#to me this song and bambi are intertwined

[fandomnerd9602]

Only You

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

It all began when your doe-human mate Wanda skipped happily into the kitchen, her mind focused on asking you one singular question.

You were listening to Wanda’s favorite song on your Amazon dot.

Only you can make this world seem right

Only you can make the darkness bright

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do

And fill my heart with love for only you

“Dance with me, detka!” She giggles as she takes your hand. The two of you sway to the music.

“Detka,” she smiled at you, “will you marry me?”

The question caught you off guard but happily off guard, “y-yes.”

“Good!” Your antler adorned mate hugged you tight and kissed you gently. “I want to marry you.”

“When do you want to tie the knot?”

“Tie the knot? Why would we do that? I wanna marry you.” She giggles, thinking that you were making some weird joke.

You and her didn’t talk about it much on the way to the Sanctuary but you found Wanda happily running around to the other hybrids, telling them the good news.

“I’m getting married! I’m marrying my amazing mate!!” She practically ran all the way around the Sanctuary grounds.

Natasha was practically laughing her wolf tail off as Wanda ran in. “I heard.” The red head wolf hybrid laughed, “can I be your maid of honor?”

“Sure!” Wanda giggles.

“Why do you suddenly want to be married?”

“I love my detka and I want to marry them.” Wanda found herself wistfully explaining. “I wanna spend my life with Y/N, I want to go to sleep in their arms every night, I wanna…”

“What?” Natasha’s tail wagged, “come on buddy, you can tell me”

“I want to have little deer babies.”

“Oh you scandalous doe!” Natasha giggled, earning a blush from Wanda.

“But I don’t know if I’m ready for kids yet” Wanda’s tail dropped a little, she sits down on her friend’s bean bag chair, “I still miss my boys”

Natasha gets down on her knees and hugs her friend tight. “Take your time. There’s no need to rush into a marriage. (Y/N) loves you and will understand”

Wanda couldn’t help but smile.

Meanwhile you took an early lunch and went with Yelena to a jewelry store you had your eye on.

“Why did you ask me to come with you and not sestra?” The blond wolf hybrid bemoaned.

“Because Natasha is with Wanda and I don’t want my mate to know what I’m up to. And I need you to keep watch as I browse the store.” You stepped into the store as Yelena kept watch.

You found the perfect ring. It was a gold band designed to look like interlocking vines and leaves with a simple diamond adorned at its center. You were just about to purchase it when suddenly Yelena tackled you to the ground.

“They’re here!” Yelena dragged you behind some tables. You looked under the table to see a familiar pair of legs and tails walking into the shop.

Natasha and Wanda walked in, happy as could be.

“Which one says I want to be your forever mate?” Wanda asked as she approached the wedding bands section.

“Any one of them, that’s the whole point.” Natasha smirked before a familiar scent caught her nostrils. You and Yelena.

She dropped to her knees and came face to face with the two of you. You gestured for her to stay quiet.

“What are you…you were gonna buy a ring?!” Natasha whisper-yelled, kind of happy and excited too. You hold up the ring you selected, Natasha smirked, “oh that’s very lovey but I don’t like you that way.”

“Steer her to another store, Fifi!” Yelena retorted.

“Fifi? Funny coming from you, sestra!” The two wolf sisters began fighting. You silently separated them.

“Gals, please this is the love of my life and I don’t want to ruin her special moment” you quietly begged them.

“I found it! The perfect engagement ring!!” Wanda called out with a giddy laugh.

Natasha quickly ran over and saw a simple band that looked like two antlers intertwined. Wanda looked to her friend with pleading eyes. Natasha peeked back to be sure that you didn’t see it. You could not.

“I-I don’t have any…” Wanda began to say.

Natasha gave a wave of her hand, “I’ll cover it.”

“Thank you” Wanda hugged her wolf pal tight.

“Just name your first daughter after me” Natasha said jokingly.

“Deal!”

The two bought the ring and left. You and Yelena got up from your hiding spot and approached the register. The cashier was practically laughing, “I take it your gal had the same idea?”

“Great minds,” you shrugged. Yelena stifled a laugh.

An hour or so later, Wanda was back in her friend’s den on the Sanctuary grounds, admiring the ring.

“Now you just need to find the perfect time to propose” Natasha smiled.

The sound of an aux cord plugging in caught Natasha’s wolf ears.

Only you can make this world seem right

Only you can make the darkness bright

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do

And fill my heart with love for only you

Wanda rose from her seat, tears beginning to form in her eyes. It was yours and her song. Natasha peered out the den’s entry and smiled.

“You might wanna see this,” her wolf pal smiled.

Wanda walked out to see the Sanctuary gazebo decorated in Edison bulb lights and roses. Against the setting Sun, it looked heavenly.

And there under the gazebo roof was you, standing there with a smile on your face.

Wanda walked up the gazebo stairs slowly, tears of joy flowing down her face. You took her hands in yours.

“I love you Wanda Maximoff” you began. “I wanna spend each and every day of the rest of my life with you”

Wanda giggled.

“I wanna hold you when you’re hurting. And kiss you when you need a little love. I wanna raise a family with you and I wanna be there for you when we find your boys. And I’m gonna love you and them forever.”

“I love you.” Wanda whispered, “forever and ever”

You got to your knees and produced the ring, Wanda gasped. “Wanda, my doe, my love, my mate, will you marry me?”

Wanda got to her knees and pulled out the ring she got for you, “only if you will marry me”

“Yes” you smiled, tears forming in your own eyes.

“Yes!” She cries back. “Yes! Yes! You and only you!!!”

You slide the ring on her finger and she slides the ring on yours. A feeling of pure happiness takes over Wanda as she launches herself at you, knocking you to the wooden floor. She kisses you repeatedly, over and over, giggling against your lips as you held her tight.

The staff and other hybrids laughed and cheered as the two of you found each other lost in your moment. Natasha smiled and her tail swished back and forth happily.

It all started with a simple question. And it turned into a moment that you and Wanda would treasure forever. And you’d eventually tell it to Billy and Tommy: the tale of how you and Wanda ended up proposing to each other.

Tags @lifespectator @russianredassassin @revanshand @julieromanoff @multi-fandom-enjoyer @family-house-of-m @holiday-house-of-m @iiconicsfan25 @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7

[jaelaxies]

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎

12:00

fluff; wc: 635.

Soobin x fem reader!;good sugary fluff; friends to lovers au!; makeup artist au!; tw: none.

Song recommendation:  Daylight — Taylor Swift. (lover)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

—Choi Soobin!

She cupped his cheeks softly, making him look even more cute in the dim light of the room. The only other thing that was distracting in every sense was the mess of different reflections of glitter in transparent components, but Soobin couldn’t be more focused on anything but making sure he wasn’t as red as a rose and the way his best friend was chewing at her lip, so concentrated on delicately placing her fingers on his skin. A very childish yet adorable smile adorning her features. — I told you to stay quiet!

When she called him at 10:00 pm, practically begging him to come for help; this isn’t what he had in mind, nor did he expected other stuff, but surely, being a model wasn’t one of them and his body just had to react to her. To her touch. Because what a big boy he was with a crush he didn’t want to confess yet. After shooting her a playful glare and a huff, he shifted closer. Just an inch, because he really did wonder if she could hear his loud and thumping heartbeat.

Another soft dab at his cheeks, she inched closer to his cheekbones. Her minty breath suddenly grabbing his attention. The way she softly touched his skin while applying layers of glitter was as calming as a breeze, something unexpected for him. — You really suit this concept, Soobin.

Now she was grabbing his chin, her gaze locked into his. Soobin was mesmerized by the way her eyes shined even brighter than the particles she had spread all over his cheekbones and the ones who glimmered behind her in the moonlight. Her gaze was something that always made him flush; the way her round and big eyes just softened and looked at him trough long lashes and a half smile. — I’m sure you’re going to steal a lot of hearts.

She said eagerly while grabbing another jar this time with a blue tint to it, leaving his chin and face to rest for a bit. Playing with the jelly like texture of the glitter, she absentmindedly let her thoughts out of her head. — Just like you stole mine.

Wait.

Wait.

What?

She widened her eyes as she let the thought of what she had just said sink in, while Soobin snatched his look onto her figure again. She was no longer holding the jar but her sweater paws were covering her mouth; her face covered into the prettiest shade of pink, Soobin could ever describe. Is this how he always looked? And of course, he couldn’t let this one go, he couldn’t make an excuse or thought he misheard because those same big eyes were expecting an answer: silently but still pleading to hear something from him.

He did what his brain thought it was best to convey his feelings. He positioned himself closer to her and brough his plush plump lips to her cheek, kissing it softly but just for long enough to feel the warmth of her skin and the butterflies in his own stomach. As he separated himself a little bit, she reached for her cheek, still having the same bambi eyes.

— I always thought I would confess first. — He said while looking for her free hand, gently caressing it with his thumb, he could feel the heat in his face and neck but it didn’t matter to him that much right now, he always wanted to hear that. To feel this.

—Yeah, me too…— She chuckled to herself, as she intertwined their fingers this time; causing the boy to relax even more; her touch was like Midas. — But I guess I couldn’t hold it anymore.

They looked at each other and smiled, just as the clock stroked midnight, a new love story had just started.

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Ever since i saw these concept photos i always wanted to do a small drabble like this, bc blonde soobin and glitter and omg 🥹😌🤝🏻

Also I hope you all dont mind that I'm starting again with shorter drabbles for now; it's a temporal thingy tho, i just wanted to write again but with a plan in mind 🧘🏼

Remember that feedback is always appreciated and i love reading you guys comments! 🤍

Taglist is also open! just comment and i'll add you to it! Im sorry if somebody was in my old taglist but i kinda forgot with the whole hiatus thing.

Hoped you enjoyed reading,

xoxo, stella! ☁️🤍🪄

[darby-rowe]

valentines day w lucy gray....she's dressed ALL in pink and made the cutest wildflower bouquet (matches the flowers in her hair)

valentine's day w/ lucy gray... ♡

gn!reader

ʚ🍓ɞ — it's an early start to the day. not too early where the sun had barely risen, but early enough so the morning dew still coated the grass and cooled the soles of your feet.

ʚ🍓ɞ — lucy gray is already approaching your front porch, dressed in all pink carrying a bouquet of wildflowers, when you step outside to go meet her. she looks beautiful, and the smell of pine and lavender radiating off her skin washes your body with a wave of calm.

ʚ🍓ɞ — "should i ask how early you were up pickin' all those flowers?" you ask, and lucy gray just responds with a laugh. little lady has been up since at least six in the morning, you think to yourself.

ʚ🍓ɞ — "you look beautiful," lucy gray tells you, her accent making her voice flow from her lips like melted honey.

ʚ🍓ɞ — the wildflower bouquet was handpicked for you, and the joy that radiates off your face is enough to fuel lucy gray's soul for several lifetimes.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you two spend valentine's day in the meadow, of course. miraculously, you scrounged up enough money to make food for the both of you. it certainly isn't a feast for kings, but it fills the two of you up to satisfaction.

ʚ🍓ɞ — the breeze is incredibly forgiving, and you watch how it flows through lucy gray's dark, wavy hair. you fix a flower that was two seconds away from flying away from her hair, and she looks at you with gratitude in her bambi eyes.

ʚ🍓ɞ — by god, she's beautiful.

ʚ🍓ɞ — she shows you a few of her songs that she had been working on, and afterwards you two lay in the grass in silence staring at the sky and watching the birds.

ʚ🍓ɞ — it's amazing how your souls are so deeply intertwined with one another that you two don't even have to say anything. the looks in your eyes and the smiles on your faces tell the entire story.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you take your time holding her fingers, tracing the side of her face, and brushing away stray strands of hair just to make sure lucy gray's image never leaves your mind.

ʚ🍓ɞ — lucy gray kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "need you to promise me one thing," she says, voice soft. "no matter what happens to me, promise you won't forget me,"

ʚ🍓ɞ — you hold the back of her head as you press your forehead against hers, closing your eyes. "there is nothing in this world that could ever rip away the mark you made on my life, lucy gray," you tell her, sincerely.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you were afraid to question what made lucy gray say such an ominous, tragic thing, so instead you did the next best thing you could do with your lips, and you kissed her. so, so gently.

ʚ🍓ɞ — at the end of the day, you two share one last kiss before heading off to your respective households. and when you head to bed, your mind makes you think of a world without lucy gray. your chest immediately tightens with grief at the horrifying hypothetical.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you can't help yourself but to make the short journey to lucy gray's house to spend the night with her.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you endure her teasing you about getting upset over a fake scenario until you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[mrs-hatake]

all i see is you

pairing: kakashi x f! si! Y/N

genre: fluff, humor, romance.

word count: 1500

a/n: me to my friend at our own winder wonderland: this place is so perfect for dates with your s/o! why don't i have kakashi or obito with me 😩 you know what, i'll write a one shot about it 😤

my friend: you write that one shot bby

The sun is just beginning to set, making way for the bright LED lights to provide a source of luminescence; twinkling of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples.

The sky is a brilliant shade of lambent blue where you can almost see the stars and the full moon shyly peeking through, waiting for the right time to shine.

Behind the four metal detector frames is a dark blue arch made of gibson board. There are drawings of a snowman with a green and white striped scarf and the classic black top hat, penguins, a polar bear and children building their own snowmen or engaged in a snowball, toothy grins on their chubby cheeks. Above, written in elegant cursive and in a porcelain shade of white, Konoha’s Winter Wonderland.

There is a long queue of people – from families, couples, to groups of friends – all lined up in front of the metal frames. Though, the air isn’t suffocating and the wind blowing doesn’t bite them, just gently nipping at their winter clothes.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Y/N squeals, excitement evident in her tone as she rises her shoulders up to her ears to protect them from the cold. Around her waist is a pair of muscled arms that are resting loosely, fingers barely intertwining in front of her midsection.

Kakashi lets out a sound of agreement as he gently sways Y/N, basking in her elation. They have been trying to purchase tickets to the wonderland for the past month and a half and, by some miracle, they have managed to score two tickets.

Normally, the silver haired middle school teacher would avoid crowded places like the plague. Though, with Y/N cutely pouting at him and displaying her infamous – and merciless – Bambi eyes, Kakashi couldn’t say no. So, he spends every day refreshing the website to see when tickets are on sale to surprise her with. And when he got those virtual tickets, she had tackled him and planted kisses all over his face, and hugging too tight his face turns blue when she hears him laugh in delight.

When their QR code is scanned, Y/N drags her husband to the nearest face paint stand and she fistbumps the air when there are only two people in front of them.

She opts for yellow stars with white glitter that trail from above the arch of her eyebrow all the way down to the apple of her cheeks on the left side of her face since that’s her good angle when taking pictures.

“What do you think?” She asks in a sing-song voice, shimmying her shoulders.

Kakashi can’t help but to snort, “Cute.” and he ruffles her hair but makes sure to not mess her straightened bobcut.

Y/N beams up at him and huddles closer to him for heat, smiling brightly when Kakashi’s arm rests on her frame and pulls her closer to him as they walk around the park.

“Where do you want to go next?” Kakashi asks as he scans the rides available, taking note of which one they can go on.

Y/N’s face is frozen in a maniacal smile; big round, shifty eyes and shallow breathing that almost sounds like the beginning of a hysterical laugh.

“Nervous?” Kakashi asks and rubs her arms, well aware of her fear of heights.

Y/N doesn’t reply and instead rigorously nods her head like some bobble head.

“We can start off with the smaller rides?” He offers, “Or we can go straight to the arcade.”

Kakashi’s wife processes his words as she eyes their surroundings, in pursuit for a thrilling yet short ride; both in time and height.

A neon sign, Crazy Hungry Caterpillar, written in the order of green, yellow and red grabs her attention and she tugs Kakashi’s hand and points at the ride of a train designed as a caterpillar.

The line consists of children between the ages of five to ten years old. The tracks are roughly five ten feet above ground and the carts are big enough for two people to ride in, the ideal rollercoaster.

Kakashi doesn’t sigh but he does chuckle at how comical they must look; A hundred and eight centimeter tall man accompanying his a hundred and fifty six tall wife on a ride meant for babies. His suspicion is confirmed when the parents of the children waiting in line stare at them in befuddlement while the children shamelessly gape at them, not that they know any better.

Kakashi just smiles, eyes turning into crescents, as he follows after his bouncing wife. Despite how tame the ride appears, he could tell that Y/N is still nervous from the way she keeps squeezing his hand to the point it turns red and that frenzied grin is still stuck on her face.

They are seated in the middle and even though she is restless, Kakashi knows that Y/N is also excited. She just has a strange way of showing her fear. His wife did not stop laughing during the whole ride, even during the sharp and sudden turns or the small drop towards the end. She even insists they go for a second round and, this time, Kakashi laughs along with her, enjoying and savoring the moment.

Y/N walks on wobbly legs when they get down from the rollercoaster but Kakashi is there to help her. In thanks, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Oops,” She giggles when she pulls back, “I got lipstick on you.”

Kakashi shrugs, “It’s my own face paint.” and it isn’t funny but Y/N guffaws nonetheless, drunk on exhilaration.

Next, they get cotton candy even though Kakashi doesn’t like anything sweet but he will eat whatever his wife eats. He gets a blue one and she gets a pink one.

“It’s not a sexist thing!” Y/N insists when Kakashi jokingly mentions the colors. “You like blue and I like pinks. Simple.” she huffs, making her husband laugh because he just loves seeing her get all worked up.

The two walk around the park, hands interlocked, mouth filled with soft sugar clouds. The song You by Regard x Troye Sivan x Tate McRae is playing in the background.

They briefly watch as a woman dressed as a winter elf dances while blowing bubbles, children from all ages jumping about in front of her stage as they try and catch them.

A plethora of booths are scattered about; food, apparel, souvenirs, everything is available for purchase.

When they throw away their empty cotton candy sticks, Y/N points to a large house made from wood located in the corner.

“Let’s go check the Haunted House out!”

Kakashi’s eyebrow quirks.

“What?”

At his exasperated stare, Y/N dramatically rolls her eyes, “I won’t get scared, promise!”

“Huh.”

“Promise!”

Y/N gets scared.

Screaming, jumping and laughing at every monster and serial killer that jumps at them. At one point, Y/N laughs so hard and so out of control that one of the actors stands awkwardly in front of her before joining in on her laughter. Though, he isn’t entirely sure why they were laughing. Hey, at least it’s better than that time he got punched by a man dressed in a green leotard. In the middle of winter. With a bowl cut.

Kakashi doesn’t even flinch, nor bat an eye at the man chasing them with a chainsaw. He just follows after his wife to make sure she doesn’t get lost…again.

Y/N is clutching her stomach, gulping air, wheezing a laugh when they finally make it out of the haunted house. And even though Kakashi found it stupid, he still has a light expression because what matters is that Y/N is having fun. And whenever Y/N is enjoying herself, then Kakashi feels happy.

The married couple play a few of those ripped off games and Kakashi manages to win a stuffed llama –

– “His name is Larry!” –

And a red and orange frowning octopus –

– “Kacchan!” totally not after her favorite anime character –

before they get dinner from one of the endless rows of food stalls.

By the end of the night, Kakashi is dragged all over the park for popular selfie spots where he is pretty certain that both of their phones have about five hundred new pictures of themselves and of the gorgeous decoration.

Y/N passes out the second Kakashi pulls out from the parking lot and makes their way home. Though, he isn’t upset that his wife fell asleep.

He knows how hard Y/N had been working the past year and this fun little outing is Kakashi’s way of thanking his wife for all her hard work and effort.

Afterall, he knows that if he is in such a situation, Y/N would do the same thing for him as she had done so in the past.

Kakashi is immensely grateful for marrying such a wonderful woman.

[kpophubb]

♡ 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♥︎

❥ єинуρєи вєιиg ¢ℓιиgу ♡

ஐ 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

"𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 & 𝘐, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦."

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♡ ℓєє нєєѕєυиg [이희승]

Idc what the age report says of heeseung being a 21 year old, he’s a b a b i e >.<

Your baby to be specific, who needs to be loved and cared for a lot at home when no one’s watching you two.

He loves to cuddle you, hug you, kiss you and literally everything that allows you guys to be close to one another and show eachother’s mutual love and affection. <3

And he knows damn well how to make you give it to him in seconds …😌

He makes that cute face with his innocent bambi eyes cause he knows you can’t resist him when he’s being so adorable 🥺

Hee isn’t really clingy infront of others tho but the moment you guys are alone..he will come rushing to you to give you a tight squeeze and give you that look..>~< 👉🏻👈🏻

So you guys end up cuddling where heeseung will literally bury his head in your chest and even rub his face with his ‘ soft cushion’ and might even squeal from how happy he is to have you.

“Babe I love you saurr *proceeds to insert his discount aussie accent* much” he will confess before beginning to press kisses on your chest upto your neck.

Will brush his hair with your neck to tickle you and wrap his hands and limbs around your torso like a little baby.

Will start murmuring songs out of pure joy and begins to tell you how much he’s missed you and his experience from the long tour.

Plays with your one hand while the other one is nuzzling his hair and kisses the back of it and expresses his love a lot. “I love you.” “You’re so special to me y/n.” “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Is willing to try so many cuddle positions with you where one second he’s lying on your chest and the other second, he’s pulling you to his or you’re lying with your back pressed to him.

He loves being the big spoon in most cases <33

But he’s so cute that he falls asleep within minutes whenever he feels your warmth and he feels your lips kissing his head.

And you know what’s cuter? The way he keeps holding your hand in his sleep and furrows his brows in his sleepy state whenever you try to move away. >.< 💕

♡ ραяк วαу [박종성]

Jay loves to touch, kiss, pamper and hold you so much but he won’t be verbal about it or ask for it bc he’s too shy to do it

More than being clingy, he LOVES it when you’re clingy with him instead. ☺️

But on the rare ocassion that he does feel needy, you’re gonna have to figure it out from his behaviour

He will come and quietly sit beside you and pretend to fix your sleeve to catch your attention.

Will play with your hair and just give you looks 👀 yk the ‘I would love to be loved by you rn’ look

He doesn’t wanna disturb you or come off as clingy so yeah he will just stop there, not distracting you further but praying to every god internally that you get the message telepathically

Jay is literally on cloud 9 the moment you smile and cup his cheeks and giggle at his cuteness

“So..you want my attention huh?😏” you chuckle, tracing his jaw with your thumb.

“I mean If you’re okay w/ it and it doesn’t disturb you with work-“ there, you shut up considerate jay with a kiss

Ahem 😳 now there you are being kissed so intensely on the couch, him on top of you, you on bottom, his hands cupping your waist and his mouth intertwined with yours.

Jay’s kisses are so damn passionate and fiery, and make every cell in your body shiver with his love and longing for you. And the cutest part is when he breaks away from the kisses to fondle your cheeks and fumble silent iloveyous and ‘you’re beautiful’ while looking inside your eyes honestly.

He’s such a sweet gentleman that he’s gonna bring a warm blanket and self made snacks now, so you can cuddle on the couch as he feeds you while watching your favourite movie together. :’) <33

♡ ѕιм วαєуυη [심재윤]

Clingy is his middle name 🤷🏻‍♀️

Okay so sim clingy jaeyun can’t even go on a single second without being all over you and showering you with his endless love 💕💕💕

He doesn’t really wanna come in the way of you doing your assignment or working on your laptop but-

He can’t really HELP IT if he’s so in love with you and NEEDS your attention and affection 24/7 - 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Thus he will come and proceed to wrap his legs around you and cage you in between his legs. Draping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

But you’re deceived if you think it just ends like that

He will pepper kisses along your shoulder to your cheeks and even..your neck

“Jake-“ you try to question but oh well, the moment you turn towards his face, he presses his lips to yours and kisses you.

Deep and passionate long kiss 😳

He’s sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to the bed already, all princess style. 💋👀

When you guys do reach, he’s gonna start kissing you all over and tell you how much he loves you and misses you bc he’s very vocal and cheesy.

“My princess.” Is what he calls you before giving you a tight hug like that >.<

Well now, proceed to be pampered and loved for the rest of the night. He’s gonna cuddle you, hold your hand, kiss your forehead, pat your tummy and head and make out with you a lot too.

Totally a skinship guy whose love language is 100% physical touch. 💘💘

♡ ραяк ѕυиgнσσи [박성훈]

Just the park sunghoon being tHe pArK sUnGhoOn 🙄😮‍💨

He wants your attention so bad but he’s on a war within himself whether he should go and initiate the skinship or just wait for you to get it through telepathy??

And ofc the latter wins. AINT no way he will ask for it himself cause he wants YOU to be needy for him not vice versa- 🤦🏻‍♀️

He’s gonna sit on the edge of the bed as you Are doing your skincare on your dresser table and he’s just gonna do everything to catch your attention ‘unintentionally’

Like flip his hair back and fix his collar and appear handsome. You do look over many times but that’s that. Nth else happens

SO HE IS JUST FRUSTRATED.

Might even roll on the bed from UTTER FRUSTRATION and just punch the air.

You realize it soon though, and turn to tease him for being so adorable 😏

“Ohho :o are YOU whining for my attention rn?” You pretend to act surprised and raise your eyebrows mockingly.

But that brat is never gonna agree so he will try to flip roles and be like “huh? Me? Look at you in the mirror. It’s probably you who can’t stay away from her handsome boyfriend 😎” there. His playful narcissism surfaces again lmao.

And then when you sigh and proceed to walk out of the door-

He dashes RIGHT after you to catch you inside his arms >.<

“No babe don’t go I’m sorry” he’s gonna plead instantly while hugging you SUPER tightly. (Hoon-0 y/n-1)

So now you better cuddle him a lot and give him what he wants..🤫

he’s gonna kiss you a lot to make up for his bad joke and stick his hands with you like super gum!! <3

Sunghoon loves head pats so he’s gonna pat your head and mischievously ruffle your hair to tease you!! :p

He’s not the type to be very clingy but when he’s in the mood, he will love you a lot and cherish you like his ‘little’ girl!!! <33

♡ кιм ѕυиσσ [김선우]

I feel like sunoo is gonna be very direct if he wants your attention.

And the direct way he asks for affection is so so cute too like the boy himself !! >.<

He’s gonna press his back to the headboard of the bed and put his arms behind his head and just pout at you and do aegyo :((

“Y/niee ~~ please come here~ 🥺” he’s gonna pout in a convincing angel voice

That’s gonna surely pull you to him like a magnet! 😳

Sunoo urges you to sit on his lap and when you do he’s gonna wrap his arms around your torso and squish your cheeks with his like “waaah >.< <33”

Will kiss your cheek nonstop and giggle 2x more than usual

Istg he’s so cute and talkative with you, he just won’t stop telling you about his day and long tour experience and just make so many dramatic facial expressions and eye rolls like the sassy boy he is lol

Will love it so much when you match his energy and talk back with cuter reactions

Boy is not even gonna let you go pee, he’s that attached to you

Even if he has to get up, he will get UP WITH YOU IN BETWEEN HIS FRAME and tip toe along with you

Cuddles you nonstop to sleep and melts when you give him kisses and play with his chubby cheekies <3

Pwease tell him you love him a lot tho 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he lives for your confessions.

So adorable that he won’t even want to wake up in the morning from the bed bc it pains him to let you go </3

So in love with you and it’s EVIDENT. 😏😍💯💞

♡ уαηց วυηցωση [양정원]

Jungwon is not really a clingy person but when he’s come back home after a long tour and he has missed you a lot, oh boy-

He’s STUCK TO YOU LIKE GLUE and nothing and nobody can get him off of you 😭

Baby just wants to lay there and get all your affection to make up for all the missed times :(((

And jungwon being jungwon, he won’t ask for hugs and cuddles or even initiate it himself right off the bat.

Initially, he just comes up and sits beside you and plays with your sleeves. Then, he proceeds to brush his fingers with your hand and then interlaces it with his and places his head on your shoulder and just hums.

Then when his silent message doesn’t get through (or perhaps it does but you love testing him), he’s gonna look at you and give you the needy kitten eyes and whisper “y/n~🥺” in a voice sweeter and quieter than usual.

Which ofcourse you can’t resist, so you guys proceed to go to your shared bed to cuddle ☺️👉🏻👈🏻

jungwon rests his head on your chest, lacing his hands around your waist and puts his legs over you. Literally wraps himself around you and closes his eyes to just feel the moment.

He doesn’t really talk much or kiss much, he just wants to lay there and bask in your comforting presence and feel your bodies pressed to one another that’s therapeutic to him. :’) <3

Babyboy even has a “y/n emergency kit” prepared beside your bed that consists of your charger, tissues, hair clips and literally e v e r y t h i n g so you don’t need to get up ever and leave him even for 2 seconds.

obsessed with you. Literally obsessed. uwu 💘😍

Jungwon will urge you to ruffle his hair and run your fingers through his fluffy hair, which makes him melt on the spot like ice cream. 🥺

Don’t instigate him tho..cause If you do he’s gonna tackle you in bed and kiss the living shit out of you and brush his nose with your skin to make you ticklish >.<

“Awh too tired to be romantic huh, yang jungwon? Phew I’m disappointed. I thought you missed me more :((“ you tease him and literally see the way his invisible cat ears perk up due to his pride being hurt lol.

He will literally climb on top of you in a millisecond, intertwining your hands with his and pressing it against the pillow before smugly declaring “if you challenge me y/n, be prepared.😏” and then proceed to kiss you nonstop all over your face. 💋

Feather light kisses on your cheeks, forehead, eyelids and on your lips where his mouth lingers a little more than needed…😳

Good luck now cause you’re about to face his kissing for the rest of the night (which feels like heaven) before he passes out on top of you like a sleepy little baby. <33 ಥ_ಥ

♡ ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι [西村 力]

Ni ki being needy is like a big sulky baby whining for attention :p

Bc he’s so cute and pouty it’s as if a huge sized (toddler) 16 year old is looking at you for your love and attention

And when he’s being like that, you JUST HAVE TO DROP EVERYTHING and give him the affection he needs

Cause or else be ready to have pillows and plushies thrown at your face lmao

He’s ready to fight you, tackle you in bed, tickle your feet, attack you with kisses etc. etc. 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄💕

For example you’re lying on the bed, casually scrolling through your phone and that’s when big baby riki shows up and proceeds to squash you with his weight for not looking at him 😡 will literally climb on top of you shamelessly and lay there like a corpse till you’re laughing and shoving him to get off.

Traps you within him and won’t move unless you pat his head and tell him you love him and give him hugs and kisses of your own accord

That’s when he’s SO smug about it and giggles and blushes so hard 👉🏻👈🏻

Riki loves to be babied by you so please play with his hair a lot and compliment him bc he loves that

But don’t tease him too much for being needy cause or else he’s gonna have to come shut you up w his lips 🤭💋

He loves to treat you like his personal teddy bear so prepare to be squished hugged like a plushie to sleep 🥺

And I get this feeling that he’s very romantic so expect him to kiss the sides of your face and kiss your fingers while playing w your hands.

So baby that he can’t even go to sleep without resting his head on your chest and you singing him to sleep or sth lol 💕

To the outside world, he’s a mature 16 year old star but behind closed doors, he’s the biggest and cutest baby who needs to be loved and spoiled just by you. :’) <33

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[enhypia]

° 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ˚ HS ; in front of exit 4

i got a crush on you ~~

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x idol!fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: roughly 2.7k

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⁺◟gangnam station exit 1 . . . ꜜ

"do you want to collab?" heeseung stared at you with wide bambi eyes, and a mouth full of food. you laughed at his expression while he hurriedly chewed his food, "collab?" you nodded before eating a fry "yeah, i have a new song and i think it's better with a male voice, i suggested it to my producer and he agreed as well"

"i've also actually may have already talked to management already about it and they all liked the idea as well, so basically everyone has already agreed except you" you followed before he could say anything, his eyes narrowed as you spoke.

"... this feels like manipulation" you burst out laughing at his reply. heeseung rolled his eyes "can i at least hear it first?" you nodded grabbing your phone and playing the sample to him.

you bit your lip anxiously observing him as he listened. "well?" you asked looking at him expectantly. he sighed while dropping his head in his hands in 'defeat.' you giggled at his antics, "it's an amazing song..." "but?"

"but i don't get why out of all the male artist you could ask, you chose me" you rolled your eyes and knocked him (lightly) at the back of his head, making him groan in 'pain'

"that's a dumb question lee heeseung and you know it." heeseung tried to hide his smile and blush.

"so, you in?" as if heeseung could say no to you.

⁺◟gangnam station exit 2 . . . ꜜ

"why is the station so specific?" you hear heeseung ask as he read through the lyrics again, "it's a secret" you winked, making him roll his eyes in reply.

"it's a significant station since you know, that's where they met" you explained the song since it's basically a love confession song between two people who meet at gangnam station exit 4.

"i think using a specific spot rather than just saying train station, adds a little flare, don't you think?" he hummed in reply, scanning the lyric sheet again.

"so you know how the tone in this part goes..." heeseung lightly sings the part, "what do you think about changing it to this instead..." you smile softly as he suggests his ideas, which were amazing ones, you nodded encouragingly while he speaks his mind.

you were listening intently honestly, but that small part of your brain couldn't help but point out how much heeseung had grown, and at the same time, thought how he never really changed, he's still the heeseung you knew back when you guys were trainees.

"okay, let's try it" you say, taking a sip of water to prepare your throat. heeseung listened as you sang, applying the changes he suggested, he watched as your smile grew wider and wider, your hand moving to clutch his and shaking it in excitement, all while not breaking a note.

after singing, you face him, eyes wide and sparkly, covering your mouth with the paper in awe, heeseung only laughed at your reaction, "you like it?" "like it?!" you shriek, "hee, i think you just made the song ten times better what the fuck ?!" he shrugged like it was nothing but then chuckled and bowed his head in thanks.

"tell me more of your ideas!" you shuffled until you guys were pressed at the sides, hands still intertwined, heeseung happily listed his thoughts while he unconsciously caressed your hand with his thumb. the action being all too familiar that you didn't even notice, much like the proximity and affection between you guys.

it would have probably made people question your guys' relationship if it wasn't for the known fact that heeseung and you go way back even before you guys were trainees.

your friendship wasn't really that easy to hide in the first place since there are a lot of pre-debut pictures of you guys on the internet, and, you guys weren't really planning to hide it.

especially you, having debuted first, you openly congratulated heeseung in his debut since you couldn't exactly support him while in i-land because you were afraid your influence might affect his votes and image, so naturally you didn't hold back when his name was announced. it didn't bring much trouble because you guys were labelmates anyways. plus the fact that people were supporting, and defending your friendship, they were happy to see their 'faves' interacting.

it's why there weren't any qualms when you suggested of featuring heeseung in one of your songs, since not only does it make the song better, it also brings in wanted attention and publicity for the both of you.

so now, both friends are lost in their own little composing world, uncaring of everyone around them, they were legal anyways, in a sense, to be close to each other.

⁺◟gangnam station exit 3 . . . ꜜ

"wah im so nervous" you chewed on your lower lip as you repeatedly refreshed your feed, waiting for the announcement of your album track list.

you're currently with none other than lee heeseung, both agreeing to be together at the day of the announcement for support and of course, monitoring the response of the fans.

heeseung, not wanting your nervous state to worsen, picked-up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks before pulling your chin down, to stop your lip biting, and to open your mouth, and quickly shoved the food in.

he grinned innocently as you glared at him, angrily chewing the chicken.

"relax, i'm sure everyone will be ecstatic about your album, you'll probably be trending again too" you sighed leaning back on the sofa and covering your eyes with your arm.

"yeah but the chances of everything backfiring is never zero" heeseung chuckled as he scrolled through his phone, he successfully managed to make you forget of the announcement time.

"these tweets say otherwise" you immediately straightened up in realization and quickly checked your feed. the weight on your shoulders disappearing as you read the response.

"are you happy?" heeseung asks, and as always, you give him that god forbidding smile that he swears he only sees you using only on him.

"i am, thank you so much hee" you rest your head on his shoulder, smiling when you feel him kiss the crown of your head. "anytime, (y/n)"

⁺◟gangnam station exit 4 . . . ꜜ

you take deep breaths, and warm up your throat, feeling all funny in the stomach as you hear the cheers in the crowd backstage. you glanced at heeseung who was also shaking off the nerves and doing vocal runs.

your eyes meet and you give him a smile and thumbs up in encouragement which he returned. you allow your stylists to finalize everything they needed to before you go on stage. heeseung walks towards you seeing that you were done being fussed over. "good luck (y/n), fighting!"

"thank you, i'm just really nervous" you were going to perform your title track first before revealing the surprise live performance of your collab with him. "you'll do amazing, you always do" you smile before giving him a small hug and a wave as you were called over. "thank you! let's do our best!" you called.

once on stage, bathing in the lights and cheers, all your worries washed away and you let yourself enjoy the moment, happy to give everything to your fans. you grin when your performance ends and give a small bow in thanks to the audience. "hello, my name is (y/n), it's nice to meet you all" you introduce yourself.

after doing a ment of your gratitude and thoughts about the comeback, you finally decided to tease about the collab and performance.

"for this album, as you all know, i collabed with my friend, lee heeseung" loud cheers erupted, cutting you off. you laugh at the reaction "wah, i'm guessing you all liked it?" a chorus of "yes" resonated. "i'm glad, heeseung and i really worked hard on the song sooo..." you trailed off a playful smirk on your face, you hear the numerous "why?" and "what?"

"to show our thanks.." the lights turn off and you got into your position on the left side of the stage, and when the crowd sees the silhouette of a man joining you on stage and standing opposite of you, they scream louder than ever. you hide your grin when the lights come back on and reveals heeseung.

[song guide: bold for hee, italics for reader, bold italics for both]

In front of Gangnam Station Exit 4, I accidentally stumbled into her. your performance director had decided to actually enact the story in the song, so with that, heeseung pretended to bump into you. Her eyes are so sparkly, her eyes are so sparkly. you smile at the eye contact. If I just passed by, I think I would’ve regretted it.

In front of Gangnam Station Exit 4. A strange man in which I’ve encountered eyes with, He’s so cool, he’s so cool, I really like you. heeseung would've blushed as you guys circled and sang around each other if this performance wasn't already practiced a lot of times. (he blushed the first time though)

I got a crush on you, In front of Exit 4, Got a crush on you. oh the crowd loved that, they were basically getting a front view of a 'confession' between you guys. Next to that pretty girl, Thinking about something good to talk about, Thinking about how I should talk to you, Maybe, maybe that girl is looking at me too.

I got a crush on you, In front of Exit 4, Got a crush on you, Right next to you. Maybe you’re hesitating as well, Like me, Maybe you’re waiting for me as well. you stand off to the side, waving lightly at the people in front of you, to let heeseung do his part.

This path that I walk on everyday, I stop whenever I look at her eyes. It’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to breathe. Suddenly without me realizing, I’m getting attracted to you little by little. while performing, heeseung couldn't help but think about how accurate the lyrics were to his situation with you.

In the midst of the people grazing by, That smile of yours makes me get butterflies. It’s so sweet, it’s so sweet. Gee, I like you. you guys head over to the stools on stage and sat down before starting the chorus again

I got a crush on you. In front of Exit 4, Got a crush on you, Next to that pretty girl. Thinking about something good to talk about, Thinking about how I should talk to you. Maybe, maybe that girl is looking at me too. realization finally hits heeseung as he stares at you while you sing your part.

I got a crush on you. In front of Exit 4. 'we first met in gangnam station' heeseung thinks. Got a crush on you, Right next to you. Maybe you’re hesitating as well, Like me, Maybe you’re waiting for me as well, You know. 'is... is this.. us?'

Our eyes keep on, meeting each other. heeseung's gaze surprised you and you hoped it didn't show. it was different from the previous ones you received during practices. singing the last parts of the song, you and heeseung kept up the act for the performance, such as the shy smiles and glances, which the audience ate up.

you guys let them finish their cheers first before speaking. "surprise! lee heeseung everybody!" he bowed multiple times to the people on different seats of the place. you let heeseung say his thoughts and thanks before he leaves you to do your final ment.

you were unaware of the turmoil heeseung was in while you continued your comeback show. he sat down on his chair and stared into space as he remembered how you guys first met.

he was sure it was at gangnam station exit 4 because it was the stop to the training place, it's where you also found out you were both trainees for the same company. heeseung thought back on the lyrics of the song and his face immediately reddened at the implication.

his attention was taken away by you entering the green room "we did it! congratulations to us!" the smile on your face slowly vanished upon receiving no response, and seeing heeseung's blank state. "is everything okay?" you asked nervously fiddling with the hem of your dress.

you watched as heeseung stood up and closed the door behind you. you gulped when he turned around and walked towards you. you unconciously started to step back until your hip hit the the makeup table.

heeseung suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the counter making you yelp lightly in surprise. you could only stare at his eyes as he trapped you between his arms.

"what's going on?" you asked, gulping at the proximity of your faces. his eyes narrowed while they run over your face before he pulled back and crossed his arms. "we met at gangnam station, didn't we?"

oh. it was about that. you chuckle, anxiously fiddling with your fingers, "did we? i don't remember." heeseung gives you a 'look' and you break. "yes, we did, what of it?" you try to keep the cool, nonchalant act despite the rapid pounding of your heart.

"is it too assuming of me to think that the song is about us?" he asks tilting your head up by the chin so you'd be forced to look at him. your mouth dries at his gaze and you're unable to answer.

"and that it's also a confession?" heat blossomed in your face and you instinctively went to cover yourself but heeseung's hands caught yours and intertwined them. "hmm?" he tilts his head, waiting for you to answer.

"... no" you answer softly. "no what?" you glare at him. "no, you're not too assuming to think that" you admitted pouting. heeseung chuckled, bring your clasped hands up and kissing your laced fingers.

"and you boldly assumed that i also had a crush on you" he teased making you scoff, "you tell me lee heeseung, you trapping me like this isn't helping that thought" you instantly regretted that when heeseung placed your arms down and trapping you again, this time he was closer than ever.

'you know what, fuck this bitch, if he wants to play, i'll play' was the last thought that entered your head when you leaned in and placed your lips on his. heeseung's hold on you went slack in shock and you took this opportunity to break away and to duck past him.

but he quickly stopped you and pulled you in for another kiss, his arm circling tight around your waist while his other went to cup your face. you melted by the second as the kiss progressed.

your hand wandering from his to chest to his hair, the light growl that emitted from him when you pulled on it, only fired you up more.

you guys pulled away to breath before the kiss got any deeper. you feel his light pants on your lips while he rested his forehead on yours. heeseung then proceeded to shower your face with light pecks, making you giggle.

for a few seconds, you guys stood there just observing each other with his arms still wrapped around you and your hands locked at his nape.

"i love you" he whispers loud enough for you to hear. "platonically?" you joked, he only rolled his eyes before pecking you on the lips

"yes, because friends kiss platonically" he replies sarcastically. you laughed with him before saying "i love you too" and bringing him down for another kiss.

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a/n: heesesung go brr kiss kiss

[svnoofy]

nothing – l.hs

pairing : non idol! boyfriend!heeseung x gn reader

genre : fluff | domestic au (?)

warnings : fluffy kiss that becomes kinda intense (??)

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based off the song ‘nothing’ by bruno major! (highly recommend reading it while listening to the song for the extra ~feely feels~

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“i wish we could do this forever”, you whispered to your boyfriend, your arms loosely placed on his shoulders while both of you slow danced in your dimly lit apartment kitchen, the only source of light being the candles that were placed simultaneously around the quaint area.

heeseung twirled you around, going with the flow of the song playing in the background, followed by a little chuckle and smile when you made a little stumble before falling back into his arms.

“gosh, i’ve two left feet”, you shyly admit after almost falling flat on your bottom, if not for your boyfriend’s excellent reflexes catching you.

“you’re so cute”, heeseung says while he took your hands in his as he lead you through the song.

you looked up at him, your heart beating faster for each extra second your eyes were on him. you admired his beautiful, bambi eyes, that held the whole universe and stars.

your eyes slowly made their way down to his lips— admiring how soft and pretty they were.

he noticed your intense staring so he let out a small chuckle.

“anything wrong, my love?”, he asks you as he looks down— admiring your small frame next to his.

“i love you”, you confess, hiding your face out of shyness in his chest.

heeseung’s heart swelled up at your confession— the things you do to me, l/n y/n.

“i love you more”, he says as both of you swayed lightly and savored the moment— hoping nothing more than for it to last forever.

you snuggled deeper in to his chest— i’m so glad to have found you, lee heeseung.

as the song nears its end, you face him once again. heeseung tilts your head up gently, admiring your features before pressing your forehead against his.

you moved your hands from around his torso to back on his shoulders. for a moment, you felt time stop for the both of you.

heeseung slowly closes the gap between you, his lips inching closer to yours every second as the last line of the song approaches.

his nose brushes lightly against yours before he locks his lips with yours. you ran your hands through his fluffy hair, before jumping and wrapping your legs around his torso, his arms supporting you instinctively.

there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

you deepened the kiss before pulling away for a breath of air. both of you stared at each other, your fingers intertwined with his hair.

no, there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

he places a chaste kiss on your nose, “i’m grateful you’re mine”

heeseung didn’t know that much about what the future held for him and neither did you. however, he knew for sure that, he can take on whatever life throws at him— as long as you were there with him.

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uploaded: 29th december 2021

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hera’s note 💌 | hello to my lovely readers! 🥰 i found this in my drafts and like i decided to just post it so ya’ll have something to read while waiting for heart arrows :> pls idk what possessed me to be so soft when writing this sjdhdjdj anyway, i hope you enjoy it! ❤️ once again, hera loves you! stay safe & take care <3

[sleeping-sirens]

07 | Playful Honey

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Silence consumed the dimly lit room, the morning light curtaining Ara and Baekhyun as they laid in bed, awake. Backs sinking into the mattress, arms brushing against each other, and pinkies intertwined.

"The album is dropping next week." Baekhyun softly reminded her, chest rising and falling peacefully.

"The songs are magnificent, it's good that you didn't spoil anything this time." Ara chuckled, turning on her side. She gazed at him, admiring the smoothness of his skin and how his long lashed draped over his closed eyes.

"I won't let you tease me about it, remember you were the one who didn't want to go out on a night drive with me?" He raised a brow, referring to the time he spoiled the whole Delight album the night before its release.

"Yeah and I regret it," she scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "But just because I wasn't there with you doesn't mean you're allowed to spoil the whole album."

"They were going to listen to it anyways." Baekhyun shrugged, rolling on his side. "You never told me what's your favorite song from the album?"

"Mmm," Ara squinted her eyes and bit her lip. "It's hard to choose, honestly. Love Scene." She paused. "Or maybe Cry For Love? Oh! All I Got, it's definitely it. Bambi? Chef's kiss." She screeched. "Amusement Park hits different though, to be honest. Privacy is amazing too."

She was on the verge of having a breakdown, pupils shaking and wandering everywhere on his face. She clutched the sides of her face, her laugh vibrating through Baekhyun's chest. "Yeah...I think they're all great."

Baekhyun squealed cutely at how she looked so deep into his eyes with sparkling coffee orbs and pouted lips. He attacked her with a hug, tickling her sides and drowning in the sweet and euphonious giggles blooming from her.

"What do I do with you? Why are you so cute?" He wailed, squeezing her cheeks and kissing the pout that had formed on her lips.

"Stop! Look who's talking! You're getting cuter and cuter each day." Ara replied with the same tone oozing with adoration. She sat up straight and fixed her hair only to be pulled against Baekhyun's arms.

He turned her around, pressing her back to his toned chest. She could feel his heartbeat vibrating through her skin, rippling with goosebumps. He nuzzled his face on the crook of her neck and halted his jumpy movements, only breathing in her scent. She smelled like fresh clothes and golden sunshine. And Baekhyun couldn't get enough of her.

His eyes closed and his hands snaked down her sides, fingers trailing under her shirt and settling on her bare stomach. He murmured sweet words she couldn't quite decipher, soft lips dancing on her skin and igniting crazy butterflies on the pit of her stomach.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked quietly, feeling his fingers tracing circles on her warm skin.

"Nothing, really." Baekhyun trailed off, breathing calmly against her neck.

Ara sighed deeply, deciding against asking too many questions. Questions she knew the answers for. Her mind and heart were peacefully connecting and working together to prepare herself for the separation that was yet to occur.

"It'll be alright." She whispered. "We will be alright. It's not like we won't be able to see each other at all. Yeah?" She turned to face him, her hands already making their way to cup his face.

She caressed his cheeks and his eyes closed naturally, his thumbs brushing her sides. Her touch had always been soft and healing. He could be breaking down and at his worst and just a touch from her soft hands would make everything in him alive again.

Love was scary.

It was never easy, neither to him nor to her. It made them do dangerous things because love could easily make you drown in the mistaken belief that dreams were much greater than reality. Love made the concept of reality fade away with the fantasy of shared thoughts and touches, of burning skins and beaming souls, of sinful words and innocent lips.

Love was a white dream, and reality a red shadow on harsh grounds of ruthlessness. It shrouded the couple and made them do sacrifices that could kill them alive if they just realized how bad it was.

They were all or nothing and everything was made in the name of love.

Ara leaned closer to Baekhyun's face, her fingers never ceasing their tender strokes, and pushed her lips against his. They moved against each other like tidal waves, gentle at first and then all wild and messy.

His lips tasted like melted hints of desires and playful honey. Demanding and sweet. And just like that, she went crazy and out of control. The kiss was slow but the emotions whirl-winding inside her heart were far from being serene. All because of him.

Baekhyun was a lot of things at once.

He was spring fields and summer breeze. Winter flowers and violet peace. Wild ocean waves and electric storms. Midnight talks and late-night drives. He was fresh baked cookies and rich red wine. The definition of love and heartbreak. The edge separating her from falling into an abysmal hole of unknown dreams and whisked reality.

He was one of her favorite places. A shelter from dark thoughts and heavy aches. The place where she could breathe deeply and strip her soul bare from any negativity.

With Baekhyun, Ara was alive, living and loving him and only him.

The kiss made everything around them disappear. It was only them and the sky and the birds and their lips and hearts and minds setting themselves on fire with the closeness of their bodies.

His hands discovered hidden places and healed invisible scars and her heart found a million and one reasons why Baekhyun was not someone to let go, simply because he was one of those rare people that you just couldn't live without.

She wanted him to know that, with her silent words translated into heated and deep kisses that Baekhyun reciprocated with as much love and passion.

He heard her, he knew her and he trusted her heart.

"No words could ever describe how happy I am to have you in my life." He breathed out as he pulled away for some air.

"Then shut up and kiss me, you fool."

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[carladuquette]

Close your eyes 2yr week

I’m a huge Taylor Swift fan and yet it took me 34 chapters to reference one of her songs in this fic. And when the moment finally came, it was a song from… reputation?? My least favorite Taylor Swift album!

It’s all @snappy-bambi’s fault. She convinced me that there ARE good songs on reputation, so I started listening to it again. I was listening to it on my way home from work actually when Don’t Blame Me came on, and I almost fell off my bike with the realization of how perfect the lyrics are for Lu and Val’s complicated relationship. I mean…

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

No, they will not end up together. But the song encapsulates their story at this point perfectly: They can’t simply move on from each other and with their lives because said lives have been so intertwined for so long that disentangling them is not unlike going off of drugs.

Good thing I was reintroduced to reputation, or I would’ve missed out on this perfect fit. And on a near-miss bike accident. But hey, totally worth it.

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 7: Raining in London

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry is away, his sister is dealing with something, and a new love sparks.

Warning: SMUT (because why not?)

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link

A/N: comments are MUCH appreciated. Please give me some reviews folks.

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Harry woke up to the sound of running water and his girlfriend’s singing in the shower. Hearing the song he had sung to her yesterday on the rooftop put a big smile on his face, but his head started pounding as soon as he sat up. That was a reminder for him to never drink like that again. Though he could remember most of the events last night, it had been quite long since he last partied like that. And God, was twenty-five really that old?

Amused by the thought, he ran his palms over his face and got up, dragging his feet to the bathroom. Y/N didn’t hear him come in so she didn’t stop singing while he stripped off his clothes and hung them up. He could see her naked silhouette through the frosted glass shower door, and seeing it first thing in the morning made him incredibly horny. That had answered his previous question. He wasn’t that old.

He pulled the door open and she snapped her head to look over her shoulder, eyes bugging out when she saw his face. “You scared me, dickhead,” she grumbled.

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She moaned with her eyes closed, feeling his hard cock standing at attention between her ass cheeks. “You didn’t fuck me last night,” he fussed, and she shook with laughter.

“You were so fucking drunk.”

“I’m sober now...and so fucking hard,” Harry growled in her ear, grinding his shaft against her soft flesh which made her she gasp loudly. He moved one hand to her breast, squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple, his other hand cupping her chin and turning her face around so he could slide his tongue against hers. Lowering his other hand from her stomach, he squeezed his cock and gave it a few strokes before guiding it inside her dripping pussy.

She was so slick that he could just slip right in, but he knew he was big so he thrust slowly to get her used to the fullness. She tossed her head back on his shoulder, her mouth fell open as she begged him to just fuck her. And who was he to disobey? He wrapped his arm back around her waist and began to fuck her hard and fast, telling her how much he loved her over and over again. It didn’t take too long for her to shout out his name as he shot his cum into her, fucking her through it.

They fucked one more time in the bedroom and decided to take some rest before they went downstairs for breakfast. They lay naked in the tangled sheets, their legs intertwined. He was lying on his back, one arm above his head, the other draped around her back, while she was lying on her side, her head on his arm. During these moments, he loved to pretend that they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, and they chose to spend it on each other alone.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she propped up on her elbow.

“I almost forgot, Gemma was here last night.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“You two made up, right?”

“I think so." He sat up with her, rubbing his hand up and down her naked back. "I’m gonna have to call her again later just to be sure."

“I agree.” She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back to reveal his forehead. “Also, Jeffrey told me to let you know that there's this event in LA for the Oscar nominees, and you have to attend."

“When?”

“In two days.”

“Noooooo!” He pinned her down on the bed. Her cry of surprise turned into laughter as he buried his face between her breasts, lying fully on top of her. “I don’t want to be away from you again!”

“I know, baby, I know." She smiled, patting his hair.

“Come with me.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Please?” He pouted and nudged her cheek with his nose like a cat. “Wanna show you off, baby.”

“You know I don't like those fancy dinner parties.”

“But you’ll have me. We’ll have the best time, I promise. Leo will also be there.”

She let out a faint giggle and cupped his cheeks, turning his face back up. “You could name all of my celeb crushes and the answer is still no. I still have to attend lectures and work on my book.”

“Right, you’re officially a writer now.”

“Not yet, but almost,” she snorted amusedly, pushing him back so she could sit up.

He stayed between her legs, resting his head on her chest while she had her arms around him. With his eyes closed, he mumbled, “I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“So am I,” she said, her lips curved. “But hey, I’m only gonna baby you for two more minutes because I have classes to attend and you have a radio interview before lunch.”

He groaned, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts. He loved being handsy, and it never bothered her. “I think you’re even better than my assistant, Bambi.”

“That’s because your assistant sucks, no offence.”

“None taken. To be honest, I didn’t really want an assistant but Jeff insisted,” he complained while circling his fingertip around her nipple, smirking when she shuddered.

“Well, if I fail to publish my book, please fire her and hire me.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck with her because you’re gonna become the best writer in the world!”

Before she could come up with a response, he ducked under the covers, holding her legs apart and put his mouth to her clit. She cried out in surprise, yanking his head up by his hair. Seeing his moist lips curved into a cheeky grin, she couldn’t hold back a moan. “I said two minutes.”

“I only need thirty seconds,” he answered before slipping back under the covers. Y/N dropped her head on the pillow and arched her back off the bed as his skilful tongue lapped at her juices, making her toes curl and her jaw tight. Another wave of pleasure soon washed over her as his fingers glided in and out of her sensitive pussy, and she screamed his name, riding out another intense orgasm.

With a smug look on his face, he hovered above her and pressed his lips to her cheek, so she pulled him down and kissed him like she wanted to devour him.

“You’re gonna be late,” he reminded her in an arrogant tone, and she could feel his smirk against her neck. He was hard and poking her thigh again.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” she mewled with her eyes shut, hastily wrapping her legs around his waist.

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Gemma was agitated; she kept tapping her fingers on the table while her coffee was getting cold. Another employee rushed into the shop and apologised for being late, but it wasn’t the one she’d been waiting for. It seemed like she wasn’t in luck as Emilia didn’t go to work today. She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knuckles as she picked up her cup and finally took a sip. At least the drink was good so she wasn’t at all annoyed.

The sound of her ringtone turned the heads of two other customers at the table beside her, so she apologised to them and quickly answered the call.

“Good to know you’re alive,” she joked as soon as Harry said hello.

“I wasn’t that drunk.” He let out a low laugh, his voice was raspy. “I called to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m very okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Come on, Gem.”

Gemma leaned back against the chair, folding one arm on her stomach. “Well, I’m still pretty pissed off. You did a shitty thing, Harry.”

“I know.”

“But I guess I can’t stay angry at my brother forever.”

“Thank you,” he said, relief was etched in his voice. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I’m very sorry, Gem.”

“Are you?”

“I am, deeply.”

“All right.” She shrugged, drawing circles around the rim of her cup. “Then you have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to tell Mum about Winton and his daughter.”

“Wait...what?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Gem, I don’t think Mum would--”

“She would be devastated if you let her find out on her own. I was going to tell her myself but you brought this upon us so now it’s your chance to fix it.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment. She assumed that he was taking his time to weigh the pros and cons as he always did when he had to make a tough decision. Eventually, he said, “fine, I’ll tell Mum. I’ll go back home this weekend and tell her in person.”

“Good,” she murmured, a small smile tugged at her lips.

“You know I love you, right?” he said after a moment.

“Of course,” she replied, eyes fixed on the coffee cup. “I love you, too.”

They said goodbye and ended the call. Gemma exhaled sharply, quite happy to get rid of the weight on her mind, but her comfort didn’t last for long as a text popped up on her screen. She zeroed in on it when she saw her boyfriend’s name.

⌲ Asher: Where are you?

Her eyes rolled back as she let out a low groan and picked up the phone again.

⌲ London, she typed, and sent.

He didn’t take too long to respond.

⌲ Asher: Still?

Her eyes stretched wide in disbelief. She chewed on her lip, trying to keep her composure while typing down her reply.

⌲ What does that even mean? I already told u why I had to go back

⌲ Asher: Yeah, your fucked up dad and famous brother, I’m fucking tired of hearing about your family drama

⌲ Asher: My family was kind enough to invite you on this trip and you just fucking left like that

Gemma clenched her teeth, her hand on the table tightened into a fist as she reread his messages over and over again. Eventually, she put her phone on airplane mode, leaving him on read and hoping that she could finish her coffee without being disturbed.

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Two days later, Harry flew to LA and Y/N had her first appointment with her literary agent. She arrived at Laura’s office ten minutes earlier and the assistant told her to wait outside while Laura was on the phone. Although she knew she was Laura Hilfgard’s client and the woman had repeatedly praised her book, sitting in that corridor on her own filled her up with anxiety as if she was about to go in for a job interview. She tapped her foot impatiently, scratching her nails on her leather bag and chewing on her lip. Ten minutes felt like twenty, and as soon as she heard the door unlocked, she stood right up, holding her breath.

“Y/N!” Laura appeared with a smile and nodded her head for Y/N to enter. “Come in, darling. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Y/N followed the older woman into her office. It was the most British-looking office she had ever seen, like one of the rooms in Hogwarts, with velvety-brown wallpapers, wooden furniture, and vintage decorations on the window panes. On her desk sat a laptop, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a cat-shaped paperweight. Laura sat down behind her desk and told Y/N to take a seat in the swivel chair.

Laura Hilfgard had the look of a Hollywood actress from the 60s, with a defined face, chestnut-colour short hair, and bold red lips. Though her appearance screamed ‘boss-lady’, there was something childlike in the way that she smiled. For someone who was turning forty-two, she didn’t look a day over thirty. She could be the cool aunt Y/N never had. And she was smart, probably in the top five of the smartest people Y/N had ever met. They started off the meeting with small talks to break the ice before they went on to discuss the manuscript. The conversation flowed so easily, like two friends chatting about a fictional couple that they adored.

Y/N didn’t pay attention to how much time had passed since she arrived, until Laura glanced at the clock and cried out, “oh dear, it’s almost lunch!”

“I’m sorry for taking too much of your time,” Y/N said, but Laura waved her off.

“No, don’t be sorry. It was my pleasure, darling.”

They exchanged a hug before saying goodbye, and Y/N left her office, dizzy with excitement. The girl almost jumped for joy when she headed out of the building, and she decided to walk home despite the darkened cloudy sky.

The air was cool and moist. She breathed in deeply with her open mouth, her hands jammed in the pockets of her coat as she dodged hurrying pedestrians who were in a rush to get home before it rained. Y/N was so confident that she would make it back to her block without getting wet, but it was never a good idea to underestimate Mother Nature. Little droplets alighted on her face as a friendly warning, and then huge bullets of rain began to beat down on her like an ambush from the sky. She managed to find shelter under the roof of a grocer’s, laughing at herself for being so stupid.

The rain poured and poured, a sight she should have gotten used to after all the years living in London but somehow she still got amazed every time she witnessed it. She wasn’t in a hurry anyway so it wasn’t a bad idea to stay and watch the rain instead of wading out in this downpour. Shifting from one foot to the other to find some comfort in her damp shoes, she pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the opaque scene and sent it to Harry with the message: It’s raining in London.

As she put her phone away, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around, almost bumping into Blake. The corners of her mouth slid upward as Blake faltered, raising a smile. He had just left the grocer’s, still very clean and dry.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, raising his arm to shield her face from the rain.

“I was walking home when it started pouring,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I met Laura today. I was going to tell you when I got home.”

He laughed, flashing his teeth. “How did it go?”

“Pretty well. I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

Blake watched the rain as he wetted his lips and let out a breath. She was wondering what he was thinking about when he turned back to her and said, “you said you’d buy me dinner, right?”

“Right.” She almost forgot. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“No, but I’m free tonight.”

“But...it’s raining.”

“I live right next to you. We can just order in.”

“Oh.”

“But we’d better hurry back. It looks like it’s going to rain much harder,” said Blake as he opened his black umbrella, giving her a gentle look. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Hold on.” She put up a finger when her phone buzzed inside her bag. She hastily reached for it and checked Harry’s reply. It was a photo of the sunny cloudless sky attached to the message: Missing you in LA. She giggled out loud and put her phone back into her bag, receiving Blake’s questioning stare.

“Harry,” she told him. He said nothing as she pulled herself close to his side to fit under the umbrella, and together they stepped out in the downpour.

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Gemma sat by the large window of the coffee shop, watching the raindrops dance on the pavement. London streets were less busy on rainy days, not that she complained though. It was hypnotic and rather enjoyable watching it pour, but only when she was dry and warm indoors, otherwise she would hate it so much. A waitress finally brought her the strawberry cake she had ordered ten minutes ago. She wasn’t craving sweet food, but if she was going to be stuck here for a few hours at most, she couldn’t take their table with only a cup of coffee.

As a few more people walked into the shop, a familiar face caught Gemma’s attention. Isaac shook the rain from his umbrella, hung it by the entrance and headed to the counter to order a black coffee to go. It was only when he took his drink and turned around that he spotted her and his face lit up. He crossed the room to her table as she got up and they shared a friendly hug. She didn’t expect to run into him, but it made sense because he was close to Emilia. He's probably here for the same reason, she thought.

“Are you here to see her?” he asked when they pulled apart.

“Yes, but she’s not here today.” Gemma lifted her shoulders, sitting back and nodding at the chair in front of her. “Wanna join me? I’ve been lonely all morning.”

“Sure.” His eyes crinkled as he grabbed a seat. “I saw you at the party the other night but you left before I got a chance to say hello.”

“Yeah well, those parties aren’t really my thing,” she replied. “I was only there for Harry.”

“You must be very proud.”

“I would’ve been prouder if he hadn’t messed up, but he’s the only sibling I’ve got. I can’t be mad at him forever.”

Isaac shifted in his chair, his shoulders tensed as he peered at the cup between his palms. Gemma was quick to notice the subtle change in his expression and let out a snort. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” he asked, lifting his face.

“Well, I was a bit upset when Y/N told me, but I guess you just meant well.”

Isaac didn’t respond right away so she asked him what was wrong, and he said, “I have to tell you something,” a frown marking his lips. She leaned forward, her heart racing.

“I didn’t give Emilia your number,” he finally confessed. “She got it from Harry’s assistant.”

“How the hell does she know his assistant?”

“She met her at a photoshoot.”

“And the assistant just...gave out my number to someone she barely knows?” Gemma scoffed, raising both eyebrows.

“Emilia is very good at convincing people to do things for her.”

“So she’s manipulative?”

Isaac rubbed his forearms, somewhat agreeing but didn’t feel like he should say it out loud. Gemma, however, wasn’t as gracious.

“That girl is hiding something, I knew it!” she hissed, leaning back against the chair. “Do you know why she doesn’t go to work anymore? I’ve come here for three days in a row but I haven’t met her.”

“Did she know you were coming?”

“I doubt that.” Gemma shook her head. “Have you told Harry by the way?”

“No.”

“Good. He’s happy with his Oscar nomination. Let’s keep it that way.” As Gemma tilted her head to rest it upon her hand, she noticed the way his blue eyes bored into her and her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

“You’re the best sister I’ve ever met,” he said before she could ask. So she rolled her eyes, a smile lingering at her lips.

“You have a little brother right? I assume you would do the same if you were me.”

“You’re right, but I still admire you for all that you’ve been through.” He grinned. “I admire you both.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush,” Gemma laughed, and she wasn’t kidding at all. The pink colour of her cheeks was prominent on her pale face which gave Isaac the sign that he should change the subject.

“How’s Anne?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s doing much better. We talked on the phone last night and she was over the moon about Harry’s nomination,” Gemma said and took a sip of coffee, not making eye contact with Isaac anymore. She didn’t want to mention that Harry was going to tell their mum about Winton, but then she began to question if it was the right thing to make him do.

“Good for her,” Isaac interrupted her thought. She kept the coffee spoon in her mouth as he asked, “how’s your boyfriend?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” She scoffed. “But let’s not talk about him.”

“Okay,” Isaac agreed, no questions asked.

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When Y/N and Blake arrived at their block, the rain was letting up and the traffic was busy again. She saw a familiar car pass by and parked right in front of the building. As Blake closed his umbrella, she rushed forward without telling him why. He was baffled until he saw Niall got out of the Range Rover and caught her with both arms, hugging her tightly despite her wet clothes.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you!” She moved back, holding his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you of course.” Then he saw Blake, and his smile faded. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Blake. Blake, this is--”

“Niall Horan.” Blake stepped forward and shook his hand. “Big fan. Your music is awesome.”

Niall had no hard time accepting the compliment. He snickered and puffed out his chest, arm around Y/N. “I like this kid already,” he said, smiling at her, and that was when she knew.

“Did Harry tell you to come?” She folded her arms, leering at him.

“Harry said you might be lonely.” He gave a shrug, not even denying it.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes as she murmured, “I knew it” loud enough for both men to hear.

Blake stayed silent, so Niall had to speak, “well, I’m here now so would you like to invite me in?”

“Sure, let’s go. I live on the fifth floor,” she said to Niall, giving Blake a subtle shrug and leading the way.

Niall was born into wealth so it was very unlikely that he had been in a place like this if not to film a depressing music video. While his eyes darted everywhere in disbelief, Y/N had to hold back her laughter.

“Now I know why Harry wants you to move out of here,” Niall said, breathing hard as they stopped at her door. Y/N didn’t take offence at the remark as she knew how Niall was. Blake, on the other hand, was unable to hide his irritation with a straight face. She just knew him too well. She raised both eyebrows at him when she unlocked the door, and he raised his shoulders to reassure her that he was perfectly fine.

Their secret conversation went right over Niall’s head. He turned to Blake as Y/N pushed the door open. “Are you joining us for dinner, Blake?”

“Us?” Y/N snorted.

“Yes, Y/N. We’ll order in and call H. It’s gonna be fun.”

Y/N didn’t not like the idea, but since she still owed Blake dinner, she had to let him decide if he wanted Niall (and possibly Harry) to eat with them tonight. She looked over at him, and he gave a lopsided grin. “Maybe next time,” he said.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Y/N!” Niall brightened, completely unbothered by how disappointed Blake appeared to be. As soon as he had entered his own flat, Niall asked her, “were you about to have dinner with him?”

She stepped aside for him to come in and closed the door, pointing to the sofa. He sat down before she actually told him to.

“Harry sent you because he doesn’t trust me," she murmured while aggressively kicking off her wet shoes.

“No, no, no!” Niall raised both hands when she shot him a glare. “I only said that to piss off your ex. Harry has no idea I’m here. I promise.”

“Really?”

“I swear on my life.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, Niall.”

“That’s because you don’t believe me.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she held his stare for almost five seconds, knowing he couldn’t keep eye contact with the person he was lying to. Once he had succeeded, she shrugged off her damp coat, hung it up by the door, and joined him on the couch. “So what are you doing here then?”

“Harry told me you’d found an agent so I came to congratulate you.”

“Harry is like an embarrassing mum,” she snorted, resting her head upon her knuckles. “Last night, he called my dad and they talked for hours about how proud they were of me as if I’d won the Oscar for Best Screenplay or something.”

“That’s terrible. They’re terrible people. It sucks to be you!” he grumbled and she smacked his arm, both of them laughing.

Niall ordered pizza while Y/N took a shower, then they sat on the sofa and got updates on Harry via the Instagram stories of the celebrities at the event in LA. Y/N knew her boyfriend was already too drunk to answer his phone, but from what she’d seen, he was having the best time of his life. He was dancing in one of the stories, chugging a beer in another, which made her regret that she had refused to come with him. But then she also wondered, would he still be having fun had she agreed to go with him? She stopped herself right there. She’d had a good day so far, there was no time for unhappy thoughts.

“I guess we can’t call him tonight,” Niall said while scrolling down the photos of the celebrities at the event. “God, Ruby should just fire her stylist. What is she wearing?”

“Ruby Ellis?” Y/N flinched. “Is she also nominated?”

“No, but I heard that she was gonna present an award this year.” Niall chuckled. “What? Are you worried?”

“No. It’s just...weird to think about her now.” She shook her head. “I mean, if I were there, we would probably run into her and it’d be so...awkward.”

She was quick to catch his smirk, so she asked him “what?” in a mirthful manner.

“You two are a couple,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Harry had that same look on his face when he told me about Blake,” Niall said with a beam. “It’s not the ‘I don’t trust him or her with his or her ex’ kind of look, but more like ‘I love him or her too much and it makes me paranoid for the stupidest reasons’. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and vice versa, so you’re just afraid to lose each other.”

“I guess you’re right.” She tittered, rubbing her forehead.

“Anyway, just to be clear, I came to see you. It had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend slash neighbour, although the way he looked at you made me feel quite uncomfortable,” Niall said in between laughs.

“Yeah, you weren’t being subtle.” She nodded mirthfully.

He turned and rested his head on his hand. “I really like you, Y/N. I don’t have lots of friends besides Harry and Isaac, close friends I mean. And I really like you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she told him and offered her hand. He shook it firmly with a delightful smirk. Both of them broke into laughter again. Funny how she had always believed that the best friendships were the most unexpected.

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“...and then guess what? He told me, with a straight face, ‘there’s another bathroom on the other side of the house’,” Gemma exaggerated her version of her brother’s accent and gestures, which sent Isaac into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the chair, holding his aching sides.

“I’m sorry, Gem,” he said in between gasps for air, finally regaining control of himself. “I didn’t mean to laugh so hard.”

“I don’t mind,” she said delightedly. “It’s flattering, really. Not many people would think I’m funny.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. In fact, my boyfriend said he would pay me to stop telling jokes.”

The beam on Isaac’s face fell as soon as he heard. “That’s so mean.”

“Yeah…” Her lips formed a straight thin line as she stared blankly at the empty cups between their hands. “But well, I always make fun of Harry’s sense of humour, so I guess that’s karma.”

This time, he didn’t laugh at her attempt to lighten up the mood. He raised a sympathetic smile, looking over at the window to see that the rain was letting up. “Wanna get out of here? I’ll give you a ride back to your hotel.”

“Yes, please, I’ve been sitting here for too long my butt is getting numb,” she said, and they broke into laughter again.

Isaac followed her to the door and opened his umbrella as she threw on her coat. They stepped out into the humid air of September’s ending, taking a deep breath at the same time and exchanging awkward smiles before turning away. It was strange, this feeling inside her chest, but she decided to ignore it and glanced back at him. He patted his pockets to search for his phone and pulled it out, asking her to wait while he replied to a text from his manager.

“Every single time I see you, you’re working,” she said, her lips arched.

“Well, Lee is super pissed at me right now,” he chuckled while typing. “I was supposed to be at this meeting with him but I moved it back a day.”

“Because of me?” Her smile faltered then faded.

He sent the text, put the phone away, and their eyes met again. “Because of me, actually. I was distracted by our conversation and forgot. But it’s also your fault for being so funny.”

She didn’t know what was happening in her mind at that moment. She tiptoed and lifted her chin, pressing her lips to his. He sucked in a breath. He hadn’t expected that, but surely didn’t deny her as he deepened the kiss until she gasped and pushed away. The action stirred him, and he reached for her hand but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Goodbye,” was all she said before slipping into the crowd of pedestrians. While trying to decide if he should follow, the sound of his name made him jump. He turned around and saw Emilia in her work uniform.

“What are you doing here, Isaac?”

[bamiiib]

Ethereal | Jung Jaehyun

Ethereal | Jung Jaehyun

Masterlist

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen

Sorrow and uncertainty become your only source of reassurance, everything is different, and yet he continues to move forward, only to a direction that you fear for. What has now become of your once beautiful romance?

Words: 5.8K

Category: Modern!AU, Angst, Fluff

Song Rec: A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be — Jess Benko

Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of alcohol & addiction, Mentions of slight depression, toxic relationships

A/N: OMG! Is it true? YES, I’M ALIVE! I’m not sure if y’all are interested in what has been going on, but I want to bring this back, and finish it! Stay tuned for updates, I’ll try my best to keep them as consistent as I can, and I promise I’ll be posting sneak peeks of future chapters as well. Thanks for continuing to support me for those who have been reading this since the beginning. Anyways, happy reading! —Bambi

You woke up to the rays of sun beating down your eyes. With a groan, you rubbed your eyes until they fluttered open. You stretched, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you stared at the ceiling. Your arms flopped to your side, you thought back to everything that happened last night. How Taeyong had almost kissed you—how you almost let him. You shut your eyes in regret and guilt. You could only see the chubby boy that he used to be when you thought back to high school. 

The boy who was new to your class, and how no one wanted to talk to him, and how you looked at him with a smile when he dropped his books one day and introduced yourself. Since then, to you, Taeyong had only become another familiar face in the hallways who you’d say hi to once in a while. You never thought he’d be interested in you, let alone be his highschool crush that he never got over. You sighed, wondering if things would truly be different if you weren’t so afraid of love back then. But then you remember back to the flood of memories that rushed through you in that moment when Taeyong stood inches away from your lips. 

Jaehyun. 

No matter what happened, no matter what you did or thought about in the past, he always came to mind. He became a part of you, and you hadn’t realized until now. He helped you with your fears, made you see that love wasn’t going to hurt you. Jaehyun made you believe that love was a beautiful thing, and that despite everything that’s been happening, you were convinced that somewhere in the person he’s becoming now, the same man you know and love is still there.

You opened your eyes when your apartment was filled in silence. You couldn’t hear his soft snores, or his gentle breathing. You turned around, sleepiness still entrapped in your eyes, it made your vision blurry for only a second when you saw the empty spot next to you, where the sheets felt cold between your fingertips. Your heart instantly ached, wondering where he could’ve gone. Jaehyun had always stayed in bed until you woke up. He’d always be there to give you a kiss and whisper a gentle, “Good morning.”

 But to your surprise, there was nothing. A sigh. You got up, out of bed to change into simple jeans and a graphic tee. You made your bed and walked towards the kitchen, still hoping in the back of your mind that you’ll find Jaehyun. 

He’ll be in the kitchen, making surprise pancakes like he did once for your birthday with a bouquet of flowers resting on the table. He always was someone who likes surprises. You could feel your heartbeat rise to your throat, anticipation and desperate hope filled you. Your heart dropped when you saw nothing more but the furniture, and your paintings peeping through from the window that led to the balcony. Another sigh. Maybe he went somewhere. He probably just went to the grocery shop to buy more food to fill the fridge. 

Or buy more liquor so he can lose himself like he does every night. 

Maybe he went to go buy you more paint.

Or went with his band that replaced you with ease.

He wouldn’t leave without telling you. He never did. No matter where he went, Jaehyun had always let you know where he’d go, and give you a kiss or text you a heartwarming message if he had already left. Maybe he did, and you were probably too focused on other things instead. You rush towards your bedroom where your phone lies on your nightstand, you turn it on, praying desperately for there to be a text, to see his contact glowing on your phone screen. 

Nothing. 

Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t breathe without panting. Your lips curled in a tight line. You gulped down the knot in your throat, you looked around, unsure of what exactly you were even looking for. You raked your hands through your hair, and with a deep, relaxing breath, you pulled your hair up to a ponytail and walked towards the balcony where you already set up a blank canvas from the last time you finished your last painting. 

You sat down, trying to ease your troubled mind, you reached for your acrylic paints, spreading them on the piece of cardboard that rested on your lap. Without thinking twice, you dipped your freshly clean brush in a color you’d pay attention to later. And so you painted, not caring whatever color you got on your canvas, not caring whether it looked appealing or not. 

You painted, not because you wanted it to catch a seller’s eye, or because you were bored, you painted because you don’t know what else to do. You painted what you felt. You felt unsure, you felt doubt, rage, sorrow, desperation. You felt like you were drowning, no matter how much you screamed, no matter how violent each brush stroke became the more you added more and more paint, you wanted to be heard. You wanted clarity. 

You wanted the ones you loved, back. 

You wanted your freedom, because you knew that even if you move houses, or put your head out of the car to taste the fresh air, or kiss the lips that promised you that freedom, you would never get it. You just wanted to taste it all again, but now your lips tasted like nothing more but of bitter venom and alcohol. 

You continued to paint, trying to get a taste of that freedom again, but only liquor filled your thoughts. How the scent followed you everywhere, how that green glass bottle would never leave you alone. How it followed you no matter where you went; never with you, but the ones you love.

You were too focused on the violent brush strokes against the canvas to realize the amounts of green you poured onto the cardboard. The amounts of black that splotched every corner and empty space of that canvas, how it decorated your skin, much like the darkness that intertwined in you. 

It would never leave. 

This grief, sorrow, and pain. 

You wanted it to go away. 

You tried to run away from it all, you took Jaehyun’s hand, expecting to find adventure and beauty and love, hoping to find everything that he promised, but found an empty bed, and paint on your skin. You didn’t feel the tears that trickled down your cheek, crashing onto your piece of cardboard and into the paint, making your artwork look more like the mess you were feeling. You couldn’t hear the door open when your sobs whispered through your lips, the brushstrokes now stabbing into the canvas, you wanted to scream, you wanted to disappear. You just wanted to forget. You wanted all of your pain, gone.

Taeyong had put you in a tight embrace. Your paintbrush dropped for your fingertips, crashing into the solid concrete of the floor, rolling towards who-knows-where. Your chest tightened, and the tears you became tired of couldn’t stop falling. 

“It’s okay! You’re okay! Please, breathe…” Taeyong’s breath was shaky, his hold he had on you trembling. You could feel his heartbeat pressing against your back. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, his eyes shut tight. Everything stood still, and when you felt his breath whisper against your skin that ran cold, you realized you had been holding your breath up until now. The air had never felt so refreshing in his embrace. You brought a hand to hold his, your grip tighter than what you anticipated, you noticed that you began to tremble as well.

“Taeyong… What are you doing here?” You mumbled within sobs. Your head hung low, ashamed to look at him. He shook his head, refusing to talk until your cries subsided. It fell silent, you took a deep breath and wiped away your tears.

“Johnny texted me to tell you that he couldn’t come over, but he wanted me to tell you something about your art.” He sighed, pulling away to look at your face, grabbing your wrists to pull them away as you had your face buried in your hands.

“He wanted me to tell you that he found someone who owns an art gallery, and that they really want your artwork to be displayed there, along with buying some of your pieces for a good price. Your dream is coming true..” His voice was gentle and patient. A smile tugged the corner of his lips, Taeyong let out a breathy laugh. You didn’t want to believe your ears, your heart raced, and suddenly everything you were thinking of in the past had immediately come to a blank. You were processing everything that had just happened in the span of a couple of seconds, and once it had finally hit, once those words echoed in your ears, your tears came back again.

“Someone actually wants my artwork in an art gallery? Holy shit… holy shit!” You couldn’t believe it, it all felt like a surreal dream. One moment you were crying, stained in green and black paint, staring at the bristles now destroyed with your violent strokes onto the canvas that had a couple of scratches here and there. You didn’t hesitate another second as you pulled Taeyong into a tight embrace, laughter echoing in the balcony, you heard him grunt a little in surprise before his laughter mixed with yours, hugging you just as tight.

“W-Wait so when is it?” You pulled away to ask, a wide, dorkish smile etched onto your lips. Taeyong looked into the distance in thought, his brows furrowing.

“This Saturday. I’ll text you their contact information so you can confirm and plan everything out!”

“W-Will you come?” You asked, mostly out of pure excitement, but you saw the adoration that burned in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said as he grabbed a strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. You dismissed the action, and pulled him into another hug, tears now filled with joy that wouldn’t stop falling. 

“Thank you so much… thank you, thank you.” You repeated, and the weight that pushed down on your chest had seemed to have gone away. 

But only for that very short moment. 

“Hey, um… we need to talk—” Jaehyun’s voice resonated throughout the apartment walls, his hand that scratched the back of his neck fell to his side, his gaze locked on you and Taeyong. 

You knew what pain looked like. It was in your paintings, in the liquor that stained the breath of your father, and when you turned to Jaehyun, you found pain in his eyes. 

“What the hell…” He whispered. His jaw tightened, everything had been moving too fast. Taeyong got up from where he knelt down in front of you, his hands up in defense, Jaehyun was walking towards the two of you in silence. You stood up from your seat, you found yourself between the two; Jaehyun gripped tight onto the collar of Taeyong’s shirt, pulling him inside the apartment and slammed him into the wall right next to the balcony door. 

“You have five seconds to explain why the fuck you were holding her like that before I beat the absolute shit out of you.” His voice was low, something dark and sinister laced his sentence. Your heart dropped. Rushing towards the two, you shook your head, opening your mouth to talk—but nothing. Instead, you placed a hand on Jaehyun’s arm that held Taeyong, shaking him to bring him back into reality. 

“Jaehyun, stop…” You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to yell, but your voice had come out so tiny when you spoke. You’ve never felt so small until now, when he looked at you and you remembered back to the first night he had gotten drunk. That empty, dullness that filled his once beautiful eyes. Your breathing turned heavy, your eyes still glossed in tears. His face softened when he noticed the puffiness in your eyes.  Though it returned once more when he glared over at Taeyong.

“You made her cry? What the fuck is your problem!” His voice roared through the apartment. You turned to look at Taeyong, whose face remained neutral until he said those very words. The same anger, the same deadly spark flashed through his eyes. His brows wrinkled in frustration, a dry laugh seeping through his lips, you watched his Adam's apple bop, holding onto Jaehyun’s wrist. 

“I made her cry? No, none of this is my fault. She’s crying because of you! I was here to comfort her, when you clearly failed to do so because you’re that much of a piece of absolute shi—!” Taeyong’s shouting was cut off by the loud crack that resonated through your ears. You watched him fall to the ground with a grunt, a hand cupping his mouth, he slowly moved to see the blood that littered his palm.

“Fuck you…” Jaehyun whispered. You shook your head, the tears threatening to come back again when he lunged at Taeyong. The two didn’t stop. They punched, slapped, and kicked each other. Cursing at each other; it tore your heart into pieces. Your feet felt rooted to the floor, your stomach twisting in knots, your mouth that ran dry. Your tears felt never ending, and time felt still. Each blow they took, each punch they threw, you could feel your heart pounding violently against your ribs. 

“Stop it…” You whispered, shutting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see anymore. You shut them tight until you saw stars. Their shouts still filled the room.

“Stop it.” You whimpered, your jaw clenched, your hands balled into tight fists until you could feel your nails digging deep into your skin, the warmth of your blood being your only reminder of the reality of everything that was happening. 

They didn’t stop. Jaehyun’s screams had overpowered Taeyong’s. His cursing turned to incoherent screaming. Pure anger roared, his throat raw; when you opened your eyes, you watched him tremble as he threw Taeyong down, punching him over, over, and over. It was when you saw Taeyong’s doe eyes become dull, and the blood seeping through his nose and lips, when you looked down at your bleeding palms, you had enough.

“STOP IT!” You threw yourself over to Jaehyun, grabbing his arm that he lifted, his knuckles already blooming bruises, you shouted over and over until saliva dripped from the corner of your lips. He didn’t stop. He wasn’t going to. You turned to meet his eyes, and saw that the man you loved, wasn’t even there. Instead, you saw nothing more, but a monster. 

A loud thud, and then silence. Your palms slammed against the tile floor, bracing yourself when Jaehyun flung you down. You barely managed to dodge the impact, your head touching the cool floor. Your breath shaky and deep, you stared at the blurred reflection of yourself, then turned to look at your hands, moving around the tile to see the red that smeared against it. 

“I-I…” Jaehyun started, removing himself from Taeyong. Both of them had their eyes glued to you, as if everything that just happened had meant nothing when it had come to seeing you injured.

“Are you okay?” Taeyong asked, sitting up with a pain-filled groan, he reached towards you until Jaehyun pushed his chest.

“You don’t have a right to ask if she’s okay, look what you fucking did.” 

“I’m not the one who pushed her, you asshole! Sorry I actually care for her!” 

“You talk like you’re so madly in love with her!” 

“So what if I am?” 

“You just don’t know when to fucking quit you—”

“Enough!” It took your shouts to finally shut them up. They turned to look at you, your name whispering from their lips like a gentle song. The pity that filled their eyes. The guilt that filled Jaehyun’s. You pushed yourself off the floor, standing up with your chin held high, desperately holding onto the crumbling dignity you had left. They followed after you. Taeyong’s nose was bloody, and Jaehyun’s lip was split. The bruises were already forming on the two of them, you looked the other way so you wouldn’t have to deal with the sight before you.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” You started, voice laced in darkness, sorrow, and pity. You wiped away the tears with a shaky hand, your blood smudging against your cheek. “You two used to be best friends… and now look at you! You’re fighting! And all for what? Me?” Your voice crescendoed into a shout. They averted their eyes away from you like two children who were being scolded. But you knew it was much deeper than that.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the two of you. I want you out… Get out of here.” You curled your lips in a line, you couldn’t stop shaking. You shut your eyes, wondering when the hell were your tears that you were so sick of would stop. Jaehyun whispered your name, as did Taeyong. Jaehyun had reached a hand towards you, and you flinched when he did. He frowned, reverting his hand away, you watched guilt gloss over his eyes you once found beautiful and sincere.

Taeyong had called your name once more, and just hearing it alone set your heart to ache, unprepared for what he had the strength to say. “Please, you’re making a mistake… just pick me. I-I was a coward to let go of you then, but I won’t let go of you now.” He was desperate. You knew, as you could hear it with each syllable that rolled off his tongue. Jaehyun watched, and the anger that rose all over again.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” He whispered your name, reaching towards you again, he managed to get a hold of your hand. The gentleness he held with his hold, it was like the old Jaehyun was looking at you again. You were ashamed to admit that if it weren’t for the bruises that bloomed on his knuckles and face, and Taeyong standing right next to him, you knew you’d pick him in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, no matter how much you wish that could happen, you faced the truth that appeared to you now.

“I’m sorry…” That was all that Jaehyun could say. You knew that even he didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Maybe he was only sorry for when something affected you physically, and you remember back to the painting, to the splotches of black and green of the paint that dried on your skin; Jaehyun had not noticed, not even once, that you were hurting deeper inside. You couldn’t believe it. They were making you choose. 

“No. No, I can’t believe you guys. You can’t expect me to choose… because if you do, then I choose neither.” Silence again, they looked at you with pleading eyes, and that was enough for you to say with a trembling voice, “I don’t want to talk to either of you. I want you out. Go! Get out!” Your voice cracked as you shouted. They flinched at your sudden change of tone, the pain that mixed in the sorrow of your sentence. Taeyong was the first to leave. 

Your breathing hitched, your vision blurred with tears. Jaehyun looked at you, his brows furrowed in sorrow, he opened his mouth, whispering your name with a broken heart. You held up your hand between the two of you to stop him from going on further.

“Don’t,” Your voice lulled back into a whisper, “just go.” You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself tight when you heard him sigh in defeat. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered. You couldn’t stand the sight of seeing him walk away, so you faced the other way, listening to his footsteps, you cupped your hand against your mouth to muffle your sobs when he passed by your shoulder, and the door shut. 

That night, you couldn’t fall asleep. You decided to stay at Johnny’s, sending a text to Jaehyun that he can have the apartment until you were ready to face him again. Johnny showed you your room, and stayed with you that night, listening to you when you poured your heart out. You told him about the darkness that followed you, about Jaehyun’s drinking, and Taeyong’s confession; how you almost kissed him, the fight, and the depression that never left you since you were a child. It felt like you had fallen into a dark pit. Something you couldn’t get out of, no matter how hard you tried, or how desperate you were to find light in the end of the tunnel. Johnny could only listen with a heavy heart, he frowned.

“So what are you going to do?” He asked, pulling you into a side hug. You sighed, shaking your head, your lip quivered. You just wanted it all to stop.

“I don’t know. I can’t even look at Jaehyun, and Taeyong—I don’t know.” It was all you could say, and all you could do. Each time you thought of either one, your mind was drawn to a blank. You were too ashamed and guilty to look at Taeyong, and too enraged to look at Jaehyun. You didn’t have the courage to confront either one of them. You looked down to your palms, studying the tiny crescent shapes that dug into your skin from your nails. 

“What about the art gallery? Have you sent a message to the owner?” You had almost forgotten about that. Your back straightened, you wiped away your tear stained cheeks, and with a deep exhale, you looked over at Johnny and nodded.

“I’m still doing it.” You said with a strong nod. You couldn’t back down from an opportunity like this. Finally, your art was going to be shown, your voice would be heard, and despite the art you held dearest now being your only fondest memories of a man you onced loved, you couldn’t wait to show the world the story that had once been of you and Jaehyun. Johnny smiled, he pulled you for a full embrace, rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“That’s my girl.” He muttered, and your brows raised. A smile. You held tight onto his shirt, burying your face in his chest, you could finally breathe. You finally felt at peace. 

“Johnny, I can’t thank you enough… for everything. I’m sorry I pulled you into this mess, but you’ve always been there for me. You’re an amazing friend… I love you.” You whispered, sniffling.

“I love you too booger. There isn’t a single thing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you.” He let out a breathless laugh, holding you tight. Johnny had never left your side. Despite your unloving mother, your father who gave up everything for liquor, to the love of your life now succumbing to the same fate. Johnny has never left, and he’s never changed. Maybe there was some light, and maybe there was an exit to this void. 

Ten knocked on the door, leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You guys are too mushy for me. C’mon, I made some popcorn for the movie night.” Johnny turned, smiling instantly as he let go of you to run towards his husband’s side. He pressed a kiss against his cheek, where Ten chuckled, pushing him away. 

“That doesn’t mean for you to get mushy with me you freak, let’s go.” He snickered, rolling his eyes and looked towards you. Your lips curled to a smile, and his expression reflected yours. 

“We’ll be downstairs. Take your time, okay?” Ten nodded his head towards you, as if to tell you, ‘Everything is going to be okay.’ Surely at this moment, you appreciated the reassurance, even though you knew that things weren’t okay. You’d like to believe that they would be. After having a moment of silence to yourself, you took a deep breath, recollecting yourself, and with your chin held up high, you mustered up enough courage and strength in you as you got up, and walked down the stairs. That night was the most you had ever been at peace in what felt like forever. 

The week dragged on. Each day felt endless, each minute had felt like an hour. You were counting down the days of your gallery walk. You contacted the owner who was also the buyer, and he managed to explain everything down for you. It was to be a formal event, so you had to dress your best, and only one person could accompany you to the party that was to happen after. 

Well, it was more of a small social gathering than a party. Either way, Johnny had convinced you to go since he believed it’d be another great opportunity to get your name out there. 

Originally, when Taeyong had first told you about the show, you were excited to take him; it wasn’t until the fight where you didn’t want anything to do with him after. It felt like weeks since it happened, though it was only five days ago. 

You never wanted your Friday night to be spent in Johnny and Ten’s house, lying down on the guest bed late at night where you couldn’t fall asleep. They offered to keep you company, but you kindly refused. Nonetheless, with Johnny being the stubborn best friend you knew and loved, he said he’d stay up in the living room watching movies with your favorite snacks in case you ever changed your mind. 

You laid in bed, bags decorating underneath your eyes, you listened to the silence that echoed in your room. The silence that never went away. The silence that accompanied you, and never left unlike everyone else in your life. Much like the darkness that followed after the silence, it clung onto you with a heavy weight. Each breath felt short, your chest tight, it was hard to breathe. You gripped tight onto the silk sheets before you, rubbing your cheek against the softness of your pillow, memories of Jaehyun flashed through your mind. 

The night in the car. The day he sang to you. The moment he opened his heart and told you of his dreams. The decision he made when he chose the liquor, over you. 

You didn’t realize the tears that crashed beneath the sheets, a puddle forming below. You shuddered in sorrow. When was this going to stop? When would the tears come to an end? You didn’t know anything anymore. You didn’t know about your future. You didn’t know where life was going to take you next, be it if there were ever to be light found in this deep, endless tunnel, or if an empty void followed after. 

You brought your knees up to your chest as you laid there, hugging yourself tightly, you never realized how much you had missed Jaehyun’s warmth until now. 

A part of you wanted to reach for your phone and text him, talk it out, and try to reach an understanding—but each time you were reaching towards it, you could only see Taeyong’s blood and Jaehyun’s bruised knuckles. 

That’s what made everything worse. 

You still loved him, nothing was going to change that fact. You loved Jaehyun, but it was because of his actions, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him in the eye. You were angry at him, but more so, you were ashamed of yourself. 

You knew what was happening, you knew what you were doing, yet you didn’t stop. 

Couldn’t stop. 

From the moment Taeyong had almost kissed you, confessed everything to you, things weren’t the same. And you hated that.

“Hey.” Johnny had called your name gently, knocking on the door with delicate strength, enough so that you barely heard it. You wiped away your tears so he wouldn’t see you and question if you were alright for the umpteenth time. 

You sat up, rubbing your eyes as if you were asleep, though you knew you’d fail at trying to fool Johnny. You were expecting him to bombard you with questions, to walk up to you and ask if you were feeling. Instead, he sighed and curled his lips to a line before nudging his head towards the hallway.

“Someone wants to talk to you.” He said. Your heart dropped, and the only person you could think of at that moment was Jaehyun. 

“I don’t want to see him.” You shut your eyes; your head hung low as you fumbled with your fingers until you looked back up to see Johnny shake his head.

“It’s not Jaehyun. C’mon, he’s waiting for you in the front yard.” Johnny smiled shortly, looking out towards the hallway where Ten walked, pulling Johnny to a side hug, he looked at you and nodded.

“Maybe it’ll be some reassurance.” Ten said, and Johnny nodded his head in agreement. You eyed them both carefully, confused as you got up on your feet and walked past them with furrowed brows. You gulped, adjusting the silk robe that Ten had lent you, deciding it best not to let whoever was at the door see you in your tank top. 

Johnny called out your name. You hummed, turning around as he looked at you with a dark glare in his eye. “We’ll be in the living room. If he says something that you don’t like, just call me and I’ll kick him out in a heartbeat.” You knew what he was saying was serious. The sinister, intimidating glint that glimmered in his eyes, you still laughed and nodded.

“Don’t worry John. I’m still a tough nut.” You reassured, bringing your arm up to flex. He laughed and nodded.

“I know you are.” He grinned. You smiled, giving him a quick thumbs up, you took a long, deep exhale as you opened the door to the front yard, and much to your surprise, you weren’t expecting to see Doyoung. 

“Hey… how did you know I was here?” You asked when he turned around, his arms crossed over his chest. He raised his brows, his mouth agape before letting out a breathless laugh, scratching the back of his neck in thought.

“Well, Jaehyun kind of filled me in on what happened between you guys, so I figured to come over and clear some things up.” He shrugged his shoulders, hands falling to his sides as he patted his palms against his pants. You watched, only feeling more confused at this point. You nodded your head, but remained silent. You stepped closer towards him, as he decided best to stay a couple of feet away from the house.

“I’m going to be honest with you, I didn’t exactly like you in the beginning. I didn’t know much about you, and to be frank, you seemed fairly comfortable with Taeyong, more than you were with Jaehyun.” He explained, his face hard to read, but you saw something foreign burn in his eyes.

“Excuse me?” You sniggered, at a loss for words. Doyoung’s sweet smile that he flashed at you when you first saw him was long gone. He took a large step towards you with a menacing glare.

“You wanna know why Jaehyun doesn’t bother going home after the gigs? Because he finally sees this as a good opportunity, and wants to get along with the band and meet some fans. And clearly, you’ve been having a problem with that.” He spat the sentence out as if the words itself were filled with venom. You blinked, once, twice. You didn’t know what to say.

“He told me what happened with you and Taeyong. The kiss, the fight—everything, and it’s clear that he doesn’t need someone as horrible and two-faced as you.”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath to control the raging anger that bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Your hands curled into tight fists, your nails finding solace in the familiar crescent shapes that marked your palms. 

“Is that all you came here for? To tell me how much of a horrible person I am?” Your lip quivered, jaw clenching, you held in every urge in you not to yell at him, to tell him everything that you’ve been feeling, and suddenly you’re the one being called selfish.

“I came here as his friend, and I’m doing this for his own good. You’re no good for Jaehyun, and it’s best that you stay away and never show your face to him anymore. You’ll be doing everyone a favor.” He walked away towards his car, opening the back door, he held a cardboard box in his hands before dropping it in front of your feet.

“I also came to drop this off. It’s clear enough that he’s too heartbroken to see you in his apartment anymore—and if this doesn’t make it official, then I don’t know what will.” 

You looked down to the box, kneeling as you took out the acrylic paints, the tiny piece of cardboard that was covered in greens and blacks. Your fingers lingered on each item, until you saw a canvas turned the other way. With a trembling hand, you reached towards it, turning it around, you saw it was the painting of Jaehyun’s face. Your first painting that made you realize that this was your true passion. 

“Have a nice life, because Jaehyun will now—without you.” Your head snapped up to look over at Doyoung. You reached out a hand towards him, but his back was already facing you as he walked into his car with a grimace, and drove off into the streets. 

You sighed, sitting down on the gravel, your fingers traced the shapes on the canvas. Caressing the painted skin of Jaehyun’s face, you curled your lips to a line. Your vision had become blurred with tears, you shut your eyes before they could even crash, and held the painting close to your chest, sitting there that night, you whimpered to think that maybe things were over with the two of you. And nothing pained you more than that fatal truth. 

Johnny watched you with a pained, sorrowful glance. He sighed as he looked down at your phone in which he held onto, pressing it against his ear as he listened to the voicemail. 

“Baby… please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up, I was selfish—please just give me another chance. I’ll quit the band, I’ll stop drinking. Whatever gives me you, I’ll do it. Please… please just call me back.” 

Johnny frowned as you looked through each trinket in the box outside. A sigh breathed through his lips, he turned to look at Ten who was standing in the hallway, patiently waiting for his husband to return to bed with him. 

He smiled, turning back over to the phone; his smile faltered, Johnny had deleted the voicemail.

[bamby0304]

The Spice of Life- Ch.1

Series Masterlist

Summary: After your character is killed off on the show, Supernatural, you take up your best friend’s offer to live with her while adjusting to your new life. Under the Ackles’ roof, you quickly have your life turned upside down once more when secrets come to light. Before you know it… you’re dragged into the heat of it all, and you love every second of it.

Paring: Danneel x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I will not be doing a series specific tag list. Any asks requesting to be tagged in the story will be deleted. Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon for looking the chapter over xx

Warnings: Explicit language. Poly relationships. Smut. F/F. Fingering. Thigh riding. Oral (female receiving).

Bamby

When you were told your character was going to get killed off you hadn’t been too shocked. Female leads often got the cut in Supernatural, so you were more surprised to have lasted four years than when you heard about your character’s demise. Even though you’d always been waiting for the chop, that didn’t mean you knew what you were going to do next.

Supernatural was like a world of its own. The people were all family, everyone was tight knit. During the years you’d been part of the cast you’d quickly forgotten to keep up to date with the real world. So when you found yourself standing in your trailer after filming that fateful scene… your last scene… you suddenly had no idea where to go next.

Luckily, you had friends.

Months prior, Jensen and Jared had told their wives about your situation, and both women had eagerly invited you to stay with them. You lived in Vancouver but had no reason to stay there without a job. They knew how disorientating it could be after leaving the show, and they were more than willing to help get you on your feet.

In the end you decided to take Danneel up on the offer, which is how you found yourself standing in the spare room of her and Jensen’s amazing home.

“Does Gen hate me?” you asked Jared, looking down at your screen as you video called him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “She is a little disappointed, but she doesn’t blame you. Dani is a cool chick.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

You felt guilty for leaving Mrs. Padalecki alone, having chosen to stay at the Ackles’ instead. But you’d known Dani for almost a decade. You’d met her before you met Jensen. In fact you got the job on Supernatural because of your friendship with the Ackles’. Part of you felt like you owed them for the last five years of your life.

Now here you were, just adding to the list of reasons why you owed them.

“Hey Y/N you wanna-” Dani came to a stop in your doorway, eyes dropping to your phone. “Who ya talkin’ to?”

Turning the phone so she could see the face on the screen, you answered, “Jared.”

“Oh!” Her face lit up as she hurried into the room and dropped onto the bed beside you so you could both fit in the screen. “Hey!”

“Hey.” He smiled back at her, making the corner of his eyes crease. “You two ladies having fun?”

“We’re about to. I’m planning a full Disney night with the kids.” Dani grinned mischievously.

You knew that meant you were going to have to listen to all three of them singing every song, and mumbling every line of dialogue. So really… you were watching the kids, not the movies.

“And in a couple of days we’re having a girls day. The kids are going out, so it’s just gonna be us two, and Gen.” Leaning over, she rested her head on your shoulder. “As much as I wanna keep my favourite girl to myself, I know Gen will never forgive me for hogging.”

Jared laughed lightly, nodding. “You’re not wrong there. Just… try not to have too much fun without Jensen and me.”

“Can’t make any promises.” Dani winked at him.

Something felt… weird.

As the two of them said their goodbyes, you watched carefully. You noted the way Jared tilted his head ever so slightly, a little shy and a little smitten. Dani had this gleam in her eye as she gazed at him through the screen. You could hear the subtle changes in their tones, too…

“Y/N… you okay?” Jared asked, pulling you out of your daze.

Shaking away that train of thought, you nodded quickly. “Mmhm. Yep. I’m fine. I’ll, uh… I’ll talk to you later, Jare. Gotta go. Bye.” Without waiting for him to respond, you ended the call.

Dani’s jaw dropped as you tossed your phone onto the bed. “Y/N what’s gotten into-”

“Are you cheating on Jensen with Jared?” There was no point in beating around the bush.

Her jaw quickly dropped as she stared at you like a doe caught in headlights… and then she laughed and shook her head. “No!” She leaned back and pressed a hand to her stomach as she continued to laugh. “Oh my God.”

Shocked by her outburst, and a little defensive, you explained yourself, “But… the way you two were talking to each other. Seemed like there was something there.”

Taking a moment to calm down, she took a deep breath and then shrugged. “Well, yeah, you’re not wrong. But I’m not cheating.”

“What?” You were thoroughly confused.

“Sweetie,” she tilted her head and watched you carefully as she went on, “Jensen and I have an open relationship… and Jared and I take full advantage of it.”

Holy shit… “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, chuckling lightly.

“How long has this been going on for?”

“A couple of years.” She shrugged.

Wow. You had not been expecting that. Danneel was your best friend, Jensen and Jared were close seconds- with Gen in the mix, of course. The fact you hadn’t known about this little arrangement, that you hadn’t even picked up on a hint of something more, really made you question how observant you were. Had you just been tuned out this whole time?

Watching as your mind whirled, Dani’s frowned ever so slightly. “Hey.” She reached out and took your hand. “We’re good, right?”

“Huh?”

“You… you don’t think any less of us, do you?”

“Oh my God, no!” You shook your head frantically, turning your hand over to intertwine your fingers with hers. “Dani, no. God, how could you even think that?”

“I just… I know it’s not normal, or conventional.”

“What part of ours lives is ‘normal’ or ‘conventional’? Your husband is away most of the year. Like… pretty much the entire year. You don’t see him, and you don’t see Jared, who I know is a dear friend of yours. I’m honestly shocked I never put the pieces together before this.”

Smile returning, she gave your hand a squeeze. “I’m glad you understand.”

“Of course I do. You’re my best friend. I love you.” You gave a firm nod.

Chuckling lightly, she got to her feet and gave you a gentle tug. “Come on. Let’s go get the kids ready for movie night.”

Neither of you let go of the other as you left the room, and headed for the living room where you knew a night of chaotic fun was waiting.

...

The night was better than you could have imagined. The kids were a blast, giggling and singing along to the numerous movies you all ended up watching. You did notice, however, that all the dancing did tire them out- not as quickly as one would hope, though.

By the time Dani and you had put them all to bed, it was nearing midnight. Once all the kids were fast asleep and no longer crawling out of bed to sneak around, you both collapsed back on the couch to take a much needed break.

“One last movie?” Dani asked as reached for the remote to switch to flick through the list of things Netflix had to offer.

“As long as it’s not Disney, animated, or a musical… yes,” you laughed lightly.

Chuckling, she gave a small nod. “Gotcha.”

As she scrolled through lists and lists of shows and movies, one thing in particular caught your eyes.

“You, Me, Her?”

Dani paused for a moment before scrolling back up until the movie was back in view. The two of you stared at it, silent… and then she turned it on without a comment.

It was clear, within a few moments of the show starting, that your attention wasn’t fully focused on the screen. While your eyes remained watching, your mind wandered. You couldn’t help but think about Dani and Jensen’s situation…

When your attention returned to the show, you found yourself watching as one of the female leads- Emma- stood in a restaurant bathroom before the other female character- Izzy- came in to check on her.

You watched, waiting, wondering to see what would happen… and was shocked to watch as Emma then pushed Izzy against the wall and crash her lips against hers. You were unable to look away as they began to make out… and you were unable to ignore the bubbling of heat that began to stir in your stomach.

Eyes flickering over to Dani, you didn’t miss the way she shifted on the spot. As if she could feel your eyes on her, she turned to catch your gaze.

Chewing on her lip, thinking for a moment, she hesitated before reaching for the remote and turning the show off.

“Talk to me.”

“You and Jared… how far does it go?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know the answer.

“All the way.”

“And… does Gen know?”

“She’s in on it.”

“Oh! So, her and Jensen?”

Lips curving into a grin, she nodded. “Yeah. Her and Jensen. Me and Gen. Jared and Jensen. We’re open to it all.” There was a glimmer in her eye as she continued to watch you.

Your back was pressed against the arm of the long couch, on the opposite to her. Your legs were curled on the couch, tucked under a thin knitted blanket. Despite the cozy position, and the cool air in the room… you couldn’t help but shift as your chest began to heave, while you grew warm.

“You and Gen?”

“I’ve always been into girls… or don’t you remember?” The glimmer in her eyes turned dark.

Oh, you remembered. You remembered that night, after too many tequila shots you’d both taken in an attempt to drown the memory of your boyfriend that had dumped you that night. Instead it had drowned you inhibitions… which is how you’d ended up in Dani’s bed. That’s how you found yourself below Dani, with her lips trailing along her neck, sucking dark bruises into your skin as you both rocked against each other, seeking friction.

“I remember,” you breathed, feeling a light flutter of anxious anticipation in your chest.

Humming, she didn’t hide the way her eyes dragged over you. “I think about that night.”

Trying to control your breathing, you somehow managed to respond, “You do?”

“Mmhm.” She nodded, shifting until her knee was on the couch, her whole body turned towards you. “You ever wish we’d done more?”

You swallowed thickly. “More?”

“I do.” Slowly, she leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees, those darkened eyes drinking in the sight of you. “I think about it a lot. I think about how good you tasted… and how other places would taste.” Reaching forward, she curled her fingers around the edge of the blanket draped over you. “I think about the soft purrs you made… and how I wanted them to be louder.” Gently, slowly, she began to drag the blanket away. “I wonder if you’re a screamer.”

Breath hitched in your throat, you could do nothing but watch as she moved further up the couch. She didn’t stop until she was hovering over you, her lips just a couple of inches from yours.

“If you want this,” she started, voice husky, eyes watching as your lips parted on a needy breath, “you’re gonna have to tell me.” Her gaze flicked up to meet yours.

Searching those familiar caramel eyes, you found you’d made your mind up a long time ago.

Reaching up, you wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down, crashing her lips onto yours.

She grinned against you, recovering quickly. The kiss deepened as she leaned down to press her body against yours. You could feel the heat of her skin, the thrum her her pulse, and you had no doubt she could feel the frantic drumming of your heart in your chest.

Her hand grasped your hip as she flicked her tongue against you. Moaning, you opened your lips and drowned in the taste of her as her tongue tangled with yours. Dragging your leg up her thigh, you hooked it over her, wrapping your legs around her as you pulled her flush against you. Sliding her hand up, she snuck it under your shirt and up to your chest, where she squeezed your breast before pinching your nipple between two fingers.

Throwing your head back, you groaned as she twisted and tweaked your nipple, pulling more sounds from you that only encouraged her antics.

Taking advantage of your arched back, Dani leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the pulse on your neck. You jumped at the touch, and moaned, eager for more which she gave.

Sealing her lips over the spot, she sucked a dark mark onto your skin as you writhed under her. Her fingers glided down your sides as she brought them down to the edges of your pyjama pants. Hooking fingers into the band, she began to drag them down. Trailing her lips over your exposed chest, and then over your shirt, before meeting the sensitive skin of your stomach, she looked up and caught your eye as she pulled your pants off.

Grasping your thighs, she spread them as she leaned in to press open mouthed kisses to the edge of your panties. Watching her, breathing heavily, you quickly tugged your shirt over your head and threw it onto the floor. You could feel her lips curl into a grin against you, before she gave your hip a little nip.

Pulling back to sit on her heels, she held your gaze as she began to pluck at the buttons of her pyjama shirt, undoing them one by one. You couldn’t look away- not that you wanted to- as she began to slowly open the shirt to reveal her chest.

Pushing off the arm of the couch, you wrapped an arm around her neck once more as you pressed your lips to hers in an eager and clumsy kiss. Your fingers carded into her hair, holding her against you as she guided you back down. Nipping and sucking on your lips, she groaned into your mouth as her fingers trailed down between your thighs.

Tearing her lips from yours, she met your gaze as her fingers teased your covered slit. You sucked in a breath and jumped, needy but nervous.

Leaning down, she ghosted her lips against the shell of your ear. “Trust me.”

Humming, you turned to press your lips to her jaw as she stroked you gently. “I do.”

Moving back, she pulled away until she was an inch from your lips. “Good.”

Fingers plucked at your panties, pushing them to the side. You whimpered at the first touch of her skin on yours. The way she stroked you slowly, circling your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you arch into her. Pressing at your entrance, she watched as your face twisted with pleasure and need.

Teasingly and agonisingly slow, she pushed two fingers into you.

“Oh, God!” you groaned throwing your head back and tugging on her hair.

Grinning down at you, she pressed her fingers in further, curling them as she sought out that sweet spot. Leaning in, she nipped at your neck, dragging her lips along the hard thrum of your pulse.

When she found your the spot that made you dizzy with need, she barely grazed it before pulling her fingers away. You whined, desperate for more, which just made her chuckle before thrusting her fingers back into you at the same agonising pace.

Each thrust was a tease that slowly worked you up until you were begging. Even then, she didn’t give you what you wanted as she dragged out your delicious torture. Straddling your thigh, she began to grind against you, seeking friction for herself as she watched you unravel underneath her.

It wasn’t until you found yourself unable to form proper word to beg any further when she finally gave you what you needed.

Crawling down your body, she pulled her fingers away from you. A whine barely left your lips before she began to drag your panties down your legs. You watched over your heaving chest, hands coming up to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples. You watched as she threw your panties onto the floor.

Lips curled into a grin that made you clench around nothing, she crawled between your thighs… and hooked them over her shoulders before pressing a kiss to your slit.

Whatever sound you’d been about to make was suddenly caught in your throat as you fisted the couch cushion underneath you, and threw your head back.

Dani paid close attention to the way you reacted to her as she licked and sucked at your slit and clit. Whenever she found a spot that made you whine in desperation, she would graze over it teasingly before moving on. She loved driving you wild, barely giving you a taste of the pleasure you craved.

The brush of her fingers against your entrance made you nod eagerly, and mumble words that would have sounded like pleas if you’d been coherent. Once she’d had the fill in your desperation, she thrust her fingers into you in one smooth move, curled her fingers, and found your sweet spot.

Your hand shot up to your mouth, teeth clamping down one flesh as you held back your scream. Twitching and thrusting against her face, you cried into your fist as a wave of white hot bliss burned your nerves.

As you tried to catch your breath and come down from your climax, Dani remained between your legs, kissing your inner thigh as she gently stroked your walls. Not once did she look away from you, drinking in the sight of you coming undone all because of her touch.

“Fuck,” you breathed, closing your eyes and dropping your head onto the couch arm.

Humming, she sat back on her heels as her fingers pulled out of you, only to stroke your slit slowly. “You looked like you had fun.”

Opening your eyes, watching her kneel between your thighs as she continued to stoke your flames and desire… you snapped.

Sitting up, you pushed her against the back of the couch and quickly straddled her thigh before snaking your hand between her thighs. She bit her still grinning lip as you ran the tips of your fingers along her slit.

“I can tease, too,” you warned.

“You can try.”

Raising an eyebrow at her, you grazed her clit, barely touching her. As expected, her lips parted on a needy gasp as her legs clenched around your thigh.

“That’s what I thought.” Leaning in, you caught her lips in a soft kiss.

She moaned against you as you pressed your fingers into her warmth, seeking out her g-spot. Once you found it, you began to grind against her thigh in time with your strokes, dragging your own pleasure out as you built hers up.

Fisting your free hand into her hair, you tugged her head back as you picked up the pace. She gasped against your lips, allowing you to slide your tongue in to lick at hers. Moaning against each other, thrusting against each other, you rode through the waves as you both reached your peaks and fell over the edge.

Clutching at your hips, encouraging you to keep moving, Dani groaned into your mouth as she came on your fingers, walls clenching and twitching around you. Feeling her come undone, still grinding against her thigh, you were pushed over into an orgasm of your own that left you feeling dizzy and satiated.

Dani looked up at you with swollen lips and shimmering eyes. “Bed?”

“Yes. Please.” You nodded.

Guiding you back carefully, she set you on the couch before getting to her feet. Taking your hand, she reached down to grab her shirt as you rose from the couch. Once standing in front of her, she helped you put the shirt on and then took your hand once more. Reaching up, she caressed your cheek and leaned in for another kiss.

Hand in hand, both of you half naked and a little clumsy as tingles of pleasure pulsed through your limbs, you headed off to bed. Neither of you had to say a word, knowing you’d be sleeping together that night.

Bamby

[sauveteen]

sick | s.m

summary: shawn's kinda sick and you're kinda mad

You sigh, balancing the bowl of soup in one hand, your other clutching the pillow he was trying to hide behind.

"Shawn," You place the soup on the bedside table, "Come on, you're being a baby."

"Yes, but I'm being your baby," Comes his muffled voice from beneath the blankets, and you can't help but let your lips quirk up in amusement. Curling your fingers around the edge of the duvet, you lift it a little to peek at your sick boyfriend.

"Hi? You comfy in there, bud?"

Shawn shifts so he's facing you, lifting his arm to keep the blanket raised. His bicep flexes with the movement, and you have to take a moment to remind yourself that he's sick, and that the last thing you need is an infection. Pushing the blanket back a bit, you let the night lamp illuminate his face, almost grimacing at his state. While he looks adorable — because honestly, when does he not? — he also looks equally tired, eyes red and cheeks gaunt from fatigue. Your heart pulls at the sight, hating the state he's currently in. The state he's currently doing nothing to get out of.

"Please drink your soup, bub," You perch yourself at the end of the bed, hip jutting against his thigh. Leaning over, you push his floppy curls away from his face, resting the back of your hand against his forehead. Wincing at how his body is boiling with fever, you say, "I shredded the chicken, just how you like it."

"I don't want soup," There's an adamant pout on his face, a tick between his brows, "I want you."

"I'm right here, but you need soup to get better, not me. Come on, you're being—"

You don't miss the way he smiles, half a smirk and half a grimace, before he says, "Let's put it to test, then."

"What is that supposed to—," Before you can finish, he arms sneak out from beneath the blankets, curling around your waist and pulling you towards him. You let out a little shriek, eyes going wide, your head hitting his bare chest with a dull thud. Before you can react, he secures an arm around your back, pulling you impossibly close into his body. Throwing his leg over yours, Shawn effectively traps you in place. You flinch a little at his burning touch, but ease up when he cuddles himself into you. Unable to hide your surprise at his sudden strength, you cock an eyebrow at him. He had begged for you to help him to the bathroom in the morning, your velvet blanket draped over his shoulders and right hand intertwined with yours. He returns your questioning gaze with a sheepish grin.

"It's like a sauna in here," You mumble, digging your heels into the mattress and pushing yourself up a bit so you're now face to face with him. He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours, and sighs in contentment.

"S'cause my incredibly hot girlfriend s'in here," Shawn smiles a little as he says it, and you have to try hard not to kiss him right then and there. He sounds sleepy, his words slurring together. When your fingers tangle into his hair, scratching softly at his scalp, his eyes flutter shut as he exhales softly through his nose.

"Will you pretty please drink your soup and have your meds for your incredibly hot girlfriend?"

"Nuhuhh," He murmurs, softly shaking his head, "And I'll sneeze on her if she makes me."

You let out a chuckle, your fingers ghosting up his bare arm, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin, "You don't have a cold, baby."

"If I can fart on command, I can sneeze on command," You shake your head at his boyish antics, and his eyes lazily blink open. He pushes a hand through your hair, combing it away from your face. Watching in fascination as the strands slip through his fingers, he blinks hazily at you, stifling a yawn. Shawn generally isn't very expressive — although you often scold him for it, and he tries to be — so he can't often put into words how much he loves you. Sure, he can write the occasional song and sing the occasional tune, but no lyric in the world is enough for what he feels for you. This gut wrenching feeling of utter and absolute adoration, and it only multiplies as he stares on, looking at the tiniest hints of a content smile on your face. He rubs at the worry lines in your forehead with his thumb, mumbling, "Can I please get a kiss?"

You know that you shouldn't, that you have work and can't fall sick, but the way he's looking at you — all red cheeked and needy, it's so hard for you to resist. So you dip your head down, pressing a soft peck against his chapped lips. Running a finger against his bottom lip after, feeling the groan of protest leaving his throat right after.

"No, like a proper kiss," he whines, puckering his lips, "Please, I promise I won't infect you. Please, baby?"

"I don't think it works like that," You grin, leaning away from him when he tries leaning towards you, lips puckered and eyes scrunched shut. He huffs when you place your palm over his face, pushing him back into the pillow. Before you can pull away, he grabs your wrist, holding your hand to his face. Pressing soft, sweet kisses to the inside of your palm, making you giggle.

"You're so fuckin' cute," You manage to let out, pulling him towards you, your nose nudging against his cheek, "And so fuckin' stupid. Like a little boy left without his 'mama."

"But I'm a big boy," He protests, turning his face so his cheek is pressed against yours. His warm breath fans against your face as he speaks, "And big boys don't drink soup. They drink martinis. Can I get a martini, baby?"

"Are you asking to die?"

"S'not my wish," he mumbles, placing the back of his hand on his mouth to soften his yawn, "but I wouldn't mind."

"Shawn," Your sudden stern voice surprises even you, so it doesn't faze you when Shawn's forehead creases in worry. You place your hand on his cheek, eyes flickering over his face in concern, "You know how I've always supported your work, right?"

"Yeah? Where's this—"

"And I always will support you," you rush out, stroking his cheek, running your fingers from his cheekbone to his chin, "But baby, you need to know when to stop, 'kay? Do you know how much I love you?"

He nods solemnly, all the playfulness in his eyes dying down. Shawn can see you getting a little teary eyed, and he swears that hurts worse than his headache. Choked up, you continue, "Tons. I love you so, so much, bub. What will I do if something happens to you?"

"I—nothing's gonna happen to me, sweetheart, I promise," His eyes desperately search yours, concern painted over his features, "S'just a fever, s'all."

"When your manager calls me up to say he's cancelling a promo tour and sending you home," You gulp heavily, tracing the shell of his ear with your thumb, "That's not just a fever, Shawn."

"Baby," his voice is pleading, not understanding how the conversation went from him refusing to have soup to you all but having a breakdown, "Andrew just got worried. Swear it's not a big deal—"

"When's the last time you slept for a solid eight hours?" Your question catches his off-guard, so you continue, "Had a proper meal? Called your mum to tell her how much you love her?"

He averts his gaze, choosing to focus on the rise and fall of your chest, and you blink your tears away, "I'm so glad you're doing what you love, bub. It makes me the happiest person in the world. But you need to stop overworking yourself, because — come on, Shawn, look at me."

When his eyes fly up to meet yours, you're a little taken aback to see them brimming with tears. Mirroring your expression, "I'm sorry," he mutters, tightening his grip on you. His head buries in the crook of your neck, trying to bottle your scent. You smell like home, like dinner with a glass of wine and movies in his living room. Like the books you read to him, and the songs he sings to you. His nose brushes against your jaw when he continues, his voice muffled now, "M'so sorry. I didn't want to make you sad. Or fall sick, for that matter. I just — there's just, so much pressure," He pulls away from you, hand gently cupping the back of your head, "I guess, I just want to make everyone happy, you know? I just didn't realise..."

When he trails off, your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "Didn't realise what?"

There's so much sincerity in his eyes when he looks at you that you feel something melt underneath your skin, "That in the process of making everyone happy... I was upsetting the one person whose happiness matters the most."

You choke back a sob, shaking your head. Refusing to look at him, you duck your head, muttering, "That's the cheesiest thing I've heard. I hate you."

Luckily for you, he doesn't see the stupid blush that starts staining your cheeks then, growing from the bottom of your neck to the tip of your nose. You press a kiss against his collarbone, only to hear him inhale sharply. When you place your fingers against his chest, you can almost feel his love beneath his warm skin, thumping underneath your hand. It takes all of your willpower to not start bawling your eyes out, because you're with the most beautiful boy in the world. The most beautiful, sick and stupid boy.

Despite his eyes threatening to fall shut, he manages a grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder and scooping you into him, "The cheese comes with the whole package, babe."

In Shawn's mind, big red letters flash CRISIS AVERTED, and he has to blink several times to get rid of them. When he realises that you were saying something, he blinks at you, bambi eyes widening slightly.

"Huh?"

"I said," you press, almost Awwing at the sight, "Your soup's getting cold."

"What soup?" He feigns innocence, pretending to yawn, "I'm so tired. Time for sleep. Bye, honey."

Before he can slump back into the pillow, you sneak an arm underneath his back, pushing him up with all your might. "If you drink your soup I'll give you a kiss."

"A proper one?"

"The proper-est kiss to have existed."

"But," he says as you help him lean back against the headboard, handing him his soup, "But I don't want you to fall sick!"

"Kiss me somewhere else, then," There's a twinkle in your eye, and Shawn immediately perks up, his eyes going wide. There's an almost comical look to his face, and you don't understand how he manages to look so excited and so expressive while being half-dead.

"Can I? Can I really? Just sit on my face and I'll suck you dry, I swear. I don't even need any energy to do that."

"Shawn!" You exclaim, unable to help the loud laughter that bubbles up your throat, "Do you not give up? Also, suck me dry? You sound like a pedophile."

Shawn rolls his eyes as he laps at his soup, tongue poking out to catch a drop to manages to escape his mouth. You gulp, and he continues, "What do you want me to say? Let me devour your nether regions?"

"Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Please just drink your damn soup, babe."

[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Dancing, Kisses, and Poppies

“I’ll be seeing you…” The beautiful voice of Billie Holiday pours through the speakers of Harry’s black Range Rover.

“What are you doing?” I giggle in shock as Harry throws the car in park in the middle of the road and pushes pause on the song. He doesn’t answer me. Jumping out of the car, he runs around the front of the vehicle and opens my door.

“Come on.” Grabbing my hand, Harry pulls me out and around the car.

“Harry. What is going on?” I’m confused as he leads me into a field of beautiful orange poppy flowers. Harry showed up this morning looking adorably cute in his torn black skinny jeans, white tee shirt and pink bandana around his neck. He was almost giddy with excitement, bouncing on his toes as he explained we were going to one of his favorite spots in LA for our second date. We drove for about an hour and a half until he randomly stopped at this poppy field.

“Trust me. Stay right here.” Harry holds his hand up before running back to the car. The volume is turned up and the song has started over. The piano begins to play as Harry jogs towards me. “Will you dance with me?” His face is so tender and sincere that I don’t wait a second to answer.

“I would love to.” I reply. Resting my hand on his shoulder, I relax when his arm is placed on my waist. My body tingles at the closeness when he draws me closer, clasping our hands together. His fingers are warm against mine; his thumb rubbing softly against my skin in the same rhythm as our rocking back and forth.

I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day and through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut trees The wishing well

Harry sings softly along with the music that is being pumped through the valley of beauty that was created just for us.

“I love this movie.” I say gently after he spins me and guides me back into his embrace. His arms feel safe; I am protected and calm with them around my body.

“The Notebook is one of my favorites.” He hums against my temple. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this. Dance like Noah and Allie. To this song.” His breath brushes across my skin, and I feel tingles erupt like bumblebees who have swarmed after their hive has been attacked.

“I’ve always hoped I would be able to experience a type of love like theirs.” I say. The music continues in the background as our chests come close to touching. The sway of our dancing is sweet and the moment tender. The pause after my comment feels like I confessed something that isn’t really second date material, until I sense him opening his mouth.

“I love their relationship. Noah and Allie are always honest with each other; they have fun; they overcome the forbidden love; they fight but they always make up, and they have a love that is unconditional. But my favorite thing about Allie and Noah is that even though they had bumps along the way, they loved each other until the end.” His thoughts on their relationship are deep, and I long for a love like theirs. “I hope that someday, I can experience a love like that. One that lasts. No matter what.” He pulls away from my temple, looking me in the eyes before turning my body around so my back is against his chest.

My body fits against his perfectly as we float back and forth, finishing out the song. His voice sings the final lines, and it makes my heart melt into a massive puddle.

I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you

Harry spins me out before bringing me close one more time for the final move of our little performance. He leans me back, dipping me towards the ground. The move is sexy, until my foot slips and Harry attempts to grab me. His body looks like Bambi learning how to walk as he scrambles to help keep me from hitting the ground.

“Oh sh.. are you okay? Elizabeth. I’m so sorry.” We land on the ground, our bodies intertwined, and I burst into a ginormous fit of giggles.

“That was fun.” I giggle as we lay surrounded by the beautiful poppy flowers.

“May I kiss you?” Harry asks. His eyes pierce my soul as he asks the simple question. A question I had never been asked before. Typically boys just kiss me. But there is something about him asking that is respectful, sweet, and extremely endearing. I bite my lip before nodding my head yes.

His hand cups my cheek as he steers his face closer to mine. Harry allows his lips to hover, pausing before placing his mouth against mine. Our first kiss begins softly. His lips are warm against mine, and I’m nervous as I feel the need to impress him. His thumb caresses my jaw, and it causes my body to immediately relax. My mouth opens, granting Harry access to explore the uncharted territory. His tongue runs along my bottom lip before it begins to search every inch of my mouth. I’m able to suck his bottom lip, and it pulls softly between my teeth as Harry retracts slightly.

“Hey. I like you.” Harry rests his forehead against mine, rubbing our noses together. “I really, really like you.” His voice melts my soul like butter in a hot skillet.

“So I guess it’s a good thing I like you too?” I smile, closing my eyes as he scoots his body closer to mine.

“Mmm, a very good thing.” He replies before taking my mouth in his once again. The fireworks that explode when our lips connect are a bigger show than the 4th of July. Our tastes meld together as we allow our tongues to tangle in a rhythm that follows the beat of the newest Adele song now playing through the speakers.

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.” I say, quoting my favorite line from the movie as we disconnect for a moment, allowing us to catch our breath. “And Harry, you have awakened my soul.”

“Elizabeth, you have planted a fire in my heart.” Rolling me over. Harry brings our lips close to each other, hovering, but not touching. “And I can’t wait to see if you will by my Allie, and if I will be your Noah.” Entwining our lips together, creating a moment that stirs my soul, planting a fire in my heart, bringing a peace to my mind that is unlike any type of serenity I have ever experienced.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I have had a crazy week. Thank you @whoopsharrystyles for dropping everything without question to read my writing. It makes my soul happy. YOU make my soul happy! I love you butterfly much and so much more. 

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[bhyunni]

Getting to know BAMBAMS-A-BABE I guess

NAME-

Chrisstyle (Chrissy)

BIRTHDAY-

July 12, 2003 think??

Tbh I don’t even know lmaooo, went from the 12th, to the 7th, to the 4th, to the 14th, and then back to the 12th y’all

RELATIONSHIP STATUS-

Single, but I’ve got friends and fam to keep me satisfied!!

PIERCINGS I HAVE-

One piecing on each lobe, but I want a second pair on the lobe as well,,

THE MEANING BEHIND MY USERNAME-

BamBam is a B A B E. My babe tho.

Like, I love him!! I also wanted my username to be Baekhyuns-A-Babe because I love him, too, so I just made a side-blog that I don’t use called strawberry-baekgels because at the time, I’d been eating bagels with strawberry cream cheese.

GROUPS I STAN (and listen to)-

BTS • GOT7 • EXO+CBX • DAY6 • PLT

NCT 127 • The Rose • Monsta X

FANXY CHILD • SF9 • SNUPER

Stray Kids • Pentagon • B.A.P

Seventeen • iKon • MOBB • JBJ • KNK

FAVOURITE MOVIE-

I’m boutta’ add a bunch because there simply cannot be one.

Moana • Coco • Bambi • Balto • Bolt

Fox and the Hound • 101 Dalmatians

To Kill a Mockingbird

I love Disney y’all, like,,

It’s gREAT, and it makes me cry.

A FACT ABOUT MY PERSONALITY-

I used to be extremely quiet, and still am when I’m not around friends or fam because I’m super shy, but super chill. Very optimistic! I’m almost always in a good mood, and even when I’m not in a good mood, I’m patient and slow to anger, though some things do annoy me. I’d say that I’m super caring, and I try to be friendly as possible and equal to everyone I come in contact with. Like, one of my friends classified me as the “Mom friend” LMAO. I worry about everyone, and can get a little paranoid about losing them?? or that they think that I don’t care about them because I’m a sarcastic person and sometimes people can’t tell when I’m joking or when I’m being serious. Another thing about my personality is that I get so caught it in helping others, and worry about others that sometimes I forget that I need to take care of myself, and sometimes my optimism blinds me from doing that.

Oops, popped off there! I think I did factS instead of A fact.

WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT MYSELF-

I don’t like asking for help because it makes me feel like a bother to others, so I suffer in silence most of the time unless somebody straight up asks me.

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT MYSELF-

Everything else. Gotta have those good vibes amirite?

IDEA OF THE PERFECT DATE-

Picnic under the stars on a cool night • A walk on a chilly, Autumn afternoon and our hands are intertwined because my hands get cold fast and I love a good handwarmer- and we just enjoy the scenery and crisp air

WEAKNESS-

Being yelled at, and feeling like a disappointed to those I care about.

BIGGEST TURN ON-

•Someone that can surpass or find a way around my way of thinking, 😩👌

RANDOM FACT I KNOW-

There are turtles that breathe through their butts.

LAST TIME I CRIED AND WHY-

Today I was watching the BTS theory videos, and I was watching the one about Spring Day and the Omela’s Theory, like bROo that stuff is deep. When I think about it I start tearing up again so lemme stop.

FAVORITE FOOD-

French fries never get old, there are so many kinds. How did we ever become so blessed??

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN-

A SHEEP LMAOO, YIXING WHERE YOU AT BOI. BE CAREFUL SHEEP IN THE NEIGBOURHOOD 🐑🐑🐑

FAVOURITE SEASON-

Autumn hands down.

HOW LONG I TAKE TO GET READY-

Depends on the occasion. I can take a minute or two, to thirty.

SOMEWHERE I WANT TO VISIT-

Tokyo, Switzerland, New York, South Korea and/or Australia

OTHER LANGUAGES I SPEAK-

Learning Spanish. I can write it, and understand it, but cannot speak fluently or it’ll take me a year to come up with a sentence.

THE COLOUR OF MY EYES-

Dark brown hhh

MY LOVE LANGUAGE-

Japanese, Spanish, and Korean.I’ve wanted to be multilingual since forever and learn German, Italian, French, Portuguese, Thai, Japanese, and Korean is now on my bucklist.

TALENTS-

Nothing special.

MY ULTIMATE BIAS(ES)-

BamBam| Baekhyun| Chanyeol| Yoongi

CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO-

Bold of you to think I’ve been to any at all.

LAST BOOK I READ-

First They Killed My Father, I forgot the author.

FAVOURITE ICECREAM FLAVOUR-

Coconut, vanilla, cookies&cream, or peach!!

CATS OR DOGS-

Definitely dogs, but I would own a kitten. I love kittens and dogs, but full grown cats just aren’t for me. But hey, I like drawing cats more than I like drawing dogs,, wildcats that is.

SONG I’M LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW-

I’m not listening to anything right now, but if I was, it’d be Take You Home by Baekhyun or Lay’s Namanana.

DAY OR NIGHT-

Night, but I get super paranoid at night, too sooo,, I’m kind of both tbh, even though Im more of an evening gal rather than a night or day one.

DO I LIKE ROLLERCOASTERS-

Never been on one, so I’d be scared to death, but I’m a pretty brave coward if I’m being honest. I’d be the one person to point at the highest, scariest ride and everyone is like “nO” even though I’m scared.

LUCKY NUMBER-

7 and 21

FAVOURITE QUOTE-

“I live so I love.” -Kim Namjoon

FAVOURITE ALBUM-

• 7 for 7 by GOT7

• Most Beautiful Moment In Life pt.2 by BTS

WHAT I FIND ATTRACTIVE IN OTHER PEOPLE-

• Wit

• Humor, and down-to-earthness

BATTERY PERCENTAGE-

100%, lmao this thing always charged

WHAT IM DOING TOMORROW-

Imma sleep in, read some fics, and take naps.

NATIONALITY-

American.

FAVOURITE SONG-

21 by Dean.

STUFFED ANIMALS I OWN-

A bunch of Beanie Boos that I’ve had for a long time, and 3 bears.

WITCHES OR VAMPIRES-

How about werewolves (;