor, bouncing his head off the tiles. He gasped in pain and felt blood begin to gush out of the wound on his forehead. After allowing himself a few more moments to cry Lance began to, slowly this time, peel himself off the floor. When he was finally on his feet Lance slowly shuffled out of the bathroom, kicking pills across the floor the whole time.

He continued to cry as he exited his room. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew that he couldn't be alone anymore. He had to get help.

That's how Keith found him, standing outside his door at four in the morning, wearing nothing but a pair of soaking wet underwear and a damp towel. Keith's mouth fell open as he stared at Lance's disheveled appearance. Blood rushing down his face, pills clinging to his wet hair. Without speaking a word Keith ushered Lance inside and guided him to the bed.

"I- I- I'm wet" Lance spoke for the first time, his voice sounding thin and panicked. Keith's eyes were wide.

"Uh, yeah" He had his hands on Lance's shoulders, trying to get him to sit down, but Lance resisted,

"I- I- I-" Lance shook his head. "I'll get your bed wet" he said fearfully. Keith let out an exasperated noise.

"Lance, it's fine. It'll dry" Lance sat down abruptly and hunched his shoulders. He was so cold. Keith stood there in front of Lance at a loss for words. It wasn't until he saw the rope burns on Lance's ankle and his eyes snapped up to Lance's.

"Who did this to you?" he asked sharply. At his words Lance began to sob. Keith's anger dissipated in an instant, replaced by concern and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. He was never good at dealing with emotions, not his own and certainly not others. "Oh, uh" he glanced around the room and then slowly sat down next to Lance.

"I did- I tried- I tried to..." Lance sucked in a shaky breath and blinked the tears out of his eyes. He was so groggy. He had no idea how many sleeping pills he had taken. It was a struggle just trying to keep himself upright.

"You tried to..." Keith repeated. Then he frowned. He reached up and tugged a small blue pill out of Lance's hair. Lance turned his face away and wiped his nose, still struggling to keep his head up. "Are these the sleeping pills Coran gave us?" he asked quietly. Then his eyes widened in realization. "Oh" he said simply. Had Lance been trying to hurt himself on purpose? "Oh... god" Blood dripped down Lance's face from the gash on his forehead.

Lance's vision swam as he watched the drops of blood fall onto Keith's bed. Lance teared up again. "Sorry" he croaked. Keith, put his hand on Lance's arm, frowning.

"Lance, you don't have to apologize- Are you okay?" Lance slumped forward and gagged. His stomach was violently trying to reject the medicine he had taken. His survival instincts were taking over. He began panting for breath.

"Fuck" he breathed. "I need you to put me in... in a pod" His words were beginning to become slurred. His adrenaline was running out and he knew he was close to losing consciousness. Keith blinked slowly and nodded. While he still had no idea what was going on, he obviously knew that it was very serious.

"Here, put your arm around my neck" Keith instructed softly. Lance did so, and Keith pulled him to his feet. The two of them nearly toppled over as they crossed the room and entered the hallway, one step at a time.

It felt like an hour before they finally reached the infirmary. Keith helped Lance get into the pod and then promised him that he was going to be okay before closing it. The familiar hum of the pod began as the door sealed. Keith took a step back and let his mind race for a moment. He had so many thoughts, so many things to do and say. He couldn't believed that that almost happened. That this was happening.

After taking a few calming breaths and making sure that Lance was securely in the pod, Keith made his way to Shiro's room. He opened the door after only a few knocks. Keith closed his eyes and explained the situation to a very stoic Shiro.

"I don't- Christ, Shiro. I don't know what to do. He came to me with this, not anyone else. Not Hunk, his best friend, not you his idol, or Coran who's basically a father figure to him. He came to me! What am I supposed to do!?" Shiro, who had been silent up to this point rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Keith, I don't think there's any right answer" Keith threw his head back. That wasn't what he was looking for. He wanted Shiro to tell him exactly what he should do and say. "It's obviously very important that Lance came to you for this. He must trust you"

"So what do I do?" Keith asked hopelessly.

"I think... you need to do what you think is best. I believe that you can find the right words to help him. Let him know that he's not alone. He has all of us. That with support he can get through this" Keith dropped his head into his hands.

"Well that was clearish" he moaned. With a quiet huff he stood up and squared his shoulders. "Okay. I can do this" he said. Shiro nodded and clasped a hand on Keith's shoulder.

"Just let him know that he is loved, and that we will do whatever we can to help him" Keith nodded, thanked Shiro, and left the room. After grabbing some clothes out of his room he returned to the infirmary to wait for Lance.

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It was nearly morning when Lance's pod finally opened. He stumbled out right into the arms of Keith, who was waiting for him. Lance blinked sleepily at the clothes that Keith had thrusted at him.

Keith had hours to think of what he was going to say to Lance, of what he wanted Lance to talk about. But the minute that Lance turned around, wearing Keith's baggy sweatshirt and pajama pants, his mind when completely blank. Lance looked so childlike as he stood in front of Keith, his face looking open and vulnerable. It was something that Keith had never seen in Lance before. He was completely exposed at that moment. Keith couldn't believe that the person in front of him had tried to end his life.

"I don't- I don't know what we do now" Lance mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Neither do I" Keith replied honestly. Lance slowly sunk down onto the ground next to the pod and drew his knees up to his chest. Keith did the same.

"Do you... want to talk about what happened?" Keith asked softly. Lance stared down at his hands.

"No" he said hoarsely. "But... I- I have to" He knew that he couldn't keep this up anymore. He had tried to keep it all in before, and look how that turned out. He almost died. What would've happened if he hadn't woken up when he did? Lance shuddered at the thought.

"Seriously, if you don't feel comfortable talking about it right now I understand. We can get some sleep first and then tomorrow--" Lance shook his head firmly.

"Keith" Lance said brokenly. Keith stopped his nervous fidgeting and turned to look at Lance's defeated face. "I need you to make me talk" he said shakily. "No matter what I say, you have to get me to tell you everything. I- I can't do this anymore. I have to try- to try opening up. And I don't mean to dump this on you, I can- I can tell someone else instead. Fuck, why am I so selfish" Lance crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "Forget what I said. I'm sorry" Lance started to get up but Keith stopped him.

"No" he said, unsure of himself. "You're not- You can't- Lance you're not selfish" Keith said in exasperation. "

"But I tried to- to--" Lance nodded his head to the bruises still forming around his ankles. "That was selfish. I tried to end my pain, while causing you more. It was stupid. It was- I- God, this was a mistake" Lance stood up and moved toward the door again. Keith stepped in front of him.

"Lance, I need you to sit down" he instructed. Lance avoided his eyes but sat down. His mind was swirling with conflicting thoughts. He needed Keith to make him talk, but that was also the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to forget this ever happened, but he knew that was a mistake. If he ignored this he knew that someday, probably soon, he would end up in the same position. And next time he might not be so lucky. "Look at me" he said. Lance slowly lifted his eyes to meet Keith's. "You're not selfish. You're not a burden. You're not dumping this on me, you understand that? I am your friend. Friends help each other out. I understand that you're feeling a lot of scary things right now, and you're probably exhausted and confused, god knows I am too" As Keith continued Lance's eyes got bigger and bigger, filling with tears as they did. "But like you said, I can't let you go to bed. We need to talk this out, and then tomorrow... well, when tomorrow comes we can get to that"

"O- Okay" Lance's voice broke and he tried to clear his throat. "Alright" He twisted his hands together as Keith took a step back and thought for a moment.

"I know this sucks, but I need you to tell me everything. The whole thing" Lance blinked.

"All of it?"

"All of it" he repeated. "From the beginning. Tell me what led to this, tell me- tell me what I can do to help you. What we all can do. We're your family Lance"

"So the beginning... earlier I tried to... you know" he shrugged. Keith shook his head.

"Can you say it out loud?" Keith asked slowly. He had no idea if this was the right thing to be doing. He had never been in this position before. There were no licensed professions in the castle that could help with this. They were virtually on their own with this. For now he was just going to have to do what he believed was best for Lance. "First, I need you to say that it happened. You have to acknowledge it before we can get anywhere"

Lance felt throat tighten in fear. Lance was never one to show his true emotions or tell anyone what he was thinking. Now he was going to have to spill everything. If he didn't he knew that it would end badly. He had to at the very least attempt to work through this.

Lance took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I... tried to kill myself"

~   ~   ~

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[thelittleredheadedmusician]

We Won’t Eat Our Words

For @newsies-strike-day I thought it only appropriate to do a Newsies centric fic in my crooked politician au since I did a les mis one for barricade day. You don’t have to read the rest of the series for this, it’s written as a standalone. Special thank you to @rum-on-fire  who is definitely NOT part of the newsies fandom (though they have their green card to stay in the rabbit hole lol) and very helpfully betaed and edited this. Title, inspiration, and recommended listening: Monster by dodie w/ assit from 100 Bad Days by AJR. Rating: PG Words: 4,959 AO3

Katherine collapsed onto her bed still fully clothed, needing to work up the energy to even put her pajamas on. She’d spent the day setting up her new apartment – since she’d be needing one after next year anyway her parents had kindly agreed to foot the bill for a small studio near school until she graduated and would start paying the rent herself – and was thoroughly exhausted as a result.

Her mom had insisted on hiring movers for hauling her possessions from their uptown brownstone to the downtown apartment and for bringing up all the furniture. Katherine had insisted on actually putting everything away herself and so the two had spent the Saturday doing just that before her mom called a cab and they drove home. She was so tired she almost regretted just not spending the night, but she was waiting to start living there until after the cable guys came and set her wifi up on Monday.

Kath held her phone aloft in front of her, thumb hovering over the call button for a friend from D.C. She had just enough mental capacity to talk over final details for his visit the next weekend. Before Katherine could hit the button her bedroom door flung open, causing her to let her hand drop as she turned to see who it was.

Her father stood there, back straight and chin out, still in his pressed business suit at the time SNL would be showing the second performance of their musical guest had it not been the middle of July.

Kath swung her legs off the bed and used the momentum to push herself up into a seated position. She let her face fall into the cool neutral expression she reserved for interactions with her father, tilting her head and lifting her eyebrow incrementally to show her question at his barging in.

Joseph Pulitzer stepped exactly two paces into the raspberry walled room. Transferring his polished loafers from the dark burgundy of the hall rug to her cream carpeting. He pulled his tablet out from under his arm and with an economical flick of his wrist held the screen out to her.

“What’s this?” He demanded.

Forced to get up, Katherine crossed the short distance to meet him and take the tablet from his hands. She was confused at first, not understanding what he was referring to. Then she recognized the website that had been pulled up.

Thanks to the Newsies’ recognition for election coverage – which Katherine’s blog posts from D.C. had no small part in – the writing blog that she’d set up her junior year of high school had seen a flood of traffic. She’d decided to capitalize on it and turn the site into a writing portfolio. With the help of Elmer the web design wizard she’d managed to embed articles and videos from three different news sites. Specs and Davey had helped her to curate a sense of professionalism; balancing her more personal, opinionated blog posts with her news writing from the school paper, the more frivolous reviews from her time interning in the Arts section at The Sun, and the work she did as an intern for CNN in the fall. The site looked good.

Katherine looked up from the tablet to her father, a frown tightening the corners of her mouth and dragging her brows together. “It’s my portfolio. My writing portfolio.”

Snatching the tablet from her hands Joe scoffed. He swiped at the screen, scrolling to something before tapping with a controlled sort of violence.

“What?” Katherine demanded. Her blood was starting to boil and her earlier exhaustion had burned off as a result.

“You actually believe that this shows your skills? And don’t get me started on the complete lack of journalistic integrity.”

His sneer actually knocked her back, causing her to stumble.

“Excuse me?”

Joe flipped the tablet around again, showing the research articles that she’d put together for the Newsies. He sent the page scrolling.

“You actually think that you can be unbiased and yet remain in bed with your little activist group?”

Katherine’s lip curled at her father’s choice of words. Her hands had closed into fists and she only realized they had when she felt her chipped manicure biting into her palms.

“If you had been paying attention at all you would know that we have been praised for being non-partisan and unbiased. But that would mean you actually cared enough to pay attention to me,” she spat.

Her father’s expression turned stony. Any emotion that she might have been able to detect was shuttered behind judgmental eyes and a cruel mouth and harsh brows.

“You might think that you can skate by on talent and charm alone Katherine, in fact this little display proves you think exactly that, but no one is trawling the internet for hires,” he sniffed. “I certainly don’t. I would never hire you.”

For a second Katherine’s heart stopped. Her father’s words ringing in her ears. When it started again she drew herself up to her full height and met his gaze.

“Well it’s a good thing I never expected you to. You see the name at the top of the page? Katherine Plumber. Not Pulitzer, Plumber. Everything there I did myself and I didn’t even need you. I don’t need you to give me a job either. What you hold in your hand does more to prove that than any point you think you’re trying to make. I don’t need your name or your judgement and I certainly don’t need to stand here and listen to you insult me.”

Joe seemed stunned. Katherine used this to her advantage, already moving towards her bathroom and pulling her toothbrush, toothpaste, and birth control pills from the cabinet. She tossed them into the travel case she kept under the sink and then followed with her hairbrush and some makeup and bobby pins, hair ties and travel sized body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

When Kath walked back out Joe still hadn’t moved. She tossed the case into her backpack. She moved to grab up her pajamas and they and her laptop and charger followed suit. She wouldn’t need the clothes she’d laid out for the next day but she pulled them off her desk chair anyway when she swept up her keys, wallet, and subway card. The subway card went into her pocket, the rest dumped into the backpack too. She could fish her keys out on the train.

He was still standing there as she pulled her shoes back on. By now he had the decency to look dumbstruck.

Katherine closed the bag and swung it onto her shoulders. Fuck not having wifi, she didn’t need it for twenty-some odd hours if it meant not dealing with Joseph Pulitzer. With his condescension. His contempt. His utter disinterest.

She shouldered past him and finally he did more than stare at her. “Where are you going?”

Narrowing her eyes, Katherine jutted out her chin. “Home.” And then she marched down the hall. Down the grand staircase and through the foyer. Right out the big front doors to the muggy night beyond. Katherine didn’t stop marching until she reached the subway platform that would take her downtown.

Here she paused, waiting for the train. She dug her keys out as she waited. They rested on the end of a lanyard she’d gotten from her old dance studio ages ago. The pink one with a purple crown marked the front door. The Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland the back. The shiny silver the apartment. The dull brass the building.

There was a keychain on the end of the lanyard too that held a trio of keys each decorated in a primary color. The keychain was a metal art deco design with “Medda Larkin” and the theater’s name and her office phone number. The yellow was for Jack and Charlie’s building. Blue for their apartment. Red a townhouse in Georgetown.

She could hear the train rumbling towards the station and Katherine made a decision. She ruthlessly twisted the princess and Cheshire Cat keys from her lanyard, shoving them deep into a pocket of her backpack. When she held up her lanyard again she saw the places she knew she would be welcomed.

Katherine closed her hand around the keys and stepped on the train.

~

After about twenty minutes in her apartment Katherine began to regret her choice to storm out rather than simply kick her father out of her room. Not because she felt any guilt about what was said. Not because she didn’t have wifi. Entirely because she and her mom had decided to save electricity and turned off the air-conditioning. In the short time that she’d been gone the humid New York night had crept in and she was dying.

She’d had the ac running full blast, but it wasn’t quite enough yet. Her frizzing hair had been wrangled into a bun on the top of her head. She’d found a pair of old soffe shorts a size too small that she hadn’t known she’d owned nevertheless packed when she rifled through the drawers her mom had filled for her while she had been setting up the kitchen. She’d been searching for the tank top she was currently sporting and the shorts had been in with her athletic wear.

Sitting in the dark on her new couch Katherine could hear the city humming around her. Now that her quest to beat the heat was done, she had nothing else to focus on but the fight.

She wouldn’t take back what she’d said and done. Katherine had defended herself, her future, her blog, and by extension, her friends. What her father had said though? That was echoing around her head. His “I would never hire you” just getting louder and louder in her imagination.

Katherine grabbed her phone off the coffee table and swiped it open. She went to her contacts’ favorites and hit call. The muffled ringing bled into the ringing of her father’s voice and Kath was struck by the hour and a fear he might be sleeping. Just as she was bracing herself for the possibility he picked up. Katherine let out his name on a sigh of relief. “Jack.”

“Hey Kath,” he sounded muffled, like his face was mashed into his pillow. “Is everything ok?”

“Not really,” she found herself saying in a small voice, suddenly feeling the beginning of tears. They made the words want to stick in the back of her throat. “I- I had a fight- and- and- I ran away. I’m at my apartment. I need a hug.”

Dammit. She was crying. Katherine didn’t cry and yet here she was. Her father had actually made her cry.

“I’ll be right there,” and now Jack sounded like he was sitting up.

Kath let out a shaky breath and swiped at her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~

It wasn’t long until the buzz of the intercom made her jump, pulling her out of her mental echo chamber. The apartment was still warm but most of the humidity had started to dissipate and the temperature was well on the way to comfortable. She buzzed open the door into the building and stayed leaning by her door, knowing it wouldn’t be long until there’d be a knock.

When it came Katherine opened the door to Jack but not just Jack but Charlie, David, and Sarah too.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked.

Jack engulfed her in a hug, moving her out of the doorway and letting the others in.

“Housewarming party,” Charlie said as though it were obvious.

This made Katherine acutely aware of the fact that she had absolutely no food. Another thing that she was waiting to actually start living there to acquire. The hour made her doubtful if the local bodega would even be open.

“Umm…” she said, still being hugged tightly by Jack.

“We brought snacks,” he whispered in her ear. She squeezed him tighter, a silent thanks for reading her mind.

“Damn girl, you live like this?” Charlie joked, staring around the dark studio.

Giving Jack one last hug and a kiss on the cheek she moved to close the door and flip the lights on. “Sorry, it was hot and I was afraid to blow out the ac.”

David snorted, he’d moved to the kitchen and set his backpack down on the counter. He started pulling out sodas and juice boxes. “Kath, and I say this with love, this place is nicer than where I grew up. I doubt you’ll blow a fuse for having a lamp and the air-conditioning on at the same time.”

Katherine rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. Her friends chuckled and she noticed that David hadn’t been the only one to bring a backpack and they all had set about taking over her kitchen. The noise started to drown out her father’s voice in her head.

“Ok,” Sarah said, peering into her desolate fridge, “either you invited Les over before us or you haven’t gone shopping yet.”

Giggling Kath came to grab glasses and plates out of the cabinets. “I don’t think I invited any Jacobs over and yet, here you are. And at this hour.”

“Yeah, I was on Ellen and we were just about to start talking about what it was like to be Robin to Robert Pattinson’s Batman. Then Jack woke me up,” Charlie gave his brother a dry look and the other boy held up his hands in defense, a bag of Doritos in each.

“Sorry man but we all know the Kath Signal supersedes the Bat Signal,” Jack said.

She tried, she really did, pressing her lips together into a tight line but she couldn’t help but grin. Her earlier tears were long forgotten in the face of her friends. It was obvious what had happened, Jack had roused Charlie and called David who’d brought Sarah and they all came to check on her. To distract her or reassure her, whatever she might need.

Katherine paused, hands resting on the counter, as she watched her friends unpacking the supplies they had brought. That just made her smile grow as she realized that Jack and Charlie had merely grabbed whatever was in their cupboard before coming over while the Jacobs must have woken their mother – whether accidentally or intentionally she wasn’t sure – if the tupperwares filled with cut fruit, veggies, and Kath’s favorite homemade hummus were any indication.

Moving around her they began to dole out the snacks. Kath finally forced herself into action again, grabbing a capri sun from the fridge before making herself a plate.

They all made their way to the living room, arguing over who would be forced to sit in the overlarge beanbag chair that had been a staple of Katherine’s dorm since freshman year. It was the same beanbag that Sarah had to eventually decree was not a suitable bed and thus not allowed to be used as an excuse to spend the night after the boys had discovered it and tried to use their room as an escape from whatever mischief they might have gotten into. While comfortable it was extremely hard to pull oneself out of.

Kath found herself maneuvered into the middle of the couch, Jack on one side and David on the other. Charlie had gotten the armchair and Sarah sank into the beanbag with a resigned sigh.

The ac was finally doing its job and she leaned onto Jack, swinging her legs up so that they draped over David’s knees. Both of them just gave her incredulous looks before accepting their fates. Katherine poked at her hummus with a baby carrot, lost in thought as a silence settled around her.

She felt Jack press a soft kiss to the top of her head and sat up to blink at him in confusion.

“You ok?” he asked in a low voice. That’s when she realized they’d all sat there waiting for her to answer a question she’d been too wrapped up in her own head to realize was asked.

Katherine felt herself blush as she nodded. “Yeah. Um, what’d you say?”

“I wanted to know how the move in went,” David said fondly.

She’d just taken a bite of her carrot, so Kath waited until she’d swallowed to speak. “It went really well. I mean you can kinda see that,” she rolled her eyes in self-deprecation, “but yeah, the movers got all the furniture set up and then my mom and I did the rest. Took the whole day but it’s done.”

Kath shrugged and took another bite before adding, “The cable guy comes Monday so I’m shit outta luck on entertainment until then. No tv, no internet. But I’ve got some dvds if you guys want? I think I know where my Cards Against Humanity got to.”

David groaned as Charlie punched the air. This then resulted in Charlie nudging David sharply in the side with one of his elbow crutches for the groan. And saying, “You’re a sore loser Davey, it’s time ya get over it.”

David rolled his eyes and Kath giggled.

“Don’t deny it Dave,” Jack said, smug. The way she was leaning on him meant Katherine could feel him move as he spoke. It was weird. And funny. Kinda relaxing too.

“We both know that Les got the bad habit of flipping the Monopoly board from you,” Sarah chimed in, putting the lid on any of her brother’s world-famous rebuttals.

David flung his hands up in defeat. “Monopoly is a stupid game anyway! Do you know how bad they are for consumers? And us striving to create our own is just propaganda.”

“You know,” Kath chimed in thoughtfully, remembering a fun fact she’d picked up from a friend, “it was originally created to show how detrimental to society capitalism was. So, you’re right about the propaganda angle, wrong about the original intention.”

Her friends were all giving her variations of the same look. A mixture of mild confusion and dumbfounded. Katherine decided to just turn her attention back to her hummus.

“Well ok then,” Jack finally said. “I think that means you’re feeling better?”

It was a question, she could tell it was, but thanks to the distraction presented by teasing David and bitching about Monopoly she’d totally forgotten her own shitty captain of industry father. Katherine deflated slightly at the reminder.

She nodded meekly, though it was more of head wobble than a nod that eventually just turned into a shrug against Jack’s side. She huffed out a breath and her friends, no, her family – the wonderful marvelous people that they were, who came into her empty apartment in the middle of the night whilst she was wallowing and turned it into a true home in a matter of minutes – waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts and make up her mind.

“It’s a mixed bag?” she tried. Katherine could admit to herself she was stalling as English escaped her. She was left with the memory of her father storming into her room looping in her head, juxtaposed with opening her door to find Jack, David, Charlie, and Sarah waiting for her. Also, the word Gummiente for some reason, it was German for rubber duck. All in all, not a very banner moment for the wannabe writer. Maybe her father was right.

Katherine squeezed her eyes shut. She did not want to think about that. The air caught slightly in her throat as she inhaled. Would not even give him the satisfaction in her own imagination.

Jack must have felt her still because the next thing Katherine knew he was draping an arm around her and pulling her into his side. Then she felt David shift, gently swinging her legs down so he could slide closer and hug her too. A weight rested on her knee, the unmistakable feel of the top of one of Charlie’s crutches and she knew that the only reason it wasn’t his hand was because the space between the couch and coffee table was too narrow for him to maneuver with the couch full. Distantly Katherine thought she’d have to remember to fix that as she felt Sarah squeezing her hand, having finally fought her way out of the beanbag.

Katherine took in another shuttering breath. Her shoulders shook slightly. No tears tried to slip out though as she found herself laughing in relief. Brought about by her friends around her. Happiness and love for these people.

In a rush Katherine’s words came back to her and soon were pouring out of her mouth. A habit of hers that her father hated and had on occasion gotten her into hot water but for the life of her Kath couldn’t see the point in silencing herself, even if sometimes her voice reacted before her brain.

“You guys are just the best,” Kath breathed out in a rush. “I mean really. I’m so so so glad to have you all in my life and so thankful that you just decided to show up here in the middle of the night. Like, I know you were all sleeping; and I know how much you need it, bunch of overworked and underpaid college kids who run a human rights campaign slash activist group on the side that you are. But you somehow decided that I was more important than some well deserved rest. For some fucking reason.

“Which I really appreciate,” Katherine paused slightly, catching her breath and steeling her nerves. “Like, really appreciate. So much. So so much. Because I- I ran away from home? No. That sounds dumb. Oh god, I feel like a fucking dork but like I don’t care, cause I need to tell you guys this: I have a home; you are my home. I ran away from my dad. He- he found my blog and I’d say he was just being a dick about it but really he was being himself cause he’s always a dick so like I shouldn’t be surprised but we wound up arguing – I know, I know, shocking – and well I don’t regret what I said, it may have been mean but it was true, and I don’t regret coming here but it still hurt. He…”

Katherine trailed off, opening her eyes to frown down at her lap with the plate of snacks still clutched in her one hand. Jack pressed a kiss to the side of her head in encouragement. She furrowed her brows, screwing her courage to the sticking place.

“He told me that he’d never hire me,” Katherine finally said.

It was met with a chorus of shock and outrage. Jack and Davey both squeezed her tighter while Sarah let go of her hand to throw her own up in the air in exasperation. Charlie was letting out a stream of expletives detailing exactly what he thought about Joseph Pulitzer as a father and businessman.

After a couple long seconds David started laughing. It snapped Katherine out of her sudden shame as she looked over to him, fearing hysterics. David just grinned widely back at her as she gave him a questioning look.

“Kath!” he exclaimed breathlessly between laughs. “You don’t need him to hire you! And probably never will!”

She blinked at him, not following. Jack apparently had though, and she figured it was thanks to the fact that their trains of thought tended to run on the same rail. “You’re right! And it’s his own fucking loss!”

The two boys laughed as Katherine tried to work out what they meant. She glanced to Sarah who looked just as lost as she was and then to Charlie. He was frowning slightly but nodding as though he was seeing the logic in his best friends’ nonsense.

David realized her confusion, grabbing the tops of her arms so that she would meet his eyes as he spoke. “Kath, you already have a job.”

She made a face. “I’ve got an internship,” Katherine corrected him.

“Yeah, with The New York Sun!” David shook her slightly in his growing excitement.

“Your second summer internship there,” Jack added with that same almost manic cheer. “And this time they don’t have you writing puff pieces on kids festivals.”

“No they don’t!” David tagged back in and great they were going to do the thing where they traded off sentences to create one long argument. It was an impressive and truly fantastic talent, but Katherine hated when they turned it on her. Especially when she had yet to see their point. “This time you’re working directly for Bryan Denton, the one and only!”

As if on cue Sarah cheered “Our man Denton!” Which, granted, was a pretty Pavlovian response from any newsie when Denton, News Editor at The New York Sun, was mentioned.

Kath just widened her eyes and raised her brows slightly, her expression clearly saying “And your point is…?”

Charlie huffed, leaning forward in the armchair. “Kath, do we have to spell it out for you? Denton loves you. He’s like the Batman to your Batgirl, more Cain than Gordon in this case though you’re more of a Babs than a Cass in general and that’s not just because of your hair…”

Kath raised an eyebrow.

“But I digress,” Charlie said sheepishly. “He’s taken you under his wing. He sent you the internship application in like, what, January? Like right after break? And hired you himself. He loved working with you on the big World protest freshman year and was the one who suggested you apply to The Sun for the summer after in the first place, and you did last summer once the Newsies accounts were solidly off the ground. This is your second summer there. In. A. Row. And you spent the fall in D.C. At frickin CNN. An internship that Denton also suggested you look into since he knew about it from contacts he had from his war correspondent days.”

Rolling her eyes, Katherine shook off David’s hands where they still gripped her arms. Judging by his expression he’d forgotten he’d still been holding on and she let a small smile slip out.

“Look,” Kath started, “I won’t deny that Denton has been helping me out and kinda mentoring me, but it doesn’t mean he’ll just magically give me a job after graduation. If they don’t need another reporter in his section he can’t hire me no matter how much he likes me or how good he might think I am.”

Jack and David exchanged a silent conversation in a single look over her head. Katherine sat back so she could glare at them both.

“Uh exactly?” Jack laughed. “You said it yourself, even if there’s not room in his section he’ll make sure you’re hired at The Sun somewhere until there is. Or he’ll help you get a job anywhere in New York.”

“Not that you need his help,” David added. He smirked at her, but it was quickly turning into that proud smile of his. The same one he gave Les any time his little brother showed up on campus to brag about an A on a test or someone else he’d talked into following the Newsies of New York accounts.

“Kath,” Sarah said, speaking for the first time in a while. She was shaking her head in fond exasperation. “Your resume could kick anyone’s resume’s ass: You’re the Editor-in-Chief for the school paper this year. You help run one of the most up-and-coming non-partisan political outreach groups in the Northeast. You’ve interned for two different sections at one of the city’s biggest papers. You helped cover the midterm elections for CNN. Your articles helped bring about a major change in policy for one of the biggest universities in New York, as a freshman. Like, these are the highlights and only cover the past three years.”

Katherine started laughing at that. A mildly deranged sound that started bubbling out of her throat before settling into something normal. All snorts and gasps as her friends joined her. It was ridiculous only because it was true. And she had flung it right back into her father’s face before making a grand exit.

“Well I’ve always been overdramatic in my rebellion,” she managed to gasp out between laughs.

That only made her friends laugh harder. Sarah snorted before saying “I know” and clearly flashing back to Katherine blasting alt-rock in their tiny dorm freshman year.

Katherine shook her head. “But the melodrama was definitely an inherited trait.”

“Well,” Jack said when the laughter started to quiet, “you definitely outdid him on this one. Points for that.”

“Honey,” Kath made her voice sickly sweet as she teased him, a sure sign that she was feeling more like herself. “Don’t you know this is like Whose Line Is It Anyway? The rules are made up and the points don’t matter.”

“But just like Whose Line there’s still a winner,” David added quickly. “It’s pretty clear tonight it’s you.”

Katherine beamed. With a living room – her living room – filled with the people she loved there was no doubt in Katherine’s mind that she had indeed won. Even though she wasn’t quite ready to verbalize it. Not tonight at least. After a night’s sleep she knew she’d be able to go back and face her father, head held high with the confidence that no matter what Joe said or did she was untouchable. That in a few years screaming matches and steel sharp words would dull into memories, all that would matter about tonight would be that she finally realized exactly how lucky she was.

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 4]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut (maybe a tiny bit of fluff) Wordcount: 7.6k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies (it’s gonna be one angsty mess) Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) *a/n: this chapter is so messy, sorry and long (bc @jaxonah kept throwing ideas my way that I couldn’t pass up on! ILY SAMMY💋) and thank you @cutesycoupsy for proofreading and moral support! ILY 💕 Warning Chap. 4: smut (mentions..kinda??), more jealous!jk, lots of crying & angst, (maybe a different kind of cheating if you squint lol)

She was lying on her back staring at the ceiling, tightly clutching her phone over her chest to stop her hands from shaking. She had yet to reply to Ha-na’s text; still repeating it in her head over and over, analyzing those four words until they had lost all meaning. ‘I know your secret.’ 

 Jungkook rolled over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Maybe she’s talking about something else?”  “And what could that be, Jungkook?” She hissed and crooked an eyebrow at him. “You know damn well that she is talking about you and me!”  “Y/n, she can’t possibly know about us. No one knows.” 

“Maybe she saw us.” She trailed off, trying to remember every little detail about the little time they had spent together the past couple of days. She knew that every time she even dared to let her gaze linger on him for too long, it was a risk she took of getting caught.    “We are so screwed.” She whined and hid her face in her hands.  “Maybe you should wait with going into full-on panic mode until we know for sure…” 

“Are you serious? You are my only secret! How can you be so calm?”  He shrugged and let himself fall back into the soft pillows. “I just think it’d be much better if we tried to get some sleep and see what she has to say before we freak out.” 

She looked at him, his eyes were closed as he let out a sigh through his slightly parted lips. It wasn’t the right time to admire his features but she couldn’t help herself; he was everything she ever wanted. From his big brown eyes to his cute nose and those lips that felt so right against hers. 

“Are you not worried that she will tell Yina what we’re doing?” Her words struck a nerve and he sat up almost immediately; his doe eyes wide open in shock. He had almost forgotten about her; their little bubble momentarily erasing the reality from his memory.  “Shit, you’re right.” Jungkook got up, pacing up and down in front of the bed. “If Ha-na tells her it will be worse than me telling her or breaking up with her first.” Hastily he pulled the duvet from the bed, recklessly throwing the pillows on the floor looking for his phone.  “What are you doing?”  “I just wanna see if she told Yina…” He reached for his phone on the mattress and pressed the home button but there was no text from her. “Thank goodness, I don’t think Ha-na has told her yet.” He sat down, one leg dangling off the bed. 

“Do you think she will tell Tae?”  Jungkook tilted his head a little, chewing on his bottom lip. His hand automatically wandering to his cheek to pick at the peach fuzz. “I think so, they tell each other everything and if Tae knows he will probably tell Jimin…” He looked at her, her eyes looked unusually wet as if she was about to cry.  “If she tells Taehyung he will be so mad at me.” She sniffled and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Knowing her best friend, it was not even a matter of guessing how he would react if he were to find out about her and Jungkook. Taehyung would be disappointed; never able to look at her in the same way again. “No, he won’t, he loves you! But he will be mad at me and very disappointed and I think the others will be as well.” Lowering his gaze, he let his hand slowly wander over the mattress to place it on hers. It was a pathetic attempt at comforting her but he knew that she would burst into tears if he hugged her now and he couldn’t stand to see her cry. 

“I still don’t get how she found out! We have been so careful to not get caught.”  That was a lie and they both knew it. There had been moments where they had found themselves lulled into a false sense of security. Sneaking off to seemingly empty corridors or an empty dance studio just to hold hands and make out. “We’re so stupid, we should have been extra careful.”  “We were, baby.” He tried to reassure her. He looked down on their hands, both wearing the black leather bracelets with the coordinates from their first ‘official date’.  “No, we weren’t. We thought we were but somehow we messed this all up and I’ll never be allowed to see you again.” 

“Hey…” He crawled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No one is going to stop me from being with you, okay? Not even the other members and even if I have to wrestle against all of them, which I will do because I love you and you know I’d win.” He pressed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile when he heard her chuckle.  “You’re so silly.” She ruffled his hair, making it look messier than it already did. “I doubt you could win against Namjoon or Jin.”  “I’ll wrestle Yoongi hyung first and go from there.” 

She rolled her eyes, leaning back against his chest. “I hate this…”  “What do you mean?” He asked, the warmth of her body against his made him feel drowsy again; needing to rest his cheek against her shoulder blade for support. “Just that…the one night we can spend together something like this has to happen. I just wanted to be with you and not have to worry about our future together.”  “It’s going to be okay.” He nestled his face into the soft curve of her nape. “What are you going to reply?”  “I should just act coy and pretend as if I don’t know what she’s talking about, right?”  Jungkook nodded. “Mhmm, don’t beg for forgiveness right away. You can still do that when the time comes.”  He closed his eyes and listened to her fingers tapping on the screen of her phone. “Now we wait.” She sighed. “She better not be torturing us on purpose.”  “Sounds like something Ha-na would do.” He mumbled, pulling her with him so he could lie down. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, their fingers intertwined before he felt himself drifting off to sleep, not knowing that she wasn’t going to find sleep any time soon. 

* 

“So Hyungsik does like y/n?” Ha-na asked as she walked out of her bathroom while letting her hair down after washing her face.  Taehyung, already in his pajamas, was sitting on her bed applying his moisturizer thoroughly. “Yeah, he said it was cute and very charming how shy she was and he said that if she felt the same he would like to see her again.”  With a big grin on her face, she gestured her boyfriend to scoot over so she could get in bed. “That’s great news but what about y/n? Did she say something?”  “When we were in the kitchen she said, she just needed time to warm up to him because he’s famous and it made her feel a little awkward.” He plugged his phone in and pulled the duvet up to his chin. “I know she thinks he is handsome, she has mentioned it before.”  “I kind of thought she wasn’t into him but that explains a lot. Do you know what that means, baby?” Tae shook his head, eyeing his girlfriend with a curious look on his face. “We can set up a second date. Maybe it’ll be easier for her to loosen up if they are alone.”  “Will you survive not seeing their cute interactions though?” He laughed, gently nudging her.  “If you make either one of them tell you everything that happened in great detail then yes, I’ll be fine.” She snuggled into his arm while Tae was flipping through the channels on the tv. “Do you think they’ll fall in love?” She mumbled, feeling her eyelids getting heavy.  “It would be amazing; I’d love to see them both happy.”  “Awwwh you’re the sweetest.” She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing her phone to text y/n when her boyfriend made a disgruntled noise. “There’s absolutely nothing on the tv tonight.” He sighed.  “Really? I can think of something interesting.”  “You mean Netflix?” He pressed the menu button on the remote.  “Even better.” She giggled and started peppering kisses along his jawline, while her hand started unbuttoning his shirt. Taehyung contently hummed as her fingers softly drew little circles on his chest. 

* 

Jungkook woke up from the beeping sound of a phone close to his ear but it wasn’t his text tone. With gentle force, he pried the phone from her hands while she was still asleep.  A soft smile spread on his face as he looked at her; messy hair and her mouth slightly agape. Carefully he pushed a strand of hair from her face; counting his blessings. This was a sight he could get used to, wishing that one day he would wake up next to her every day.  The display lit up again; it was past 10 am and there finally was a text from Ha-na. 

“Baby, hey…” He mumbled, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. Lazily her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She was just too cute, eliciting a giggle from him. 

She hummed and pulled his face closer to hers, pressing her lips onto his for a brief second.  “When did you fall asleep?” He questioned, worry laced in his voice. She looked exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open.  “It was around 8 last time I checked my ph-…” She sat up, digging through the pillows to find her phone until she realized that Jungkook was holding it. “Did she reply?” She asked, not giving him time to answer before snatching it from his hands.  [Ha-na - 10:07am] Sorry I fell asleep 😅

[Ha-na - 10:08am] You’re in love with your hubby Hyungsik 😌🤭

“Is she for real?” She cried out in disbelief and threw her phone on the bed. Jungkook, who had been reading the texts over her shoulder, had a triumphant grin on his face. “What’s with that face?”  “Oh nothing, I’d just like to point out that I was right and we had nothing to worry about.”  “Wipe that smug grin off your face.” Playfully she hit his shoulder.  “Now that everything’s okay…” He pushed her down into the pillows, planting kisses on her neck, his hand wandering up and down her thigh, feeling the traces of goosebumps it left behind on her skin. “We can do something a little more fun.” Slowly his fingertips brushed over the lace fabric of her panties “Hold on…” There was a new text and his eyes widened when he saw what it said. 

[Ha-na - 10:32am]  So, Hyungsik wants to go on a second date tomorrow. Tae told me you have the day off, so we said yes for you. I’ll give you the details later. Love you ❣️❣️❣️

“Absolutely not! No!” Jungkook sat up groaning dramatically, taking the phone from her. “You’re not going on another date. You have to tell her that you’re not interested.”  She lowered her gaze. “I know, but I don’t want to disappoint Tae. I think, he would really like it if I went.”  “Seriously? But I don’t want you to go. Just tell them you don’t like that guy. They’ll have to accept it.” 

Nervously she was kneading the duvet cover between her fingers. Jungkook was right, she wasn’t into Hyungsik but it wasn’t easy to explain why she felt the need to go on said date. Maybe it was just to soothe her guilty conscience for falling in love with Jungkook. On some level it was easier for him, he didn’t have to pretend to be single. Yes, he had to lie to be alone with her but no one was trying to set him up with someone else. 

“Oh, so you do like him?” His hand was shaking when he pushed his hair from his forehead.  “No, I don’t… not like that at least.” She sat up on her knees, looking in her lover’s eyes. “I love you, you know that.” Loosely she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him but he pulled away, trying hard to keep some distance between them. He knew he would give in if she got too close to him, the slope of her breasts already posing as a threat.  “Then don’t go on that date.”  “I think, I’ll have to but I’ll make sure, he doesn’t want to see me again.” Jungkook scrunched up his nose in contempt. He didn’t like this compromise one bit, it was already making him feel nauseous to know that she was going on a second date. What if Hyungsik really fell for her, just like it had happened to him and then he would have to compete against him.  “Fine, whatever.” He muttered, puffing up his cheeks.  * 

Nervously Jungkook was pacing around his room; no editing, practicing piano or even video games could distract him from the fear that was gnawing at his heart and soul. 

It had almost been an hour since he had last heard from y/n while she was waiting for Hyungsik to pick her up from her brother’s apartment where she was staying until she got her own place. And although she had promised to text him as much as she could to keep him in the loop, she didn’t. She was probably busy eating all the food at some expensive restaurant to make sure she at least got something out of the date. Or worse she was actually enjoying her time with him. 

Jungkook’s blood started to boil when he pictured her acting cute and laughing at his lame jokes. He couldn’t stand the thought of that guy stealing his girl, yet he was confined to the apartment and had to endure this suffering until she got home. He had made a pact with himself to not act on an impulse, but the wish grew stronger to go after her and to make sure she wasn’t falling out of love with him. It was confusing to him why he felt jealousy taking over him when it came to her; with Yina, it had never been like that even when he knew she was out with coworkers for a drink. 

Casually he walked into the kitchen, where Ha-na was preparing some snacks. “Hey, Kook.” She said while putting the fruits she had washed on a kitchen towel before placing some chocolate in a small bowl on a plate.  “So I have a question, where exactly is that date?” He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, picking up a grape to plop it into his mouth.  “They’re at dinner. Don’t bother them.” She said, shooting him a stern look while arranging grapes and cut up peaches on the plate.  “Oh, so I’m not allowed to ask?” He raised his eyebrows, fully aware that his plan to be as casual as possible about his idea just failed.  “Honestly, I don’t know why you even care?”  “I don’t care…” He shrugged. “But I wanted to take Yina out on a date soon and I’m in need of a nice restaurant, you know? I mean, if it is good enough for Hyungsik then it is good enough for me.” Judging by the look on her face he knew that she wasn’t fully convinced and something was telling him that it seemed a little off for him inquiring about the date but he was also confident that she did not know about him and y/n so he had to keep trying. “Oh come on, it’s just a simple question.”  Ha-na turned to look him in the eyes, he tried to remain the innocent look on his face but her voice was cold and firm when she addressed the topic again.  “Let them be, Kookie! Don’t bother them!” She left him standing there as she walked out of the kitchen. He puckered up his lips and let out a frustrated grunt. He only had one other option left and he knew that Taehyung would break as soon as he pouted. 

“Hyuuuuung.” Jungkook whined as he opened the door to find Tae in front of his computer. Immediately his older brother put his headset down. “What’s wrong?”  “Ha-na won’t tell me where Hyungsik has taken y/n…”  Taehyung let out a low chuckle, got up from his chair and ruffled the younger boys’ hair.  “He took her to Yang Good in Gangnam, if I remember correctly. Why?”  “I just wanted to know because I need a place for a date but your girlfriend wouldn’t have it.” He pushed out his bottom lip even more and he could see him practically melt; being the youngest definitely had its perks - all of his hyungs would drop everything for him if he just asked.   “You’re so cute.”  “And you’re the best.” He shot him a satisfied grin. “You’re the only one I can always count on.” Jungkook would have gagged from buttering up Taehyung so much if he wasn’t in desperate need of some information and Tae was his only source.  “What date?”  “I wanted to take Yina out but Ha-na thought I was going to bother y/n and Prince Charming.”  “Oh, don’t listen to her, she just really wants them to be together.”  “And you don’t?” Jungkook was now awfully intrigued. If Tae didn’t approve of them, all he would have to do was let y/n know and Hyungsik would be out of the picture.  “I mean, it would be nice if y/n had a boyfriend. She hasn’t dated in a while and I just want to see her happy, you know? And maybe Hyungsik can make her happy; she really deserves a boyfriend who is good to her.” 

The urge to tell his older brother that he was the one making his best friend happy already started to flare up in his stomach. Jungkook just wanted to tell somebody about his feelings for her and how much he adored her but then he reminded himself that Taehyung wouldn’t approve of them being together either. Surely, y/n would doubt their relationship if Tae was against it.  “Hm, yeah.” His answer was quite lame but it was a safe one, making sure he didn’t spill his heart out. “Anyway, thanks for telling me, hyung! I think I’m gonna hit the gym now.” He patted Tae’s shoulder and turned to leave. He had to get to Gangnam sooner rather than later before the two of them left the restaurant and it would be much harder to find them wandering the streets. 

“Didn’t you go this morning?”  But before Jungkook could answer, Jimin called his name. “Jungkook-ah, you have a visitor.”  When he walked down the hall, he could already smell the all too familiar sweet scent of Yina’s perfume. Once upon a time, not too long ago he used to love how she always smelled like a candy store, now it just made him feel sick to his stomach.  “Kookie.” Yina squealed and hugged him over excitedly. “I missed you.”  “Yeah, me too.” Over her shoulder, he made eye contact with Jimin whose brows were furrowed but his lips curled up in amusement. Jungkook shrugged and detangled her arms from around his neck. “What are you doing here?”  “I just wanted to see you.” His eyes wandered over her body and he could tell that she had spent extra time on her appearance. While they were walking to his room, she kept babbling on about something that happened at her work today but he wasn’t listening. A feeling of aggravation mixed with frustration was consuming him; he really hated how she got into the habit of just showing up unannounced these days and yet again ruining everything he had planned; pushing aside the fact that it might be for the best if he didn’t spy on y/n.  * 

“We can split the bill. You don’t have to pay for me.” She said, trying to fish the small white paper from Hyungsik’s hands.  “This is a date and I’m a gentleman.” He handed the waitress his credit card and when he turned his attention back to her, he flashed her one of his signature smiles that made everyone and their mother weak in the knees.  “Fine, but dessert is my treat.”  “We’ll see about that. Maybe I’m just faster than you at handing people my card.”  She put her hands on her hips and puffed up her cheeks. “I’ll find a way even if I stuff the money in your pocket when you aren’t looking.”  “I’d like to see you try.” He winked at her with a cheeky grin before thanking the waitress as she handed him his card back. 

Arms linked they were walking around Gangnam, talking about everything and nothing; both eating the ice cream that she paid for. The big city truly looked different at night or maybe she could just accredit it to the company. She caught herself looking up at his side profile a lot when he was talking, wondering if this was what relationships and dates should be like. Not hiding away in rooms with locked doors so no one would find out. She loved Jungkook so much it hurt sometimes but a part of her was enjoying being out with Hyungsik, openly walking around without a care of who they might run into. He was very sweet and if it wasn’t for the boy that had already won her heart, she would have fallen for him instantly. 

He was very funny, smart and unbelievably kind; it wasn’t that Jungkook wasn’t those things but this was different. Whenever she was talking, Hyungsik looked at her with this unidentifiable look in his eyes and even though it made her want to break eye contact with him, she couldn’t. He was very intriguing and willing to let her be part of his world, but she already had a home in Jungkook’s and that was where she belonged. How on earth was she going to make him realize that she wasn’t the right girl for him when he had been nothing but nice to her? It felt wrong to make up a lie and there was no way she could turn this evening into a disaster. 

Although, it was a casual Wednesday night people were out enjoying drinks at the end of a long workday. The two of them were sitting on a bench, just watching people pass by.  “I really had fun tonight.” He said making her turn her head so she could look at him, admiring the perfect slope of his nose and how his lips curled into a smile. “To be honest after the other night, I wasn’t sure if you liked me at all.”  But she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “No, no it’s not that. I’m always a little shy when I first meet someone and it didn’t help that I had only seen you on tv before.” He laughed and gently patted her head. “You’re so cute that’s what I liked about you. You know, you were a little awkward but in a really endearing way.”   “Are you trying to compliment me?”  “Yeah, I was just trying my hardest to not state the obvious things.”  “Like? Now, I’m curious.”  “Hmmm like that you have a really cute laugh…” Hyungsik paused, turning his body so he was facing her; his shoulders looked so broad in his winter coat and his eyes had that gaze in them that made her heart beat faster.  “You can hold conversations really well and your eyes do this weird sparkly thing when you talk about something you love and your lips…” His voice got quieter with every word, the last being nothing more than a whisper. He leaned in, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face as her eyes fluttered shut when his soft lips met hers. 

For a second, she let herself fall into the trap of his sweet lips before Jungkook’s face appeared in her mind’s eye. Abruptly pulling away from him, she could feel her eyes starting to tear up. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She whispered, covering her mouth with her hands.  “Don’t be, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Hyungsik bowed his head a little; regretting that he had made a move too quickly.  “No, no! You did nothing wrong. I-I just can’t…I-I have…” Her lips were trembling; she had done exactly what she promised herself wouldn’t happen and if Jungkook found out he would be so upset that she went behind his back while he was worried sick at home.  “Is there someone else?” 

Her eyes shot up to look at the man in front of her; a guilty look on his face. She didn’t want him to feel bad, he didn’t know. Slowly she nodded her head. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed to the second date…” “Why did you?” “Because no one knows about the guy I’m seeing. We’re keeping it a secret for now and I didn’t want to disappoint Taehyung because he seemed so excited. I feel really bad for leading you on and I’m just so sorry.”  “Don’t worry about me, I can handle getting rejected by a cute girl.” He seemed to choose his next words very carefully. “I could feel that your heart wasn’t in the right place.”  Neither of them said another word until Hyungsik cleared his throat. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”  “Can you drop me off at Tae’s? I need to talk to him.”  “Of course.” He patted his knees and got up. “Well then, let’s go.” He held his hand out for her to grab and pulled her up to her feet.   

On the car ride back to the dorms, she kept her head low while the radio played the new catchy pop songs that had just been released. The feeling of guilt was making her stomach churn, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jungkook but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t tell him that she kissed Hyungsik. It would cause so much drama if he found out later down the road. Hyungsik stopped the car and turned the engine off. “What are we going to tell Taehyung?”  “I think that we just don’t have anything in common and that there’s no chemistry?” The words rolled off her tongue easily because it was the complete opposite of what she had with Jungkook - it was like he was her missing puzzle piece.  “Yeah, that’s good. Tae and Ha-na will have to accept that.”  She fiddled with the strap of her purse, wrapping it around her fingers before letting it fall in her lap. “Thank you, I did have a good time…”  “Me too, maybe we could go out again as friends?” He offered with a smile, trying to ease the pained expression on her face.  “I’d like that.” She leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek, only to see him smile and his cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue when she pulled back. “I really hope the man you’re with deserves you.”  “Thank you.” She smiled, as she got out of the car. Jungkook absolutely deserved her, that was the only thing she was sure of. 

She quickly made her way up to the apartment; and although she had to tell him about the kiss, she felt relieved that she would finally be able to hold his hand and just be with him tonight, desperately needing the safety of his embrace.  In the entrance, she quickly took her shoes and coat off and walked to his room. No one was in the living room; the only sign of life in the apartment came from Jimin and Hobi’s room who were listening to music and laughing loudly. 

Without knocking she opened the door to Jungkook’s room, only to stop in her tracks when she saw him lying on the bed, Yina on top of him bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. His hands were tightly gripping her hips, guiding her. With his eyes shut tightly, as the all too familiar whiny moans fell from his mouth. Yina had thrown her head back while resting her hands on his chest for support. 

The sinking feeling in her stomach made her want to throw up; she never wanted to see this. It was like her worst nightmare came to life right in front of her. It was like witnessing a gruesome car accident that she didn’t want to see but nonetheless, she couldn’t peel her eyes off. 

“Y/n? WHAT THE HELL? GET OUT.” Yina yelled, stopping her movements only to pull the duvet in front of her for protection.  “I-I-I’m sorry.” She stammered, as her eyes rested on Jungkook unable to look away; the expression of absolute bliss had been replaced by panic and shock.  “I said, GET OUT. Oh my god.”  She wanted to turn around and leave but her legs weren’t moving. He had promised her that she would never have to see this or any kind of skin-ship. What made it worse and almost broke her heart into a million pieces was that he seemed to enjoy her riding him. A pillow crashed against the wall, only missing her head by an inch, snapping her back into reality. 

She pulled the door shut behind her and waves of hurt came crashing down, threatening to drown her. Without thinking she ran to Taehyung’s room. She stood in the doorway, her hand shaking as she held on to the door-handle, fearing she’d break down if she let go. 

“What happened?” Taehyung quickly jumped to his feet, rushing over to his best friend. Hands resting on her shoulders, he just looked at her. “Is everything okay?” She just shook her head, trying her hardest to hold it together but when his strong arms pulled her into a hug, she burst into tears. “Was it a bad date? Did something happen? Y/n! Talk to me!” She held onto his shirt tightly, muffling the sobs as she could feel her heart breaking in two. Somehow Taehyung managed to maneuver both of them to his bed; wishing she would just tell him what happened that made her cry. “Did the date not go well? Hey, tell me what happened please.” His hands were rubbing reassuring circles on her back, but she refused to say anything. He wasn’t good at comforting people when they were crying, usually, he was at the receiving end and others were holding him. 

As he looked up, he saw Ha-na standing in the door. “What’s going on?” She mouthed but he shrugged, feeling her fingers dig even deeper into his silky pajama shirt when she let out a choked sob that he felt in his bones. Ha-na slowly walked backward and closed the door.  “Did Hyungsik say something to you or hurt you?” She shook her head. “Then what happened? You have to talk to me please.” 

It wasn’t like she didn’t want to tell Taehyung why it felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest but she couldn’t. Every time she tried opening her mouth, all she could do was sob even harder than before; choking on the words that were getting caught in her throat. 

Tae reached for his phone on the nightstand, if she wasn’t going to give him any answers then he had to find out for himself. It hurt to see her like this and he was clueless about how he could possibly ease her pain. 

[TaeTae - 9:32pm]  Hyung I was wondering if something happened with you and y/n? She’s really upset

[Hyungsik - 9:34pm] No, nothing happened. She was fine when I dropped her off. But Tae, she told me she is seeing someone else. Maybe it has to do with that guy.

Tae’s phone slid from his hand onto the mattress not able to grasp what he had just read. She had a boyfriend and didn’t tell him - her best friend since kindergarten. He felt tears prodding at the corners of his eyes; did she not trust him enough to confide in him? Was he a terrible best friend for not noticing that she was in love? Softly he rested his chin on her head, deciding that once she had calmed down he needed to talk to her about this, to make sure she knew he cared about her. 

What did that guy do to her that caused her to break down like this? He had never seen her so vulnerable and so hurt; she was always so strong - or was that just how he always thought of her? She was quick-witted, good at thinking on her feet; she had a big heart but wouldn’t let anyone boss her around.  When other kids had been mean to him, she always stood up for him, taking his side. In elementary school, she even hit that boy who had made fun of his odd haircut after his grandma had to cut chunks out of it to get the gum out he had stuck in it.  Maybe he had put her on this high pedestal ever since they were kids; like she was this untouchable force of nature that nobody could hurt or mess with but as he was holding her, an odd sense of sadness spread in his chest. Did she not trust him enough to show him how she felt? Did he ever really knew how she was feeling on the inside when she only shared good things that happened to him? Only once he had seen her cry before when they were older; it had been the night before he left to go become a trainee in Seoul, asking him to not forget about his silly best friend back home when he was famous but even then she had smiled through the tears. 

Taehyung knew that she must really be in love with that guy if he held so much power over her that she completely broke down in tears in front of him.  He tightened his embrace around her; wanting to make sure she knew that he wasn’t going anywhere; that he was still here for her no matter what even if she couldn’t tell him the truth.  

*

Ha-na walked into the living room, where she found Hoseok and Jimin sitting on opposite ends of the sofa watching tv.  “Weren’t you going to bed? You said goodnight like 30 minutes ago.” The younger one said looking at the clock on the wall.  “I was but y/n got back from her date and now Tae is with her because she’s crying.” She explained and plopped down on the couch in between them. Hoseok sat up immediately.  “She’s crying?”  “Yeah, like full-on sobbing.” She shrugged. “Was the date that bad? Maybe he didn’t treat her well?”  “Uhm Hobi, do I have to remind you that Hyungsik is literally perfect? I doubt that he had anything to do with it, he would never ever treat her badly. But I really would like to know what happened…” She trailed off, her index finger tapping on her chin. “And she came back here right after the date?”  “I think so, he picked her up at around 7, so I don’t think she went anywhere else.”  “It must be really bad if she’s so upset. Poor y/n.”  Ha-na nodded, trying to think of something that could have caused this breakdown but she came up short. She was 100 percent sure that it wasn’t Hyungsik’s fault; so who hurt her? 

The door to Jungkook’s room opened and Yina walked out followed by him. “Tell her to knock in the future! It was so embarrassing how she was just standing there staring at me.”  “And what happened with you two? It’s really like a tv drama tonight.” Jimin pulled himself up into a sitting position to make more room for the others.  “Y/n walked in on us while we were…” Yina’s cheeks flushed as she made a strange gesture with her hand. “I walked in on you too once…” Hoseok turned to Ha-na. “Maybe that’s why she’s crying? I wanted to cry when I saw them doing the nasty. Truly a horrible sight.”  “Ha-ha very funny, Hoseok.” Yina shot him a glare that could kill.  “Y/n is crying? But she wasn’t crying when she walked in on us. Is she okay?” Jungkook sounded worried, nervously picking at his cheek.  “She wasn’t crying? Interesting, so maybe…” Ha-na’s detective senses were tingling but he interrupted her again.  “Where is she? Did she leave?”  “She’s with Tae, he’s trying to calm her down.” She could tell by the look on his face that he was torn between something, she just couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Ever since she had noticed that they had been awfully close the past weeks, she started picking up on the little things, like them looking at each other for too long or how they’d often disappear for a while but that couldn’t possibly be it.  “Maybe she got bad news from home?” Hoseok suggested, but she knew that this wasn’t it either. She would have told Taehyung if something had happened in her family; after all, they were kind of like his family too.  * 

She was lying on Tae’s bed, legs pulled up against her chest, emptily staring at the white pillow. The tears had stopped spilling a while ago but her heart still felt like it was being squeezed too tight. Every once in awhile a solitary tear ran down her cheek, staining the pillow. Tae was lying across from her, his hand above her head gently playing with her hair.  “Can you please tell me what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like that.” His voice was soft, laced with worry and hurt. 

She was so tired; her head felt like it was about to explode from crying but she couldn’t lie to her best friend anymore. It was exhausting to make up stories so she decided to stay silent; not saying anything was better than having to lie again and again.  “I know it was nothing that Hyungsik did but he told me you said you were seeing someone, is that true? Did that guy hurt your feelings?”  Her lips began to tremble again; the pictures of Jungkook and Yina playing in her mind over and over again like a broken record that wouldn’t stop torturing her.  “Hey, no please don’t cry.” Tae scooted over and wrapped his arm around her. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Ssshhh, everything’s okay.” 

Nothing seemed okay anymore, her world was crumbling right in front of her eyes. What they had been doing wasn’t right but seeing him with her was like someone knocked the air out of her lungs. It was a cruel trick from the universe; making her experience the same heartbreak Yina would have to endure eventually. It was possible that she had brought this on herself; it was karma giving her a rude awakening. She had no right to cry when she was sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend but nevertheless, it hurt to see him balls deep inside another girl; seeing his face contorted in utter bliss like she thought only she had the privilege of witnessing. 

They stayed like this for a while; the clean scent of his lotion calming her down mixed with his soothing strokes down her back.  Her eyes felt heavy; she didn’t want to think anymore but every time she closed her eyes she saw Jungkook and it left behind a stinging feeling in her heart. “Don’t you want to check your phone?” Tae whispered after they both had been ignoring the repeated buzzing in her pocket. With a shaking hand she pulled it out; three missed calls from Jungkook and a text. 

[Kookie - 10:49pm] Meet me outside by the trees. Please. 

She sat up, reading his text over and over. There was nothing he could say or do that would make this okay or hurt any less but a small part of her wanted to see him.  “Who is it?”  “My brother. He wants me to come home.” Another white lie wouldn’t hurt her best friend when she was already lying about everything else.  “I’ll call you a taxi or I’ll ask Jin hyung to drive you.”  “No, it’s okay.” She got up, straightening out her clothes. “Thank you for everything.”  “That’s what friends are for, right?” He followed her to the door, where she put on her shoes and coat.  “I guess.” Trying her best to smile; not wanting him to worry about her any more than he already did. 

* 

Jungkook was nervously hopping from one foot to the other. The cold air was slowly seeping through his hoodie, making him shiver. Luckily Yina couldn’t stay and right after she had gotten into a taxi; he had to try fixing things with y/n. She wouldn’t answer his calls, nor did she respond to his text. For how long was he supposed to wait if she showed up? If he was honest he would wait for hours in the cold if that meant he could talk to her.  He stood hidden underneath a few trees off to the side of their building in the gated community. “Please come.” He desperately pleaded, looking at his message on the screen. 

The sound of heels on the pavement made him look up, and there she was; arms tightly wrapped around her waist.  “Hey.” It felt like his throat was closing up as she stood in front of him. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her breaths were shaky and shallow. The darkness made it hard for him to see her face clearly but the little sniffles gave her away, she was crying again. Jungkook wanted to punch himself for making her even shed one tear because of him. Earlier when he had heard that she was crying he had felt terrible but now that he was experiencing it in person, it was way worse than he had imagined it would be. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and just hold her until she stopped crying. 

“I’m so sorry you had to see it.” He closed the distance between them but as soon as he got closer she took a step back. “I never wanted you to see it. She just came over and I felt like I owed it to her since I’ve been so cold with her. I’m so sorry baby, I really am but you know I still have to do things with her…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He reached out, wanting to wipe the tears from her face but she pushed his hand away.  “Please don’t touch me.” She croaked in between sobs. “I can’t even look at you right now.”  “Don’t say that.” Feeling the tears well up in his eyes; he quickly blinked them away - he wasn’t allowed to cry, not when he was the one responsible for her tears.  “Did you do it because I went out with Hyungsik again?”  “No, of course not. Please, I told you I had no choice.” He took a deep breath, hoping his body would relax under the pressure that was weighing on his mind. “I was keeping my eyes closed the whole time thinking of you…I don’t think I would’ve been able to get it up if I didn’t think of you. ” She looked at him, searching for any indication that he was lying in his eyes but he was telling the truth; he owed her that much. Under different circumstances, he knew she would have laughed at him for telling her that. “Can I please hold you?” Jungkook tried a second time, hoping she wouldn’t reject him again. After waiting a few seconds, giving her time to answer he slowly moved in closer. “Please, please, please…” He whisper-begged her, but she just stood still and when he wrapped his arms around her, he allowed himself to breathe. It was like coming up for fresh air as she nestled her face against his chest and the familiar smell of lilies filled his lungs. One of his hands rested on her head, his fingers softly rubbing her scalp. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby.” Leaning his cheek against her forehead, he closed his eyes. Feeling her fingers dig into his hoodie and clutching it tightly between her fingers made his heart hurt; almost like the empty feeling in his stomach when he missed a step.   “Can you please break up with her soon? Because I can’t take it any longer.”  He sharply sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Jungkook wasn’t ready to take that step, no matter how many times he would practice what he was going to say to Yina on that dreadful day. Softly he pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping he would somehow find the courage to grant her wish. “I will, I promise.” 

[softspideys]

Time After Time (Part XI) (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

warnings: none

words: 1.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: okay for some reason people think that the end of the last chapter was a cliff hanger (which, going back and reading it, I now realize it lowkey is) but I promise you that wasn’t my intention when writing it LOL so sorry to give you guys heart attacks but he’s fine. and it’s bold of you all to assume that my writing could be THAT well thought-out anyway

It had become a habit now for Peter to call you after his patrols. You’d tell him about your day in excruciating detail, and now and then he’d interject. Occasionally you asked about his, like what he was doing and if he was okay. Sometimes he’d tell you, but for the most part he didn’t really want to talk about it. He was just content to listen to you.

This went on for a few weeks until one day, you didn’t hear from him at all. Naturally, this worried you a little. By now you were used to the feeling in your gut that you got whenever he was hurt; it was kind of an every day thing now. The only problem was you never knew what, exactly, was wrong. At least you knew he wasn’t dead or anything, because you’d definitely be able to tell then.

But Peter had never forgotten to call before. There were times when you only talked for about five minutes because he was so tired, but they still counted. You thought about sending him a text, but decided against it in case he was just busy.

You found excuses to stay up later and later, taking your time with your homework and studying for quizzes that weren’t until next week. Still no call from Peter. When it was almost midnight, you forced yourself to put your work away. Maybe tonight he’d just forgotten. There was a first time for everything, after all.

You’d just gotten into your pajamas and washed up when there were several rapid taps on the window. You stopped in your tracks, listening hard.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

Definitely not a bird. Slowly, you went towards the window, drew back the curtain, and—

Spider-Man was clinging to the side of your building, peering in at you. Once he saw you, he waved a little.

“What the—Parker, what are you doing?” you demanded. But you were secretly relieved; at least he was okay.

He didn’t answer, preferring to point to your window. You bit your lip. On one hand, he clearly was here for a reason. But on the other, your parents were sleeping right down the hall and would likely not be pleased if they found him in here.

But he was your soulmate after all. With a sigh, you gave in and opened the window, stepping back and allowing him to climb in.

You opened your mouth to ask what was going on, but the question died on your lips as you watched Peter crawl through your window and onto your ceiling like an actual spider. The sight was so bizarre it almost made you want to puke.

He flipped onto the ground, landing lightly and staggering back. “Whoa, hey.” You stepped forward instinctively. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine. Just a rough night. I need to sit down.” He practically collapsed onto your bed.

“What are you doing here then?” you asked. You could feel that something wasn’t quite right with him. He was hurt.

“I don’t know.” Peter pulled off his mask, his hair flopping around his face. “I just needed to see you.”

You were horrified to see a huge bruise forming under his eye. The rest of his face was unscathed, but you knew that his body was probably just as beat up.

“God, Peter, let me see that!” You cupped his face in your hands, tilting his head up. “Does it hurt?”

He was looking at you strangely. “No,” he said slowly. “I mean, it did. But it doesn’t anymore.”

“What? How is that possible?” you asked. The bruise was still there, dark and painful-looking against his skin. You released his face and he winced, touching it lightly.

“I think it’s because of you,” he said. “You touched me and it stopped hurting.”

It made sense. The bond that soulmates had meant that they could do special things, like feel when the other needed help or was in pain, or in this case, take that pain away. But it didn’t stop you from blushing any less.

“Oh.” You looked at your own hands, as though you were expecting them to look any different. “Do you want me to . . .?”

“Only if you want to.”

You did want to, and you knew he did too. So you sat down on the bed next to him. The two of you mirrored each other, sitting cross-legged so your knees were touching. You put your hands on his face again, your thumbs fitting in under his eyes.

He let out a sigh through his nose, reaching out and circling your wrists, holding your hands in place. And then he leaned in, touching your foreheads together. You didn’t know why he did it, but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

“This is weird,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, I’m really hoping your parents don’t walk in right now,” he said. You both laughed a little.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Calm. You?”

“Same,” you said. It was true. The noise of the city had faded away, and you could no longer feel the bed beneath you or see the room around you. You knew they were there, but for the moment it was just your hands, his face. His hands, your wrists. Your foreheads, pressed together. You and him, connected.

And you’d never felt so peaceful.

“Do you want to stay here? For the night?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

But Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

Reluctantly, you let go of him and got up. You dug through the laundry and tossed him one of your dad’s shirts, and turned your back while he changed out of the suit. “Okay,” he said, and you looked over in time to see him pulling the shirt over a surprisingly toned stomach. You swallowed, forcing yourself to look at his face.

You thought having a boy sleep in your bed for the first time would be nerve-wracking and awkward, but when Peter climbed in next to you, it was like you’d been doing it for years. You reached out and took his hand, and he sighed again.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, eyes already half-closed.

“For what?”

“Letting me in.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Mm-hmm.”

You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be awake much longer, so you said quickly, “Why’d you come? Why didn’t you just call?”

He was quiet, and for a second you thought he’d fallen asleep. Then he said, “I’m not really sure. I got my ass kicked and everything just . . . hurt. But for some reason I knew that if I went to you, it’d be okay. You’d make it stop. So I did.”

He was snoring before you could even respond. You watched him sleep for a few minutes, taking in his eyelashes brushing the top of his cheeks and the tiny snuffles he made as he breathed. You couldn’t quite place the feeling you had in your chest at the moment; it was a warm, tender sort of affection that you’d never felt before.

As you drifted off to sleep yourself, your last thought was that maybe, you were sort of falling in love.

* * *

When you woke up the next morning, it was to your alarm chirping and the sight of a sleeping Peter Parker less than a foot away from you. Your hands were still joined together in the same way they’d been when you fell asleep.

As you sat up, Peter slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he gained his bearings. “Hey,” you said. As you looked at him, you realized—“Your eye. The bruise is gone.”

“Oh, yeah. I heal faster than most people, so.” He shrugged, sitting up and stretching.

“Oh right, you’re a superhero and whatever,” you teased. He flipped you off as he picked up the suit.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked carefully.

“Really good. Better than I have in a long time,” Peter said, a little shyly. “You?”

You nodded, relieved he felt the same. “Yeah. Same. Do you think it’s because . . . ?”

“I don’t see how it couldn’t be,” Peter said. The two of you mulled that over silently while he changed before he said, “I should probably go before May comes into my room and sees a disturbing lack of me.”

“Okay.” You watched as he opened your window, pausing there for a second before he turned back.

“Is it weird that I don’t want to leave you?” he asked quietly.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, because I don’t want you to leave either. But you have to, and I’ll see you in like an hour at school anyway.”

He nodded. “Right, right. Okay. See you.” With one last grin, he leaped out of your window, and your heart stopped for a second until you heard the thwip of his web hitting the side of a building. 

A few seconds later he reappeared, and as he prepared to swing again, he turned and waved. Still smiling, you lifted a hand and waved back.

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[dong-hyucks]

forget-me-not. | kim taehyung

➳ genre. fluff, hinted angst ➳ word count. 1.3k ➳ author’s note. this is literally my submission for a school writing contest lol - admin. jade ➳ synopsis. taehyung wanted to visit you one last time before he was off to the military.

➳ masterlists.

   Taehyung never liked walking around at night. It was quiet. Unnervingly so, that the only noise the male could pick up was the clip clop of his scuffed runners against the cobblestone street. Maybe if he listened closely enough, he could hear the songs of the bugs and birds that roamed the night. A wind blew past him, making him shiver as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat. Despite his layers, the cold still penetrated his clothes and swept over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end from the frigid, winter air. He let out a breath, watching as a cloud made its appearance before him before evaporating into nothingness. The street he strode down was empty, dim street lamps illuminating its solitary.

   As Taehyung drew closer and closer to his destination, he felt more and more tired. He had spent so much of the day packing and organizing his leave that he’s barely had time to breathe. Dragging his gaze from the dank street, the earthy smell of rain still left behind from last night’s storm, Taehyung held his breath. The doorstep to a house he had familiarized himself with drew near, making him feel warm despite the gelid temperature that surrounded him, encasing him.

   He lifted a fist to knock on the mahogany door, rubbing his hands together to elicit some sort of warmth. Taehyung could hear heavy footsteps come closer to the front door, a sure sign that the house owner was awake. The door swung open, just barely missing the tip of Taehyung’s nose as it passed him. Taehyung smiled at the sight of his long-term partner, you, wearing a pair of pajamas that were too large for you with a sleepy glaze coating your eyes. “Taehyung?” you grumbled, still dazed from having been woken up, “It’s like… three in the morning. What’re you doing here?”

   Despite your somewhat cold words, you stepped aside, allowing Taehyung to enter. Even though you had only been exposed to the cool weather for a few seconds, you were already shivering. You could guess just how freezing your boyfriend must be. Taehyung barely kissed your cheek as he entered, relishing in the warmth of your cozy home. “I wanted to visit,” he explained, following you up the stairs to your bedroom. “Y’know, before I leave.”

   His words made you halt in your movements for a second, as if you had only just remembered. “Right,” you murmured, your voice soft as he continued up the stairs, “You’re leaving today.”

  Taehyung frowned. He never liked hearing your sad tones or seeing your dejected expressions. But he knew that today, it was to be expected. He drew in a deep breath as he entered your room. He thought back to his own chambers, to the military uniform that sat folded atop his bedsheets. He caught your far-away gaze and sighed. Slipping out of his coat and haphazardly tossing it on his chair, Taehyung pulled you onto the bed.

   You two lovers lay side by side, the only light being the moonlight that painted the room in a pretty blue shade. Not a word was spoken as you bore into each other’s eyes, basking in each other’s presence. You both knew what was to come in just a few short hours, when Taehyung would take his leave to join the military. You both knew that it’d be hard to keep in touch for the few years he was there, and that you wouldn’t be able to see each other for a long, long time. You both knew that, and you knew it well.

   The sound of clothes shifting sounded deafening as Taehyung moved to grab hold of your hand. He laced your fingers gently, as though he was holding the hands of a child. You pursed your lips and let your eyes flutter shut. You could already feel the sting, the melancholic sensation that came with salty tears.

   Taehyung used his other hand to wipe away your tears before they could fall. “Don’t cry,” he hushed, breaking the silence that had filled the room, “I’ll be okay.”

   You swallowed thickly, willing away your tears as you nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Be okay over there. If you aren’t, I will personally come over there and get you.” Taehyung chuckled at your sudden declaration, mumbling a thanks as he traced circles onto the palm of your hand.

   Time passed by slowly. The loud tick tock of your wall clock was drowned out by the gentle breathing you two emitted. It felt like you had all the time in the world to be together, there in each other’s arms, when in reality you had mere hours. Neither of you dared to fall asleep, for you feared that you’d waste time. Every minute counted, and you both felt blessed to be in the other’s company.

   Taehyung rested his chin atop your head as he thought back on all of the good memories, and all of the bad. He remembered vividly when he first met you, on a fateful day in college where you both had happened to join a photography club. He could still remember the shock he felt when there was a sudden click -- your first photo had been of him.

   He could remember how long it took for him to even ask you out properly, having been too shy and timid to do much. But, no matter how many years it took, now as he lay with you in his arms, Taehyung knew that the years-long wait was worth it.

   Taehyung thought back to little snippets of your relationship, your first fight, your first kiss, your first date. Thinking back, there were a lot of things he wished he did, a lot of things he wished he had said. That was in the past, however, there was nothing he could do than live in the present.

   You shifted, moving so that you could look at Taehyung properly. “What’re you thinking about?” you asked curiously.

   Taehyung only smiled, rubbing his nose against yours. “You.” Your flustered expression never failed to make Taehyung grin from ear to ear, the ‘deer caught in headlights’ look seeming goofy on your features. Taehyung pushed your messy hair out of your eyes. “Do me a favour,” he mumbled, “Smile for me.”

   You rose a brow, but complied nonetheless. You bared your teeth as you parted your lips in a gentle smile. Taehyung admired this expression, this moment of serenity, before he revealed a smile of his own. “There. That’s it.”

   “What?”

   “That’s my reason to come back,” Taehyung whispered, though his voice sounded louder in the quiet of the night. “I’ll remember your smile and come running back.”

   You blinked in surprise for a moment before you let out a bout of laughter. “Why are you always so cheesy this early in the morning?”

   “You love it.”

   Silence filled the room yet again, slipping in from the cracked open window. Your eyes fluttered closed, and if it weren’t for you playing with Taehyung’s hands, he would’ve thought you were going to succumb to the inviting hands of sleep. Once again, a peaceful silence fell upon you two. Just as the night started, neither of you spoke a word to one another and simply enjoyed the company. Thoughts of his military leave, the years he’d be gone -- all of it was just out the window. The only things that mattered at that point in time was inside the room.

   Right as the sun began to rise, it’s soft, orange glow lighting up the room, you finally fell into slumber’s grasp. Your breathing slowed, which made Taehyung feel just as sleepy. He stared out of the window for a moment, admiring the ever-changing sky, wisps of reds and oranges swirled into the dark blues of the night, signaling morning’s arrival. One final time, he shifted his attention back to you.

   “Don’t forget me when I leave. Remember me.”

[viostormcaller]

“Zhe Good Doctah Haz Got You”

(This took me, what? Three days? Maybe more? I don’t remember lol but I worked hard and I’m really proud! I hope you enjoy it too.) **TRIGGER WARNING: talk of self-harm, suicide attempt mention** It was around midnight when Marvin arrived at Schneeplestein’s bedroom door. He had been having nightmares lately, but this one was particularly bad. The shaken wizard stood, body still trembling as his hand hovered over the door. He wanted to knock so badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He just couldn’t. His heart raced and his breathing quickened, the fear of being a bother to his friend in the middle of the night getting the best of him. Slowly, Marvin drew his hand away from the door, and slumped down against the hallway wall, sitting on the floor, knees tucked close to his body. He silently pondered what to do, the sound of his still-hammering heart the only noise accompanying him in the dead of night. Suddenly, the world around him faded to black, leaving Marvin in a seemingly endless expanse of darkness. He then stood, eyes darting around frantically, trying to make sense of where he was. The four-bedroom house he was familiar with was no longer there, but in its place a dark void, which lacked any form of escape. The wizard began to panic, heart rate picking up again. “H-Hello…? Is a-anyone t-there?” Marvin called out into the nothingness, not exactly expecting an answer. His blood ran cold when a voice chuckled back. “W-Who are you?” Marvin gulped, aware of the shakiness of his voice. “S-Show yourself!” “Heh heh heh…how cute. The so-called "wizard” is trying to be brave.“ The voice spoke back. Marvin didn’t recognize the voice at all. He would have at least expected it to be Anti, if no one else, but…it wasn’t. "Marvin the Magnificent, huh?” The voice continued. “Don’t know what makes you so "magnificent”, honestly. To tell you the truth, you look a lot more…pathetic, to me.“ Marvin felt a slight twinge of guilt at first, but it quickly turned to anger as he shouted back out into the void. "I’m NOT pathetic! Who even ARE you?!” “It doesn’t matter who I am,” the voice responded. “But if you’re THAT curious…” the owner of the voice stepped forward, walking out of the endless darkness and just into Marvin’s line of sight. The owner was a young faceless girl, with blonde pigtails, a blue tank top, and a yellow skirt. Marvin almost recognized her as a girl that he’s entertained at a birthday party once, except…well, she doesn’t have a face. Marvin gulped and stepped back. “Afraid of a child? Hah!” The girl laughed, though her body didn’t move at all. With each passing second, Marvin became more and more unsettled. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the second voice. “Y'know, eventually they’ll realize you’re nothing but a fake.” A boy the same height as the girl walked forward, wearing a blue tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He, too, was faceless. “You’re just another useless street magician. You’re nothing special. Stop trying to act like you’re "all that”.“ Marvin took another two steps back, beginning to feel nauseous. He took in what the boy said and rubbed his arm self-consciously. He didn’t really know what to say now. "I-I…” he started, but immediately shut his mouth when he heard whispers in the background. They were faint, but coming closer, gradually growing louder. And soon, he could see them: a horde of faceless children walking out of the darkness, each one speaking it’s own insult. Marvin glanced around in every direction. The children were everywhere, surrounding him, and it seemed like there was a countless number of them. His eyes widened as he began to hear clearly what each child was actually saying. “Pathetic.” “Weak.” “Loser.” “S-Stop…” Marvin whimpered quietly, his head lowered and eyes fixated on his feet as he tried not to cry. “Failure.” “Phony.” “Idiot.” “P-Please…please stop…” Marvin pleaded as the voices continued. They were loud now, bouncing around the environment. It was quickly becoming too much for him, and he sunk to his knees and covered his ears. The voices seemed as if they were in his head, and no matter what he did, Marvin couldn’t block them out. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing rapid, and he felt nauseous as the world spun, the countless mass of faceless children surrounding him, chanting their insults loudly. “FAKER.” “LIAR.” “LAME.” “SCAREDY-CAT.” “COWARD.” “STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE!” Marvin cried out in agony, tears escaping through tightly shut eyes, streaming down his face, and hands tightly gripping his head as he was overwhelmed by the insults. The voices then stopped at the sound of Marvin’s shout, but something else took their place. “You know, I’ll never understand why we decided to keep you around.” Marvin’s eyes slowly widened as he removed his head from his hands, looking up towards this new voice. This voice, however, was one he recognized. “C-Chase…?” Marvin asked, reluctantly. Chase now stood before him, arms crossed. He stared Marvin down hard, almost as if he were disappointed with him. “Yeah, I agree with him. You’re honestly nothing special. Your "powers” barely even work!“ Another figure now appeared in front of Marvin. Well, more like "hovered” in front of him. “Jackieboy Man…? You too?” Marvin asked, heartbroken. Jackieboy Man just floated there, wearing the same disappointed expression as Chase. “He’s right, you know. Neither of us understand vhy you are still here.” Dr. Schneeplestein walked out of the darkness now, arms folded similarly to the other two egos. “Schneep, I…” Marvin began. “Ah, ah, ah. Not anozher word. You are vasting my precious time, Marvin.” Fresh tears stung the magicians eyes as he hung his head in shame. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Marvin was even more taken aback when he saw who it was. “J-Jack?” “They never loved you, Marvin.” Jack informed, almost sounding sorry for him. Almost. “W-What?” “You’re useless. They’d be better off without you. I’m sorry to say this, but it’s true.” Marvin gazed incredulously at Jack, and then back at his friends, his only family, who now all hated him. This realization hit Marvin suddenly, and again he lowered his gaze, beginning to cry. “I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry I disappointed you guys…I’m so sorry…” Marvin mumbled out apology after apology, sobbing harder and harder between each one. “Marvin…” “I’m so sorry…” Marvin whimpered, not hearing the voice that began to speak to him. “MARVIN!” The wizard jolted as he suddenly awoke, knees still tucked close to him as he sat in the hallway of his house. A dream. It was all a dream. “Marvin…? Are you okay, buddy?” Schneeplestein was crouched in front of Marvin, an extremely concerned expression on his face. If Marvin could sink any further back into the wall, he would. A horrified look plastered Marvin’s face as he recalled the dream. What if they really felt that way about him? “S-S-Schneep, I-I’m so s-sorry…I d-d-don’t mean to w-waste your time. I-” Marvin stuttered as be began to hyperventilate, terrified. “Shhhh…relax, Marvin…” the doctor hushed the panicking magician, trying to get him to calm down. “Zhere’s no need to apologize. You’ve done nozhing wrong.” A sob escaped Marvin’s mouth and Schneeplestein pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back, letting Marvin cry it out until he was calm enough to talk. “Zhere, zhere, Marv. Zhe good doctah haz got you.” Schneep reassured him. “Vould you like to talk about it?” Marvin then pulled away, nodding as he wiped his eyes and nose on his shirt sleeves. “Come,” the doctor then stood, holding his hand out to lift Marvin off the ground. The wizard grabbed Schneep’s hand and pulled himself up, then followed him into his bedroom. “Sit.” Schneeplestein commanded, pointing to his bed. Marvin sat and watched as the doctor pulled up a chair from his desk and sat in front of him. “H-How did you know I was out there…?” Marvin asked, sniffing and grabbing the tissue Schneeplestein handed to him, blowing his nose into it. “I heard you crying out zhere. It vas a tiny noise, but I heard it and vent to check it out. You seemed to have been crying in your sleep.” Schneep responded. “Ah.” Marvin slowly nodded. “Before ve get started, I need to do a routine checkup.” The pajama-clad doctor informed Marvin. He reached for his stethoscope, which was sitting on his desk, and put on a pair of rubber gloves that came from a box that sat besides said stethoscope. “Can you remove your shirt, please?” Marvin’s heart nearly stopped upon hearing those words. “U-Uh…” the magician stammered. “Is somezhing wrong?” Schneep asked. “O-Oh, uh…n-no.” “Good. Now, let’s get zhis over vith, so I can help you.” Schneep turned around to grab his clipboard and pen. Marvin’s heart began to race, and he began to feel nauseous as he reluctantly removed his red, long-sleeved shirt. He pulled it over his head, and set it behind him, letting out a shaky breath. Schneep, having gathered his materials, then turned back around to face Marvin. His eyes widened at what he saw. Schneep was used to seeing burns and callouses on Marvin’s hands and wrists from practicing magic, and was also used to helping him treat them, but…this was something else. Something way different. Both his arms were laced with cuts, some old and some new, some covered with bandages and some left uncovered. Schneep knew immediately that this wasn’t the work of magic. “Marvin…vhy didn’t you tell me?!” Schneep exclaimed, worry lining his voice. “I could have helped you! WE could have helped you!” Marvin swallowed, feeling a lump growing in his throat. He was trying so hard to bite back the tears. “I-I’m…I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t wanna bother you…” Marvin’s gaze was focused on the ground, unable to look the doctor in the eye. “It’s my problem…I didn’t wanna put that burden on you…” “Nonsense.” Schneeplestein quickly replied. “Doctors are meant to help you. And if I’m not a doctor, vell, zhen my name isn’t Henrik von Schneeplestein. Vhatever you need, Marvin, you come to me. I’m not just here to heal your physical wounds, but…” Schneep pointed to his head with a smile. “…also zhe ones up here, as vell.” Marvin sniffed, wiping his eyes. “O-Okay…” Schneep sighed. “Now, let’s get zhis over vith.” And with that, they got through the normal checkup routine. Once that was done, and Marvin was once again clothed, they could finally get into what was bothering the troubled magician. “Okay, now zhat zhat’s out of the vay, we can FINALLY get into it.” Schneep said, sounding relieved to start helping his friend with what was bothering him. Marvin just nodded, wondering where he should begin. “So, Marvin…” Schneep began. “Vhat is it exactly zhat is troubling you?” Marvin sighed. “Well…as you may have guessed after spotting me crying in my sleep, I’ve been having really bad nightmares lately. I’m not sure if they’re magic-related or not, but they’ve been going on for a few months now, and…” he paused, wondering how he should go about explaining the nightmares. “Uh…I’m not sure how to explain this.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Zhat’s okay, Marvin. Take your time. I’m here to listen.” Schneeplestein reassured. Marvin nodded. “Well…” he continued. “The dreams, they’re…well, they’re not all the same, but they have the same theme. Like, for example, the dream I had tonight…” Marvin then went on to explain in detail what happened in his nightmare. Halfway through, he had to pause because he started to cry, and Schneep gave him another hug while he calmed down. Throughout the entire time, though, the doctor listened patiently, writing down key points. Not only did he want Marvin to get better, but wanted to make sure Marvin was safe, before he goes too far and attempts to do what Chase tried in the past. When Marvin had finished getting his thoughts out, Schneeplestein reviewed the notes he took. Going over them, he had an “aha!” moment. He just might have pieced it all together. “I zhink I know vhat’s bothering you deep down, Marvin.” the doctor announced. “Does it sound magic-related?” Marvin asked. “Because I easily could have cursed myself on accident…” “No, no, no. None of zhose zhings. We both already know zhat you’re afraid of disappointing us, and letting everybody down. But zhe issue is that you’re not dealing vith it, just suppressing it. So, ve’re going to come together and help you.” “‘We’re’? You mean all of you guys?” Marvin asked, sounding a tad bit worried “Yes. You need to confront your fears of failure by addressing it directly. Don’t vorry, though, it vill be fine. Chase vent through a similar process, back when…” he paused, remembering the incident. Recollecting his thoughts, he cleared his throat and continued “Vell, you know.” “I understand.” Marvin nodded. “Also! You vill be meeting vith me once a veek to work on coping methods for your negative thoughts, as vell as to keep track of your nightmares. Sound good?” “Yeah, thank you. Really, for all of this.” Marvin said, sounding grateful. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you sooner. I really wanted to, but…I was just so afraid. I thought I could just deal with it on my own, or at least make a potion or find a spell that would help, but that didn’t work out.” “It’s okay, Marvin, really. Just remember, vhen you have a problem, I’m vere for you. Don’t take it out on yourself, okay?” “Okay…I’ll make sure to come to you from now on.” Marvin responded. Schneep then stood, and pulled Marvin into a tight hug. When they separated, they both glanced at Schneep’s alarm clock. 3:00 AM. “Do you zhink you’ll be able to go back to sleep?” Schneep asked, turning back to Marvin. “Probably not.” Marvin shrugged. “But I’ll try to figure something out.” “Do you vant to stay vith me tonight? I…honestly don’t feel safe just leaving you on your own, not right now. You understand, don’t you?” Schneep rubbed the back of his neck. He knew that Marvin would probably be fine but, after what happened with Chase…he was too scared to almost lose another friend, no matter how small the chance of that happening would be. And, if Marvin had another nightmare, a worse one, Schneep wanted to be there for him instead of leaving Marvin to his own devices. “I understand, Schneep.” Marvin smiled. “I’ll stay with you tonight, if it makes you happy.” “Zhank you, Marvin.” And with that, the both of them got into bed, with Marvin laying closest to the wall the bed was up against. While Schneep was able to fall asleep quickly, it took Marvin some time before he could fall asleep, as well. He felt comfortable with someone else with him, but he was still worried he’d have another nightmare. After about a half hour, he finally pushed his worry to the back of his mind, and fell into a dreamless slumber.