#the extra hard zoom in on his little “just play along nod”

[shallowseeker]

one of these days i will break down the cinema in STUCK IN THE MIDDLE (WITH YOU) to show that it's Dean who Mary is assessing and suspicious of in the diner, not Cas.

[shyvioletcat]

For zoom interrupted could we have one where aelin is attending a meeting and Rowan is supposed to take care of Elspeth and well hell ensures

Well, I don’t know where this came from. But it’s here and it’s fluffy, so enjoy.

Zoom Interrupted

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It was Rowan’s turn for ‘keeping the toddler out of the study’ today. Aelin had a meeting and they weren’t as accepting of interruptions as his colleagues were. Dorian didn’t mind, neither did Aedion, but a lot of the others had sticks up their asses and didn’t understand kids at all. At least with Dorian as her directing manager, Aelin wasn’t going to cop any flack for it if something happened. He just listened to the complaints, reminded those complaining of the situations they were in, and left it at that.

The only problem was that Elspeth had woken up today feeling like Aelin was the only person that existed in the whole entire world. She wouldn’t have a bar of him. Rowan had tried everything –– snacks, her favourite toys, cuddles, video chatting the grandparents. Nothing worked. The best he could manage was cartoons and being regulated to the opposite of the couch after she had pulled just about every possession she had into the living room and left it there. Even then she was still restless and whiny, every so often she whimpered a little. It was enough to break his heart.

Rowan was checking his phone ignoring the annoyingly high voices on the TV, when there was a loud clatter making him snap his eyes away from the screen. The remote had landed on the floor, the batteries spilling out.

“Elsie,” Rowan said sternly.

It was a mistake. Her green eyes went wide and started to fill with tears. Rowan sighed, he knew what was coming so he slipped off the couch to deal with the remote before it did. He’d just got the batteries in and the back on when Elsie cracked it, crying like her world was ending when all he’d done was say her name in a slightly lower octave than he usually used. Kneeling on the ground Rowan looked over at his daughter, who was now lying down on the couch, her little face heartbreakingly sad.

“I’m sorry, little one,” Rowan said gently. “But you can't throw the remote, it will––”

She didn’t let him finish.

Rowan sighed again, knowing this was a losing fight. “Do you––” more crying, “I can get you a chocolate milk, how about that?”

That caught his daughter’s attention and her crying stopped as she nodded at him. Rowan smiled triumphantly and pushed himself off the floor to go to the kitchen. He got out Elsie’s favourite sippy cup and the milk and the chocolate powder. Spooning in just enough that the milk was convincingly brown, Rowan screwed on the lid and went back to the living room.

“Elsie, here’s your…” Rowan’s voice trailed off when he took in the oddly quiet couch.

Elspeth was gone.

~~~~~

Aelin loved babies. And she loved making babies. It was just the in between bits she wasn’t too fond of. If the vomiting and near constant nausea, along with the fatigue, wasn’t bad enough there was also the fact she was shut in their little house with nowhere to go. Aelin understood why she couldn’t go out, she really did. But being stuck inside with a toddler and her husband with no one else to see face to face was driving her a little stir crazy.

At least today she had something to break up the monotony of the days. She had a meeting for work, meaning that she had to at least look somewhat presentable, giving her something to do and a reason to wash her hair. The hard part had been convincing Elspeth to play with her father for a while. She’d been extra clingy today and Aelin had to literally pry off the little hand that held her shirt in a vice grip. Throughout the meeting she’d heard muffled sounds of tantrums and Rowan’s efforts to placate their daughter, all in all it didn’t sound like it was going great.

And neither was Aelin. She’d zoned out a little while ago while Kaltain droned on about something that wasn’t relevant to Aelin so she put all her attention to keeping her breakfast in her stomach.

Then there was a silence and Aelin hoped that the meeting was over but then her name was being said, and from the tone of it, it wasn’t the first time.

“Aelin,” Dorian said.

She took in a deep breath, not quite exhaling as she said, “Yep.”

“Have you finished that manuscript?”

“Not yet,” Aelin managed to get out, swallowing back the nausea. It usually took Aelin no more than three days to finish a manuscript with her notes for the publishers. But she was more than a week behind on this one. It wasn’t her fault, every time she tried to read she just fell asleep.

“It was meant to be finished last Friday. I don’t think you’ve ever been late before,” Dorian mused.

Aedion snorts from his little rectangle. “Being late is kind of Aelin’s thing at the moment.”

Aelin sends her cousin a scathing look while Dorian looks confused.

“Well that’s it for today,” Dorian said. “Same time next week.”

“Before you go,” Aelin adds quickly before the call ends. “I need a minute with you Dorian.”

“Okay, I’ll just disconnect everyone else.” It took Dorian a minute but then it was just the two of them. “What’s up?”

Just then the door to the study swung open and then a small figure launched itself at Aelin. She gagged on impact, but managed to keep from actually throwing up.

“Elsie!” Dorian cheered. “How’s my favourite little gremlin?”

Aelin saw her daughter give Dorian a look on the screen that looked all too much like Rowan as she clung tighter to Aelin.

“Aw, what’s the matter, petal? Do you want to see the puppies?” Dorian asked.

Elsie nodded at that, wiping her nose on Aelin’s shoulder. Dorian’s dog had had puppies a few weeks ago, Aelin was a little jealous and had cried over the photos more than once. Dorian apparently had one on his lap and he lifted it up so they could see. Aelin’s eyes started to tear up immediately and the fluffy little things. It was enough to get Elsie’s attention and she moved forward, nearly knocking over a drink bottle, making Aelin jump up to catch it before it did some damage.

“Aelin Galathynius-Whitethorn, is that what I think it is?”

Aelin looked at her own screen, at the view Dorian had. The shirt she had worn today hugged her very small baby bump, all the more noticeable from the sideways angle she was standing at. Aelin readjusted Elsie who was currently tucked under her arm, and sat back down. “Yeah so… I’m going to have to put in for leave. I’m pregnant.”

“Again?” Dorian all but blurted.

“Hey,” Aelin pointed a finger at him, feeling irrationally angry. “What do you mean again? It’s only the second one.”

“Sorry,” Dorian said meekly.

“Well, you say it like it’s my fourth or something.” For some reason this conversation was now making her cry. Damned hormones.

“Did you just make my pregnant wife cry?”

Rowan now came into the study, no doubt looking for his escaped charge. He was scowling at Dorian, green eyes staring him down through the camera.

Dorian cleared his throat. “If we weren’t in lockdown I might be afraid for my life right now.”

“Lockdown won’t last forever,” Rowan threatened. “And I never forget.”

“Unless it’s contraceptives,” Dorian muttered.

That set Aelin cackling, her erratic emotions coming full circle, especially when she saw the faint blush on Rowan’s cheeks. Elsie started laughing too, cheered up by being in her mother’s arms and the little puppy.

Dorian sighed. “I hate to lose my best proofreader, again,” he added with a wry smile. “But congratulations. To all of you.”

“Thanks, Dor,” Aelin said, giving Rowan a nudge.

“Thanks,” Rowan said tightly, making Aelin roll her eyes.

“Okay, I’m gonna go before Rowan finds a way to murder me through a screen, we can work out deatils later.” That was all Dorian said before he ended the call.

“You’re the worst,” Aelin said, looking up at her husband.

Rowan sighed, “Sorry, I’m just tired.”

“How convenient, me too,” Aelin said. “How about we take a family nap?”

Rowan grinned at her as he helped her up from the chair while Elsie still clung to her. “Sounds perfect.”

~~~~~

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[ptergwen]

from one kid to another

w/c: 6.0k

warnings: mentions of drinking, lots of swearing, implied smut, and angst at times

summary: it was a mistake, a beautiful one that you didn’t make on your own

a/n: this genuinely is my favorite thing i’ve ever written :,) i say that a lot but this time i mean it, it’s really special i think and i so so so hope y’all do too <3 enjoy my loves

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there’s only one thing in life that testing positive for is actually positive.

depending on the situation, obviously. yours isn’t ideal, or planned or a blessing or whatever people say. it’s a gigantic mistake that you didn’t realize you made until a minute ago.

you’d noticed something was wrong when your time of the month came and all you experienced was the symptoms. cramps, cravings, everything except your actual period. as everyone is pretty much taught to do, you ran to the closest drug store for a pregnancy test. what the hell else could it be? you messed around a few weeks ago, so there’s a possibility.

your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest the whole time you waited for the results. you’d thought of calling tom over for support, but there are a couple of reasons why you couldn’t do that. you realized you made the right decision when your timer for the test went off.

two red lines. you’re pregnant. you’re pregnant, and your best fucking friend is the father.

where do you go from here?

the test falls from your hand and hits the floor with a mocking clank. you slide down until your back is against the bathtub. well, you’re fucked. what an ironic word choice.

the fact that you aren’t ready in the slightest to be a parent when you’re still growing up yourself is one thing. it’s another that this could ruin the most important relationship you’ve ever had.

no, tom won’t be mad. he’s never once fought with or even raised his voice at you. in your times of need, he’s been the one to uplift you and kiss your puffy cheeks dry. no matter how he takes this, you know it won’t be out on you. he is half responsible.

but, with how you left things the last time you spoke, you’re not sure you’ll be able to get past it.

tom is alarmingly good at hiding how he truly feels. you always tease him that it’s because he’s a gemini. he’ll come back with shut up, i’m an actor and stick his nose in the air to give you the full image. in all seriousness, it does take a toll on how well he can communicate.

you’ve seen it in small ways, like when he brings you along for press days and uses unenthusiastic smiles to cover up his yawns. how he’ll be polite in a conversation with people he’d rather not speak to, then mumble about it once you’re home. he tries to put forward the “appealing” parts of himself even though he’s more than them.

tom’s biggest communication issue is that he’s been in love with you since year nine and hasn’t said a word about it. you’ve yet to figure that one out.

you two became friends while tom was starring in billy elliot. his schedule was so scattered between shows and school, so he struggled to balance both. he often had to stay late for extra help on the lessons. you’d also been there a few times. you worked better in the classroom, and he was grateful he didn’t have to be alone with the teacher.

most kids made fun of tom for his interest in theater, to his face and behind his back. not you. you thought it was just incredible that someone in your own classes worked at the west end. you’d told him on your way home one night.

he’d heard you before he saw you. “you’re tom, right?” you asked from behind him, the two of you making your way through the hall. the question sounded friendly, and it wasn’t every day kids were nice to him. tom stopped walking so you could catch up. “yes, and you are?” you gave him a small smile, books clutched to your chest. he instantly returned it.

“y/n. i heard you’re in billy elliot?” you laughed at your understatement, then corrected yourself. “that you are billy elliot, i mean. that’s so cool.” “oh, i am. thank you,” he chuckled back, a full grin taking over his face. you were both walking again, you by tom’s side. “i was hoping to come see you soon.” your voice got quieter as you told him, like you were nervous.

tom never had much luck with girls, not at this point in his life. this was an opportunity to change that. at the very least, to make a new friend. he offered something you said yes to without a beat of hesitation. “what if i got you the tickets?”

from then on, you began talking during class and not only when it ended. tom really knew how to keep the conversation going, telling story after story that left you laughing so much your teacher would shush you. you’d eventually moved to hangouts at either of your houses. harrison came into the mix at some point, the three of you forming your own group.

the difference between tom and harrison was that while harrison linked with other girls, tom was only interested in you. he’d gotten a crush on you pretty fast, if he was being honest. it might have been your shared sense of humor or the way you said his name.

thomas, when he was being cheeky. tommy, which took the place of a pet name. even regular tom. that might have been his favorite. he loved how it rolled off your tongue. he loved, and still loves, you.

you’d gone to all of tom’s performances you possibly could, the ones for school theater included. you also gave him the push to take his talents to hollywood. tom was afraid he wasn’t cut out for the big screen, that he needed more practice and experience first. you told him that if this was what he wanted to do, he had to start somewhere. why wait?

tom then landed his first movie role in the impossible at the age of fifteen. he’d received tons of praise and almost gotten nominated for an academy award, all because you convinced him to audition. you played a huge part in keeping him grounded when he was between films, and caught him up on whatever schoolwork he’d missed.

you practically zoomed to tom’s house when he was announced as the next spider-man. you’d been constantly refreshing every social media platform marvel was on since tom became a finalist for the part. that process was probably the most difficult experience he’s ever gone through. you’d know, having heard all about it from tom.

the two of you celebrated along with the rest of tom’s family that night. you kept giving him little proud of you squeezes on his shoulder or knee. tom is eternally indebted to you for being the most supportive of everything he does.

he of course sends the support right back. although he went down the movie star path, acting wasn’t for you. you’d gone off to university and studied hard as hell and aced all your shit. tom quizzed you on material whenever you needed. he wanted to help you somehow, and this was all you’d let him do.

he’d offered to pay off your loans and any other expenses necessary because he had the money to do that now. you refused every single time, not trying to become dependent on him. he admired your drive, yet hated it at the same time. everything you’d done for him, it was his turn to be the caretaker. it should’ve been.

whenever tom wrapped filming for the holidays and came back home, you were always preparing for final exams. he kept you company, content with simply being in your presence. you typed away on your keyboard and read over notes until your eyes burned. tom occasionally brought you snacks, tea, asked how you were and what he could do.

sometimes, he would have to cut your study time short. he’d say it wasn’t healthy or you were overdoing it and to come relax with him for a bit. other times, tom let you be. he didn’t want to get in the way of your already stressful assignments. those were the nights you’d fall asleep in front of your laptop. drool on your chin, hunched over at your desk.

tom made sure to tuck you in, press a light kiss to whatever part of your face wasn’t covered in spit, then let himself out. he knew where your spare key was, so he used that. you’d wake up to a “Fell asleep studying again. Rest today x” text the next morning.

when it came time for you to graduate, tom was on the first flight there. it was during another round of reshoots for chaos walking. he respectfully told doug that he’d have to work around his schedule or replace him, which couldn’t be done so late into filming. tom didn’t care that it made him seem like a prick. he was getting to you no matter what he had to do.

he’d earned plenty of stares and whispers from people as he took his seat in the crowd. he was a proper celebrity now, so he expected it. his solution was to ignore everything and chat with your family about how proud they were of you, tom the most. he saw you go from a kid attempting algebra equations to an adult at her uni graduation. you’ve really grown up together.

it was why he teared up hearing them call your name, seeing you beam as you walked across the stage. your mom grabbed his hand and nodded at him, like she could tell exactly what was going through his head.

you ran right up to tom after the ceremony was over, leaping into his arms. he let out a couple of chuckles as he spun you around. “i didn’t think you’d make it,” you’d admitted, happy yet sad tears in your eyes. tom put you down so he could pull you in for a real hug. “i’ll always be wherever you are, y/n,” he said into your ear, rocking you while you gripped at his suit collar.

flash forward to a year later, your career is finally taking off, tom’s is flourishing like it has been for years, and you’re pregnant with his child. you’re trying to recall the series of events that led you to this moment.

you were both drunk, blackout drunk because the only reason you remember sleeping together is that you woke up naked in the same bed. harrison’s bed.

he threw a housewarming party for himself, having recently moved out of tom’s and the other boys’ place. the three of them, sam, and you were all in attendance, along with a lot of others you hadn’t met.

neither you nor tom could figure out where he knew all those people from. he’d clinged to you two for the most part, more so you now with tom usually away. they could have been from work. harrison is breaking into the business himself, small roles here and there. tom actually met him in your school’s theater program, then he introduced him to you, ten years ago already.

sam entertained himself by making concoctions with the snacks harrison set out. harry got together a playlist for the party. harrison and tuwaine struck up a conversation with some of harrison’s actor friends. that left you and tom alone, out of stuff to do, and with one way to fix it.

“drink?” tom had asked you, a smirk playing on his lips. “love one,” you hummed back and set off for the kitchen. the two of you raided harrison’s liquor cabinet, grabbing his biggest bottle of wine. he’d dumbly pointed it out during the house tour he gave you before the other guests arrived.

you were about to search for glasses, but tom’s fingers threaded through yours. he gently tugged you away and nodded behind him. “let’s bring this upstairs. seems much more fun there,” he’d murmured over the music, a grin breaking across your face.

tom is big on clubbing and socializing, however, you aren’t. he comes up with ways to get you out of these events, just in case.

“we can break in harrison’s bed for him,” you said as a completely harmless joke, no intentions of that becoming your reality later on. spoiler alert: it did. “and how are we gonna do that?” tom quirked a suggestive eyebrow and breathed out a laugh as you dragged him towards the stairs. despite yourself, you’d giggled at his words.

not one drink in either of you yet, and you were stumbling and cracking up as you ran upstairs. you’d pulled tom by your still attached hands into what you remembered as harrison’s room. tom shut the door, locked it, saying under his breath that would be a “convenient investment” for him to make as well.

he took out a bottle opener that he must have put in his pocket at some point and got to work on your wine, you getting comfortable on the new mattress. the two of you passed it to the other after every sip, tom licking the taste of your lip gloss off his own lips every so often.

the equivalent of three drinks in, you were making out. both of you were just tipsy at this point, tom holding you by your hips as you lied down, your legs around his waist. god, he could’ve done this sober. he’d dreamed about kissing you, really kissing you since he was fourteen. you’d always felt like you two had something more. ah, there it was.

halfway through the bottle got you past the next two bases, and you were ready for the fourth and ultimate one by the time you shook the last few drops onto the tip of your tongue. tom groaned at the sight of that, drawing your half naked body in closer to his.

you two had forgotten to use protection in each of your drunken states. without a doubt, you both would’ve agreed to a condom had your minds not been everywhere but where they should have.

you’d woken up first the morning after, panic immediately coursing through your veins thicker than blood. a fully nude and sleeping tom had you in his embrace, arms secured around your middle, facing you. you gasped when you made the connection, loudly enough to wake tom up. his long eyelashes tickled your face, a confused pout on his lips. uh... um...

“did we fucking...” you trailed off, no words to describe whatever unfolded. “fuck?” tom finished for you. a very blunt explanation, but true nevertheless. “looks like it,” he rasped, pout changing into a smile. your face fell at the vague memories of how you spent your night.

you definitely wanted to do it. just, he’s your best friend, who’s seen you at your least sexy moments over the years. when you were sick, had breakdowns from stress, you name literally anything, tom was there. it took one bottle of cheap wine for him to forget that?

the real answer was no. tom is entirely in love with you, for a decade at that. you were beginning to discover you feel the same, only you had no idea he already loves you. you’d assumed this was meant to be merely a hookup. from the frown your face held, he’d thought you were regretting it. oh, were you both so wrong.

“um... we don’t have to talk about it,” tom told you halfheartedly, under the impression that’s what you preferred. you physically felt yourself get weaker in tom’s strong arms. he’s not interested. “yeah, that’s probably for the best. i...” you were lying. his heart shrunk, shriveled up inside his chest. she doesn’t love me like that.

“you have to go. aren’t you behind on some emails?” tom hoped you didn’t hear his voice strain from the tears pushing at his eyes. “right. almost forgot, thanks.” you’d plastered on a smile, slipping out of his grasp. a tear rolled down his cheek, so he wiped it away before you noticed. you’d already gotten out of the bed and begun picking your clothes up off the floor.

“i’ll drive you home, then.” he rolled on to his other side, you thought so he could give you privacy to change. it was that, and also because he was crying. he couldn’t hold it in. tom is naturally an emotional person. imagine finding out the love you’ve had almost half your life is unreciprocated. it’s soul crushing.

you two found harrison snoring and on top of tuwaine as you left the house. no silly remarks or shared glances for the first time in ten years. tom couldn’t muster anything up, and you felt numb.

the drive was painful. you’d said your goodbyes after tom pulled up to the curb, which held an odd weight to them. once you were out of the car, a sob wracked through him, banging on the steering wheel and not giving a shit about the loud horn going off. you collapsed face first onto your bed. hours passed by while you stared at nothing and contemplated everything.

since it happened, you haven’t spoken much. small talk over text every few days or so, both of you pretending things are normal for the other’s sake. about a month later, today, is when you found out you’re pregnant.

there’s no use wallowing in any of this. you need to figure out your next move, one that should probably involve tom. first, you want to talk to someone else. you want other opinions and a voice in your head that isn’t your own. harrison gets a text from you saying to come over now, the now in all caps. he does.

you let him in after the second knock, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. however torn you are, you must look it. shirt balled in your fists, lip quivering. he keeps his eyes on yours as he steps inside, pushing the door shut behind him. this is all becoming too real. “y/n, are you okay?”

you’re about to cry in three, two...

“haz, i fucked up,” you choke out, tears unable to stay at bay. he takes you into his arms for a hug. half your face is hidden in his shoulder, hands clutching at his back. he lets you cry it out, holding you until your heavy breathing steadies. “what’s happened?” harrison asks quietly, both of you leaving the hug.

“if- if i tell you, you can’t freak out. you can’t tell anyone else, either,” you instruct, searching his eyes for certainty that he won’t under any circumstances. “i won’t, y/n/n,” he assures you and puts an encouraging hand on your arm. your heart pounding abnormally fast, you spit it out. your first time saying it aloud. “i’m pregnant.”

harrison flinches and doesn’t even try to conceal it. he takes his hand off of you, worry swimming across his features. he blinks at you, unsure of what to say. you’d react the same way, maybe worse, so you don’t blame him. a discussion you, him, and tom had a couple years back replays in his mind.

the three of you were talking about your futures, seeing as you were close to living them. when tom asked you two where you stood on having your own families, you didn’t hesitate to answer. “nope, the factory is closed for a long ass time.” until you were in your thirties, you aimed to focus on yourself. harrison distinctly remembered because of how you phrased it.

“you’re... you... wow,” is all he replies with. you head over to the couch, more tears welling up in your eyes. do the pregnancy hormones act up this early? harrison follows you over and sits down next to you with an awkward clearing of his throat. “do you want to be pregnant?” he has to ask because he’s not sure if he should congratulate you or what.

“i don’t know,” you answer honestly, voice airy. your eyes are fixed on the wall in front of you. you haven’t given yourself time to think about it. there are so many reasons you don’t, and a single one you do. “do you, um, know who the dad is?” harrison glances over at you. “yeah.” your voice cracks. you’re both afraid for him to ask what he does next.

he shifts so he’s sitting up. “can i know?” a sniffle passing through you, you finally look at him. “it’s tom,” you say it before you lose the nerve to. harrison’s face doesn’t change this time. he isn’t surprised you and tom went there. he’d seen your friendship growing into more the older you all got. what he can’t believe is where it took you.

his best friend pregnant, and his other best friend responsible for it.

“when did you...” “at your party,” you explain, bringing your legs up so they’re criss cross on the couch. “i thought you were gone a little too long.” he says that to try cheering you up. you appreciate the effort, but it doesn’t work. you’re not in a joking mood. he’ll stick to the main issue. “so, have you told him?”

“clearly not,” you scoff, not at him but at what you two have gotten yourselves into. “y/n... i think you should tell him,” harrison sighs out, then adds, “whether you keep it or not.” “why? that would ruin everything, it already has.” you’re getting angry now, which plunges you into angry crying, voice unsteady as you go on.

“the last time i saw tom was that night, and i guess it meant more to me than it did to him because we haven’t talked about it at all. he didn’t want to.” you swipe the back of your hand across your eyes, gaze stern compared to harrison’s soft one.

he drapes an arm around your shoulders, you curling into him with another sniffle. he doesn’t say anything for a minute, then he tries again. “i know you, y/n, and i know tom. you’ll kill yourselves not talking about this.” he’s right, no shit he is. avoiding telling tom how you feel, and your pregnancy on top of that, it’s eating you up inside. it’s swallowing you whole.

“what if he doesn’t want to be a dad? or- or i’m a shit mum?” you croak out, your doubts getting the best of you. “i can barely take care of myself. what am i supposed to do with a baby?” you’re leaning forward with your hands pressing into your temples. harrison’s hand moves to your upper back. “i- i don’t think i should have them. i... we can’t,” you conclude.

“tom loves kids,” he gives you a gentle reminder. “why would his own be the exception?” another good point, yet you still have rebuttles. “right, he’s a godfather and he’s really good with them and all that, but i’m not the right person, and it’s a terrible time,” you tell him all at once, in a rush to get your words out before harrison’s sway you.

“he’s never around, i’m doing my own stuff. we’re not meant for this.” you lift your head out of your hands and sit back on the couch. harrison returns his hands to his lap. he’s frowning at you, which you see from the corner of your eye. “i’m not going to force you to have the baby. just saying you have options.”

yeah, really shitty ones.

“either way, talk to tom.” harrison says this more like a demand so you’ll take his advice into actual consideration. “at least about the hookup.” your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes watering for the nth time already.

you have no choice because he’s right again. you’ll never move on from what happened unless you and tom address it.

the next morning, you do what harrison told you to and invite tom over. he replied saying he was on his way maybe a minute later. he’s nervous to see you because yeah, but more so looking forward since it’s been so long. you’re so nauseous you barely have room for nerves. it’s morning sickness with a hint anxiety.

it feels almost normal when he first gets here, no how’ve you been and what are you up to these days? being as close as you and tom are, you’re not capable of such a dry conversation. personally, you still feel uneasy while he recounts a golfing incident him and harry got into the other day. you know something he doesn’t.

“when i tell you we flew, we flew,” tom makes a pushing forward motion with both hands. “right into the tree. i think harry, like, dented part of his face.” he lets out a breathy laugh, you forcing out one of your own. you’d be more interested without the fact that you’re expecting a child, his child, at the back of your mind.

tom exhales, shifting to face you on your couch. it’s funny how different things were when you and harrison sat in these same spots yesterday. so much has and is about to change.

“they had to send another golf cart to come get us. it was wild.” “it sounds wild,” you hollowly agree. he can tell you’re not too invested in hearing about harry’s terrible driving skills, so he changes the subject. “anyway, harrison told me he came over last night?” your stomach drops, heat coming over your whole body.

“did... did he say why?” you murmur with a look of urgency in your eyes. tom shrugs a shoulder, and casually. there’s no way he knows. “no, was he supposed to?” his tone stays playful, which you can thankfully tell. that puts you more at ease. “no. no, never mind. i would’ve asked you to come, but...” you’re searching through your catalog of excuses.

thank god tom says something else because you can’t find a good one. “it’s alright. i actually, um, had a work call.” a small smile spreads across his face, a proud one. intrigued, you raise both eyebrows. “what’d you talk about?” tom twiddles with his fingers in his lap. “i’ve been offered an audition for this really amazing film. everything works out, it’ll be huge for me.”

you’re smiling back this time, putting a hand over one of his. “woah, that’s incredible. i’m so happy for you, tom.” you lock your fingers with his from the back of his hand. he looks down at them, humbly shaking his head. “when is it?” “a few weeks from today. it films in brazil...”

oh. you can’t tell him now. it’s not worth him missing out on a milestone in his career for a baby you’re not sure you should have. that would be so unfair of you to ask. what are you going to do, not support his dreams for the first time in a literal decade? and, you’d call yourself his best friend through it all?

you guess this also means the way you feel about tom is one sided. he’s okay with leaving you after the most intimate moment you two have ever shared. you’ll dance around it the rest of your lives. better yet, act like the night never even happened. that’s not so easy to do when you’ve got a permanent reminder of it.

the thought makes you sick to your stomach. so sick, you could...

while tom is talking more about what the audition entails, you suddenly bolt up from the couch. you run for the bathroom, a hand cupped over your mouth. his face twists up in confusion from your disappearance. tom calls, “y/n/n?” out to you, but you can’t respond because your head is in the toilet. he rushes in when he hears you retching.

he gets onto the floor with you. you’re bent over, puking your guts out, back in another place where your life changed forever less than twenty four hours ago. tom pulls your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, his other on your back. that’s all you have in you. you stay over the toilet just to be sure.

saliva drips from your mouth, making you cough roughly, the sound echoing. tom moves so he’s next to you, keeping his hand in your hair and not caring one bit about the smell because he loves you and he’s utterly concerned about what he witnessed.

“love, are you sick?” he coos, searching for your eyes. they water from the intensity of everything. “morning sickness,” you answer without thinking first. shit. shit, shit, shit. it came out of you like more vomit, word vomit. there’s no going back now.

tom lets go of your hair with his eyes still on yours. his hand on your back then leaves you, fingers trailing down your body as they go. “morning sickness,” he repeats, putting it together. “you’re pregnant?” guilt taking over your features, you sit across from tom. you’re once again leaning against the bathtub, him against the counter.

“this isn’t how i wanted you to find out,” you admit and bring your knees up to your chest. “i took a test yesterday. it was positive.” your arms wrap around your legs, you now tearing up because tom figured it out. a shaky breath passes his lips. “i haven’t gone to my doctor or anything yet, but i-“

“are you keeping the baby?” tom cuts in. not to judge you for your choice, to find out what the fuck is going on before he travels across the world. you tighten your arms around yourself, grabbing your wrist. “i haven’t decided.” he gives you an understanding nod and reaches out for you. you dodge him. he might not want to do that after what you say next.

“tom, i... there’s more,” you whimper out. “yeah. i’m... i’m listening,” tom croaks, unable to hold in his infinite amount of emotions for a multitude of reasons. he’s losing you a second time. more tears spill from your eyes as you break the news, the news that will destroy what he’s been working towards his entire life.

“the baby is yours.” his face relaxes, looking almost relieved when you confess it. “when we slept together, uh,” you’re sure it’s obvious enough that you don’t have to go over the details. he’s tearing up himself. you reluctantly continue. “if you still want to audition, i get it. we don’t have to do this.”

“fuck the audition. fuck the whole movie. all of my movies, really,” tom surprises you by blurting out. he moves in until your legs are touching. “i’m staying. even if you don’t have the baby, i have to be here.” you watch in disbelief as he wipes away what are actually happy tears. “really? i was scared you’d resent me for it, or hate me even,” you mumble to him.

“y/n, what? why would i ever do that?” tom places a hand on your cheek, touch gentle and filled with love. you part your legs so he can be closer to you. he takes the space between them, thumb brushing over your skin. “i didn’t think you’d want to deal with all of this. i thought that night was only a hookup for you.” your voice wobbles under his gaze.

“no, are you kidding? i thought that’s what you thought.” he’s smiling now, eyes twinkling along with it. what he’s been meaning to tell you since you were only kids finally comes out. “i’ve loved you as long as i’ve known you, y/n. i always imagined myself doing this with you.” his words draw a quiet laugh from you, a happy one. “i know we were drunk, but i meant it all.”

the sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, they make you cry all over again. you’re getting used to it.

“i love you, tom,” you lean into him with a sniffle and a grin, his forehead now resting on yours, using his thumb to catch one of your tears. “i really do.” “i love you forever. i always have,” tom speaks lowly, breath fanning across your face. your hands grab at his shoulders. “so, you’ll stay? you’ll do this with me?” he reminds you of what he said before, this time a promise.

“forever.”

-

you ended up having the baby, and tom held your hand through the entire labor. nikki was holding his other hand, your mom holding your other hand. harrison had originally been in the room as well. when you started to push, he got freaked out and had to leave. your support system remained strong either way.

despite his repulsion of your daughter’s birth, you and tom decided to make harrison her godfather. he eventually became the godfather of your other two children also, which you had a few years later.

tom took a paternity leave from the industry so he could be with you and jamie. he’d also used his time off to propose to you, something else he fantasized about since year eleven in school. it wasn’t anything too grand because the whole world was already buzzing about you two, and a big gesture felt too impersonal with everything you’d been through together.

he did it in the form of passing a note, something you often did in class to avoid being scolded by your teacher for talking. the note came with a pencil to check off either the yes or no box, “will you marry me?” written above them. anyone else would have found it so unromantic, but you giggled as you checked off yes before your lips crashed into his smiling ones.

you were married shortly after the proposal, jamie as your flower girl and all your friends and family in attendance.

to do what he loved and stay with the people he loved, tom created his own version of hollywood in london. he took it upon himself to assemble a team and make a production company. harry behind the camera, harrison and tuwaine in the films, and tom either starring alongside them or directing. they give so many young actors tons of opportunities.

you eventually went back to work, too. it was like you’d never left, coworkers offering endless hugs and going over what you missed, not that you struggled getting into it. tom was there to celebrate every promotion, every compliment from your boss, every part of your life. jamie was also there, then liam and lucy.

all three of them are running around the house right now, putting on shoes and collecting their supplies for school. you take a sip of the orange juice liam didn’t finish with a lighthearted eye roll. tom chuckles as he passes you in the kitchen, getting the kids’ lunchboxes for them to minimize the chaos.

“you have that pitch meeting today, right?” he slips his hands through the lunchbox handles and walks over to you. “mhm,” you hum, mouth full with juice. his lips press to your temple, giving your waist a one handed squeeze. “you’ll smash it. always do.” “thanks, tommy.” putting down the cup, you reach up to button whatever parts of his shirt he didn’t have time to.

“aren’t you doing a casting? for the new script they sent?” you wonder aloud and smooth down the cotton material. “me and harry. should be interesting,” he remarks, you giving him a quick kiss back on his chin. they tend to have their artistic differences. “good luck with that. you do drop off, i’ll do pick up?” you pat one of the lunchboxes around his arms.

“deal.” tom goes in for a kiss on your lips, then a chorus of dad, we have to go led by jamie rings through the house. with a knowing smile, you push at his chest. “see you later. love you.” “love you, holland,” he bites back a grin of his own. his last name, now yours, suits you perfectly.

[rumblelibrary]

Okay I swear last one for now I swear 😅 might send some more when I wake up tomorrow.

But you said you would write for the actual Daniel and I saw one on the kink list and was like yes

So uh, Daniel Brühl with the filming (consensual) kink 😏

Consensual filming with Daniel Brühl

Warnings: S - M - U - T

(I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me always such interesting plots to work with 💝💝💝 ILY and I Hope you'll enjoy iy)

It all begun on one random night, one like any other. Daniel was reading a

book about film making and screenplay adaptation.

You stared down at your own book, the soft music coming from the speakers lulling the both of you, your legs thrown over his lap as you laid on the couch.

You were soon to go to bed and you were trying to convince yourself to stand up and do your night routine.

“This camera angle language is fascinating" he said.

You sat up as you leaned in and he showed you all the pictures contained din the book, he pointed at them giving you some rough interpretation of them.

"I mean, I have been in those so many times but this changes my perspective"

You nodded as you looked at him, he was so absorbed by the idea of his first debut as a director, you adored to see him so driven . They were still onto the screenplay with the production, but he was way too into it.

"Maybe you can use my old digital camera, it is not that old in the end and you can practice"

He nodded and smiled a you kissing your forehead to thank you for your support.

"Thank you mi amor"

You winked at him as you stood up "I'll go to bed"

"Five minutes"

He said as he stood up and actually went to pick the camera from where you stored it and he plugged the battery up to charge overnight.

You called your own disgrace, because from that moment on you were on a movie set. He kept asking you to redo a thing, to move back into a room because he wanted to try it in a different way. Once he even asked you to cut the carrots all over again.

"But I don't need them"

Your own whines didn't help, you did it again because he decided that it would look better in a way and not the other.

The real deal came while you were watching a Spanish movie to improve your own language skills, better said you were ignoring it while kissing. It happened most of the times, Daniel loved cinema, but he had the greatest distraction beside himself.

"mi amor, tengo the enseñarte algo"

His whisper reached to your ears as he was nibbling onto your skin, his hands onto you as you were already try to get rid of his clothings.

It wasn't new he had to show you something, he was an actor, he was made to play dress up and you loved every bit of it.

You hummed contently as he stood up and left.

You stared at him walking away noticing how the man was prepping for his next role doing some weights and it showed onto his shoulders, in the way his comfy homey clothing now clung onto his upper chest giving it a show.

But it wasn't him in some historical clothing or suit that you found when you joined him but he bowed onto the camera adjusting some settings.

"There's my main actress"

You frowned "oh, no Daniel" you said covering your face as a little chuckle escaped you but it was pure nervousness.

"What? is that such a bad idea? it would be nice and embarrassing to rewatch it together, sexy in particular"

You frowned at him not sure about it

"Cielo"

The soft nickname he used with you rang through your bones as you looked away onto the bed, the room mildly illuminate by only the lamp on his nightstand, and then at him doing his prettiest puppy eyes.

"Fine"

You said as the biggest and brightest smile opened onto him.

"Okay, but please take only my good angles" you said trying to focus or maybe you should just relax "you have only good angles my angel. now, just panties and your, no wait"

He put down the camera and took off his white t-shirt "panties and my shirt"

You chuckled but obeyed as you picked the shirt and begun undressing leaving on your panties and slipping his shirt on before slowly crawling onto the bed.

You laid on yo beck trying to get comfortable as much as you could in such a peculiar moment.

You let a soft sigh out trying to relax on your first, and maybe last, leading role.

"Don't be nervous, you're so beautiful ,why don't you touch your body a bit"

You let out a big breath as you begun to follow his instructions, but you were still too tensed.

"Look at me"

He said as he held the camera and looked away from the little screen on the back of the camera to look up at you "I am so lucky"

He smirked as he moved closer, his shirtless figure being so attractive as his hair got a bit messed up when he took it off.

You almost didn't think about it as you started to touch yourself more, cupping your breasts and guiding your hands between your legs as he stared intensely at every movement.

"Put your hand in your panties"

you whimpered softly as you did as he said, you hated him because you wanted him so bad and you were touching yourself over his bare chested figure.

"oh, so hot to see your hand tucked in there" he commented and he made you feel excited only by thinking about it, about what you could achieve now, so you pulled up your shirt lightly exposing partially your breasts.

A little groan escaped him as your eyes travelled onto him with such a desire, it was impossible for him to hide the excitement growing into his pants as you begun to unleash little moans and pleads for more pleasure.

"come closer"

Your little whisper, your hand stretched toward you wanting more, the way the frame was captured and he moved near you to obey that wish using your arm as a bridge.

"Tell me"

You didn't answer him as you slipped your panties off legs before doing the same with his pants pulling them down along with his briefs.

He stared at you, he couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure mixed with surprise when instead of touching him you begun to run your tongue on his shaft while looking up at him, depositing soft kisses and licks on the tip. The camera recording it all as you finally welcomed his cock between your lips. He probably underestimated the effect this experiment would have on him.

"Fuck, you're so good"

He muttered under his breath as you bobbed your head so nicely taking him in and giving such a show for the camera as he zoomed onto you, your eyes briefly moving up to him as some pre cum coated your tongue.

He pulled back almost immediately not willing to cum like this, you really put an effort in this and he had to do the same.

He leaned on the bed resting the camera on his nightstand and turning the little screen on side to make sure both of you were well angled and it wasn’t recording into the void.

"You're such a tease"

He said as he knew you'd be a natural at it. You peeled his shirt off you as he pushed you down onto the mattress hovering you in a second, lacing your lips into a bruising kiss as he mercilessly pushed inside you making you groan n that kiss.

You felt so extra sensitive, you arched your back as you welcomed him, as he owned your body so perfectly.

You moaned his name as his lips found your neck again and he begun thrusting inside you, the camera already forgotten as he dived deep into that pleasure with you.

"You're so wet, you're shameless"

He whispered as he kissed you with a smile playing over his lips.

Your hands cupping his face as you pulled him closer, then digging your fingers onto those toned shoulders that obsessed you.

"Harder, harder"

You begged breathlessly as he moved his hand behind your head tangling his fingers among your hair. He was doing all in his power to not give in to that tempting sight you were and he failed himself pretty fast.

Your legs lacing around him as he supported himself easily over you, he was gone for it, next time probably wasting less time on foreplay because he wanted more angles of him fucking you.

His hand moving between your bodies to touch your clit as he snapped his hips hard into you, the hold up pleasure taking over as you reached your orgasm and he could finally let go after you.

"Fuck"

You hissed nuzzling against you as he pressed his forehead against your neck.

"You have talent, we should do that again"

"Next time will you be Zemo or Dr Kreizler?"

"Depends if you want to be played or play, mi amor"

[binniedeactivated]

—— zoom. (c.yj) 💦 ——

PAIRING | yeonjun x reader

GENRE | smut , zoom call w/ professor!jun

WORD COUNT | 1.543k

WARNINGS | mutual masturbation, toys, dirty talk

yeonjun waves, “have a nice night. sleep well”. he wishes. the majority of them turned their mics on just to bid their farewell and the rest just left the call with no regard. which yeonjun didn’t mind, he understood having calculus at 6pm for three days a week wasn’t ideal. especially for a bunch of college students. like always, he waved until the grid got smaller with decreasing students by the minute. the ones that stayed were those who needed a little extra help, he held thirty minutes of office hours after each class. It was rare that he ever got students for office hours on a friday night. which is why he reserved the spot for you. a private room. except, office hours with professor jun was quite different for you. calculus was a difficult course to take. and as long as he gave you passing grades you promised you’d perform a show for him. every single friday night.

as soon as all the grids disappeared he was left with yours. you always kept your camera off these nights so the class wouldn’t see the skimpy clothes you wore. a mesh halter top with a red lacey bralette underneath, along with the shortest, tightest leather skirt you could find. you wore black garters that wrapped tightly around your luscious thighs. the ones that yeonjun loved. you knew he loved them because as soon as you cut your camera on and stood up, he was already grinning a little and licking his lips. your room was lit with red LED lights, and you were sure to give yourself a nice back drop with furry handcuffs, toys, and lots of oil. you placed your hands on your thighs sliding them upwards towards the hem of your skirt, turning around and lifting it slightly, revealing the cheeky thong that disappeared within the cheeks of your ass, making it seemed as though you had no underwear on at all. you gripped the oversized teddy bear behind you and bent over a bit, showing him what he was in for.

as soon as all the grids disappeared he was left with yours. you always kept your camera off these nights so the class wouldn’t see the skimpy clothes you wore. a mesh halter top with a red lacey bralette underneath, along with the shortest, tightest leather skirt you could find. you wore black garters that wrapped tightly around your luscious thighs. the ones that yeonjun loved. you knew he loved them because as soon as you cut your camera on and stood up, he was already grinning a little and licking his lips. your room was lit with red LED lights, and you were sure to give yourself a nice back drop with furry handcuffs, toys, and lots of oil. you placed your hands on your thighs sliding them upwards towards the hem of your skirt, turning around and lifting it slightly, revealing the cheeky thong that disappeared within the cheeks of your ass, making it seemed as though you had no underwear on at all. you gripped the oversized teddy bear behind you and bent over a bit, showing him what he was in for.

“damn don’t tell me you’re naked under that skirt baby”. his pink hair overshadows his eyes a little and he had a small smile flickering at the corner of his lips. blood immediately rushed to his cock as you bent over more and lifted your skirt up further so he could see the thin string clasping around the circumference of your waist. you plucked it up with your fingers and pulled it as far as it could letting snap back against your skin. he bit his lips and sat back a little, showing the entirety of his upper half in the camera. he was wearing a black blazer with a black button up shirt underneath. you could only just see a little of the slacks he was wearing which bothered you. you loved seeing the thick outline of his cock growth in them whenever you were doing your shows. you sat back on your knees with your cleavage shown in full. “can you scoot back for me professor?”. you asked innocently. normally this title wouldn’t turn him on but when it came from you while you were wearing damn near nothing, it made yeonjun’s cock twitch in his pants.

he does as requested and scoots back, allowing you to see what you wanted. and god, was it showing. it was hot the way it was sitting there twitching against his thigh. so hot that you felt yourself moisten at just the sight of it. “oh my god”. you commented, licking your lips. yeonjun’s hands were behind him on the chair, he leans his head down in the camera and smirks. “you do this to me. you make me hard like this”. you were flattered. mainly because professor jun acted as if he wasn’t attracted to anyone. to know that you were the one to get him like this over a zoom call made you feel quite special. you scoot back on your knees, picking up the array of toys and dropping them in front of you. you smirk cutely in the camera. “which one do you want me to try tonight professor?”. yeonjun’s eyes glaze over his options. he nods once when decides. “oil yourself and sit on your pink vibrator baby. and I want your hands cuffed in front of you while you ride it”. the combo sounded quite lethal. but nevertheless this is what you promised him. and if you were being honest with yourself, professor jun was way too sexy to pass up and his age also wasn’t too far from your own.

you did as you were instructed, rubbing the oil over your pussy and thighs and yeonjun’s hands fell to his cock at the way they glistened in the camera light. you position yourself atop of your red vibrator, slowly sinking down into it with a small mewl falling from your lips. you contained yourself and hooked the pink furry handcuffs around your wrists. not too tight but just tight enough. “fuck, turn to the side baby”. you did so, switching positions, trying not to moan at how the toy was moving inside you in the process. once it was all said it done you cut the vibrator on and started riding the thick lubed toy. heaps of breath escaped out your throat at the buildup of pleasure coiling at the pit of your stomach. yeonjun just wanted to pat himself on the back at his choice. it was the best decision he could’ve made.

“fuck baby you look so fucking hot”. he breathed undoing the appendages of his slacks. he unzipped himself slowly, and you eyed the way he tugged his thick veiny cock out from the confinements and let it spring free. you felt yourself throb a little harder at the precious sight of it. the tip was bright red and it was leaking with precum. “god yeonjun”. you muttered underneath your breath, sitting on the toy again with your eyes pasted on the camera screen. he takes his hand and starts fisting it at measured pace. “you’re riding that toy so fucking good. how about you come ride me like that?”. he teased, knowing full well he was miles away. your thighs trembled at the thought. “I want to... I want to ride you so bad”. you admitted between groans. he licked his lips again. “you’re so fucking sexy. play with your nipples for me”.

his voice was dark and gruff even through the speakers of the app. it made your heart pound. you lean up, rolling your perky nubs between your oily fingers. a sharp whine pooled from your throat at the feeling. the hairs on the back of yeonjun’s neck stood in utter arousal. wanting nothing more than you doing that in front of him instead. “like this?”. you tease. he was jerking himself faster. his head dropped back between his shoulders. “yes just like that baby”. you bite your bottom lip watching him while still bouncing on the toy. “you like when I play with nipples junnie?”. he breathes and licks his lips in satisfaction. his head was still back with his eyes closed. “yes I love it fuck”. you smirk a little at his response, turning forward a little more. “watch me then”. you cock your head to the side. it was sexy seeing him too lost in his trance of bliss to notice. “go on. look at me junnie”. his eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice but they only stayed half lidded. he felt his length throb in his hand at the sight of you pinching your nipples more all while desperately riding the toy and erotically moaning. “fuck you’re going to make me cum”. he deep toned, watching the way your oily folds parted each time the toy sunk back inside your hole.

“you’re going to cum? already?”. you grinned a little, it almost felt like you were hypnotizing him, his eyes were hazed at the camera while his hand seemed as if it was slowing down. he nods biting his bottom lip. all the while you felt the familiar fiery ball in your gut awaiting to burst if you kept riding the toy at the pace you were riding at. you continue your movements, dropping your head back like yeonjun did, squeezing your nipples and running your hand over the cup of your breasts. yeonjun enjoyed the way they looked in the glistening condition they were in and the sounds your pussy was making each time you sat back down on the toy. he was starting to unconsciously twitch up into his hand. he wanted to suck your nipples while he was fucking into you. he wanted grope your body and smack your ass while you were riding him roughly. he wanted to fuck you how you deserved to be fucked.

your chest began to heave while you were becoming dangerously close. yeonjun noticed. he watched how sloppy your movements became. “please. please let me see you cream down that toy”. he begged and from the sound of his voice you could tell that it was what he needed to send him over the edge. you took heed and bounced a little harder feeling your walls clench around it. that was another thing he loved about your shows. you had the perfect ass, so perfect for him he would bend you over his lap and spank you for his own pleasure. your eyes began rolling to the back of your head and your breathe roughly with your body shaking in your thrusts. “fuck I’m cumming, fuck”. your hips stuttered a bit more before you took one last thrust that had your walls throbbing and your fluids glissading down the length of the toy. yeonjun bucked into his hand again at the sight with white string darting from the tip of his cock and some sliding down the span of his knuckles. his head was dropped between his shoulders again and he was groaning loudly when he was cumming, making the scene much hotter than it needed to be. when you finally came down from your high you were still gasping for air. “did I earn my grade professor?”. He breathed again. “fuck yes. quiz passed”.

[queenmylovely]

Okay Ben looks too adorable here with his pink nose 🥺 and i need a cute blurb about it....maybe some smut if you're up for it 🤭 thanks babe ily 😘

wow you totally read my mind and the thots I had about this picture 😉 

so this is 2k of pretty much all smut (18+, fem!reader) so enjoy! 

☆☆☆

You were hanging out on the couch with your current book and a nice cozy blanket when you heard the front door opening and looked up. In walked Ben, home from his covid-restrictions-approved hangout with Gwilym and Allen at a nearby pub. They had sat outside, so Ben was wearing a jacket and his nose and cheeks had cute pink flushes to them that made you want to pepper a thousand little kisses all over them.

With a bright smile, you asked him, “Hey babe, did you have a good time?”

Ben nodded quickly as he toed off his shoes, “Yeah I d-did, but I literally c-can’t t-talk I’m so fucking c-cold right n-now.”

You could tell it was true because of the way his teeth were chattering and you frowned in sympathy, “Come here, lay down with me. You can leave your jacket on since you’re so cold.”

“W-well, I actually have a d-double layer, so I’ll t-take the first one o-off,” Ben admitted as he shrugged off his outer jacket, leaving a big hoodie on.

Lifting the blanket for him to climb under, Ben’s eyes boggled for a second at what you were wearing. It was a negligee style nightdress, lilac and lacy, but the fabric was thicker than an actual negligee would have been and it wasn’t sheer.

“D-did you wear this just for m-me?” Ben grinned as he found his place on top of you.

“It’s hard to take you seriously with your teeth chattering like that,” you told him with a smirk as you fixed the blanket on top of him. “And no, you perv, I just got this from my online order and it’s not even lingerie, it’s pajamas.”

“Well I’m g-gonna appreciate it l-like l-lingerie,” he said with a sneaky smile.

“Can you at least get warmed up first?” you rolled your eyes, rubbing your hands on his arms.

“Actually, I think I k-know what c-could help with that, since it’s m-my face that’s the c-coldest,” Ben said, none of the sneak leaving his expression.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I think if I p-put my face r-right here,” he paused, dropping his face to nestle in your breasts, and his next words were muffled but you could just understand him, “I’ll be warmed up in n-no time.”

You laughed but let him stay where he was, although you had to admit that his cold face in your chest made you shiver. Ben stayed like that for several minutes as you read your book, and thankfully his breath was warm enough to combat his cold skin. But sure enough, as time ticked by you could feel his face returning to a normal temperature, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could also feel Ben getting a little excited by your lower thigh.

“So now that you’re all warmed up, are you gonna tell me about your night?” you asked, setting down your book and combing your hands through his hair. Ben slowly lifted his head and as you made eye contact you saw how dilated his pupils were and felt a little something yourself.

Ben nodded, “Sure, well even though we have had our zoom calls and regular ones, we had a ton to catch up on, and it was good to see them in person while having a drink.”

“Uh-huh,” you kept playing with his hair.

“And they told me about their projects, you know, and-- ah,” Ben moaned as you tugged on his hair for just a second, and when you did it again before he could even restart what he was saying, he looked down at your chest and then back up at you with a cheeky smile.

You swallowed as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the valley between your breasts. And then another right along the edge of your nightdress. And then he pushed the straps down your arms until both of your breasts were exposed and made a path of kisses to your right nipple, kissing it softly as well. You breathed out and waited and Ben finally wrapped his lips around it and sucked, making a jolt of pleasure move through your body. It wasn’t long before he switched to the other side, using his tongue and lips as he had on the other to make you gasp softly.

Then he began another trail of kisses, this time up your chest, neck, and to your mouth, bringing his lips to your own in a searing kiss. Ben’s tongue slipped in your mouth and you moaned, widening your legs in an invitation for him to move his hips on top of yours.

He ground his crotch into you at just the right angle, rubbing against your clit and you nodded into the kiss, breaking it just to murmur, “Do that again.”  

Ben complied and the two of you fell into a rhythm of hips and hands and lips and moaning and oh fuck this was good. One of Ben’s hands was on your breast, massaging it and squeezing your nipple, and the other braced him so his hips could keep moving with yours. Your hands, however, were free to do whatever they wanted so you moved them between his hair, up his shirt to grab at his pecs and abs, and his ass, pulling him into you.

Soon the pleasure had built enough to the point where you were practically panting in each others’ mouths and you pulled back to tell him, “Benny, time to fuck me.”

Ben would’ve chuckled at your wording if he wasn’t so turned on and hard, so instead he just nodded and kneeled between your knees to undo his belt and push down his pants. But when he was about to push them past his knees, you lifted your dress, and the sight of your bare pussy stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh come on, now please say that is for me,” Ben groaned, putting himself back above you and gripping his cock in his hand.

You smiled, just as cheeky as he had been a few minutes earlier, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” Ben lined himself up with your entrance and started to push in, slowly until he bottomed out. He dropped his head back to your chest, though this time it seemed like it was because he physically couldn’t hold it up, and asked, “Can I move?”

“Yes, please move Benny,” you told him, one hand going to his hip to start the movement, and the other quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it back up from where it had slipped because you didn’t want to get chilly.

Ben didn’t seem to notice the blanket’s weight on his back, much too focused on setting the perfect pace as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, how wet you were making it easy to get it right. You wrapped your legs around him to keep him from going anywhere because he was making you feel so good you couldn’t think about anything else.

Your hand moved back into his hair, pulling it on and off, basically whenever a thrust was particularly good. Ben, for his part, was pressing hot kisses to your breasts, mumbling about how perfect they were, how perfect you were, and how perfect you felt. It wasn’t an unwelcome ego boost, and gave you a heady feeling that increased your pleasure, so much so that you started clenching around him.

“Oh fuck, babe, ah I’m so close, are you?” Ben whined, slowing his thrusts and looking up at you as he waited for your answer.

“You’re making me feel so good, Benny, but I’m not that close yet,” you told him the truth.

“Okay,” he nodded, staying still inside of you to give himself a chance to cool down just a bit. But he wasn’t giving you the same chance, and one of his hands went between you, two fingers rubbing against your clit in just the way he knew you liked. Then he dropped his head down again and switched between your nipples, sucking lightly to offset the pressure on your clit.

The whole thing made your head swim, and a couple minutes later you were writhing below him, your pussy clenching on his stilled cock.

“Now, Ben, now I’m close, oh so close,” you told him, wanting him to start fucking you again so bad you could hardly get the words out fast enough.

“Good,” he looked at you and smiled, and you tried to return it, but as he started thrusting again, all you could do was whine.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Ben moaned, his voice getting higher as he moved in your heat.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, not really knowing what you were agreeing to because all of your focus was on how good his dick felt inside of you, and how good his fingers felt on your clit.

Then suddenly it was hitting you, and your back arched into him, your legs pulled him tighter, and your pussy pulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and you cried out, “Ben, Ben, Ben-- ohhhh.”

Ben kept doing the same exact thing as he watched you through your high, how your face moved in your pleasure, and especially how your lips formed his name.

As you started to come down, Ben slowed his thrusts, but as soon as you could form whole sentences again you told him, “Keep going, Benny, get close again.”

You kissed him again as he resumed his pace, helped along by your hips moving in time with his.

He wasn’t far off, and soon he warned you with a voice much higher than usual, “Babe I’m-- ah, I’m close again.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips quickly. “Do you wanna cum on my tits?”

If he wasn’t so close, Ben would’ve stopped in his tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement. It wasn’t as if he had never done this before, but both of you tended to prefer him cumming inside of you (for the intimacy). Tonight you had figured he seemed extra fascinated by your breasts, so what the hell?

“I’m not kidding, but you better hurry up before I just make you cum in my pussy,” you teased, but you did clench around him again.

As quickly as he could be careful, Ben pulled out of you and crawled up your body so he was straddling your ribs. You used your arms to press your breasts together and Ben used his hand to get himself the rest of the way off.

It was a heavenly sight and not an unpleasant feeling for you as Ben came, his eyes closing in pleasure, his brow furrowing just a bit, and his mouth forming your name as his cum spurted over your chest.

“Oh fuck, I love you,” Ben said as he looked down at the result of his orgasm on your boobs. “You’re literally the best.”

“Thank you, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

Ben made his way back to between your legs and then quickly sorted out his clothes, pulling up his briefs, kicking off his trousers, taking off his sweatshirt and undershirt, and then putting his sweatshirt back on.

“Here,” he said softly as he used his undershirt to tenderly wipe clean your chest, as tender as wiping cum off of someone can get anyway. Then he balled up the shirt and tossed it in the direction of the hallway.

You smiled up at him as you pulled the straps of your dress back up, covering your chest again, “Thank you, babe.”

His response was to flip the two of you over so you were laying on him. How he did stuff like that without one of you ending up smushed, you never knew. Not being one to complain about being the little spoon though, you cuddled into him with a small hum.

“So will you tell me about your night now? Or are you still too busy obsessing over my boobs?” you asked, earning a pinch to your hip.

“Well, I’m a multitasker, you see,” Ben slid his hand from your hip to cup your breast. “I can tell you about my night and obsess over your boobs all at once.”

“Alright, prove it,” you replied, looking up at him with a glint in your eye.

And he did; he managed to tell you all about it, only his one hand giving any attention to your breast. But later, after you had migrated to the bedroom together, he asked you about your night (which had only consisted of your book). So he asked you to describe it, and suddenly you were the one having trouble staying focused as his mouth found your breasts yet again.

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a ride home

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Summary: When reader is stood up on a first date, their knight in shinning BMW comes to help

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: a few curse words

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Day had long bled into night by the time you had decided to leave. The crisp night air felt especially cold on your legs, no longer protected by the park bench you’d been perched upon. You cross your arms across your chest in an attempt to catch any remaining body heat from escaping. You stare at the small face of your watch for what must have been the millionth time that night, only to see that time was still ticking. 

9:46. He was over two hours late. 

It’s late, it’s cold, and you’re tired. 

Scattered streetlights cast spotlight on the gravel road you travel on your way home. Your feet absent-mindedly kick the loose pebbles, channeling your thoughts on the simple task instead of the last few hours of your life.

Your evening had been less than ideal. It started out well enough, with clothes scattered across the floor as you tried to find the perfect outfit and the radio seeming to pick your favorite songs. There was a skip in your step as you walked to the park, the idea of a first date caused your heart to flutter. 

You hadn’t known him very well high school, just enough to put a name to a face. It wasn’t until he became a regular customer at Scoops Ahoy that the name really stuck in your head. He was nice enough, ginger curls framed green eyes that sparkled when he laughed. After ordering a mint chocolate chip cone for the hundredth time that summer, he slipped you his number along with the cash he owed you. You decided to go call him, despite Steve’s bitching about ‘having a bad feeling’.

His spidey-sense seemed to be working, because here you were, kicking rocks on your way home from being stood up. 

The roar of a car engine comes from behind you, giving you enough time to step onto the side of the road and out of its way. Instead of zooming by, it slows down, until eventually stopping. You tense up as you stare through the darkness the hides the driver. It��s not until they roll down the window that you recognize the familiar red BMW and its driver. 

“Hey, what’re you doing?” concern is evident in Steve’s words as he leans over the center console to get a better look at you. He doesn’t need to look hard to see the goosebumps on your legs and distress in your eyes. 

“I can’t even get rid of you on my days off, huh?” you quip, not quite wanting to answer his question. You really weren’t in the mood for an ‘I told you so’. 

“I guess not.” a light-hearted chuckle causes his lips to twitch up. After a beat of silence accentuated bit awkward glances, he decides to ask you again. “What’re you doing out here this late?” 

A renewed wash of embarrassment and anger coil in your stomach, burning its way to the tips of your ears. It was one thing to admit it to yourself, but to Steve? 

“I was supposed to meet up with someone tonight, but he never showed. So I guess I’m doing an awkward walk of shame.” you offer him a small shrug, eyes staying trained on how the red tie of his Scoops uniform sways with his movements. He must have just gotten off the closing shift. Either that or he secretly liked how the sailor shirt fit him. If you’d had the courage to look up, you would have seen how his brows knit together in thought. 

“Was it the curly-headed kid?” 

A frown pulls down not only your lips, but drags your gaze to the gravel road. All you can do is nod. 

Steve shifts, bringing a hand his mouth. A conversation he had with Robin playing in his head - 

“I don’t like that kid.” Steve’s pacing the back room as you scoop yet another mint chocolate chip cone. 

Robin throws a glance his way, then back to her nails. She gives a dramatic sigh, “And why is that, Steve?” sass dripping from her every word. 

“I- I don’t know! Just something about him that-” he shakes, sticking out his tongue in disgust, “-doesn’t feel right.” 

Robin looks to her whiteboard. Steve’s failed flirtations defined through tallies written in black marker stares back at her, but something else jumps out. She looks back to Steve, arms crossed and toes tapping. She follows his gaze not to the boy on the other side of the counter, but to the person standing behind it. Then it clicks. 

“Holy shit.” Luckily, her words were not enough to break Steve from his lovestruck gaze. She lets him get immersed just enough before popping his bubble. “Earth to Steve! Hello?”

His gaze snaps back to Robin, pink instantly flooding his cheeks. More evidence to prove her hypothesis. How come not one of the three coworkers could see what was going on? 

“Maybe, you’re mad someone’s beating you to the punch.” she gives him a pat on the shoulder before walking through the door and to the back of the counter, beside you. She sends him a wink as she sees the lightbulb behind his eyes, the first indication of his revelation. 

“Can I give you a ride home?” It was an offer he had given you many a time, but it felt different tonight. It was shelter from the cold, a reminder that you weren’t alone. It was the first time you noticed a butterfly taking off at his words, but the feeling was familiar around him. 

“Are you sure?” The last few hours creep back to ask one last question. Steve’s warm smile and nod melt away the last grips of cold. You offer him a small thanks before climbing into the passenger’s seat. Before you can buckle your seat-belt, Steve reaches into the back seat and grabs an extra jacket, offering it to you. You wrap yourself in his windbreaker, pulling it tight enough to your chest to smell the linger hairspray and cologne. 

The car ride continues in comfortable silence, neither of you knowing what to say, but having the other’s company is more than enough. 

Before you know it you’re outside your house and the realization that you need to leave sinks in your stomach. Your fingers rub the cuff of his jacket’s sleeve, absentmindedly trying to memorize the feeling before giving it back. 

“You can hold onto that, just give it back to me our next shift.” Steve’s words interrupt your thoughts. You turn to him, finding him with his arms laying in his lap, fiddling with his fingers. You recognize the habit, something he does whenever he has to say something he’s nervous about, like telling a little kid they’d run out of their favorite flavor. 

A million and one thoughts raced through Steve’s head. Something about how the moonlight catches and highlights your face makes him weak. Mint chocolate chip kid didn’t deserve to waste your time like this. Steve wants nothing more than to ask you on a date right then and there, but the sense of urgency melts away under your warm gaze. No one has looked at his this way before, like he was a safe place to run to, like he was home. Someone may have beaten him to the punch, but it was no contest. 

“Thank you, Steve, for everything.” you reach across the center console to gently take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. 

“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.” the softness of his voice only strengthens his words. You believed him, knew you’d hold him to his word, and that he’d stick to it. Steve would always be here for you, and that’s all you needed. 

So with that, you give his hand one last squeeze, and pop the door open. You climb out of his BMW, making sure not to slam the door when you close it. As you walk to your front door, you hold you hand to your heart, the feeling of Steve’s hand lingering. 

Steve sits outside your house until he sees you get inside safe, the whole time his fingertips trace where yours had been moments ago. He hoped the feeling of your hand in his would be one he’d become used to, like the cotton of his favorite shirt. His hands eventually find their way back to the steering wheel, his car finding its way back on the roads that lead to his house. 

Most night he hated the drive home in the dark. Knowing the house that waited for him would be dark and cold, but tonight when he rolled into the driveway he finds light in a window. A lamp was left on in the living room, greeting him with its muted yellow. It reminds him of you -warm and helpful- and for the first time in a while, he feels at home.

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Something more infinite (George Weasley x reader) ch. 3

Chapter 3: Sticks and Stones will break my bones, and so will you because you knocked me off your broom, you maniac! 

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (final) |

Word count: 2.4K 

Warnings: Light swearing, TW: broken bones, injury. 

In the midst of the busy O.W.L oriented fifth year, you were so grateful for flying lessons. At this point you were being buried in books and assignments to the point of having to reduce your prank wars with the twins to the weekends only (which was easier to carry out now that they’d seemingly lost their map sometime over Christmas). As the snow began to melt away and the spring was coming along, so were the exams and you had so much on your plate you were afraid you’d choke. Flying lessons were a breath of fresh air, literally, since they were spent away from the dusty halls and classrooms out on the grounds and on the quidditch pitch, which was where you were now. Madam Hooch understood that her fifth year students were more than fed up with information from all their other subjects and since flying was not an exam subject, she’d softened on your class during this late afternoon class. She’d allowed you to part up into teams and play amateur quidditch games in a mini-quidditch cup. 

The students from the houses decided on their teams quickly, since only the most competitive students were up for playing, the rest of the students seemed to welcome this chance of sitting still and concentrating on something that wasn’t reading for 90 minutes with open arms. The teams were mixed houses, and originally when it had been announced that the lesson was going to be spent on quidditch, you’d planned on sitting back and zoning out so hard you’d forget where you were, maybe take a nap, either way, you were not intending on playing. 

At least until George and Fred Weasley loudly joined a team. There was a sort of hush over the conversation, Madam Hooch called out for a chaser for the team opposing the twin’s team. No one wanted to play. People were well aware of the twin’s affinity for quidditch, even you had to admit that they were talented beaters, and you fully understood why none of your classmates were particularly interested in facing off with bludgers sent by them right before the end of year exams. So how you managed to volunteer yourself was unknown even to you. But there you were, on a broom, ready for take off. George looked positively giddy, and you wished you’d volunteered earlier as beater. You’d love to have a bat to retaliate with. You don’t show it, but the knowledge of George’s skills as a beater, and the fact that you don’t have a single way of keeping yourself from being hit by an iron ball pelted towards you is your flying skills makes you a little nervous. You’re not a bad flyer, but you’re not on the quidditch team for a reason. You try to brush off the fear as Madam Hooch blows her whistle and starts the game. The game isn’t as high speed as the offical quidditch games, since most of the teams are just regular, extremely exhausted students, which you’re thankful for. You do your best to keep up and actually manage to almost score before the bludgers come at you. Fred seems to be targeting people at random, mostly trying to get players away from the goal posts, but George only seems to have eyes for you, even when you don’t have the quaffle. Luckily for you, you manage to dodge the bludgers well enough by attempting to stay far away from George, though this doesn’t seem to make him focus on anyone else. When you assist in your team scoring and a bludger zooms by your ear so close to your head you nearly fall off you broom, you become fed up. You speed towards George, 

“Would you fuck off?” You yell at him, he grins back at you, he hasn’t even broken a sweat yet while you can feel how flushed your cheeks are, same as the rest of your team, for some reason this makes you even more annoyed, 

“Why? I’m just doing my job?” he replies, 

“Y/n!” Someone yells and suddenly there’s a quaffle being thrown at you which you catch. There’s a split second which feels like an eternity where you and George look at each other, then he looks at the quaffle and a smirk appears on his face which genuinely makes you uncomfortable. This is not the same expression he’s worn whilst tormenting you in ways that could easily be described as childish teasing. No, this smirk is pure malice, and you know all too well what he plans on. The second long eternity ends and you speed off, swearing under your breath. You’re never volunteering for a game of quidditch against George again. First a bludger attempts to knock you off your broom but you’ve seen that coming so you do a spin and avoid it, what you haven’t expected is George appearing at your side, trying to push you away from the goal posts by blocking you. You’re used to him blocking you in general though, and you’re not having this. You’re not going to let him win. You don’t care what it takes; he’s not defeating you. Even if he has to knock you off your broom. And he does have to, because when you push into him in an attempt to signal “hey, I sort of meant that ‘fuck off’ thing I said earlier.” He pushes back. And there’s a slight error in your calculations, because you’ve forgotten that George is not only taller than you, he’s also stronger. A lot stronger. His shoulder knocks the wind out of you as you try to stay on your broom, hold on to the quaffle and not steer into the spectator stands. But you’re still hanging on. You’re not down yet. So you decide to push back again, and before he can knock you off your broom you dive underneath him, in an attempt to escape on the other side of him, if you could do that you could score. Here’s the thing though: George notices what you’re doing, from the years of playing quidditch, he’s become quite good at recognising manoeuvres before people even do them, and you’re a beginner, which means your moves are obvious. So as you appear on the other side of him, before he even registers what he’s doing, he spins and kicks out, as he would in any regular quidditch game, his foot knocking you off your broom in a swift but forceful movement. 

And everything seems to slow down as you fall, letting the quaffle go. You don’t register anything as you fall, other than the very notion that you’re falling and then the conclusion that if you’re falling, you’ll probably also land. And you just sort of hope you won’t die or break anything too important. You do land, on the sand, with a thump that shakes your bones and reverberates through your every cell. Your vision blurs as everything happens very quickly and very slowly at the same time. In this blurry version of the world, people land around you in slow motion though they seem to appear by your side almost instantly. Madam Hooch’s voice is ringing in your ears. Someone asks if you’re alright. You feel yourself nod, then wince as the pain registers in your shoulder and arm. Then the rest of your body follows suit. Madam Hooch and some classmates help you stand after checking in to see if you’re able to stand. To your own amazement you can, and as you do you lock tearfilled eyes with George’s. 

George wished he could describe the way he felt in that moment as he saw you fall off your broom. It had felt like shock and victory combined into a strange slush of stomach dropping, heart soaring and nausea. It had taken him the remainder of the day to conclude that he hadn’t really meant to knock you off your broom. He didn’t know what he had intended on doing exactly, though. Most likely, he thought, he’d just wanted to win over you. To have another thing to rub in your face. And he supposed he did have that now. Only, he didn’t want to rub it in your face. He actually didn’t want to see you at all. Because for the first time ever, George felt something different inside him at the thought of seeing you. Something akin to the way he felt when he’d broken his sibling’s things on accident as a child and had to face them when they found out, something not unlike when he’d play-wrestled Ron and knocked one of his teeth loose, something like….No, George thought to himself, he was many things, but George was not feeling guilty because of you. He couldn’t be. Right? 

Sure it had been unfair of him to underestimate his strength and of course he’d felt bad when you’d broken your collarbone and arm in the fall. He’d even considered seeing you in the hospital. He knew how horrible it was to drink skele-gro, after all. He hadn’t seen you though, he figured he was not the person you wanted to see. Besides he’d felt that weird need to avoid you. And avoid you he did. For the first time in almost three years, George Weasley had actively stayed away from you. He’d skived off the classes you had together, had sat far away from you in the great hall, often with his back turned to you, he’d simply done a 180 whenever he’d seen you in the halls or at the library. And this bloody feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn’t going away, which had kept him plenty busy with all the extra time he’d had from skiving off. The feeling had almost completely consumed him at this point, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He woke every morning with a strange expectation that a howler would come from his mother, spend the few classes he had left in the school year awaiting McGonagall or even Professor Dumbledore himself to show up and pull him aside to scold him. He’d wandered every corridor with a feeling that he was trespassing when he had every right to be there. And he was sick of it. A small voice in his head told him to just apologise to you, but that little voice had no idea what it was really asking of him. Apologising to you would mean he’d have to lose face to you, and for some reason George would rather have his fingers hexed off one by one than be vulnerable in front of you. 

When he did see you it was in Hogsmeade on the last visit before the summer vacation began. He’d been at the three broomsticks with Lee and Fred, celebrating that they were officially done with exams and studying. He’d been chosen to go order their drinks on the argument that he was the one closest to the bar. And as he’d been waiting on his order, he’d heard your unmistakable voice behind him. Turning around to face you, he noticed your arm enveloped in a cast, he’d heard the story in snippets from passersbys and offhand notions: complicated break, waiting list for st Mungo’s, weeks to recover completely. Every word had added a pebble to the pile of boulders in his stomach. You looked up at him and almost looked surprised to see him. He figured you would. It had been almost two months since you’d been face to face like this. coward another voice whispered in the back of George’s mind. He shrugged it off. 

“Oh,” you say, “Hi, Weasley,” your e/c eyes have a certain gleam in them, he’s well aware it’s not from him, he’s heard you’ve done well on your exams despite the broken bones, he figures the gleam is from pride, 

“Hi,” he replies dryly, say something, anything, say you’re sorry just speak dammit, George, “Nice cast,” he manages a smile but on the inside he’s curling into himself with horror, “want me to sign it?” as he says it the gleam in your eyes disappears, and the usual sour expression you wear when you speak to him paints itself on your face. To his own astonishment, it doesn’t bring the joy it usually does, it makes him feel sort of sick, actually, say you’re sorry, the voice begs again. 

“You can sign your bank information, and I can send you the bill from St Mungo’s if you want,” you turn back to the bar, looking at a menu that you’ve already ordered from, “doubt you’ll be able to afford it though,” you say, slightly softer, and the weight of the boulders of guilt inside him becomes painful, he hadn’t thought about the cost of getting your bones fixed, and as an extra weight, you were right, he couldn’t afford to pay it. So he doesn’t answer. You glance up at him with a challenging gaze when he doesn’t but he just bites his lip to counter the pain inside him. 

“Three butterbeers, Weasley,” Rosmerta says, placing the drinks on the bar, 

“and three butterbeers and a soda for you, L/n” Rosmerta holds onto the tray with drinks, “Oh don’t worry about it, dear, let me carry the drinks to your table for you,” she says and sets off towards the table where your friends await you,  

“I guess I’ll see you next year, Weasley,” you say, “and don’t think the arm is going to stop me from kicking your arse if you knock me off a broom again,” you grin at him, and a wave of elation runs through George at the sight of you grinning at him. It tells him that you’ve not resorted to hating him fully, at least not in a different way to how you hated him before. You were rivals, yes. But George would never consider you an enemy. Not that you were friends. He didn’t like you. He didn’t think he liked you, either way. 

“Y/n?” The word slips out between his lips as your back is turned to him, he blinks a few times, trying to figure out what to say, you stare at him with an expression that seems to say “go on?” 

“I’m-erh- I’ll see you next year,” he says. 

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Nightly Flights

George Weasly x genderneutral!Reader, rated G

Please do not repost my work! All work of the Harry Potter world is not mine, just this piece if writing is.

- Ms Cinnamon

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             George lay awake, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, ears alert. He was waiting for his twin to finally drift off to sleep before he dared to move. He listened and was relieved to hear Fred’s breathing beginning to steady and turn into soft snores. George crept lightly from his bed and shimmied on his jumper he’d strategically laid out near the door. It was calm at the Burrow tonight, with a wonderfully clear, indigo sky and a luminous crescent moon shining over. George padded softly down the candlelit hallway, past Hermione and Ginny’s room, then Harry and Ron’s, then finally to your room. When his parents had completed the extra bedroom last spring, George had pestered his mother so relentlessly to let you stay in it all to yourself. Eventually, Mrs. Weasley had relented, much to your protests and George’s glee. He knocked twice on your door, then opened it to find you still awake and reading by candlelight. You looked up in surprise to see him, all red-headed and a sneaky grin on his face.

             “George? What are you doing up so late?” you asked and closed your book. George strode over to your bedside, the grin still plastered on his face.

             “I could ask you the same thing. Can’t seem to stay away from studying? Even with me around to distract you?” he waggled his eyebrows and was delighted to see you turn a little pink. You managed to shrug, then turned quickly to put your book away so he couldn’t see your embarrassed face. As you did, the candlelight covered you in a beautiful glow, making you appear momentarily like a delicate ember. George felt his stomach dip and felt his face heat up. This sensation had been occurring more and more often these days, not to mention the fact, for some reason, he was having trouble meeting your eyes. Of course, when he had invited you to visit this summer, it had been on a strictly friendship basis, but was that really all it was? He had seen the knowing looks on his mother’s face and the never-ending smirk on his twin’s face… It was getting harder to ignore this funny little sensation he felt around you. Clearing his throat, he grinned again,

             “So, I take it you’re not busy?”

             “Well, I was reviewing, so whatever you want to show me better be more interesting than this” you pretended to contemplate and pointed at your copy of Advanced Potions.

             “Oh, it’ll definitely be more interesting. Come with me!” he ushered and practically ran out the door in excitement. Together, you tiptoed as quietly as you could down the stairs and out the backdoor. You walked a short distance through the grass to a tiny shed that housed the Weasley family’s brooms. George was about to sweep you off your feet (literally!) and hoped he hadn’t woken anyone up while sneaking out.

             “Are we flying?” you asked incredulously, “You know I’m not very good at it…”

             George chuckled while grabbing his Cleansweep, then strode into the middle of the yard.

             “Engorgio!” he whispered and tapped his wand on the broom handle. It elongated by several inches to comfortably fit two people. “Hop on!”

             You eyed the broom suspiciously, but got on anyways. George could be reckless in his antics, but he had never once hurt you. You swung your leg over awkwardly but didn’t know what to do with your arms.

             “Um, do you mind?” you asked as you wrapped them around his middle. You felt a hot blush on your cheeks; this was something you’d secretly wanted to do for a while! This left George thoroughly surprised so that all he could get out was a grunt in response before he gave a swift kick off the ground. The broom rose higher and higher until the Burrow below looked like a small blob.

             “Hold on, here we go!” George whooped and dove his broom beyond the bounds of his home. It had been ages since he had flown and his mother did not allow any of them to fly during the day (lest they be spotted by Muggles). So, he had taken to flying during the night and decided to bring you along this time. It was quite cheeky really, the way he enjoyed listening to your squeals of delight (or was it fright?) and how you were hugging him around the middle. He plunged his broom downwards into a drop, zooming fast to the ground, then skillfully pulled up at the last second.

             “You alright back there?” he laughed while looking over his shoulder at you. You were tense all over and about to sputter something back, but stopped yourself. Right now, the only thing surrounding both of you was the pale bath of moonlight. It illuminated his hair, making it look like a brand of fire under the inky sky, and his eyes reflected the brilliant glitter of the stars. Your insides seemed to twist themselves, but thankfully, George turned around before you could embarrass yourself. A few minutes passed before he spoke again.

             “There’s the little forest we used to play in,” he pointed out excitedly, “and that’s the lake we would skate on!” It was totally different to see these familiar places at night. George felt you squeeze his middle in acknowledgement and a comfortable silence fell between you two. He skillfully guided the broom through the night a while longer, then decided to turn back once he could see pink on the horizon. He touched down and let you get off first, then ran to haphazardly shove his broom back into the shed.

             “If we go quickly they’ll still be-“ he began but was cut short at the sight of puffs of smoke from the chimney. Dread washed over him; his mother was awake. Turning back, voice full of guilt, “Mum is already up, brace yourself, she’ll most definitely yell at us.”

             You rolled your eyes, “Just Apparate us to my room!”

Honestly, he seemed to forget he could Apparate at the most inconvenient times. George smacked his forehead as he remembered that he could, indeed, do just that, then grabbed your hand. With a small pop! you both appeared in your bedroom. Seconds later, Fred burst into the room, looking frantic. He then saw you still holding onto George and his expression melted into a devilish smirk. You both sprang away from each other, but Fred was now laughing and seemed to be clutching his sides.

             “It’s not what you think!” George cried after him, but Fred had already left the room, still laughing down the stairs.

             “Er, sorry… He’s gonna have a field day teasing me” George muttered. Of course his twin would go off and act like a git in front of you. Fred had made it his personal mission to try to get him and you together, and seeing you hold hands like that? No wonder he spiraled into manic laughter. George wasn’t even sure of his own feelings yet, much less yours. What if you didn’t like him back? What if he was reading the signs wrong (if you were even giving any signs)? No, he had to sort his brother out before he blabbed about things he, George, wasn’t ready to admit. He was about to leave, but felt you grab his hand again.

             “Wait! Um, can you stay here for a bit?” you murmured but couldn’t meet his eyes. You both took a seat on your bed, but sat stiffly upright and a respectable distance apart. An awkward silence ensued and you could feel your hands sweat.

             “I really enjoyed going out tonight” you said in a quiet voice and George peeked over at you. You were staring hard at the floor but honestly so was he.

             “I’m glad, I know how to show you a good time, huh?” he tried to joke but saw you wrap your hands into a knot. “I know you don’t like flying very much… just wanted to show you around where I grew up” he added quickly, hoping it would help you ease up and unknot your hands. A few moments passed, then the lumbering footsteps of Ron and Harry passed by the door, then followed by the quieter ones of Hermione and Ginny. Finally tired of looking at the floor, you spoke again.

             “Can you take me out again sometime? Before we go back to school?” you asked shyly, now daring to look into his eyes. George beamed, proud that he had managed to impress you with his flying skills and nodded earnestly.

             “Of course!” he exclaimed, “on one condition though, you have to steer next time!” The look of dismay on you face made him guffaw loudly, and then you, too, laughed.

             “George, you’ve seen me on a broom, I’ll crash us into a tree!” you giggled.

             “At least that’ll give me a good excuse to ask for a new broom” he guffawed again, “Come on, we’d better go down before Mum starts yelling for us.” He watched you slip out the door, then hopped lightly off the bed. He knew he had to be honest about his feelings for you someday, but there was still time. Right now, all he wanted to do was look at you enthusiastically scarf down a stack of pancakes and daydream about your next nightly flight, and he was ok with that.

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Four

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

You woke up to the sound of yelling and laughing the next morning. You went into the bathroom to wash-up, threw on some shorts and t-shirt and headed into the kitchen. Anne, Harry, and Gemma were all making breakfast.

“Mornin’, love.” Anne says. “Sorry if we woke yeh.”

“Oh!” You laugh. “No it’s fine, needed to get up anyways.”

You all sit down to breakfast. It was nice having them here. Harry was the most relaxed he’d been in weeks.

“Think I’m gonna take Buster out for a good walk, it’s so nice out.” You say slipping your sneakers on.

“Mind if I join you?” Anne asks.

“Not at all! I’d love it.” You smile. She puts her sneakers on and the two of you head out.

“What’s all tha’ about?” Harry asks Gemma as they go out to sit on the balcony.

“Don’t know.” She shrugs. “Mum gave you a bit of a talk last night, she probably wants to do the same with her. See where her head’s at.”

“You know, I appreciate everyone being so concerned, but at the end of the day it’s our life together, not anyone else’s.”

“Yeah…but you’re her only son, and she’d like for you to only get married once, so she just wants to make sure she’s the right choice. You’ve had a lot of girlfriends Harry.”

“No, I’ve just had a lot of girls.” She punches him in the arm. “Oi!”

“Don’t be a pig.”

“M’not. Just sayin’, really haven’t had a lot of real relationships.”

“Exactly. Probably another concern of mum’s. I mean, you haven’t brought a girl to meet us since you were in high school, Harry.”

“Yeah, yeah. So I suppose you wanna have a private chat with her too?”

“How often are we here to do so?”

“Well, you can do that tomorrow. She told me she’s workin’ from home a couple days to spend time with you and mum.”

“Mum’s plannin’ to go to the studio with you tomorrow so she can watch you in action. She quite likes the park across the street, she’ll probably read there while you’re workin’. So I’ll spend the day with Y/N and Buster. It’ll be nice to have some girl time.”

//

“Good boy Buster!” You say as you pick up his droppings and throw them in the trash. “So much easier when he goes right away, now he can just enjoy the walk.” Anne laughs.

“He’s a very good dog.”

“Yeah, we got lucky.”

“Whose idea was it to get him?”

“Harry’s.” You sigh. “His friend Adam called him and told him he had a fresh litter and we could have one if we wanted. As soon as he showed me the picture I couldn’t say no.” Buster yips. “That’s right, mummy knew right away you were her baby.” You giggle. Anne raises an eyebrow at you. “Sorry, that must sound weird.”

“No, it’s sweet actually. You think of him as your own.”

“It’s hard not to.”

“If you don’t mind me askin’, do you think you’ll want children, eventually?”

“Yeah, eventually. Not anytime soon though. I’m only a couple of classes into my master’s program, and I’d like to have that all settled before I even think about it. I know a dog is way different than having a kid, but it’s already so much extra work making sure he’s taken care of on top of everything else.”

“Mm, and I know my son can be a handful. Quite the baby himself sometimes.” You both laugh.

“Only sometimes, he means well.”

“Can I ask, is this your first serious relationship?”

“Yes and no. This is the longest relationship I’ve had. I’ve certainly never lived with a guy before. I can’t really explain it, Anne, everything just felt right with Harry.”

“You didn’t feel like you were rushin’ when you moved in together or anythin’?”

“To be honest with you, we were practically living together as it was before he asked me if I wanted to.”

“It’s amazing to me. You know there was a girl he was seeing a couple years ago, they were together for like seven months, and he refused to even give her a key to his apartment. Granted, he was a little younger, but still. You’ve definitely had an effect on him.”

“I also chalk it up to a guy’s maturity level. He probably saw his life flash before his eyes you know? Now I think he’s a little more grown up, that’s what Niall tells me at least.” You laugh.

“Very good point. You know we talk weekly, and he always raves about you. Even from the beginning. I could tell he met someone. He didn’t come right out and say it, but he was in such high spirits.”

“Can I ask, when was the first time he mentioned me?”

“Oh god, I think he said he had been seein’ someone, and he was havin’ trouble finding a way to ask you to be his girlfriend. Like, make things official with you. He was scared you were gonna think it was too soon.” You nod and smile. “So I asked him why he wanted to make things official so soon, and he said he didn’t want to risk anyone else scoopin’ yeh up.”

“That sound like something he’d say.” You giggle.

“How did he ask you to be his girlfriend? He never told me, he just said he asked and you said yes.”

Your mind flashes to making out with Harry, drunk, in your old apartment. You let him go down on you for the first time that night.

“Um…we were just hanging out at my place and he asked me if he was my boyfriend…something like that.”

“Not that I didn’t like you before, you know when we met and all that, but when he told me about the party you threw for him for his birthday, and the pearls, that was when I knew I could really trust you with him. He was devastated when he had to sell that necklace. I felt awful for him. He loves his jewelry. He didn’t have the heart to replace it once he could.”

“That means a lot to me to hear you say that.” You both turn around and head back the other way.

“You’re quite the party planner, clearly.”

“I know how to organize a function, that’s for sure. I try to play to my strengths.” You laugh. “I feel like he’s always really happy when he has all of his friends around.”

“Definitely. So…I know it hasn’t quite been a year yet, but I’m a firm believer in when you know you know…” You nod. “If my son asks you to marry him some day…do you think you’d say yes?” You stop short and look at her.

“You mean when your son asks to marry me?” She chuckles and nods. “I would definitely say yes, zero hesitation.” You both start walking again. “Although, I got a bit nervous last night when he called me over to him. When he does it, I don’t want it to be in front of a bunch of people like that. I just want it to be the two of us, you know?”

“Oh definitely. Don’t worry, that certainly wasn’t his plan last night. I think he just wanted you to know you deserved to be celebrated just as much as him.”

“So…from all of this, you’re okay with me becoming part of your family some day?”

“More than okay with it, love.”

You get to the front of your building, and she gives you a hug.

“I’m hopin’ to find out how your mum feels about him. I’m havin’ lunch with her Tuesday.”

“Oh, that’ll be great.” You both enter the lobby and go into the elevator.

“Your dad wasn’t at the party last night.”

“No he was not. He was invited, but he generally doesn’t go to things if my mom is going to be there.”

“Ah, that can be difficult.”

“Do you and your ex husband get along?”

“Well enough, we always put the kids first, that’s all that mattered.” You go inside and Buster goes running towards Harry.

“Hey buddy.” He says petting him. “Good walk?”

“Yup.” You smile.

//

The next day you wish Harry a good first day at the studio and off he goes with Anne. You tell him you and Gemma will be by around lunchtime with Buster.

“So, I’ll be up in the loft working if you need anything.” You say to her.

“Perfect, I’ve got my laptop, I need to work as well, so I may spend some time in the guest room. Let me know when you take him for a walk though, I’ll go with you.”

“Sounds good.”

Buster stays by your side while you work. You zoom into a couple of early morning meetings. Around ten you get the leash on him and knock on the guest room door.

“Ready for a break?” You ask her.

“Yes! Definitely.”

You get to down to the street.

“God, the weather is so much warmer here already than it is back home. Might have to start comin’ here for the summer.” She laughs. “So, what did my mum wanna talk to you about yesterday?”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, Y/N, she obviously wanted to talk.”

“You’re very perceptive.” You laugh. “We just talked about your brother. I think she wanted a pulse-check on where I’m at with him.”

“And where are you?” You look at her. “Sorry, I’m sure you’re sick of getting grilled by everyone…he’s just my baby brother, you know?”

“No, no, it’s fine. Basically she asked me what I would say when he eventually proposes and I told her I would say yes.”

“And you don’t feel like it’s too soon or anything? You both are still so young.”

“I know, but neither of us want to be with anyone else. Plus, by the time he does propose, and we pick a date and all that it could be another couple of years before we actually get married.”

“I’ve never seen him so in love, it’s really nice. He’s always been so sweet and considerate, an ally to women’s rights and all that. But when it came to datin’, he was like every other fuck boy out there, I’ll never understand it.” She scoffs.

“I think a lot of guys go through that phase. I had some guy friends in college that were amazing friends, but would treat other girls like shit. It’s not right, but I guess it’s good to get all that out of your system, right?”

“I’m just glad he figured his shit out. Personally, I think you have a great deal of patience to be able to even live with him. He can be a bit of baby, you know?” You start laughing hysterically.

“Your mum said the exact same thing.”

You both turn back and head to the apartment.

“All in all I’m he’s found you. I hope your family feels the same way about him.”

“I think they do…” You get inside and take the leash off Buster. “It’s a bit more complicated with me and them. They’re…a little more apprehensive to trust someone in my life.”

“Why’s that? If you don’t mind me asking…”

It dawns on you that Harry probably never told Gemma about what happened to you.

“Um…I’ve just been burned in the past, and I’m the baby, I know Harry’s the youngest too, but my siblings actually helped change my diapers. I’m more than just a little sister, you know?”

“Oh sure. Plus I can imagine it’s tough for your parents to see their last kid growin’ up so much.”

“Exactly. I think they’re happy that I’m happy. I’ll be curious to see how our moms do at lunch together.”

“To be a fly on the wall, right?”

//

At noon you and Gemma head to the studio with Buster. Him and Mariah were working in separate areas, snapping away. You walk up to Isaac.

“Got a dog biscuit for him, can I give him one?”

“Only if he does a trick for you.”

“Alright, sit Buster.” He does so. “Good boy!” He gives him the biscuit. “Got a little bed for him right here behind my desk.”

“Go ahead baby, sit with Uncle Isaac.”

Buster looks at you and then goes to plop down in his bed.

“It’s been busy all morning. Lot of senior photos. It’s great having the park right there, they’ve both been able to take pictures of the kids by the trees and stuff.”

“That’s great!”

“Thought one girl was going to wet her pants when she first met Harry, poor thing.”

“Oh no, why?” Gemma asks.

“Oh, honey, I know he’s your brother, but he’s hotter than sin. If I were a little seventeen year old girl, my god, I don’t know what I’d do if I had that man standing right in front of me with a camera telling me to smile.” You burst out laughing, which catches Harry’s attention. He looks over at you and his sister and shakes his head. “He should be done any minute. He wanted to get some inside shots with that one.”

“No problem, it’s why there’s a waiting area right?” You and Gemma sit down on the comfy chairs.

Harry walks the young girl up to Isaac.

“When’s your mum gettin’ back?”

“I’ll text her now to let her know I’m done.” She smiles. “Thanks for showing me some of them. I’m gonna tell all my friends to come to you this summer.” Isaac hands her one of Harry’s business cards. Buster comes sniffing around. “Oh!” She squeals.

“That’s my boy, Buster. You can pet him if you want.” The girl beams at him and crouches down to pet him. Her mother comes rushing inside the studio.

“Sorry, honey, long line at Dunkin. All set?”

“Yeah! They look great already.”

“When can we expect them?”

“Couple of weeks, I’ll need to sit and edit them. Then you’ll get an email with a link to our site, and you can pick which ones you want to purchase. I’ll send you the files electronically cause I know the schools prefer that for the yearbook, and I’ll email you all the actual prints.”

“That sounds great. I have to say too, you have the fairest prices for everything. I’ve told a few of the other parents about you and Mariah.”

“Thanks! We really appreciate that.” He smiles. “Isaac, m’goin’ to lunch, can you wrap this up?”

“You got it.” He smiles.

“Wanna eat outside? It’s beautiful out…mum’s already out there.”

“Sure! What she pick up?”

“Salad and sandwiches I think.” He wraps an arm around you. “Buster!” He whistles to him and grabs his leash.

You all walk across the street to the park and sit with Anne at one of the picnic benches. It’s a great lunch. You like spending time with them.

//

The next day Anne borrows Harry’s car to go meet your mom for lunch at a halfway point. Harry had Mariah come pick him up so you’d have your car to go to therapy later.

“Hi, Lynn!” Anne says to your mom.

“Oh, hi!” she laughs. “Hope this wasn’t too hard for you to find.”

“Not at all.” She smiles. They’re both seated fairly fast. “I’m so glad we could do this.”

“Me too. Y/N speaks the world of you and Gemma, I was wondering when we’d get a chance to meet you. It was such a nice surprise for Harry.”

“I felt horrible keepin’ such a secret from him. But last month when Y/N called me told me she wanted to surprise him, I had to jump in on it.”

“She’s the queen of surprises.” Your mom laughs.

“They’re a lovely couple, don’t you think?” Your mom nods in agreement. “You met my son by accident, right? At the mall?”

“God, I completely forgot about that. That’s right, we bumped into him and Niall. He was very funny, and he wouldn’t let me pay for lunch, quite the gentleman.” She smiles.

“What did you think about when they moved in together so quickly?”

“Well…to be honest I wasn’t thrilled, but it’s not my life.” She shrugs. “It wasn’t that I didn’t like Harry either, I would have been concerned with anyone she was dating.” Anne nods. “Y/N’s always been very independent, moves to the beat of her own drum. She’s got a different way of seeing things.”

“She’s very bright.”

“You have no idea! I feel like each one of my kids just kept getting smarter and smarter.” She laughs and then sighs. “I can’t get too much into it because I know she’d be upset with me if I tell you this, but my daughter has been through…something tragic…something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Something I never thought would happen to any of my kids. She’s made it through and she’s very strong, but when her and Harry started getting serious, I did get worried. I’m not worried anymore though. I can see how much he cares for her, and she’s happy. Her siblings are very protective of her too, as I’m sure Gemma is of Harry.”

“Oh my, of course. I’m sorry to hear she’s been through something…” She looks down at her food then back to your mom. “She’s the baby of your family too, I can see you all wanting to watch her like a hawk.”

“Her father especially so.” She takes a sip of water. “I’m sorry he wasn’t there last night for you to meet him.”

“That’s alright, I’m sure in time we will. Harry told me he was a great help in gettin’ the studio together.”

“He’s nothing if not handy.” She smiles.

“Lynn…my son wants to marry your daughter.” Your mom nearly spits out her drink. “Jesus, I’m sorry.” She hands her a napkin.

“When exactly does he plan to do that?”

“I’m not sure…he’s not plannin’ to propose for another few months, but it’s comin’. I gave him my blessing. I think the world of your daughter.” There’s an awkward pause. “I hope you’ll accept my son the way I’ve accepted her.”

“It’s not that I don’t accept him…it just feels so fast!” She sighs. “But who am I to say anything? At the end of the day she’s going to be asked a question, and it’s her choice to say yes or no. I’ll back her up no matter what.” She chews on her lip. “Her father, however, he’ll be happy for her at first, but he’ll find a way to ruin it. I try not to speak poorly of my ex, but he’s an asshole.”

Anne bursts out laughing.

“That’s quite alright.”

“He just always finds a way to be negative, and he’ll ask them a million questions. Everything always comes down to money. I know she’ll want a nice, big wedding too. And he’ll say ‘well, wouldn’t you rather save that money and put it towards something important’. As if he and I didn’t have a wedding like everyone else.”

“Did you get married in a temple?”

“We did.” She smiles. “It was really informal. I wore a purple pantsuit.” She laughs. “I was already pregnant with our first daughter, Bridget, so I didn’t exactly want to be a in a white dress. It was a nice ceremony though, good reception.”

“Harry told me if they have kids they’d raise them as Jewish…”

“Are you okay with that? Having Jewish grand-babies?”

“Sure.” She shrugs. “He said they’d still do Christmas and Easter, of course.”

“My son’s wife isn’t Jewish, they make it work just fine. Erica’s boyfriend isn’t Jewish either, we’re not a super conservative family in that sense. Do you think he’d want the wedding overseas?”

“No, not with so much of your family here. We have a small family. And a lot of his friends are here now anyways, only a few he sees back home.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I know this conversation may seem a little premature, but I wanted to have it with you in person while I was here.”

“I understand completely. I’m glad we were able to do this.”

//

You and Gemma cook dinner together so Harry would have something to eat when he got home. You’d mostly likely be home after him.

“Well, I’ll see you both in a bit.” You smile. You had your gym clothes on, you didn’t really feel like explaining you were going to therapy.

“Alright dear, see you soon.” Anne says.

She told you all about her lunch with your mom and how well it went. You texted your mom a big thank you right after.

“How are you Y/N?”

“Really good actually.”

“Did you just come from the gym?”

“No, I just put this on because Harry’s mum and sister are staying with us, and I didn’t want to explain I was going to therapy…”

“Ah, I see.”

“I didn’t know if they’d ask why I was going to therapy, and I just didn’t want to get into it.”

“I understand.” She smiles. “How did the studio opening go?”

“Oh my god, it was incredible!”

//

Harry gets in around 6:30, and smiles when he sees his sister and mum. He grabs the dinner you had texted him about and sits down on the sofa with them.

“How was day two?” Gemma asks.

“Great! It was nice to have Buster with me the whole day, right buddy?” He hips and sits at their feet. “Sure he misses his mum though.”

“She’s been at the gym a while.” Anne says. “Does she always go for so long?”

“Gym?”

“Yeah, she had her gym clothes on, I just assumed that’s where she went.”

“Hm.”

You get in around 7PM and see them all watching TV. Harry gets up after you say hello and follows you to the bedroom.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hi, how was your day?”

“Good, busy.” You hum your response and find some sweats to put on.

“A.C.’s up a bit high.” You chuckle as you pulls some sweatpants on.

“Did you go to the gym?”

“So, I went to see Dr. Mara, why?”

“My mum said you went to the gym, that’s all.”

“No, I just put gym clothes on to make them think that’s where I was going. They don’t know I go to therapy Harry, and then don’t need to.”

“It’s a perfectly normal thing to say you’re doin’.”

“Yeah, but what if they asked why?” You look at him. “See? Not a good answer for that, is there. I don’t exactly feel comfortable telling your mum and sister that I was assaulted.” You whisper.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.” He wraps his arms around you. “I feel like I miss you.” He buries his face in your neck.

“Aw, why?” You rub his back up and down.

“I don’t know…haven’t been able to cuddle much.”

“Can’t cuddle with your mum and sister sitting on the sofa with us.” You kiss his cheek and hold him tight. “They probably think something’s going on here as it is, let’s go sit with them, hm?”

“No.”

“Harry.”

“No, I’m tired, and I’m sick of TV for the night. I feel like readin’.”

“So, we can watch TV and you can read. We’ll go to bed early so we can cuddle for a bit, okay?”

“Fine.” He grabs his book and his glasses and follows you out.

Harry sits down and yanks you into his lap.

“Harry, I-“

“S’fine, love, you can sit with him.” Anne says. “It’s your home, after all.”

The three of you watch TV for a bit while Harry reads. Around nine you and Harry tell them you’re heading to bed. You say goodnight to Buster and go into your room. You both do your usual routine and get into bed.

“Wouldja just lay on top of me?”

“I know what that’s going to lead to, and I don’t feel-“

“Y/N! I’m not fuckin’ around, come here!” He pulls you on top of him and you swat at his chest.

“Shhhh, do you want them to hear you?”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He holds you tight to his chest and strokes the back of your head. You relax into him. “See, isn’t this nice?” You both chuckle.

“Shut up.” He kisses your hairline as you nuzzle into him. “They’ll only be here two more days, Harry. You should make the most of it.”

“I am makin’ the most of it. Mum and Gem are both comin’ to the studio tomorrow since you’re back to work. I just think we should be able to do whatever we want even if they’re here.”

“Well, I feel weird about it. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” He laughs.

“Yeah, do you really want them to know what it sounds like when we’re fucking?”

“Babe, I’m sure they’ve heard me before. I used to sneak my girlfriends over all the time.”

“How nice for you.” You say sarcastically.

“I just wanna love on yeh, is that so bad?”

You smile at him and kiss him. His hands slide down to your ass, and he lightly squeezes you. You moan softly against his lips. You feel him getting hard against you and you can’t help but grind against him. He pushes his hips up towards you as you grind down again. You put your hand over his mouth just as he’s about to moan.

“We have to be so quiet.”

Harry nods yes. You tug his boxers down slightly, and move your panties over. He slides right in.

“Oh my g-“ You put put your hand back over his mouth.

“Yes, I’m really wet, we been knew, now shh.” You whisper in his ear.

You keep your hand on his mouth, and your face is buried in his neck. His hands move to your hips to rock you back and forth on him. You both were under the covers, causing you to sweat more than usual, but it helped muffle the noise.

Harry wanted it to last as long as possible, you just felt so good. He wanted to tell you how good you felt, but your hand was still over his mouth. Your other hand moves to grip at his hair when he takes a hand to rub at your clit. You bite down on his shoulder. Your hand moves from his mouth to grip the pillow bellow him. You grind against him faster and he does all he can to not let out a noise.

“I needja to kiss me.” He breathes. “Please.”

You crash your lips to his and you both moan into each other. He rubs his fingers faster on your clit. Your back arches and you gasp as you release around him. As you tighten around him he comes up inside you, causing you to moan. You clap your hand over your mouth and press your forehead to his as he thrusts up one last time.

“Shit.” You say against his lips.

“So fucking good.” He breathes.

You get off him slowly and roll onto your back. You wiggles your panties off and sigh. You get up and go use the toilet. When you’re done you come back over to him and lay your head on his chest. He rubs your back slowly.

“Do you ever think…neither of us zero self control?” You ask giggling. “I mean, we can’t go two nights without fucking? What other couples do you know have sex as often as we do?” Harry starts laughing too, and kisses your forehead.

“I hope to God we always stay one of those couples that can’t keep their hands off each other.”

//

The next morning you’re up and out early. You decide to bring Buster to work with you since you missed him so much yesterday. Anne is out on the balcony sipping her coffee while Harry and Gemma have breakfast.

“Sleep well?” He asks her.

“Yeah, it’s a comfy bed. You?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll bet.” She smirks. Harry raises an eyebrow at her while he sips his coffee.

“What do yeh mean by tha’?” She puts her hand on his shoulder.

“I think you know.” She winks and walks out of the kitchen.

//

“Thank god you’re back.” Niall says, coming into your office. “Hate when you take two days off in a row.” He pouts.

“Technically I wasn’t off.” Buster runs towards Niall.

“I was talkin’ to the dog.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You both laugh.

“So how have the last couple days been with Anne and Gem here?”

“Really good actually. I’ve had some good talks with them. I think Harry’s been enjoying spending time with them. I think it really helped relax him, you know?”

“Yeah I’ve texted him a bit, he’s really busy with work already, it’s great.”

“I’m so proud of him. I think he prefers getting to take pictures of people.”

“Oh, for sure.”

//

Before you know it, you and Harry are driving Anne and Gemma to the airport Thursday evening. Everyone hugs and kisses goodbye.

“So, we’ll see you in July?” Anne asks.

“Yup.” Harry smiles. “Have a safe flight, let me know when you land.”

You both get back in the car. Harry kisses your hand as he drives off.

“Thanks again for gettin’ them here. It was great.”

“Of course! I know it meant a lot to you to have them there for the opening.” You take your phone out and connect it to the Bluetooth. “Now, we need to listen to the Weeknd because the concert is only a month away and I want to make sure you know all of the songs, okay?”

“I know quite a few.”

“Not off his new album! We’re going to be so close to the stage, what if he looks out to us and doesn’t see you mouthing the words because you don’t know it? You’ll look like such a local.”

“A local?” He laughs. “What the fuck is a local?” You sigh heavily. “Okay, okay, why don’t we play it when we get home? I’ll fuck you to it how you like.” Your mouth falls open. “Would yeh like that?”

“Yes.” You nod excitedly.

Harry takes Buster out quick when you get home and you run off to the bedroom. You decide to put some lingerie on. The black lace bodysuit. You get the music started and lay on your stomach. Harry gets Buster tucked into his dog bed and sprints to the bedroom.

“Oh, wow.” He says. You make a come here motion with your finger and sit up on your knees.

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you, like really kisses you. His tongue molds to yours and you moan into his mouth. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he lifts it off. You run your hands over his tattoos. You felt like you hadn’t been able to really touch him for a while.

“Tonight.” He says against your lips. “We’re takin’ our time.”

[heyheshi]

10 Years of One Direction

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written and uploaded: July 23, 2020

🦋 - fluff

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I wasn’t really planning on uploading this Thursday and this isn’t what I was supposed to write lmao, my mind is all over the place for the past few days due to 1D’s 10 year anniversary but oh well, here I am, waiting for Zayn to say something... anyway HAPPY 10 YEARS guys! More power to our family! Gosh I feel so old!

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"I'm almost done with the frosting babe!", you yelled from the kitchen hoping your boyfriend can hear you from his room upstairs. Slowly but surely, you wrote the delicate letters on the cake you made just for this occasion, "10 Years of One Direction".

"Come quick!", you heard footsteps descending from the stairs, "I'm done upstairs love, just gotta bring up the drinks.", Harry kissed your cheeks as he brushed passed you and opened the fridge to get some soda.

"Don't forget the wine. Is the laptop set up?", you asked finishing off the lettering with three exclamation marks.

"It's all done Y/N", your boyfriend laughs at you, "you're much more stressed than me! Loosen up lovie", he winked at you and run back upstairs. You just rolled your eyes and smiled.

You carefully placed the cake on the clean counter and cleaned up your mess. 30 minutes before midnight and you're not on your decent clothes yet!

Now, it's not exactly your fault why you're doing the cake this late. Your boyfriend thought that you made 2 cakes as that's what you both talked about but you decided to just make one and completely forgot to tell him.

You woke up nearing lunch - making a checklist on the things you need to get done for the day as preparation. Quickly eating breakfast (more like brunch) Harry made and started cleaning his room and did his laundry.

You often spend the night at his house so doing the domestic stuff for him is not much of a big deal to you. You basically live here anyway - but today needs extra work.

Around 2 p.m., you started to make the base of the cake as Harry leaves to go to the gym. You finished it, deciding to make the frosting later, and took a nap.

You woke up around 7 p.m., just in time to make dinner. On your way to the kitchen, you can hear H humming, something he does when he's alone. You smiled at the thought, cannot hold back yourself from kissing your boyfriend welcome so you run to where he is - quickly stopping in your track once you see him.

"Hi baby! The cake tastes so good, it'll be phenomenal with your frosting", you saw Harry eating the base of the cake smiling at you. You don't know how to react. Your mind working miles per minute.

"Har- i- babe! I only made one!"

"What do you mean you only made one, lovie?", Harry asked still eating the cake.

"I got tired earlier and just decided to make one...", face-palming yourself for your own carelessness.

"Oh shi- I, we can make another one! I'll make it! I'm so sor-",

"It's alright", you rounded the counter and kissed his messy lips, "I'll make another one, you can finish this one", you smiled reassuringly at him and squeezing his shoulder quick.

"I'll make our dinner, yea?", he offered. You can tell that he feels bad about eating the cake but it's really not a big deal at all. It's food, you're raised to share food and not spoil it. Plus you couldn't really be mad at Harry as he is your boyfriend and it's his special day in a few hours.

"Of course, I'll just start on a new batch.", you kissed Harry once again as you both started working in the kitchen.

Placing the mixture in the oven, the two of you eat the dinner around 8 p.m., Harry made your favorite Alfredo pasta knowing that he's trying to make it up to you.

Both of you being the slowest eater that you are, spent more than an hour eating - always teasing and flirting to each other like it's still the early stages in your relationship.

You told H to get his room ready and that you'll do the dishes instead and a little past 10 p.m., you're only starting on the mixture of the frosting.

Now, finally, you're ready to head upstairs and change into much cleaner clothes. Delicately holding the cake and walking slowly, you finally made it to Harry's room.

It looked like a huge fort, with his bed full of pillows and snacks and his laptop connected to the t.v. with their old music videos playing. You never pictured your boyfriend as the fairy lights type of guy but oh well this night, he is.

His room looks and feels really cozy, he even got balloons on his ceiling and the banner you made a few days ago is hung near his headboard.

You saw your boyfriend fixing the plastic table on the room where more snacks and utensils are placed. As if he can feel your presence, he looked back to the door where you are standing and quickly getting the cake off your hands to place on the table.

"Go get changed love, might as well binge on our old videos while waiting for them.", you only noticed that your boyfriend is already dressed for the occasion.

You forced him to wear their 1D merch with you. He is currently sporting a 1D pajama set, a Liam socks, and a Zayn beanie.

"You look cute babes!", you teased him and run to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You can hear him laughing at you and saying something sounding like "love her to death".

You changed to your own 1D pajama set matching with H and putting on a Narry socks and a Louis beanie and exiting his bathroom.

Harry is singing along to Perfect when you entered his room. You plopped into his bed and cuddled him.

"Ready?", you asked him giddily as you went to his laptop to open the zoom app.

"One kiss and I'm ready.", he winked at you and hugged you from behind. You shrugged him as a joke and pecked his nose. 

After connecting his laptop on zoom, you both went back to bed and wait for the others. One by one, the other guys started joining the meeting.

"Harry! Y/N! Man, how's everything?", Liam greeted both of you with Bear on his lap. The three of you are in the middle of your conversation when another user joined in.

"Oi! What's up fuc- oh sh- sorry!", Louis raised his hand as he saw Bear on Liam's screen. El only laughed at her boyfriend and started talking with the rest of you.

Niall joined a bit later speaking without a sound. The rest of you reckoned that he's having a hard time setting up his zoom app until another user joined, and that's when Niall's audio started working.

"Ello lads! And ladies! And baby!", Niall cooed at Bear while Bear only stared at the web came, shyly.

"Sorry guys! Z is still in the bathroom! You know him!", the very pregnant Gigi joined the meeting as the others started talking to each other. You haven't met her in person so you're fangirling over her. Harry squeezed you to his side and laughed at you lightly.

"Hello hello!", at 11:59, Zayn finally appeared on the screen, Louis cheering for his best friend's appearance.

Everyone started talking, Bear being taken away to sleep after a few minutes.

"Was gonna egg your houses, except yours - Harry and Zayn. Liam and Niall, you keep dropping hints fooking hell!", Louis exclaimed while everyone laughed at him.

"I mea-"

"Shut up Liam!", Liam only laughed and put his hands in the air at Lou's antics.

"Harry, Y/N, you two looked like you really planned this!", Gigi complimented you both while you blushed whispering a thank you.

"She forced me to wear this! And look at her socks!", H raised your foot so the others can see it.

"Awe Y/N this is why I love youuu", Niall teased you. You haven't recovered from Gigi, now there's another teasing!

"Leave m’ girl alone! She's fangirling over Gigi!", you nudge Harry's ribs hard, feeling so embarrassed. 

"Oh gosh, that's cute! I wanna meet you in person! I've already met El when we did this photoshoot, right El?", Gigi enthusiastically said as Zayn rubs his girlfriend's belly.

"Yes! We have to hang out! Ni and Li! Make sure your girlfriends join us!", Eleanor looks so happy and it makes you wonder how she does it in the midst of all the hate she receives. You and Harry aren't public yet and it makes you think of what will happen when you do.

"Harry keep it in your pants!", Lou suddenly shouted when he saw your boyfriend staring at you.

"M not doing an-"

"Baby fever man!", Niall laughed at Harry for being so obvious. You're so embarrassed at this point so Harry just flexed his room and the cake you made to remove turn the attention away from the both of you.

"Man, how do you think they'll react to the Infinity video?", Niall asked.

"Gonna be a blast, they don't know that Zayn had a part!", your boyfriend exclaimed beside you while everyone agrees. Within the next few hours, different websites will premier it and everyone can hardly wait.

Everyone stayed up until 5 a.m. catching up and reminiscing until they have to forcefully go to sleep for later. They can't wait to see each other for the interview with BBC where they'll be announcing their plans.

Each said goodbyes with a promise to arrive early to spend more time together before the taping starts at 12 p.m.

You and Harry both went to the bathroom to brush your teeth, Harry staring at you through the mirror as you did so.

"Mhve iwn wifh mo."

You rinsed your mouth with the water and replied, "what? I couldn't exactly understand you baby."

Harry finished rinsing his mouth, "I said move in with me... please."

"I- Harry re you sure? I mea-"

"Yes, I am! You're basically living here anyway! I want to take the next step with you.", he tried to woo you while hugging you in front of the mirror.

You nod and said yes. Turning around to kiss him. 

"I love you", he said. 

"Love you more", you kissed him once more, "Let's head to bed! You gotta be up nice and fresh for later," you tugged his hands towards his room and settled down.

“I always look good babyyy...”, and as much as you wanted to fight your boyfriend, he looks really cuddly now.

“Yes, you do, got a killer genes and all”, you run your hands through his hair smiling softly at him, as you felt your eyes became heavy.

“You do too! Our kids gonna have badass looks!"

“You definitely go a baby fever huh? Let's focus on your interview tomorrow first, yeah?”, you hugged him tight and tickled the back of his neck.

H only laughed, "Definitely got one, wanna be a father to our kids but I also can't wait for our fans to know what we're up to!", Harry placed his head on the crook of your neck.

“Good thing I want you to be the father of my future kids then... and tomorrow, they’re gonna love it! Gonna be thrilled about your announcement! Everyone’s been waiting for it! Happy 10 years again, so proud of you and everyone behind your band's success."

“Thank you lovie", Harry replied as he kissed your neck.

With that, you kissed his forehead goodnight and made sure your alarm is on to start the day.

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[btschooseafic]

Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: There’s no shortage of hard work as they get closer to their debut, with a album photo jacket shoot and a music video shoot.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 21: Hard work / Part 1 / Part 2

Music Video Shoot, No More Dream-May 18th 2013

The music video was going to be filmed in a studio in Gwanju. Aviva woke up extra early to make lunchboxes for the boys, before she had to drive them down.

Soonyoung wandered into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

She looked around at the lunchboxes and frowned.

“You do too much for those boys.”

Aviva shook her head. “I don’t think so. They work hard, so I just want to support them. And it makes me happy to do so, you know.”

“Well, I’m glad it makes you happy, but you need to take care of yourself too, you know.” She pointed at the lunchboxes. “There are only seven of those, did you even think about what you would be eating?” Aviva blinked slowly. Soonyoung sighed and waved her hand. “You go get dressed, I’ll throw something together for you.”

“I love you.” Aviva kissed her on the cheek as she left the room.

“Love you too!”

In the waiting room, Aviva fiddled with the settings on her camera.

“Hi, noona,” Jungkook said, sitting next to her. “Like my makeup?”

She glanced at him. “Yeah. You look cool. I like the eyeliner.” She looked back at her camera, frowning.

“Wow, is that a new camera?” He wondered. She nodded. “Looks fancy.”

“It was a gift from the company,” she told him quietly. “Chief Kyungso and the marketing team liked my idea about posting the behind the scenes footage and want me to do a whole series.”

He smiled. “Daebak!”

“I guess…”

He titled his head. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It is, but I’m worried about getting enough footage,” she admitted.

“I can help you with that,” Jungkook said. “I’ve got a camera too!” He pulled his out of his bag. “Let’s go find something interesting to film.”

Jungkook approached Jimin. He got a close up shot of Jimin’s face.

Aviva switched her camera on, filming Jungkook filming Jimin.

“Filming like this… what are you planning to do?” Jimin asked him suspiciously.

“Zoom~ Zoom~ Zoom~” Jungkook sang, zooming in on Jimin’s face. Aviva laughed quietly. Jungkook turned his head and grinned and at her, still filming Jimin. “See? Now you’ve got two angles on Jiminie, that’s interesting enough, right?”

“Ah, my skin’s not really…” Jimin held his hand up to block Jungkook’s shot.

“Your skin looks great,” Aviva assured him. “The fans are gonna be jealous.”

Jimin giggled nervously.

Jungkook turned, getting a shot of himself in the mirror. Aviva ducked out of the way. Jimin popped his head up to block Jungkook’s shot.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked. “I’m filming here…” Jimin smirked playfully, stepping in the way again. “Ah…” Jimin kept blocking his shot as Jungkook kept trying. Finally Jungkook held the camera high over Jimin’s head. Jimin pouted.

“No fair!” He grumbled. Jungkook laughed. “Yah!” Jimin walked away.

“What are you up to?” Hoseok walked over to them in one of his music outfits.

“I’m helping Avi-noona with her behind the scenes footage!” Jungkook told him. Hoseok looked at her.

“Is he being helpful?”

Aviva made a noncommittal noise. “Yah!” Jungkook said.

Hoseok laughed.

“You have cheered me up, though,” Aviva told Jungkook. He smiled.

“How do I look, Avi Avi?” Hoseok asked her.

“Hmm…” She leaned her hand on her hip, studying him. “Pretty good.”

Hoseok pouted.“Only pretty good?”

“She told me I looked cool,” Jungkook bragged.

“Of course.” Hoseok tapped his camera lens. “That’s cause you’re her favorite.”

“I don’t have favorites,” Aviva said. “And don’t mess with his camera lens, it’s not polite.”

Hoseok sighed. “You don’t think I look cool?”

“It’s just not as… impactful as the other looks,” Aviva thought. “I think I like the spiked hair and the plain mask look the best.” He blinked at her.

“You memorized all my outfits?”

“To the best of my ability…” She grimaced. “Fashion eludes me. Joonho-ssi has a list of streetwear brand names for me to memorize.”

Hoseok laughed. “I have faith in your abilities, Avi-yah.”

“Anyway, I think all three of us are good-looking!” Jungkook said, gesturing at them. Hoseok nodded and grinned. Aviva pressed her lips together uncertainly.

“Don’t you argue with that,” Hoseok said, wagging his finger at her.

“Ah, can I get a video of you two together?” Aviva asked, holding up her camera.

Hoseok laughed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject, but, okay.”

“Let’s do it!” Jungkook switched off his camera. “What’s up?” Hoseok held up a peace sign and pouted at her. “We’ve come!”

“Yeah!” Hoseok wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“Log duo!”

“Log duo.” Hoseok nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. They stared at her. “Is there anything you wanted us to do in particular?”

“Um…” Aviva bit her lip.

“What should we play with…?” Jungkook looked around.

“What should we do~” Hoseok singsonged.

“Let’s try and guess the answer~” Jungkook sang.

Aviva’s phone went off. “Ah, time for your close-up, Hobi!”

“Want to tag along?” He offered. She nodded.

“Is it okay?” Jin asked, gesturing down at himself. “Do I look cool?”

Aviva tilted her head.

“Not your best look,” she said honestly. Jin’s eyes widened. She waved her hands hurriedly. “Ah, but that’s just a personal preference—I’m sure there will be some people who prefer this look!”

“Oh?” He smirked a little. “What look do you prefer, then?”

“Hmmm… I think I liked the black top on you better,” she told him. “Shows off your arms better.” He blushed slightly, but nodded.

“I do have good shoulders.”

Namjoon walked up to them. “What are you two talking about?”

“Jin-oppa’s shoulders,” Aviva told him. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“And that was so important you needed to film it?” He pointed to Aviva’s camera.

“You were filming that?” Jin asked.

“…I’m still filming,” Aviva informed him. Namjoon laughed as Jin made an embarrassed noise. “I thought you noticed!” She bowed slightly. “Sorry, I’ll edit it.”

“Alright, alright.” Jin sighed. “What about you?” He looked at Namjoon. “You seem nervous.”

Namjoon blinked at him.“I do?”

“A bit,” Aviva agreed.

“I guess I have been wondering…” Namjoon pushed his sunglasses down over his face and looked at her. “We’ll be able to do well, right?”

Jin and Aviva exchanged a knowing look.

“Of course,” Jin said. “I’m too handsome for it not to go well!”

“…On a more serious note—” Aviva said.

“Yah!” Jin protested. “I am being serious!” Namjoon snorted.

“—However it’s received, you’re working hard, so you should feel proud of that,” she said, looking at both of them.

Namjoon squeezed her shoulder. “Thanks.”

During the lunch break, Aviva brought the lunchboxes into the waiting room.

“Yes!” Jungkook said.

Jimin looked almost tearful.

“Why are you so surprised?” Aviva asked him. “You’re the one who asked me to…”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He hugged her. “You’re the best manager ever!”

Aviva patted him on the back a bit. Hoseok gave her a thumb’s up.

“How come yours looks different?” Jin asked her as they ate.

“Oh, Soonie made this one for me,” she told him, smiling fondly down at the food.

“…Switch with me?” Jin asked, holding out his lunchbox.

“Yah, appreciate the effort manager-nim went to!” Namjoon said, kicking Jin’s foot.

“I do appreciate the effort,” Jin said. “Really, I do. I just…” He gazed longingly at Aviva’s lunchbox. She chewed for a moment and then held out a bite on her chopsticks. Jin blinked at her and then leaned over—Taehyung chomped it up before he had the chance. Everyone laughed.

Aviva watched nervously as Yoongi climbed over to sit on the hood of a school bus.

“Don’t worry manager-noona!” Jimin said. “I didn’t fall off, so I doubt he will!”

“I will if you keep yelling like that!” Yoongi shouted back at him.

“Quiet on set!” The director called out.

Aviva filmed Yoongi as he fooled around with the basketball.

He spun it over his arms. “Want to see it in reverse?” He asked her. She nodded. “Okay. So you keep at it, and then…” He flipped it over his shoulder, around his head onto his other arm.

“Ooh!” Hoseok said from behind them.

“Not bad!” Namjoon agreed. Yoongi grinned, bouncing the ball and then losing it. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa…” Hoseok snorted as Yoongi ran after the ball. “Not bad?”

“Not bad!” Hoseok teased.

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi said, coming back over to them. “But since it’s a leather ball, it’s quite lightweight and easy to spin too…” He spun it on his finger.

“Hyung, pass it!” Jungkook said from the side.

Yoongi bounced it to him.

“I played basketball back in the day,” Yoongi told Aviva.

“I know,” she told him, switching off the camera. He smiled.

“And you played soccer.”

“Eh, is that right?” Hoseok asked. “I want to play play soccer with you~”

“How come you didn’t come play with us when we filmed the graduation video?” Jungkook wondered, still bouncing the ball.

“I had meetings all day that day, remember?” She told him.

“Oh yeah…” Jungkook tossed it the ball at her. She trapped it against her chest (narrowly avoiding her camera hanging by her stomach) dropping it to her feet, and stepping on it.

“That doesn’t hurt?” Hoseok wondered. “With the…” He motioned at her chest.

“Yah!” Jungkook said, frowning at him. “Leave her alone.”

“I was just asking a question,” Hoseok said.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Aviva said. “You’re supposed to catch it here.” She tapped the top of her chest, just under her collarbone. “Not… lower…”

“Hmmm…” Hoseok stared at her.

“Hope,” Namjoon warned him.

Aviva kicked the ball, catching Hoseok between the legs.

“Ow, fuck, Avi, why’d you do that?” He said as the other three boys laughed and winced.

“What, did it hurt?” She asked, blinking innocently at him.

“This is a long day~” Jungkook thought, retrieving the ball.

Because they would be working very long days during the shoot, they would be sleeping at a hostel nearby.

Aviva drove them to the building and then went to her room with a few assistants. The other girls were drinking and gossiping, but Aviva fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

May 19th 2013

On the second day of shooting, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Aviva headed out a little early. Hoseok spent the morning with his family, while Jungkook and Aviva had offered to help with the set design.

By the time the others arrived on set, Jungkook and Aviva were putting the finishing touches on the graffiti they’d done.

“Avi-yah~” Jin whined, hugging her from behind. “I don’t know how you always drive these brats around. They never stop squabbling.”

Aviva shrugged. “You get used to it.” Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. “Ah, they want you in hair and makeup.”

Aviva followed Yoongi as he got ready for his solo shot.

“Ah, I’m nervous.” He looked at her. “Do I look cool?”

She looked him over.

“You’re sweating a lot…” She handed him a packet of tissues. He held them to his face, pouting. “But you still look cool.”

He smiled. “Thanks.” He let out a breath. “Ah, it’s warm today.”

Aviva nodded. “Jiminie and Kook keep walking around with their shirts off.”

“They do that anyway,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Manager-noona~” Taehyung said as he approached them. “The director wanted to talk to you.” Her brow furrowed.

“I wonder what for?”

They followed her. It turned out, the director was asking her if she wanted to be one of the extras in the group scenes. Aviva thanked him and politely refused.

“You should have done it!” Taehyung whined. “Then we would’ve got to see you dressed up cutely! Did you see the girl in the leather shorts? You would look so cool…”

“It’s fine,” Aviva said. “I don’t have to look cool, that’s your job.”

Taehyung frowned. They looked up as the break was called to an end. “We have to do well for our fans…”

“You’ve got this,” Aviva told him.

“It’s not that hard!” Hoseok said after they finished filming the scene. But his laugh was a little breathless.

“Hope,” Joonho said, walking onto set. “It’s time to change masks.”

Hoseok groaned. “It’s hard to breath in that thing.”

Joonho grimaced. “Sorry.” He helped fit it onto Hoseok’s face.

“You look cool, hyung!” Jungkook assured him. “We can do it!”

“It’s so warm…” Hoseok muttered. Aviva reached over and carefully dabbed at Hoseok’s forehead with a tissue. He smiled. “Thanks, manager-nim~”

“Getting more behind the scenes footage?” Yoongi asked as he spotted Aviva walking around with her camera. She hummed in affirmation. “Hmmm. Watch this.” Yoongi started to dance to the music playing in the room. “Jin-hyung, Jungkookie!” Yoongi shouted at the nearest two members. “Get over here!”

“Okay!” Jungkook said excitedly.

“If I must…” Jin sighed, coming over. The three of them danced through one of their routines. Aviva couldn’t help but laughing, several of the stylists and makeup artists joining her. Kim Jihye, the young leader of the makeup team laughed the loudest.

“Aw, fuck,” Aviva muttered, frowning at the screen on her camera.

“Aviva-yah!” Jin said, putting his hand to his chest, looking appalled. “Such language!”

“Blame him.” Aviva pointed at Namjoon. “He taught me how to curse in Korean.”

Jin advanced on him.

“Now, hold on, hyung!” Namjoon said, speeding away as Jin went after him.

“I don’t know why he doesn’t let us curse,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“He lets me and the hyungs curse if we’re not around the rest of you,” Taehyung said.

“But, I’m older than you,” Aviva said.

Jimin frowned. “And I’m the same age as you!”

Taehyung shrugged. “You three…” He pointed at them and then Jungkook. “Have an air of innocence to you that really gets to him.”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s easy to want to baby you.” Aviva frowned. “Anyway, what’s wrong with the camera?”

“It’s stuck in night vision some how,” she said, showing it to him.

“Huh…” Jungkook turned it on himself, folding the screen back so he could look at the footage while he filmed. He made faces and wiggled his fingers. “That’s kind of fun.”

“Let me see.” Jimin took it from him. “I look like a vampire! I look cool!” He giggled. “Oh! Not bad…”

“My turn.” Taehyung took it. “Ah, you’re right, manager-noona, that is night view.” He quietly sang some of the lyrics to No More Dream as he is filmed himself. “Hyung, you want a try?” He held the camera out to Yoongi. Yoongi took it.

“I look like I have cat eyes…” He smirked. “Interesting…”

Aviva laughed. “Okay, maybe I can use this footage after all.”

May 20th 2013

Aviva was leaning on the car, drinking cheap coffee out of a paper cup when the boys walked up to her with suspicious smiles on their faces.

“…What’s up?” She asked them.

“Happy Coming of Age Day!” Jin said, pulling a small bouquet of roses out from behind his back and holding it out to her. She stared at it.

“We couldn’t afford twenty, but we each chipped in for one,” Namjoon told her.

“And Soonyoung-noona gave me this to give you from her mom,” Hoseok said, holding up a bottle of perfume. “Honestly, I’m still confused about whether we’re supposed to come of age this year, or next year, but…” He shrugged. “I guess we can always celebrate twice?”

“You two and Yoongi-hyung get this year, because of the new ordinance, and I get next year with those two,” Namjoon said, pointing at Jimin and Taehyung.

Aviva took the yellow crystal bottle from Hoseok.

“From Soonyoung’s mom?” She asked quietly.

“That’s what noona told me,” Hoseok said. Aviva wiped at her wet eyes with the back of her hand. Hoseok’s eyes widened. “You okay, Avi?” She nodded.

“I just didn’t expect her to…”

“I’ll drive again this morning,” Jin said. “You take the flowers and give me the car keys.”

She frowned. “But you complained so much about it yesterday!”

“Promise I won’t complain,” he said. “Just take the flowers.” She sighed and reached into her pocket, giving him the keys and taking the bouquet.

She sat in the back next to the window and Hoseok.

“What about you?” She asked him as Jin drove.

“My parents gave me presents yesterday!” Hoseok told her.

“Also, they’ve been fighting over who gets to give you a kiss all morning!” Jungkook told her. He laughed as other boys shot him various annoyed and embarrassed looks.

“Nobody gave me a kiss,” Yoongi muttered. Aviva glanced at him.

When they got out of the car at the studio, Aviva leaned up and kissed Yoongi on the cheek. He grinned widely.

“Oh, and…” Aviva took Hoseok’s hand and kissed him on the knuckles.

He gasped, resting his hand on his chest.

“My prince!”

Jungkook snickered. Jin nodded. “My charming apprentice.”

Namjoon sighed. “Save one for me next year, Avi…”

“Me too!” Taehyung said.

“And me!” Jimin added.

“And for you!” Hoseok nuzzled the side of her face and then gave her a kiss on her temple.

Towards the end of the day, they stood in the hallway, waiting for the next scene to be prepped.

“How’s everyone feeling?” Aviva asked, getting a shot of them standing side by side.

“I’m a bit sad, since it’s the last day of shooting,” Jimin said.

Jin attacked him with a hug.

Aviva’s phone buzzed. “Ah, makeup and hair check!”

Everyone started to disperse. Jihye ran over to Jimin with a small comb that she used to adjust his eyelashes. Aviva frowned, looking around.

“Where’s Kook?”

“What are you doing without me?” Jungkook asked, popping into frame and pouting.

“Just asking how everybody’s doing,” Aviva told him.

“And hugging people!” Jin said, hugging him from behind.

Jungkook winced.

“You okay, Kookie?” Aviva asked him.

“Pretty good, except for this headache.” Jungkook motioned at his head.

“Eh, you have a headache?” Jin said.

“Still missing Yoongi-oppa…” Aviva muttered, looking around.

“You called?” Yoongi walked over, looking curious as he wrapped his arm around Jin’s shoulders. Jungkook nodded, still wincing.

“Yeah, I have a headache.”

“I know the cure for a headache,” Jin bragged.

Jungkook looked at him. “What is it?”

“It becomes fine if you have pain in other places,” Jin explained.

“Seokjin-oppa…” Aviva said, sending him a warning look.

“Yap!” Hoseok said, coming up behind Jungkook and slapping him on the back.

“Hoseok!” Aviva scolded.

“Yap!” Jin punched him on the shoulder.

“Yap!” Yoongi did as well.

“Looks painful,” Hoseok said, grinning.

“Boys…” Aviva said, glaring at them. Hoseok laughed and ran.

“Sorry!” Jin whined.

“Say it to him, not me,” Aviva said, pointing at Jungkook.

“Sorry!” Jin repeated to Jungkook, before running off after Hobi.

“Don’t worry, noona,” Jungkook said, smiling at her. “I actually feel better now.” He went after them, bouncing the basketball he was holding.

“…You’re all so stupid,” Aviva muttered.

“Well…” Yoongi wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “You’re the one filming it all.”

She blinked. “Well… stupidity can be entertaining sometimes.”

He laughed.

“That was fun,” Jungkook thought as the day ended.

“Yeah~” Hoseok said. “Who says hard work can’t be fun?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung agreed. “Although it would’ve been even more fun if manager had agreed to be one of the extras…” He looked at her. She frowned.

“I told you, I’d rather be behind a camera than in front of it.”

“But I wanted to see you all dressed up!” Jimin said, pouting.

June 2nd 2013

“Okay,” Aviva said, sitting at her desk in the office as Tae hovered nervously behind her. “Here it goes.” She clicked post, and Tae’s profile photo and member announcement tweet went out. He cheered and squeezed her shoulders.

“I can’t believe it! I’m not a secret member anymore!”

“Congratulations!” She said, smiling at him.

“When are the others going to be posted?” Tae wondered.

“Hmmm… we have Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook tomorrow, and then Rap Monster, Suga, and J-Hope the day after,” she told him. “Oh, and the day after that, we’ll be posting the official tracklist!”

The day after the tracklist was posted to twitter, the first teaser trailer was released for the No More Dream music video. It featured footage of the boys scribbling over a chalkboard on the set, with a little monologue voice over in English by Rap Monster as he introduced them.

A few days later, the second teaser trailer, which was just edited clips from the music video, was released.

A large group of people gathered in a room at the offices to watch the music video together on the day it launched.

“I still think the helicopter is over dramatic,” Jin muttered.

“Are you really the person to be calling anything overdramatic?” Yoongi wondered. Jin pouted at him.

“The police showing up at all is a little…” Jimin made a face. “Unrealistic?”

“Is it?” Aviva wondered. “I’ve been to plenty of parties that were broken up by the police.” They stared at her. “In the US.”

“Okay, that makes a little more sense,” Hoseok said. “But you don’t even like parties.”

“Yeah, but Soonyoungie does,” she reminded him.

“Ah.” Hoseok nodded.

“Well, it’s still unrealistic that we would ever have such parties,” Jin thought. “I can’t imagine so many people ever showing up to see us...”

[celestialtitania]

Breaking Down Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Plagg hummed at the scent of his favourite cheese. ”Camembert,” he sighed in his sleep, cuddling on the pillow next to Adrien. Then he felt a sharp prod as the scent of cheese diminished. He woke up with a yowl.

Plagg began to look around wildly trying to see what had caused his rude awakening, only to see...Tikki?

“Sugarcube? What are you doing here?” He hissed, checking to make sure Adrien was still asleep. She only gave him a dead stare. He backed away from her a little, worried that there was something wrong with her. Then she spoke for the first time. 

“I’m going to ruin a certain someone. And I need your help.” Plagg’s eyes grew wide. She hadn’t even scolded him for calling her sugarcube! This had to be serious. He wondered what happened to make Tikki so angry. Then he smirked, if Tikki wanted to do something bad to someone, they must be horrible and completely deserving of whatever punishment she wanted to dole out.

Not to mention, Tikki was much crueler than him sometimes. “I’m in. This is going to be a blast Sugarcube.”

“Good. Come on. We need to get the others.” Then she turned and flew out the window. Plagg was so surprised he didn’t even stop for a snack.

“Others? Who else is helping?” He called after her, as they flew in the night. Tikki wouldn’t stick to any straight path, twisting and turning, phasing through random walls. If anyone were following them, they’d be lost. 

Plagg summoned some extra energy to grasp Tikki’s hand to slow her down. “Sugarcube. Where are we going?”

“To Master’s. Where else?” Tiki deadpanned.

“The Guardian? What for?”

“Where else are we going to get help from?” Tikki shot back.

“I thought you wanted to ask your owner.” 

“I’m doing this for my owner.”

Plagg let go of her and froze. After a moment, Tikki noticed and turned towards him. “Will you hurry up? I want to gather everyone and start the plan!”

“What’s wrong with Ladybug? Who do you want to hurt?”

Tikki grew angrier, if that were possible. For once, she was scaring Plagg a little. “Lila Rossi,” she spat.

“What’d she do now?” Plagg yawned losing interest, not again over the lying girl. Plagg didn’t like her either, but he didn’t think there was any reason for them to get so worked up over her.

“Listen, my holder has been feeling alone and she’s been this close to being akumatized. I can’t see her like that anymore.”

“Why is she feeling alone?” Plagg interrupted. “She isn’t expelled anymore.”

“But no one believes in her. And your owner,” Tikki began disapprovingly. Plagg felt himself get angry. 

“Hey, my kid’s doing the best he can. He’s the one that got your kid back to school you know. Otherwise Ladybug would’ve stayed expelled.”

Tikki blinked, a shocked look on her face. “What do you mean? We just saw that photoshoot…”

“The price he had to pay,” Plagg interrupted in a snooty tone. He didn’t appreciate Tikki disregarding how hard Adrien was trying to be there for Marinette. 

Tikki however did not look very impressed. When Plagg pointed it out, she was quick to deny it but it was evident. He had known her for as long as they’d both been in existence. As if she could hide her emotions from him.

“Okay, well...not that I’m not grateful. Being back at school is a little better, but he sold his soul to the devil. For nothing. She’s still making my holder’s life miserable. And your chosen is miserable too. How is this helping anyone?”

Plagg had to admit she was right. Tikki often was. But Adrien hadn’t thought it through. When he’d made the plan, his only goal was to get Marinette exonerated and back at school. He hadn’t realized the power he’d be giving to Lila.

“He really is simple and straightforward, isn’t he?” Tikki remarked, shaking her head.

“Your plan. It’ll help my kid too?” Plagg asked ignoring her question.

Tikki smirked and if that look sent a chill down Plagg’s spine, he’d never tell. “If my plan works, Liar Rossi will wish that she’d never been born.” 

This. This was why you didn’t mess with creation. Some of the most twisted things in existence happened because Tikki was mad. Sure, they’d all blame him but in actuality it was all her fault. 

Did anyone ever ask why he had to sink Atlantis? Or what caused him to knock into the Tower of Pisa? He’d play along, pretending it was all his fault. Really though, he just destroyed when she created too much. Ladybug could cure, but Tikki could do so much more. 

“Let’s go!” Tikki zoomed towards Fu’s place, leaving Plagg racing to catch up. “Hold on! I didn’t even have any cheese!”

                                        xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

They’d made it inside quietly enough and had flown straight into the miracle box. “What if there’s an akuma? Like last time?”

“It can wait,” Tikki replied coldly. Plagg shook his head. There really was no stopping her now. 

The others had all stopped in surprise seeing them fly in. Ziggy approached them cautiously. “Is everything okay? What brings the two of you here?”

Plagg gestured for Tikki to go ahead and explain. She nodded and moved in front of him. “I need to speak to Kaalki and Trixx.”

The fox and horse kwamis came out of the crowd. “Hey Tikki, Plagg,” Trixx waved at them curiously. 

Kaalki sniffed. “Go on, I presume you have good reason for coming to me?” 

“You both remember my holder?”

“The new Guardian in training? Yeah, she’s pretty foxy,” Trixx grinned.

“A fine replacement, why do you ask about her? She is your holder,” Kaalki added.

Plagg blinked, shock running through him. Marinette was going to be the next Guardian? Since when? And why was he only hearing about this now?

In his shock, he had zoned out and completely missed what Tikki was telling Kaalki and Trixx. Wait, when had Wayzz come in?

“You agree?” Tikki turned to Plagg, who’d just come to.

“To what? Wait, backtrack. Ladybug is going to be the next Guardian? When was this decided?” He demanded to know.

“A while back,” Roarr told him.

“Yeah, she’s a good one,” Xuppu agreed while bouncing every which way. 

“And none of you told me?” Plagg questioned. 

Tikki rolled her eyes. “I’ll tell you everything later. And she hasn’t become the Guardian. Master just asked her, after the whole mess with that sentimonster and the revival of the temple.”

“But he’d been thinking about it for awhile,” Sass put in. “That’s why he had Ladybug chose new heroes. It was a test to see if she could handle the responsibility. You hadn’t seen it coming?”

Plagg denied it, but the truth was that he had. Fu was getting old and who better than Marinette to take over the job. He just hadn’t expected things to be changing so quickly.

“We can talk about it later. You do agree with the plan, yes?” Wayzz asked Plagg. 

“You’re a part of the plan?” Plagg was completely blank. What plan?

Tikki looked quite frustrated but she managed to calm herself down. “We’ll fill you in as we go along. Just meet me in the top corner of the classroom tomorrow morning. As soon as your chosen gets in. We’ll be starting then.”

Seeing as Tikki had gotten not only himself but also Trixx, Kaalki and Wayzz involved, Plagg was quite excited. He may not know what she was going to do but he couldn’t wait to see her plan in action.

[oneofthemillionarmy]

The Impossible Order | Ch.2

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Last chapter

~•~

Last night, one of the Peruvian suppliers was able to promise 250 ct worth of tourmaline, but it would be delivered in two weeks rather than the originally intended week and a half. Knowing your boss is one for deadlines and punctuality, you believe he’d prefer Hestia Sourcing. Despite your own gut telling you that Peruvian Treasures will pay off in the long run. Regardless of the turnaround time from your main supplier, the 200 ct in two weeks will keep the remaining four projects afloat before the regular shipment. However, you still report the remaining two supplier response and quotes, also providing your own input. Mr. Min says he prefers Hestia; as expected.

“How goes the status on our tourmaline crisis?” Mr. Min asks as he sips on his third cup of coffee this morning.

“Hestia Sourcing has already been officially contacted for their shipment of tourmaline to arrive in a week and a half. Jimin is currently working with Kim Taehyung on the new design for the frame. Seokjin has already crafted two other designs for you to look at today before he meets with Yoo Jae Suk tomorrow. Beyoncé loves alexandrite, but the tourmaline was intended to match with her costumer designer’s vision for the Met Gala, so he’s unwilling to make changes. Your father had already ok’d the change for your parent’s anniversary gift, so we can switch their gemstones with alexandrite instead. The JP team has already started working on the mold for the Jubilee. And marketing just emailed me the final draft for the letter to the customers and PR is still working with marketing for the ethically sourced advertisement. They are utilizing internet ad platforms, both short clip video ads and on social media.” You handed him your tablet for him to read over the final draft letter and Seokjin’s designs.

“Tell marketing to go ahead with the letter. Also, tell Seokjin that I would also like to see his first design with silver instead of rose gold.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.”

“Today I’m meeting with Jasper and Jester Industries over Zoom at 12:30. Tell the tech team I want to use the hologram projector during this meeting because we’re showing them the prototype today. Speaking of prototype, I need to see the prototype from the TP team by 10. Go to L’Orange today for lunch today; I want the lamb chops. James and Soobin will be coming at 1:30 to go over the purchasing of the mine sites for the cobalt mining. Check back in with me at 2 on the Kim Taehyung project and the marketing strategy. I want to see Seokjin’s new designs by 3. And check with our supply team if we’re maintaining our upkeep of inventory. If not, I need a list before 11 this morning along with suppliers’ response for turnaround time and quotes.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.” You had your hands clasped behind your back the entire time.

“Another coffee please.”

“Yes, Mr. Min.” Without another word, you step out and take out your recorder. You play back his directives as you get the coffee.

~•~

“Hey, Hoseok.” You sigh as you pour hot water into your instant noodle bowl for lunch.

“Hey, Sunshine.” You chuckle. If the either of you were the sunshine, it’d be him.

“How’s Yeontan?”

“He’s fine. The vet says that he’s a little underfed, but otherwise, he’s still the most adorable Yeontan-ie that has ever lived.” Hoseok gushes at the puppy in his lap as he drives on his way back to his home. Hoseok will be holding onto Yeontan until the weekend.

“Ok. That’s good news. Was he good at the vet?”

“He hates the vet. You should know that better than I do. I was a dog catcher for 30 minutes. And he caused a whole waiting room full of dogs into a frenzy. Did you know that one of the people there brought their snake? I hate those. Yeontan almost fought a snake! You have no idea how hard it was for me to finally grab Yeontan before anything drastic happened.” You laugh as he goes on about his heroic deed of saving your pup from a snake.

“You did very well. Thank you, Hoseok.”

“Never mind that, Blessings. Hey. Are you coming over today after work?”

“I might. My boss has been very extra today. Every ten minutes, his chat bubble pops up adding 3 more things to do. But honestly, with the amount of things going on today, he shouldn’t have anything else left to do tonight. I might actually get off work on time.

“Good. Good. ‘Cause I was thinking –“ before Hoseok can finish his words, you hear the sound of a car swerve.

“Hoseok? You ok?”

“Yeah. Some idiot w-“ and the line cut off.

~•~

At 12:15, you were nowhere to be found. You left a message to Yoongi that you had to take the day off. Everything you were requested to do was already set in motion like a Rube Goldberg machine. You texted him saying that there are cups and cups of coffee in the fridge ready for him. If he wants hot, he’ll have to wait another day. And as promised, everything Yoongi needed was here. He had everything he needed. You just weren’t there to provide it.

“Where’s Y/N?” Seokjin asks as he comes in at 3pm like clockwork, “I would’ve thought she’d give me that 20-minute warning like she always does when I have a meeting with you.” She does that?

“I don’t know. She took a half day. I haven’t seen her since 11 or something.” Yoongi says nonchalantly as he looks over the Seokjin’s work. Seokjin just blinks at that before he starts slowly, “That’s not like her. Is everything ok? Do you know what happened?”

“No.”

“It’s just not like her to –“

“I like it better in silver this way.” Yoongi cuts him off, gesturing to the new designs.

“Heh. Yeah, Y/N said you would. I wanted to show you the rose gold one first anyway.” Seokjin chuckles as he sits down across the table from him, “Speaking of Y/N,” I wasn’t speaking about her…, “You got the supplies list for JP, TP, and HP, right? She told me you were working with the cobalt mine sites today. She told me to tell you that since cobalt is one of the supplies on the list, and the mine site wouldn’t be ready just yet, she contacted 3 different cobalt miners and selected Arrows for the cobalt supply.”

“She should’ve come to me first about the different miners. We have our upcoming product from HP –“

“The ceramic tiles for Ms. James’ bathroom. Yeah. She contacted HP. They require 300 g and Arrows is the only one with the adequate amount of supply. It will be here in 5 days.” Seokjin stands up and walks over to Yoongi’s kitchen, “All the other suppliers have been contacted. She sent me the list and wants me to report it to you.”

“You’re just a designer for the jewelry department,” Yoongi says as he looks through his email to see if you sent him any recent emails. Nothing.

“Give me some credit. I’ve got a brain and it’s used for more than just designing. Don’t forget, before I was a designer, I was also your assistant too.”

“Yeah, a pretty bad one.” Yoongi snorts. It’s why he needed you.

“We were just a startup! We literally just graduated then.” Seokjin protests as he come back over and sets down a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Yoongi.

“I thought Y/N only had iced ones left.”

“She did, but she instructed me to heat up one for you before we go over the list with you.” Seokjin scoots his chair closer as he whips out his tablet to bring up the supplies list, “And one for after.”

~•~

“Mr. Jung has suffered a serious blow to the head and is currently unconscious. We don’t know when he will wake at this point. His left arm has scarring from the glass shatters from the window when the car was impacted. His left leg has a hairline fracture and the patella was dislocated but has already been set back. Luckily, his left leg is the worst of the limbs. There’s bruising on the right thigh and right elbow also has bruising. The bruises are likely from holding on to the dog during impact. His right arm has some muscle tears do to strain.

“Right now, our biggest concern is when he will wake up. He had internal bleeding in the brain but the blood has been removed and there’s no clotting, in his brain or anywhere near his spine. Everything is where it needs to be, and there’s nothing that indicated long term brain damage or trauma. But we won’t know for sure until he wakes up.” The doctor nods his head and leaves.

You sniff as you cross your arms, staring at your best friend lying in the hospital bed. His head is wrapped as well as his left arm. His left leg is currently suspended in its cast. By his left eyes and cheeks, are massive bruises that still look sticky and gooey.

If only I didn’t let him take Yeontan…

“How’s my dog?”

“We checked in with the vet hospital nearby. Your dog has no extreme injuries, only mild bruising. The doctor wants him to stay overnight for observation.” The nurse reports to you. You shiver from the lonely air of the hospital.

“You can go in and see the patient right now, but please do not touch him. And visiting hours will be over in 40 minutes.” The nurse gently reminds you before you nod, thanking the nurse and heading in.

Walking towards Hoseok, your nose feels the burn as tears well up in your eyes. Before you even reach Hoseok’s bed, the tears already overflow out.

“I’m so sorry Hoseok. This is my fault.” And he’s a dancer too…oh my God, he’s a dancer….his limbs…

Your tears quickly turn into hysterical sobs, thinking too many things at once. Your greatest prayer is that he wakes up and he is completely healed. You start hyperventilating so you sit down and take deep breaths.

Although you were instructed not to touch him, you couldn’t resist to at least clutch to the hospital blankets next to his right hand, your knuckles touching each other’s.

“Please wake up, Hoseok. I’ll never have you do anything else for me. I’m sorry if I ever took advantage of you. Please know that I never once took you for granted. You are my dearest friend and I don’t want anyone else for a best friend. I promise to hug you more. I promise to cook for you. I’ll do it at your house. You don’t have to come to mine. I’ll clean up my mess after too. I’m here for you, I promise. I really am. I’m not leaving you, I swear to God. Please just wake up and be ok. You’re gonna be ok. I promise.” You turn to look to the hospital window to make sure no one sees you. You grab his right hand and lean down to kiss it, “Please wake up.”

Your phone in your pocket vibrates and you take it out.

The board members meeting is tomorrow at 8am. Please gather the data and reports from the teams ready by 6am. I will look over it before the meeting.

“Fuck you. No. Not now.” You grit your teeth and put the phone back in the pocket.

Your tears are both sad and angry now, but you know you need to calm down. Nothing drastic.

You take a couple deep breaths before you wipe your tears and take your phone out again to write an email. You look up as you think for a moment. Make that three.

Next chapter

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Build-a-Band Pt 6 Sir Reginald II

It’s another Build-a-Band chapter!!! This time from Julie’s POV as she watches her adorable himbos make Build-a-Bears

She makes Reggie (Spoilers I know, but to be fair- he’s the only one left!)

If I’m really good, and y’all are really excited, I’ll try to get the last part done tonight! It feels weird to wrap this up. Feels like I’ve been working on it forever.

Anyway, you can read it on Ao3 here

And also below! ~1800 words

Julie knew long before Reggie headed home that all the boys would be back, sooner rather than later, which is why she checked her schedule. Luckily, she was opening the next morning and everything would be quiet. Not to mention, she’d already gotten her first couple of paychecks so hopefully she could pay for everything that was about to happen. She knew her father would help since he loved to dote on his adopted ghost boys, but it was also kind of nice to be able to do this for them.

She’d gotten home to find Alex stubbornly refusing to let go of Alexander, Luke whining that he wanted one, and Reggie filled with so much pride and warmth that she could swore he was glowing. By the time she’d left for bed that night, all plans finalized, the boys had been snuggled up in their own bed. Alex in the middle holding tightly to Alexander, sandwiched between the two other boys. She chuckled as she headed out knowing she might need a lot of sleep and energy for her three tag-alongs the next day.

It’s why when she arrived before the boys the next morning, she took a minute to breathe everything in. She kind of liked the mall when everything was quiet and peaceful. The lights were mostly dimmed and the only sounds were the distant hiss of coffee machines and the soft whispers of the few other employees, not willing to break the silence just yet.

The store itself appeared kind of magical with colors and life bleeding through everything. Even though the store wasn’t truly alive yet. She liked being the first one in and getting to set everything up. She could organize the pre-made bears in the window into cute scenes, place out the small props that existed around the store. She tried for something new every time, some small little spin that would put an extra bright smile onto the child that noticed.

It was as she was setting up that she walked past a bin that made her stop. Long before Reggie had insisted on joining her she’d been imagining which bears she’d pick out for everyone. She’d found a bear for Flynn and Carrie and Luke and Alex, but Reggie had been stumping her for a couple of weeks. Until of course, she walked past this particular bin this morning.

She wasn’t sure how she’d missed it before. The bear was soft and black with wide eyes and a small smile. It was soft and the fur had a slight curve to it. She let her fingers drift across the Midnight Moon Bear and knew that this would be the one. No sooner had she finished the thought when she heard the tell-tale signs of poofing ghosts.

She turned around with a smile catching the first glimpses on Alex and Luke. They both stared wide-eyed and open mouthed, although Alex caught himself pretty quick transforming into a look of mild interest. She could still see the sparkle in his eyes though as he started wandering towards the shelves. Reggie just kept nodding the quintessential “AM I RIGHT???” look plastered across his face.

Julie nearly died of laughter once Luke found the puppies and zoomed around the store with Reggie. She took glee in the opportunity to tease Luke about his height. Even with Alex quiet unawareness of what was going on around him, she could spot the joy he was trying to hide.

The store may be no longer be quiet and peaceful, but she had to admit, she liked it filled with life more. It wasn’t the thrill on being on stage in front of screaming fans, but it was the little moments of connection as a child watched a shell of fabric come to life. It was the awe in their eyes as they oh so carefully picked out a heart and gave it warmth and joy and love. Her favorite though was when she stuffed the new toy and she was one-on-one with a child and they kept glancing into her eyes and back to the ever growing stuffie. For just a moment, she knew that child believed in magic and life and love so strongly that it could change the world.

Now here she was getting to watch those emotions dance across her boys’ faces. The boys had so many characteristics which defined them. They were dead, and a band, and family. They suffered through childhoods, that while Julie didn’t know all the details, she knew forced them to grow up fast. Forced them to take care of themselves when the people who should’ve failed.

So, she took a moment to breathe and watch as her boys were able to be just that. Boys. Children. Teenagers. Dorks who just wanted something soft.

After she watched all three of the boys pick up their piece, she grabbed what would soon become Sir Reginald II and led them over to the stuffing machine. She went through the basic instructions, knowing the boys were barely paying attention before guiding them over to the hearts.

She smiled at their enthusiasm and teased Reggie as he looked at every single heart in all of the boxes. Luke was also digging, but it seemed to be more purposeful while Alex picked through the hearts carefully taking his time to find the right one. Julie, on the other hand, knew exactly which heart she wanted. She’d picked it out the day before when Reggie was here and slipped it behind the counter. Out of all the hearts she’d ever seen in the box, it was by far the biggest. Nearly twice as big as the next closest size and a vibrant red. Reggie’s heart was so large, she knew Sir Reginald II needed one to match.

It didn’t particularly surprise her when Reggie asked her to “do the magic” and she struggled to contain her laughter when he managed to drag his friends into a group beg. Julie never intended to say no, but watching the boys plead with her was admittedly adorable. So she led them through it, warming up the heart, jumping with the heart, and her personal favorite- the wish.

When she’d done the heart for Alexander the day before, she’d wished for Alex to know that he was family. He was just as important and valued by her as any of the other boys. Reggie was rapidly taking on a big brother role, and although she tried to be exasperated about it, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Luke was… something. Some days he felt like her other half. Alex though, Alex was everything that kept her calm and steady and grounded. She hoped she knew how much he meant to her.

For Reggie’s bear she’d thought long and hard about what the whispered wish would be. In the end, she thought about everything she loved about Reggie.

Sir Reginald II please take care of Reggie. Sometimes he doesn’t realize how important he is. He’s the glue that holds us all together and keeps us going when everything seems bleak. He is so loved and so valuable. Please remind him of that when everything seems hard.

Alex brought William the Sk8 Bear up first and he seemed to bounce a little as he came to life. The shriek though when Alex caught sight of the skateboard accessories would forever be her favorite.

Reggie came up to him next and whispered to her. I made a wish, but I wondered if you wanted to leave one for Luke too. Her eyes widened as a blush covered her cheeks, but she agreed. Quietly she sang to the heart.

We say we're friends, we play pretend. You're more to me, we're everything Our voices rise and soar so high. We come to life when we're, In perfect harmony

She kept glancing over to Luke, ensuring he wasn’t paying attention, but thankfully he was also absorbed in his bear. Reggie jittered with excitement next to her, ready for the bear to be made, already planning in his head exactly how to accessorize Lukas.

Luke slowly approached her, ready to make Jules a true stuffie. She couldn’t help but give him a look. Was this really the one he picked for her? She loved it, but she had to laugh at the slightly awkward eyeliner they’d put on this bear. Her gasp resounded though as she caught a glimpse of the heart in his hand.

It was a vibrant purple and whatever second guessing she did about his knowledge of her faded as she saw the most beautiful heart. It was her favorite shade of purple and she squeezed it tight, once again feeling a blush crawling up her cheeks.

Once she’d stuffed Jules the Bear, it was a lot easier to see where he was going with this. His smile at the sight filled her with a small light and she passed him the bear while he flounced off to find her the perfect outfit.

Quickly she got to work on Sir Reginald II already knowing that among the clothing and accessories lived a white tank top, black jeans, a leather jacket, and a red stuffed bass guitar.

There was something steady about stuffing the bears. There was a little foot press like on a sewing machine or piano. In a way, it almost felt like she was making music as she brought Sir Reginald to life. The machine would wheeze as the stuffing flowed through the nozzle to the bear and it would make soft whump noises as it filled in all the spaces. Carefully she laced up the back and flipped the bear over. If she didn’t stare too deeply or too hard she could almost see the twinkle in its eye and the smirk on his face.

Looking up, she caught a glimpse of the boys rushing around and finding all the perfect pieces. Dressing the bears, laughing, and teasing each other. Every now and again someone would pick up an article of something ridiculous and hold it up, asking if it was what each other was looking for.

She loved them, but they certainly were high energy and she took a deep breath before rejoining the fray. Luke had Lukas grasped tightly, eyes a little watery while he batted away Alex’s hands who appeared to be trying to snatch Lukas away. She let out a small laugh at their antics and eased Jules out of Reggie’s arms and replaced her with Sir Reginald II.

If she noticed Luke freeze and eye her warily, she didn’t think much of it as she gripped Jules loosely in her arms. Jules ended up in an outfit that was pretty close to her Stand Tall outfit and she was mildly impressed. Unfortunately, Julie caught a glimpse down at her watch and began to shoo the boys out. It was just about time to open, which meant it was time to send them home. She gently placed Jules back in Reggie's arms and began preparing for the rest of her day.

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I’ll always be around by waterparks with Cal :)

Thanks for the song suggestion!

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Chosen Family 

It isn’t even late. The sun is starting to kiss the horizon but hasn’t fully committed itself to dip below. Calum’s phone shakes and he is tempted to let the notification, whether it be a text or something from an app, just sit until he felt like dealing with it. But then he remembers you telling him that it was a rough day so he pushes up from the sofa and gathers the phone into his hand. 

Can we go on a drive? It’s a simple text. It shouldn’t punch his chest like it does. But he knows. You only want to go on drives when you want to escape when the weight’s finally cracked your spine and there’s nothing left in you to carry the weight. 

Of course. Calum scrambles to collect his sneakers from next to the door and his keys. Duke sniffs around his feet and when Calum pulls the leash down from the hook next to the door, Duke sits immediately. You’ve always loved having Duke along too. Calum doesn’t need you to say it to know that you find comfort in the old dog just like he does. 

Calum packs his backpack, treats for Duke, water, snacks, doggy bags and sets out. When he pulls up to your complex, you’re sitting outside on the curb, head buried into your knees. This is not good, at all. His SUV is blocking part of traffic because he doesn’t even take the few seconds to properly park in a spot, Calum doesn’t care though. He jumps out, Duke clawing at the open window. “C’mon.” His voice is soft in your ears as he reaches out for you. 

It’s an understood rule no one talks until you’re onto the highway or until you reach the beach. The city has too many stops and though the highway is hell this time of day, Calum braves it just for you. You take a moment, stopped attempting to get onto your ramp to collect Duke into your arms and let him settle into your lap. The radio plays softly. You can’t quite place it but you think it might be Calum’s own phone playing a playlist. It doesn’t really matter as you stare out of the window with a stiff breeze blowing over your face.

 Calum hates seeing you this low. He has a good guess as to what’s causing this bout of the downward spiral. He’s offered you a place to stay, out the way, no one holding anything over your head but you’ve refused to take it. You don’t want to create extra stress for Calum. Nor do you really want to commute any farther to and from school and work than you have too. Though the offer becomes more and more enticing the longer you stay at home. 

You wait. You know the front tires have just inched onto the highway and by the time you can exhale again, you’re cruising in the middle of afternoon traffic. “It fucking blows,” you huff. 

Calum nods. “My offer still stands.” He’s quiet after that, letting you vent your frustrations. For a moment, his mind does wonder, if he should take this upcoming exit to your usual spot or if he should keep on, take this as far as he can go and route for the second spot. With the length of your spill, he opts to take the second option. He merges into the far left lane. His exit won’t be coming up for a good while. 

“I rationally know that a C on this essay is still good, but I really thought I had done better. It makes me feel stupid. How can I agree too much with the author? If I agree with them, then I just fucking agree with them.” It was only a  one hundred level philosophy class you were taking just to fill out your schedule and graduate on time. What you didn’t need though was at GPA tank, not this close to the end. You took a gap year to help out at home and with the end finally so close in sight, getting a C in your philosophy class wasn’t in the plans. 

Calum hums again. “It really does fucking blow. It doesn’t seem fair for the professor to dox you for agreeing with the material. Why even use that material then?”

“Exactly!” Your voice is a little loud and you can hear it echoing. “Never go back to school,” you joke.

Calum chuckles, glancing at you for just a moment. You’re grinning, which is better than the ball you were in when he picked you up. It made his heart warm and he wants to paint your smile--hang it up in his living room maybe. That way he’d never really ever have a chance to forget what it looked like, he could never miss it either. It always brightened up the room--or even the car, in this case. “I’ll take that under consideration.”

Staring out of the window, you catch the glimpse of the water’s edge. You know soon the breeze will be cool and a little salty. “Enough about me. What’s happening in your world?” you ask, facing Calum.

He’s wearing the bucket hat snug on his head and you know by the sweatshirt and shorts, Calum really hadn’t intended on leaving his house for anything, save taking Duke out. He’d only have a few more days left to be lazy. “Not much really.”

The Australian sun had kissed his skin, you noticed. He was gone for a week, or maybe even a little longer. You hadn’t really kept track with midterms finally descending from their dark corners. “Ready for the tour? Miss the road?”

“Yeah, I’m excited to go back.” 

Calum missed playing the shows and being able to fly out of his own head for a couple hours every night and just become one with something larger than himself. But there was always a part that missed home when he was away. There was always a part of everyone that missed the thing that they didn’t have at the current moment. As he switches lane, he throws another glance at you. He missed you when he was on the road; he won’t lie. 

He missed these drives. Even though he hated the way you sometimes cried, or the way you’d just scream into metal and glass, he missed your corny jokes. He missed debating conspiracy theories. He missed hearing about your classes. The two of you still had those conversations even while he was gone, but there was something about being in the car. Both of you watching the world zooming past you that made it so much more intimate. Reality couldn’t touch inside the car and that was freeing. 

“You haven’t texted them, have you?” you ask. Calum’s split with his ex wasn’t terrible but you knew he still ached for that routine. Everyone does when they’ve gotten accustomed to it.

“No, I have not. Haven’t thought about doing that in months really.” You nod. You had watched him wallow for long enough. It was hard to tell someone that nothing is better than toxicity when that’s all you’re used too.  

Calum chooses to omit that he hasn’t thought about texting his ex because he was too busy trying not to text you all the time. And though he knew he could pester you throughout the day and you wouldn’t get bored or bothered, he didn’t want it to come across too clingy still. It was a short few months that you two had settled into your friendship but now that you were thinking about it, it was closer to a year. He didn’t want to push it further than it was going to go. Sure he loved you. Part of him wondered in what capacity, how much did he love you? It was those questions that burned the tips of Calum’s fingers when drafting his texts to you sometimes last at night and those are the questions that singed his tongue when you was on the phone with you. 

When you see the sand, you feel your chest release. Your shoulders loosen up just a little. Duke stands up on your lap, a small bark shaking his small frame. Just as the truck stops you’re kicking out of your shoes and walking down the water’s edge with Duke in tow. Calum grabs his backpack and the towels he always leaves in his trunk. The water’s not frigid cold but it’s definitely warning you of winter’s still lingering edge. The shiver of cold creeps up your spine. The sun’s warming your face. 

“Do you think we’ll be around for each other five years from now?” The thought slips over your mouth reclining into Calum’s chest. Settled between his legs with Duke between yours, you’ve been too content to think twice about the position. 

Calum, reclining his hands to steady himself, nods. “I think so.”

“I wanna be the best man at your wedding.”

The thought of wedding seemed so far out for Calum. But he had to laugh, he could only imagine the look on the other's face if he chose you as his best man. He lets himself linger on the vision, and while he thought he might envision you next to him, he hadn’t quite pictured you in a suit, holding onto his vows, making sure his shoes arrive at the venue as well as the rest of the groom’s party, but he likes the idea. 

“I think you and I are gonna be around for the long haul,” Calum admits. 

Calum knows platonic soulmates existed--they had to because of how close he was with the other guys. But there was something about the relationship between the two of you that fulfilled Calum without crossing a line. He liked it when you tried to get him into headlocks and sometimes failed miserably and he liked that he could call you late at night. He liked that you guys could sit in comfortable silence. You felt familiar to him, more like a sibling. You are a part of his chosen family. 

“Thanks for the ride today.”

“Of course,” he hums, watching the shoreline kissed by the waves. “Anything for you. Anytime. Any place. Doesn’t matter at all.”

-H