#watermelon cheeks is so endearing!!!

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12-7 ROOM (part two)

Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.

▪︎Pairing: brother's best friend!Hyuck x fem reader

▪︎Genres: poor attempt at rom com, fluff

▪︎Warnings: alcohol consumption, profanity, suggestive jokes, kissing, and some very light suggestive scenes.

▪︎Word count (part 2): 7721 words

playlist | extra content: mc's IG stories

Author's note: hi everyone :') sorry for being so absent and never posting the final part to 12-7 room. But hey, I finally got the motivation to do it. I've been also writing other things but I don't know when I'll finsih them or post them. Anyways, if you want to take a look, the other things I'm always working on are listed on my wips page. Once again, sorry for taking too long to post this and I hope someone can enjoy it anyway. Thank you so much for the love on part 1! Seriously, thank you. This isn't proof read so tell me if you find any mistakes, please and thank you. Enjoy!

Saturday, 08:37 p.m.

"I feel like we're betraying Mark."

"Why?"

"We're having a sleepover without him," you explain to Donghyuck while you extend your left hand to him, and he places his right hand over your palm, so you can continue painting his nails with a black polish. "You know, we're listening to Bruno Mars, eating watermelon–"

"Aren't we supposed to eat watermelon in the summer?" Donghyuck interrupts you to ask.

"Real watermelon enjoyers eat watermelon no matter what time of the year it is–Hyuck!" you scream after he makes a sudden move to grab a piece of fruit from the bowl and half his index finger ends up covered in black nail polish. "Stop moving your hand!"

"I'm sorry!"

He apologizes and stays still in front of your body, legs crossed and knees touching yours. Donghyuck is so close you can feel his breath in your hair, and even though you know it's impossible for him to hear your heart-rate increasing exponentially, you fear the closeness and the intimacy may give you away. Honestly, by this time you thought you might have figured it out: you had to either rethink your relationship and conclude that you were only going to be friends forever, or accept your feelings and confess to him, no matter what the outcome could be.

But you find yourself finishing Donghyuck's nails and looking up to him, who was–as more often as you thought–already looking at you. He smiles to you sweetly, no teeth on sight, and he looks ridiculous. Donghyuck is wearing a sheet mask with the form of a peach, yet you still find the sight in front of you incredibly endearing. The worst part about it is that you're looking as ridiculous as him, with the lemon-shaped sheet mask covering your face. You feel his thumb gently caress the back of your hand that he was still holding even long after you've finished. And as his soft features are illuminated by the warm dim lights of the lamp and the TV, as he holds your hand and looks at you as if you might be the prettiest lemon he has seen, you get that feeling again.

The comfort, the domesticity. The urge to be his companion, to share moments like this and many more. Every day.

Your phone buzzes as you set an alarm to take the masks off twenty minutes ago.

Donghyuck lets your hand go. He lets go of your heart too—but only for a second. He cradles your face, his soft fingertips pet your jaw, then your cheeks, and you can't hold his gaze anymore. You want to look down, drop your head before you start word-vomiting everything you're feeling and you've been feeling for him since the moment you met, since that first time he cooked ramen for you and you decided you wanted it to be your comfort food forever.

Donghyuck won't let you look down, though. He applies pressure with his fingers in the place where your neck and your jaw meet and with his thumbs on your cheeks. Your lips naturally pout under the pressure and you see it. Donghyuck. Your best friend. The guy you've liked forever now, looking at your lips for what you think it's been like the fourth time this weekend. And it's only been hours since the weekend started.

Is it really going to happen? Are you about to kiss Donghyuck right now? On the living room's couch on a saturday night in, under the dim lights, while Silk Sonic's Love's Train plays in the background and you're wearing fruit-shaped sheet masks?

It is fucking romantic.

Yet it never comes.

It doesn't happen.

Donghyuck just says: "It's time to take the masks off."

And you agree because, well, what the hell are you supposed to do? Just throw yourself all over him like you, maybe, have been imagining? Donghyuck takes your mask off your skin and you take his, that leaves his face looking the softest and smelling like sweet peaches. That definitely doesn't help your situation.

You're incredibly frustrated. Upset, even, like a kid who got denied his candy. (You wish Donghyuck was your candy.) You hate this sleepover now and even wish Mark was here to cock-block the entire situation. That would be less upsetting.

"And?" He asks once both of you have your masks off. "Do I look cuter now?"

Oh, so he's aware he's already incredibly cute.

You can't contain a smile. He's only centimeters away from you after he quickly moves back to look for his glasses. You feel the need to poke his cheeks that look as soft as marshmallows and smell like fucking peaches. Actually, you might feel the need to eat him.

But you don't dare say anything. Only trying to hide your smile looking down, as your face grows red, you let Donghyuck think of his own conclusions after your reaction.

Thing is, you're kind of a coward.

Donghyuck says it's time to netflix and chill, and you laugh because the statement is followed by a "Literally. Don't start thinking about something dirty."

He places himself on the mattress on the floor (the one you've been sleeping since you arrived), a bunch of pillows supporting his back, and makes room for you. He's cheeky enough to pat his stomach to tell you to lie there, between his legs and over his body. Just like that, as if you hadn't been melting before just by holding his hand in yours or having your knees touch. And now he wants you to lie on his stomach?

Are you really that close? If so, why isn't he your boyfriend yet?

You open your eyes wider and point a finger at yourself. "Me. Me?" Your voice comes out full of disbelief.

"Not you. Mark," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Of course it's you! Unless you don't want to lay together?"

"I mean…"

How do you make it sound not so desperate, not too obvious?

You just shrug and say, "Yeah, sure."

Aced it.

Donghyuck's body feels like the softest mattress you've ever laid on, like you could close your eyes and sleep trapped in his limbs forever. And because of the closeness, you can sense the vibrations of his voice traveling from his torso to your ears. His tone is quiet and gentle, talking about what to watch to no one in particular because, even though he's talking to you, you're too concentrated on opening your camera and capturing the moment in a video of the two of you.

"Look how cute," you say, moving your arm to his eye level to show him the video. "You talk in pout when you're really concentrated."

When you're conscious of the surroundings once again, you're sure you've replayed the video with a smile on your face like ten times.

"You should upload that."

"I've posted enough about you," you reply to his suggestion, going back and saving the video to your drafts. "People are gonna think you're my boyfriend or whatever…"

"Would that be so bad?" Donghyuck questions with his eyes fixed on the TV screen. When you move your head back to look up at him, he dares to connect eyes with you. "People thinking I'm your boyfriend?"

Sunday, 12:02 p.m.

Donghyuck had always been clingy.

Yet you didn't know he could be this clingy in the mornings.

Mark has been trying to get Donghyuck out of bed for like ten minutes now, but he won't get up. While your brother is pulling his arm out, Donghyuck pulls Mark's arm in, asking him to join him and sleep 'just a little more'.

Yes, your brother found you both sleeping on the mattress in the living room. No, you and Donghyuck were not clinging to each other (sadly). But Hyuck was for sure clinging to your brother now.

"Mark!" He protests in a sleepy tone. "What do you want if you won't come in?"

"We were supposed to have brunch together," your brother tells Donghyuck again, yet he must be too sleepy to process what's happening.

"I won't go." Donghyuck states and doesn't even open his eyes again. The living room is clear enough, as the winter sun has been hitting for hours now. But it isn't an impediment for him to curl up under the blankets like a burrito and go back to sleep.

Mark drops his shoulders and allows himself to sigh, finally defeated by his heavy-sleeper best friend. "I guess it's just you and me, y/n."

—

Fortunately for you, the weather has been amazing since you arrived in the city where your brother lives. Saturday was no different, with a clear blue sky above your heads despite it being winter, and the sun shining just the right amount to touch your skin and leave it warm. A little breeze messes with you and your brother's freshly dyed hair as you sit outside a coffee shop, brunch almost all devoured on the table. Mark hums to a familiar jazzy tune that plays all the way from inside the café.

And the atmosphere is beautifully calm. But you need to get something out of your chest. For once.

"So," you start and Mark moves eyes from his food to set them on you, expectant of your next words with a mouth full of pancakes and fruit. "I think I like Donghyuck."

Mark starts coughing after hearing you, and you wonder if it is because of the shock of your confession or because he really is that careless to get the food stuck in his throat.

"Yeah, I knew," he confirms once it's clear for him to speak again.

"The fuck you mean 'you knew'?"

"I mean, honestly, it's pretty obvious." Your brother can't hide a smile. He drops the fork to properly talk to you this time. "Like, you've always had some kind of thing… I don't know, I thought I had a special connection with Hyuck," he says pointing at himself, eyes wide with what could look like a little bit of shock. "But you two… You two are something else."

"Oh God," you cover your face in embarrassment even though after your brother's words there's no point in hiding anything anymore. "So you've been watching me acting like a fool in love around Donghyuck all this time, and you said nothing."

"I didn't say anything 'cuz I thought it had to come from you." He shrugs. "Wanted you to feel comfy enough to tell me, even though I had my suspicions, obviously."

"May I ask… Why," you hesitate a little before asking for a third-person perspective. "Why were you suspicious about it?"

"Dude, I don't know," a small laughter escapes him. "You just look like you'd be all over each other if you could."

You just groan in frustration hearing your brother saying you might have been way more obvious than you thought you were. Temperature rises to your cheeks coloring them a little red, and not because of the midday sun hitting right from above your head.

"And you can," Mark says, yet you don't get it, the tilting of your indicating he has to clarify. "Like, you can be all over each other. I don't know why nothing has happened between the two of you yet."

"'Cuz I don't know if he likes me?"

"How could you know if you don't try?"

Your gaze drops to your lap, and you realize you've been playing with the rings of your hands, taking them off and putting them on over and over, indicating the conversation is making you a little nervous.

Mark must notice, since he keeps talking. "Just tell him, dude. Best case scenario, he also likes you, you move out together and make me free from Donghyuck's ass."

The way he puts it makes you laugh, yet there's a slight weight to your eyes, as if tears could start falling down slowly at any time after holding your feelings in for so long. So you take a deep breath, blink a few times and look at the sun.

The sun, shining in its maximum splendor in the middle of the sky. And you wonder what he's doing right now. Donghyuck, or Haechan, as his mother used to call him when he was little. Full Sun, because he's always so bright and energetic, like a happy virus (Mark would also call him a pain in the ass, but you see, it depends on who you ask.)

"Worst case scenario, you remain as good friends," Mark continues. "C'mon, you know him, he's not a dick. You just gotta try talking to him."

You gulp and nod at him, now trying to make eye contact with a subtle smile on your face. Another deep breath. "You're right. Donghyuck won't hurt me, no matter what the outcome is."

Monday, 01:43 a.m.

On Mark's phone...

Meanwhile at the livingroom...

"Hyuck–wait. Can't we go slower?!"

"Look at that!" Donghyuck screams pointing at the TV screen, after taking the airpod off his right ear. You do the same with the one you were using, and the music from the game stops playing in your head. "I got a perfect score!" And he continues to do a silly victory dance, moving his hips from side to side with his arms in the air.

You really don't want to be mad at Donghyuck right now.

"This is so unfair," you tell him, stepping out of the frame and leaving the remote on top of the game console. "You didn't tell me you were this good. And you know I can't dance at all."

"You're right," Donghyuck says sincerely, a hand on his chest, right in front of his heart and all. "I didn't tell you I'm a dancing god and took advantage of your poor dancing skills to win the Just Dance."

You really don't want to get mad at him, but sometimes he makes it pretty much impossible.

"You." A hand comes in contact with Donghyuck's arm. Your hand. "Dirty." Another slap. "Bastard." And another one. "I hate you so much!"

"Hey!" He protests rubbing his arm after you slapped it. "Lying is a sin."

"I'm not lying," you say. "I hate you. You put on the fastest choreo to follow."

Donghyuck follows you around to the kitchen and watches your every move. He's right behind you, his eyes following your motions when you fill a glass with water, when you gulp it down, when you clean it and leave it back on the counter. He's hot on your heels when you come back to the common area and take the inflatable mattress out to get ready to sleep. He's still following your moves carefully when you put on the sheets and when you lay on it with the remote of the TV in hand. He only takes his eyes off your body when the Netflix logo appears on the screen and he notices you're about to watch the show you two started together.

You know he's dying for a word from you.

"You don't mean it," he says, now free of all mocking tones.

"I don't mean what?"

"You don't hate me."

You're pretty sure Donghyuck doesn't need you to confirm that you weren't serious. Naturally, he has always shown himself as a very self-assured and friendly person; It's not normal that people don't like Donghyuck. However, when you meet his eyes, wide and expectant of your response, and perhaps wet with a little insecurity, you understand that things are not always what they seem.

"How could I ever hate you, Hyuck?" you tell him to extend a hand in his direction, inviting him to lay on your side on the mattress. 

Relief takes over his expression, and a wide smile is plastered on his face. He's quick to get comfortable (maybe too comfortable, not that you really mind) laying his head on your lap, and moving your left hand to his hair that looks like it's got longer over the days. You know he wants you to play with it—Donghyuck loves getting his hair played with. The fourth episode of My First First Love starts playing on the TV screen, and you hear Donghyuck sigh contentedly.

The subtle strokes at the hair on his nape get Donghyuck smiling again and exhaling deeper at your tranquil touch. And, not to be biased, but the colored lights coming from the TV highlight the softest, most beautiful face features you've seen in your life. In an act of courage, you move your fingertips from his hair, to his sharp jaw, to his cheekbones, gently caressing the warm skin.

Donghyuck moves his head on your lap until he's no longer watching TV. Neither are you. You're just staring at each other in silence. He's letting you stroke every part of skin until  the tip of your fingers make it to his lips. His plump pink lips that have been tempting you more and more the past days. And he places a kiss there. On the tip of your fingers.

You freeze and grow red. Then he places another kiss, and another, making it three the times you've felt Donghyuck's lips on your skin.

It may be driving you crazy.

He's careful with his movements, so careful it turns almost painful watching him. Donghyuck grabs your wrist and gets up to sit beside your spot on the mattress. Doesn't let go of your hand—instead,  he holds it tenderly, caresses the back of it with his thumb, then places another kiss there.

Four times you've felt Donghyuck's lips on your skin. Five. Six—he just placed a kiss on your palm. Wait, another on your wrist. That's seven kisses so far.

But it's not enough. Now you've felt his lips you want them everywhere, all the time. So when he gets your hand closer to keep kissing you there, you grab his face. Feel the skin there, of his jaw, of his neck, and it's really hot. You think you might even feel the rapid pace of his pulse when you press your fingers on his neck (but it could also be your own.) Lastly, you tangle your fingers in his hair that he has let grow during these weeks of winter break. You tug on it a little, just enough to let him know you want him close. Closer, please.

And Donghyuck sighs, more like he fucking moans.

You wonder if you should say something before moving forward. What about all the things you talked to Mark yesterday? Should you tell him about how you feel before kissing him? What does he want? And what would this be after you kiss?

The call of your name interrupts your torment of thoughts.

"Please," he begs in a whisper, eyes closed as your noses brush against each other. "I'll die if I don't kiss you right now."

A laugh comes out of you because he always has to be that exaggerated, but you decide to set all questions aside for a moment to just dive into him.

He starts off very gently, with his slightly parted lips pressing against yours. They are indeed as fleshy and soft as they look, and taste like a cherries lipbalm. Donghyuck repeatedly places small kisses on your lips until you open your mouth a little more, and he captures your lower lip, biting a bit there. It gets another little tug on his hair from you, a sigh of relief after tasting his mouth after years of longing, and everything becomes more needy.

Donghyuck grabs at both sides of your head to deepen the kiss, smashing lips together repeatedly and kissing you sloppily. When you allow him to, he pushes his tongue into your mouth and you push your body closer to his.

He grabs your wrist not neglecting your lips even a second, as if the both of you were magnetized, and places his palm on your waist inviting you to his lap. It makes you laugh out of nervousness, so Donghyuck opens his eyes to watch you straddle him and place yourself on top of him very carefully.

His touch travels from your waist to the sides of your torso, his right hand in a place that you're sure allows Donghyuck to feel your increased heart rate. Your hands cradle his neck, then tug at the hair of his nape as he observes you kind of mesmerized, inhaling deeply, smiling a little and wetting his lips before you're diving into each other once again.

You've lost count of the amount of times you've felt Donghyuck's sweet lips on you by now. But you're sure of one thing: you don't want it to be the last.

"In case you were still wondering," he breaks the kiss to talk to you. "I like you, kinda a lot."

His hair is slightly disheveled from all the pulling, his lips are shiny and swollen, and he looks a little agitated. In his incredibly dilated black pupils you can see the reflection of your smile.

"I also like you, Hyuck," you finally confess to him. "I like you like, a huge amount."

He lets out a sigh of relief, more like a scream, and you're quick to cover his mouth reminding him that your brother is supposed to be sleeping five meters away from you. Yet, you can't help but laugh at his reaction.

He presses your foreheads together as his hands caress your sides, from your knees, to your waist, and to your lower back. Both your thumbs stroke his cheeks gently before you move to place some smooches there, in each of Donghyuck's moles (that is all over his face.) You think of all the times you imagined doing exactly that and find it hard to believe there's a possibility you could have Donghyuck any time you want now.

You only have to talk it out and see how things could progress between the two of you in the future. In the meantime, you'll keep smooching the literal personification of the sun (that might be because he feels hot as fuck right now, or because his smile is bright as the sun, or maybe he could be both.)

(Still) Monday, 01:00 p.m.

Donghyuck has had his head over the clouds since last night. After a heavy make-out session with you and some cuddling, he went back to his shared bedroom to sleep at like four a.m., being the most quiet possible to not wake your brother up and maybe having him asking what the hell was Donghyuck doing with you in the living room until four in the morning. He can’t escape the knowing smile Mark gives him though, when he wakes up and sees Donghyuck already up and working at his desk.

Donghyuck pretends everything is normal, greeting Mark good morning as usual.

“Good morning, Melk.”

“You sound too happy,” Mark groans in response, still sitting on his bed only half awake.

Donghyuck checks the time on the corner of his computer; one p.m. during holidays is like eight a.m. to Mark. Your brother just sits there for a while and Donghyuck goes back to studying for amoment, until the silence of the room gets interrupted.

“Yo,” Mark calls to attract Donghyuck’s attention. “What you did last night was fucking nasty.”

“What–” Donghyuck tries asking, only to have Mark interrupting him.

“I heard you two going at it," he starts with a very serious expression that gets Donghyuck's blood completely drained from his face. What could've Mark possibly heard? "My sister was telling you to go slower and everything.'' Mark makes some gagging sounds to add to his point and Donghyuck grows as equally embarrassed and amused at your brother’s assumptions.

“You think we fucked?” Donghyuck asks in complete disbelief. An exaggerated nervous laugh follows the question. “With you in the house?” He points a finger at Mark.

“You didn’t?”

“Sorry to tell you what you heard was us playing Just Dance. The last choreo was too hard and y/n couldn’t follow it.”

Donghyuck watches his best friend rub the sleep off his eyes and get up from the bed while he denies with his head, looking kind of defeated. “You’re both the biggest losers I’ve ever known,” Mark says, referring to you and Donghyuck.

“Hey!” Donghyuck starts to defend himself, his eyes grow bigger as his brows go up, and the characteristic Donghyuck pout starts to show, like in every situation a discussion is involved. “It was fun! We had a good time, ask her.”

“Losers made for each other, I swear.” Mark emphasizes his point. “So you didn’t fuck.”

Donghyuck doesn't look up from his math notes to answer. There's no way in hell he's having this conversation looking at Mark in the face. “By now, I’m sure I might be a virgin again.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Mark can’t contain a laugh, though. “That’s bad for your health. Get your dick wet already.”

“I’m just waiting for the right time with your sister.”

“Hey! You can’t joke like that anymore.” Donghyuck knows by Mark’s tone all the bickering has become dead-serious now. It has always been like this when it’s about you. First they joke a little about it, then Donghyuck reminds Mark how much he truly likes you, and lastly Mark tells Donghyuck to just confess to you already because he’s tired of hearing about it. “If you’re joking about my sister I’m gonna beat you up.” Mark reminds him.

“Sorry.” This time, Donghyuck is brave enough to face his best friend. It’s kind of hard for Donghyuck to believe it when Mark tells him he’s getting beated up, though, when Mark’s wearing the pajamas Johnny got him as a gift recently–some blue panty with a moose on the back that says ‘don’t moose with me’. “I’m not joking about her.”

“I know.” Mark covers the pajamas that distract his friend so much as he puts on his jeans. “You like each other so much it’s disgusting.”

Donghyuck can’t hide his smile after hearing that, and it reminds him of all the kisses you shared last night, which makes him grow red in the face. Nothing a little more bickering with your brother can’t hide.

“You’re sooo cruel to me, Markie.” Donghyuck tries to hug Mark before he’s leaving the room, but morning Mark has always been like a stray cat who doesn’t like affection (unless it comes from Yuta, which Donghyuck can’t comprehend very well but he supposes the japanese has something pretty magnetic.)

“Get off of me!”

“Only a lil’ kiss, pleaaase!”

They struggle at the door of the room and into the common area. Donghyuck with his lips millimeters from Mark's face while Mark tries with all his might to get away from Donghyuck, who can be like a tick. They're so caught up in their things neither of them has noticed you're there, observing the entire interaction.

“Why don’t you go and kiss y/n? I’m sure she’ll enjoy it,” you hear Mark say when he finally frees himself from Donghyuck.

It’s at this moment that you know you are hearing too much, so you clear your throat to let them know that you are there too. They both freeze after turning around and seeing you sitting at the kitchen island. Your brother Mark, the great opportunist and master at escaping from uncomfortable situations, greets you good morning and is off to work in a second, leaving you and Donghyuck alone in the apartment.

You watch Donghyuck get closer to where you’re sitting. He hasn’t changed from his sleeping shorts and the hoodie he was wearing last night–the same hoodie you pulled on as you kissed in the same mattress laying meters behind him. Yet you don’t know how to describe the sensation you’re feeling right now. After seeing the boy you like the most fighting your brother for a kiss, your stomach feels… weird? You know the kind of relationship they have–they’re best friends, they bicker and fight and make up all the time. They live based on Donghyuck love-bombing Mark and Mark denying the affection all the time. But they love each other in a brotherly way, it has always been like that.

It’s not like you expected Donghyuck to want to hug and kiss you and only you after what happened last night, but you kind of did expect it.

Were you jealous of Donghyuck’s best friend, your own brother Mark?

Donghyuck looks at you confused when you don't accept his hug right away. You stop his arms midway, and his eyes look defeated, full of worry. “Did something happen?”

You deny with your head. “I don’t know, that kind of felt weird,” you confess to him.

Donghyuck caresses your arms, feeling you relax from the defensive attitude from before, until he gets your hands together. “What felt weird?”

It’s ridiculous, you know it is and you’re embarrassed about what you’re about to say. Yet, you can’t help but:

“I think I got jealous,” you say and watch his brows furrowed together. “You know, when you were trying to kiss Mark…”

Donghyuck only bursts out laughing and hugs you tightly against his chest, leaving you no time to escape the sudden affection. He smells like fabric softener and feels comfortable like a pillow. And you hate that you love the way his laugh resonates through your entire body when he presses you to himself like that.

“You know I never want to kiss Mark seriously, right? That I only do it ‘cause I know he hates it,” he explains once he’s separated from you, still holding your hands in his and looking you in the eyes. “I don’t want to kiss anyone the way I want to kiss you.”

You look down hiding your smile, thinking he’s cute at first and processing his words then, which makes you laugh a little. Donghyuck realizes right away and starts to laugh too, leaving the seriousness behind.

“Was that too much?” He asks.

You nod in response. “But it’s good to know.”

“Good,” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. He’s only millimeters away from your face when he speaks again. “No need to be jealous then.”

Donghyuck turns you around on the chair, so your back is pressing against the island and he can stand comfortably between your legs. He starts as he did last night, planting a kiss on your knuckles, then your wrist, but you don’t wanna waste any more time so you free yourself from his hands and start cradling his face. His lips look as tempting as always, maybe even more after you tasted them for the first time.

He notices your look so he gives you a lopsided, attractive smile that you desperately wanna rip off his face.

“How can you look this handsome in the morning?” You ask, admiring all his features.

“I mean, technically it’s past the morning.” he answers in a cocky tone.

“Shut up already.”

You don’t give him time to fight back as you’re sealing his lips with a kiss. It’s slow but deep, and his skin feels warm and soft under your fingertips, all the way from his sharp jaw to his cheekbones. When he bites your lip a little bit to get full access to your mouth, you worry about the breakfast you were having minutes ago, but Donghyuck doesn’t seem to mind:

“Mhmm,” he hums, breaking apart and licking his lips. “You taste like maple syrup.” And he steals another quick kiss from you.

“Yeah,” you say as you turn around to face the kitchen island again. “‘Cause you interrupted my breakfast.”

But despite you showing your back to him and trying to finish your food, Donghyuck won’t let you eat in peace. “Oh yeah,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck after he moves your hair to your left shoulder. He plants a soft kiss on your right side, sending shivers down your spine and making it hard to concentrate on your task. “I’m sooo sorry I interrupted you.” His tone is full of sarcasm as his kisses travel to your jaw and all the way down again. “And you hated it sooo much.”

The metallic sound of your fork falling off your hand and hitting the plate startles the both of you. Donghyuck stops sucking on your neck and you fall out of your trance. Your startled face might be somewhat funny, because Donghyuck starts giggling as you both realize you were enjoying his kisses a little too much.

“Let’s go on a date.”

“All of a sudden?”

He nods with a smile on his face. “It’s your last day here tomorrow. It’s not like we won’t see each other anymore but… I want to take you out before your last day here.”

“Okay,” you agree, matching his smile.

“Okay?” He asks once more and sighs contentedly when you nod your head yes. “I’ll go plan everything. Make sure you’re all mine this afternoon!” And he leaves the room after kissing your right cheek.

(The busiest) Monday, 07:37 p.m.

“Hyuck, come on, there’s seriously no way of winning with those machines.”

“Babe, just one more try. I wanna get something for you.”

Donghyuck has been fighting against a claw machine for what felt like half an hour now. Since none of you weren’t able to win any of the games you tried at the carnival, you really appreciate his determination to win a prize for you this way. Yet you arrived here at five p.m., and after two rounds of bumper cars, after testing your strength at Ring the Bell (and both of you failing embarrassingly), riding the teacups, getting scared to death in the haunted house, and going twice into the Ferris wheel (one time for the sightseeing and pics and another time for kissing at the top of it) your stomach growls with hunger.

“We could’ve paid dinner with all the money you spent on this machine-”

“Wait, I’m about to get it!”

“Let’s just go get dinner.”

“But I’m about to get it!”

And you see it forreal this time: the claw holding a big Pochacco plushie and it falling right into the hole.

“Hyuck, you got it!” You scream in disbelief, a big smile taking over your face (maybe because of the cute plushie or maybe because it meant you were finally going to have some food.)

You watch Donghyuck lose his arm through the hatch and get it back, this time with the stuffed animal in his hand. When he’s presenting it in front of you, the stuffed animal is so big that it blocks your view. You admire it for a second, and then take it into your arms to discover a Donghyuck wearing the biggest smile you've seen in a while. He’s all cozied up, his jacket and stuffed hat making him look like a real life teddy bear. Even so, the cold of the winter has caused the tip of his nose and his cheeks to turn red, somehow making him look even cuter.

“I got it for you!” He says, the excitement not leaving his body even for a second.

You can’t contain yourself and, as an impulse, grab him from the jacket with your free hand and pull forward until your lips are meeting his. Just a short peck as a way of saying thank you, I love it (you.)

Neither of you realizes the little crowd you've drawn around the machines, not until you hear the applause and cheering as you're breaking away from your kiss. You’ve never seen Donghyuck get shy when drawing people’s attention, so this might be your first time noticing him trying to hide under his hat and into your embrace. You laugh it off even when you're equally embarrassed, but thank him for the plushie and tell him to run away from there to get dinner.

—

“I think I’ve liked you from the start,” Donghyuck confesses all of a sudden.

Well, maybe not so all of a sudden. While you two were having your dinner, bottle of beer came after bottle of beer. At some point of the night, you thought it was a good idea to start having soju. Donghyuck said something like “it’s our last night together, we should celebrate and get wasted” to justify your decision. So it may be the full stomachs and the alcohol making you be honest with each other.

“I know I’ve liked you from the start.”

“Aaall the guys knew too…” He slurs his words a little when speaking. “I wouldn't shut up about you.”

You can't hide your drunken, enamored smile when hearing him. But something makes a little noise inside your head. “All the guys knew?” You ask and he nods quickly. “Even Mark?”

“Even Mark,” Donghyuck confirms. “I mean, we always kind of had this joke going around that I was always waiting for you.” He pours himself another drink. “But we both knew it wasn't a joke.”

“Oh god.” You cover your face, embarrassed. “My own brother lied to me,” you say and Donghyuck makes a confused sound, which makes you keep explaining. “He pretended to know nothing about your feelings when I confessed to him that I liked you.”

“I asked him not to say anything.”

“Huh?”

“I wanted to tell you myself how much I like you.”

“Oh god,” it's all you can repeat right now, all these confessions and the alcohol making you grow hot everywhere. “It's so hot inside this restaurant,” you say as you take your jacket off.

Donghyuck knows the red on your cheeks isn't only because of the heat inside the place.

“I like you sooo much,” he says as he watches you giggle out of nervousness. Donghyuck calls your name and holds your hand over the table to try to get you to look at him, but you only giggle and hide your face with your other hand. “I'm in love with you!” 

“Okay, okay!” You're laughing by now, trying to cover his mouth to shut him up and not attract everyone's attention like you did at the carnival. “I'm in love with you too!”

“Good,” he says with an extremely pleased smile, that one that has always attracted you to him so much.

“Good?” you repeat and he nods.

Your phone screen lights up showing it's Mark calling you. You silently tell Donghyuck you're picking up and he lets go of your hand for you to do so.

“Yes?”

“Yo,” you hear Mark answer from the other side. “We're at Yuta's right now, we're working on some music with Taeil and TY so I think I'm just gonna crash here tonight.”

“Uhm, are you sure you don't wanna go back?” You ask and make eye contact with Donghyuck, who narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side after your question. You only shrug to him as a response.

“Nah, I'll leave the apartment for the two of you so make good use of it.” Your brother answers convincingly.

“Okay, I'll see you in the morning.”

“All right bet, see you in the morning.” And he's quick to hang up.

You take the phone off your ear and look at it confused for a bit, until Donghyuck breaks the silence. “Everything all right with Mark?”

“Yeah,” you say as you put the phone down. “He said he's not going back home tonight.”

“Oh.”

You think of the words your brother said. “Leaving the apartment for the two of you,” and “making good use of it,” and it hits you. A little bit late, but it hits you.

“Oh…” you repeat, a surprised expression now taking over your face.

“Yeah, oh!” Donghyuck agrees. “We're having a real sleepover tonight!”

But by the excitement in Donghyuck's face, the one a little kid would show when told he's sleeping at a friend's, you aren't convinced he thought the same way you and Mark did.

(The last day at your brother's) Tuesday, 09:12 a.m.

The next morning, you wake up pretty confused. When you open your eyes, you're not sleeping at your usual spot. Your surroundings look very different from the living room where you've been sleeping every night. To your right, you spot Donghyuck's desk, filled with physics books, a pile of comics, and the typical empty Red Bull cans. The mattress also feels incredibly comfortable, soft but firm under you. But the most strange thing is the weight over your body, and a cologne you know very well and like very much flooding your senses. That's when you realize Donghyuck is laying all over you, stretched like a starfish.

You laugh and struggle to take your arms under him, and when you wrap them around the boy over you and squeeze, he starts to laugh too.

"Are the curtains open?" You ask in a voice still full of sleep.

He moves his head up to catch the smile on your face. "No?" 

"Then why is the sun so bright in my face?"

The smile spreads on his face and he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. "You're so fucking cheesy." And he kisses you again.

“Get off,” you try to move him from over your face and your body. “I haven’t washed my mouth.”

“I don’t care,” he says, finally moving and sitting at the side of his bed, where you’re still laying in. “I’m not missing a chance to kiss you.”

“You’re sooo fucking cheesy,” you repeat his words.

“And you like me sooo much.” Donghyuck moves to the nightstand and grabs an aspirin and a can of Red Bull and brings them to your mouth. “Take, it’ll make you feel better after all we had last night.”

You sit up a little on the bed to do what he told you, and once you've swallowed the aspirin you let yourself fall back against his pillow. Donghyuck is still sitting on the edge of the bed, exchanging glances with you and holding your hand lovingly. He's wearing the Michael Jackson t-shirt that he likes so much and he's wearing his messy hair, just as you left it after pulling, fixing and messing it up while you kissed him countless times the night before.

You’re leaving today, and it’s like all the feelings you’ve accumulated these past years are hitting right now, all at once.

“I wish I could wake up like this everyday.”

“Hungover?”

“No, not hungover,” you laugh at his question. “With you.”

He smiles and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “We’ll figure it out.”

You sit up in the bed and search for the energy drink on the nightstand. After a few drinks, you’ve figured the morning breath can’t be so bad, so you move to face him properly and grab his face for a real kiss. Donghyuck doesn’t take long to reciprocate and start caressing your entire body. He’s always the first one to take the kisses to other places, so you take the lead this time. You discovered last night that Donghyuck can’t resist the kisses on his neck. You start placing soft kisses, then some licks until you suck a little and he fails to suppress a moan. He laughs it off and calls your name.

“I want to ask something important,” he says, looking you dead-serious in the eyes now, all the jokes and the desire aside. After you nod in response, telling he has your attention, he takes a big breath of courage. “It may seem a little rushed, but after all we’ve shared these years and after this week we’ve spent together, I don’t want you to leave without asking you to go out with me.”

You feel the temperature increase throughout your skin. Is he finally asking you to…

“Be my girlfriend?” As if he knew you from inside and out, he finishes your thoughts out loud.

Temperature reaches your face as well as probably the biggest smile you’ve worn since you got here. You cradle his face, squeeze his cheeks with your hands until a pout is showing and you can’t help but laugh—out of nervousness but also out of happiness, from having the sun in your hands and all for yourself.

“Lee Donghyuck,” you start. “That’d make me the happiest in the world, in the universe.”

“You’re sooo cheesy!” He starts the bickering once again, yet he’s sealing your deal with a kiss on your smile and, of course, you’re returning the affection.

(Later that) Tuesday, 03:30 p.m.

You’re standing in the building’s hallway while your brother struggles to lock the door to the 12-7 apartment. Donghyuck is patiently holding your suitcase, waiting for Mark to be done. They’re going to accompany you to the bus stop that’s coming at four p.m. so you can finally go home to the rest of your family and your normal life—you’ll be back studying and working in a few days, after spending Christmas with the family and Donghyuck, who promised to be there to join the Christmas lunch at your home and—maybe, if he doesn’t chicken out—present himself as your boyfriend to your parents.

“We need to change the door lock before y/n moves in here,” Mark says after finally locking it.

“What?” Donghyuck and you ask in unison. “Moving here?”

“You’re not moving in with Donghyuck? I thought I’d finally be free from him,” your brother answers, kind of disappointed, but not as disappointed as Donghyuck after noticing how bad your brother wants him out.

“But where will you go?” You ask him.

“I made plans to share the floor with Yuta.” 

“That motherfucking japanese!” Donghyuck screams following Mark down the hallway, and you palm his back trying to reassure him, but your boyfriend won’t calm down. “I swear he wants to steal my best friend from me! He’s so jealous of my life!”

“What would he be jealous of, Donghyuck?” Your brother asks tiredly, and you know he’s rolling his eyes even if all you see is his back opening the building’s front door.

“Of our last-longing, incredibly unique friendship, of-fucking-course!” Donghyuck answers like it’s obvious.

“I’m pretty sure you just kept this friendship to get with my sister.”

“Mark?! That’s not true. I love you, man. Mark-Mark, come on!”

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[tarjapearce]

I don't know if you ever answered this, but did Mama have weird cravings with the babies? I know my mama was always wanting watermelon slushies and shaved ice, or the occasional slice of lasagna and milk (both of which she hated before getting pregnant,how her dad realized she was pregnant) I like to imagine Miguel's confusion if she suddenly starts wanting something random before they know for sure each time she got pregnant

Hehehe 👀

The perfect time to introduce our 🌹

Pregnancies never ceased to amaze Miguel. Specially when it came to foods. You'd wake him up at deep in night hours to get you the most random things to eat.

When you were pregnant with Gabriella, you'd wake him up, crying cause you didn't have pickles, and you wanted pickles. He'd go to the closest convenient store, sleep still clinging to him as he brought you two jars of them.

To his horror, you'd dip the pickles in the sweet gooeyness of the Nutella jar and eat them with such contempt it made you cry out of happiness.

With Benjamin, it wasn't pickles with Nutella, but jalapeños and peanut butter. He'd had to hide the can of jalapeños from the fridge, partially cause he wasn't sure if it was good to eat that much of spiciness. But would end up giving them back cause you cried over them while calling him mean for hiding your food.

His suspicions of you being pregnant again just rose when he'd often find you at two am, scourging the fridge, eating mozzarella cheese sticks or any charcuterie cheese you had, smeared in dulce de leche.

It was endearing for him watching you eating the pieces with such delight that he'd secretly buy you good quality things when you were running out of them.

You'd cuddle him with a bottle of the sweet spread in one hand and the cheese stick in the other. Gabriella couldn't help but scrunch her nose in disgust at the combination.

---

The pregnancy test was irrelevant at this point. He just made an appointment with the doctor to check everything was okay.

"I want another girl."

His hand rubbed your lower belly, and kissed your cheek.

"What about twins?"

"Ay Jesus..."

He chuckled.

"Relax, whatever comes, I'll be happy. "

"Told you I was giving you a bunch of kids."

He nodded with a bashful smile.

"You did."

"This is our last baby though."

"Who knows" He smirked and you slapped his shoulder softly.

"Stop! You're not the one getting your belly expanding like a balloon!"

"I'm joking, cariño. Might get a vasectomy, though"

"I'll get my tubes tied up."

"You sure?"

You nodded at his question.

"Yeah. Three kids is more than enough"

"What if it's a girl?"

You snuggled against his chest as he caressed your hair.

" Her name will be Rosie. I love it, Gabi picked it actually."

"Rosita." He mumbled and chuckled, "I'm calling her Rosita Fresita" (Strawberry Shortcake)

"But what if it's a boy?"

"Leonardo?"

"Absolutely no."

"Emanuel?"

He snorted as you pouted "Not funny."

"Sorry, sorry. We'll come up with something"

You just giggled.

"If it's a girl Gabi will be over the moon."

---

Jessica

JESSICAAA

Jessi Jessi guess what?

Sorry, was busy. How's it going, hun?

🤰

...

For real? Like For real real?

Yup! Just came from the medical check

Girl... You and Miguel need a new hobby

Or a new tv

😂😂 Betch.

😘😘

It's gonna be a girl!!

SHUT UP

🥹❤️

😊

I'm so excited for you, Mama!

[alovelyfrenchworld]

Zayne: Spring Remnants

Doting!Boyfriend! Zayne Headcanons:

Zayne is the type of boyfriend to never let you carry heavy things

He knows you do it for work, but if he can make your life any easier, he will

He comments that you are the sheep because he sees you as an innocent in a cruel world, something adorable to be protected

Not to infanitlize you, you're just the most precious and happy thing to ever happen to him

He secretly likes coloring - if it's something you enjoy (like I do), he'd keep stuff in his apartment for you for when you come over

you prefer colored pencils? he buys you prismacolors or prismacolor adjacent. You like mandalas? He has a set of madala coloring books next to his medical journals on his coffee table

Honestly, he's the type to cater to any hobby you have

He enjoys going to the arcade with you, so a hobby like knitting, sewing, painting, etc. is endearing to him because he gets to see you relaxed and happy

Zayne really worries he doesn't make an impact on his patients

Seeing himself in the children's drawings makes him feel proud in a way, especially when you compliment him - your approval means the most

You're like the sun for him because you brighten up his everyday

He could be having the worst day possible and now you've come to his work to eat lunch with him? That man wants to put a ring on it then and there and not work for the rest of the day

Even when he's busy and he has to leave for meetings and surgeries, it still warms his heart that you even care enough to show up - especially when you fall asleep at the hospital trying to wait up for him

After that first incident where he carried you into his office after falling asleep, he now keeps a blanket and a plush pillow in there for you. When you get more serious into dating, he has an open door policy for you - if you really aren't going to leave the hospital until he does, at least get comfortable sleep on his couch

He calls your fun childish to your face, but deep down he appreciates that you can still see the good in everything

He loves kids

He may not want any for himself, but he loves being around them and helping them so peeling fruit for them in a no-brainer to him

Zayne would 100% pass the orange-peel theory

He wants to make your life easier and if he can peel your fruit for you and save the hassle, why wouldn't he? If you're at his place or vice versa and you pick up fruit like an apple or an orange, literally just hand it to him and he'll grab a knife faster than you can blink

He is a man of few words, but loves to show love through his actions

He's a doctor, so he's obviously concerned about your health

Will suggest foods to you based on your needs

You have a long shift at the office or have to go on a big hunt? He'll offer dishes high in protein and carbs for you to have energy and strength. Hungover? He's researched the best remedies and will give you a list. Dehydrated? While you probably won't admit it, Zayne isn't dumb. Apples, watermelon, citrus, etc. are on his list as well as celery (you can always deny, dislike something. As he gets to know you more in this lifetime, he will give you suggestions based on your preferences)

He looooooves to make you blush

You find it embarassing at times, but he knows not to go too far

he likes to see your cheeks grow red and know he's the cause of it

He'll take any excuse to see you smile

[wonjivrs]

couple things with cravity

parings: cravity x gn! reader

genre: all things fluffy <3

warnings: none

note: hi ! this is our very first headcannon for cravity. the process of writing this was fun for both of us so we hope u guys enjoy it too ! for everyone reading so far feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated :D

☆ serim

kisses during couple situps. working out together. carrying his s/o bridal style. small gifts without any occasion. random “i love you” texts. doing groceries or just lazing around the house together. spontaneous road trips. candle lights and dinner tables.

“i thought you’d like this.”

☆ allen

sharing things. bad pick up lines. comforting kisses. laying his head on the his s/o’s shoulder. flowers in returned books. giving each other nicknames. slow dancing with soft smiles. bringing you your favourite hot drink in bed. reading books on the couch, hands intertwined.

“how about something warm? it’ll help you sleep.”

☆ jungmo

kisses on the back of hands. falling asleep together on the sofa when watching a movie. finds comfort in your scent. being observant to your likes and dislikes. feeding you as you work. gently wiping your tears. always giving the utmost attention to you if in a crowd.

“you were talking about that table there being a little bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.”

☆ woobin

smiling at the mere thought of his s/o or their texts. feeding you his cooking and hoping you'll like it. ruffling the other’s hair. softly stroking your skin. barbecue parties in the garden. using absurd terms of endearment. dancing in the kitchen whilst making dinner. doing things for you just because ??

"so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"

☆ wonjin

smiling in-between kisses. having the other’s head on your lap. stroking your fingers while holding hands. constant reassurance. can only fall asleep cuddled next to his s/o. hugs that last a little longer than they should. peppering soft kisses all over your face. choosing the perfect watermelon together for the first time.

“i know you’ll do perfect, okay ?”

☆ minhee

hugging the other from behind and nuzzling into their neck. napping together. pressing soft kisses onto his s/o’s shoulder. leaning against the doorframe with the sweetest smile on his face just watching his lover get ready to go out. pressing foreheads against each other.

“we’ll be less cold if we cuddle yk?”

☆ hyeongjun

sliding hands under the other’s clothes. watching your favourite show. kisses all over the face. stargazing on a winter night. adorable big eyes that widens a little when he listens to your rant keenly. cuddling together and falling asleep in each other's embrace.

“you make me feel all soft and mushy inside.”

☆ taeyoung

feather-light kisses on your knuckles. quick glances that turn into a longing, admirable gaze. fingers brushing other’s cheek. bunking lectures together. playing among us and being the imposter with their s/o and defending each other during discussions.

“your hands are so big/tiny! i love it”

☆ seongmin

washing his s/o’s hair for them. making flower crowns. subconsciously linking little fingers. silly banter. adopting a kitten together. kissing your forehead when he notices you’ve fallen asleep. sharing sweaters. bingeing an entire season of a trashy reality show in one sitting together.

“shh stop fussing. i’m just braiding your hair”

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[dreamonseems]

I'm literally reposting this because my other post got a comuitty strike for no reason

Princesses

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

"Baby, wake up," I hear a voice say urgently, and I feel a slight shaking. I open my eyes to find my wife, her face covered in tears. Concern rushes through me as I quickly sit up, fearing something terrible has happened to her or the baby.

"What's wrong, my love?" I ask, gently caressing her face with both hands.

"I... I... want watermelon, and... and we don't have any," she cries out. A wave of relief washes over me as I realize it's just a craving.

"You're craving watermelon, baby? That's it? It's okay. I'll get some for you. I'll go to the convenience store right now. Would you like that, baby?" I ask, giving her a reassuring smile.

She nods her head in the most adorable way. I lean in and give her a gentle kiss before getting up to prepare to fetch her some watermelon. But just as I'm about to leave the bed, she grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Wait! I want to come with you. I don't want to be here alone without you. I miss you so much already," she sobs.

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I gaze at her tear-streaked face. It's impossible to resist her.

"Of course, baby. You can come with me. I'll help you get dressed, okay?"

We make our way to the convenience store just a stone's throw away from our house. Y/N, with her baby bump, looks absolutely adorable as she walks around, grabbing everything she's been craving.

Unlike during her first pregnancy with Ragnar, she didn't have as many cravings and didn't seem to be very hormonal. But this time around, it's a whole different story. Her emotions are in full swing, and it's actually quite endearing.

I've been thoroughly enjoying this side of her during the pregnancy. She has become more dependent on me, seeking my attention like a little princess who needs me by her side 24/7. It warms my heart to see how much she relies on me, and I cherish every moment of it.

As we make our way back home from the convenience store, Y/N turns to me with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"You think Ragnar misses us?" she asks, her eyes searching for reassurance. I smile warmly at her and reply,

"Of course, baby. Ragnar definitely misses us." Ragnar, our firstborn, is currently visiting my parents, and while we know he's having a great time, it's natural for Y/N to feel a longing for him. But I also appreciate this opportunity for us to spend some quality time together before our second baby arrives.

"I miss him," she confesses, her voice quivering as she fights back tears. I reach out and gently place my hand on her back, offering comfort.

"I miss him too," I admit, understanding the depth of her feelings.

"But remember, he'll be back home in just two days. We'll have him with us soon."

As we walk through the door of our home, I try to lighten the atmosphere. "How about I give you a nice foot massage in bed while you enjoy your snacks?" I suggest, pulling her into a warm embrace. Y/N's eyes brighten up, and she nods eagerly.

"Okay, and... can I look at Ragnar's baby album? I miss him so much," she asks, a touch of whimsy in her voice. I can't help but chuckle at her question.

"Of course, baby. Do you even have to ask? The baby album is all yours to enjoy."

While I continue massaging her foot, Y/N surprises me with a question that catches me off guard.

"Do you love me?" she asks, her voice filled with vulnerability.

I pause for a moment, gazing into her eyes, before responding with utmost sincerity, "Yes, my love. I love you so much. Why do you ask?"

A tender smile graces my lips as I take in her adorable, yet slightly flushed face. Her cheeks are puffy from the tears she shed earlier tonight.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I like knowing that you love me, even when I'm... fat and all." Her voice trails off, a hint of insecurity lacing her words.

I gently place her foot down and shift closer to her, cupping her face in my hands.

"My love, you are not fat," I say firmly, my voice laced with sincerity.

"You are carrying our beautiful baby in there. Your body is doing an incredible, miraculous thing, and I admire and love every inch of you. Every day, I wake up thinking of you, and every night, I go to sleep with thoughts of you. You are my whole life, just you, Ragnar, and our little jellybean inside you," I declare, my words filled with unwavering affection.

As I continue rubbing her tummy gently, I place sweet kisses upon her protruding belly. A moment of peace washes over us, but it's short-lived. Unexpectedly, she bursts into tears once again. Surprised by her sudden change in emotions, I raise an eyebrow, but she manages to catch me off guard with her next statement.

"Well, now you've made me horny," she exclaims amidst sobs.

I can't help but burst into laughter, overwhelmed by her candidness and the unpredictability of the moment. It's clear that my princess needs more of my attention tonight. As I gather her in my arms, I whisper, "It's going to be a long and enjoyable night, my love. I adore you so much, my beautiful, incredible wife."

[snek-of-eden]

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For the ask thingy Hehehe

cherry - what is your sexuality? bisexual!! also aceflux

lollipop - favorite makeup products? i don’t wear any huge brands (or a lot of makeup) but i love black eyeliner so so so much

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be? i’m pretty happy being me, but i think being a penguin would be pretty good too

october - what month were you born in? december :3

caress - do you like to snuggle? YES YES YES YES i think this is what i was born to do. my purpose, per se. i have it on good authority that i am a nice snuggler and i will always say yes to snuggles

ivory - describe your pajamas? usually a plain t-shirt or sports bra with really old winnie the pooh shorts T-T or black sweatpants

golden - favorite stationary product? i have a special fondness for uni-pin fine line 0.2 black pens

freckles - most-worn article of clothing? probably adidas shorts or my black Queen tank top (wearing it rn)

twilight - best friend? my babe teri!! they’re offline for now but they’re @belt-soup

silk - do you like k-pop? not really. i like a few songs, but i never really got into it

poppy - favorite pastel color? pale blue or purple! same colour as my hair

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face? smile <3 and i guess just… them in general. we’re all beautiful creatures

sunkissed - autumn or spring? autumn 4eva

buttery - favorite snack? salt and vinegar crackers…. or maybe the tumblr cheese toast is because nothing can beat that

whisper - how much sleep do you get? on average about 8 1/2 hours. 9 if i try!

pencil - do you own a journal? yep, i do. and a diary

cupcake - are you a good cook? i like to think so, yeah! i’m a good baker, i can cook alright

honey - favorite term of endearment? babe, baby, bud, sweetheart, honey, take your pick ^_^ i use endearments with everyone

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams? i hug a lot of people in my dreams!! it’s definitely a theme. i have a teacher who gives the best hugs ever and i’ve had a few dreams about them… also i had a dream once about scotty and bones from star trek being my gay dads and taking me to a concert? so strange but i loved it

velvet - who was your first crush? a boy named alexander on my primary school soccer team T-T he was so cute man. i still think about what happened to him sometimes

paper - favorite children’s book? hmmm, i used to love ‘where is the green sheep’ when i was a toddler, and it’s become a core memory :3

peaches - do you have a skincare routine? not really lol. i wash my face and sometimes moisturise or do a face mask, but yeah

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film? i’ve never actually watched one! it’s on my list though

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend? nope

strawberry - favorite fruit? watermelon or strawberry!

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend? on the cheek and forehead yeah haha

nightlight - do you read before bed? i used to, i never do anymore… i don’t know why, just too exhausted nowadays

shampoo - favorite scent? aniseed, vanilla and fresh rain

skin - what distant relative are you closest to? perhaps my second cousins? they’re lovely

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor? DAVID TENNANT OR ANNE HATHAWAY

cuddles - do you have any pets? i have a dog and i sometimes keep stick insects :}

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite? i don’t wear dresses <3

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? idk what this means

cream - frozen yogurt flavor? a mix of strawberry and chocolate !! can’t go wrong there

watermelon - do films ever make you cry? i don’t think so. not very often at least. really rarely

sapphos - favorite poet? robert frost or edgar allen poe

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own? at least ten, but the only one i keep out is my kermit plushie that’s been passed down through the family

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful? lavender or pink tulips <33

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup? i have a rainbow mug my mother got for my birthday that has the same picture as the mug in one direction’s drag me down music video… i’m not a huge 1D fan anymore but i adore that mug sm

sunset - what are your pronouns? he/him right now, they/them sometimes!!

thank you so so so so much for this ask!!!! i’m on a road trip and this made for a very fun time x

[trapperisbestboi]

The Stubborn Narrator™

A MenWritingWomen parody

Chapter 1

This is the story of a man named John.

John worked in a coffee shop.

His job was simple: he stood behind the counter and he pushed buttons on a coffee machine.

Orders came to him through notes left by the waitresses on the counter telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.

John liked his job before, but since the pandemic precautions had to be taken and they made his work unbearable.

He was trapped behind that cold and lonely counter, he couldn't chat with the clients as they were allowed to stay at the tables outside exclusively and the face of the gorgeous young students working as waitresses were to be covered with hideous handkerchief-like masks.

The days had become monotonous, lonely and boring.

He had even tried to call back a few exes, in the hope of at least scratching a certain "itch" at least, but none were willing to risk their health for a couple of rides.

Such is the mistery of women.

They ask for handsome young men, with a humongous butternut squash and abs like King Bowser's carapace...but won't get close in fear of a simple flu.

And yet they should all thank the Lord just for being acknowledged by such an Apollonian beauty.

His skin was of the same colour as an F4 coffee that was smooth like silk, his eyes were like Italy roast beans, his lips soft and plump like pandoro and his voice was deep and powerful like thunder. His curly hair were the colour of the Hershey's Cookies & Chocolate bar and they flowed down like a natural frame around his clavicles.

Alas, what good is a Cupid without a Psyche?

Luckily one day, something unexpected happened.

Something that would forever change John;

Something he would never quite forget.

He came in an hour before the opening hours to prepare the supplies like he did everyday.

While he was putting the glasses in their place, Taylor Swift's Shake it off started blasting at full volume.

John tripped but managed to not break anything and answered his phone.

It was his boss, warning him about a new waitress starting that morning.

John thanked him with a smile, even though he couldn't see him anyway and ended the call before swearing at him.

J : "That dumbass couldn't just send a message like everyone else? And who cares, I probably wouldn't have noticed anyways!"

The rest of the hour passed with no other inconveniences.

The waitresses arrived and the day started like usual.

Around midday a loud crash was heard nor far from the café accompanied by a couple of curses and a young woman came running in the shop accompanied by the sound of her ass cheeks clapping.

Her skin was of the same colour as hazelnut ice-cream, her eyes were like smurf gummies, her lips thins and glossy and her voice was soft and clear like water slime. Her straight hair were the colour as the muzzle of newborn piglets and were pulled up in an adorably messy tall braid. She wore a purple sundress short and translucent enough to feed the imagination, but covering the amount needed to leave you hungry. She obviously wasn't used to run as could be vouched by her wide, round hips and the two huge pastry puffs hanging on her chest that moved in perfect harmony with her lungs that were trying desperately to recover.

M : "I...I'm sorry, there was a...a protest at the bus station and it wa...it was really far so I had to come with the...the bike..."

J : "It's ok...you're the new waitress right? Do you need to sit down?"

M : "Yh-heah"

The woman took the nearest chair and fell on it like the apple on Newton making her watermelons jump like a cat surprised by a cucumber.

M : "Hi...I'm-John?!"

The Venus accidentally said his name instead of hers, what an endearing silly rabbit.

J : "Do we know each other?"

She lowered her mask showing a smug smile under her tiny freckled nose.

J : "MARIE EFFING SMITH???

The flat, skinny idiot that was always late and constantly picked up fight with the buffest people in the gym that I had to rescue constantly??"

Marie got up and stood in the sassiest pose possible.

M : "One I'm not an idiot, if it wasn't for ME you'd still be in elementary school buster!

Two I was only picking up fight with them so you could show off in front of da girlz.

I will not address the rest."

Am I doing this correctly?

Feel free to give constructive criticism.

List of chapters + plot in link below

https://www.tumblr.com/trapperisbestboi/692758068194377728/i-think-by-now-we-all-know-the-literary-horror

[ic3t3a]

Memories

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Soobin smiled from ear to ear at your messages. How could someone, he was barely getting to know again, be so endearing?

"Whatcha smilin' at?" Soobin locked his phone quickly looking up at Yeonjun who had appeared in front of him. "Just some funny video. What are you doing here and not at dance practice?" Soobin asked putting his phone down on his desk.

Yeonjun fiddled with his thumbs, his cheeks growing a dusty pink. "I was wondering what you think about me...asking Y/N on a date?" Yeonjun blurted out glancing up to see Soobin's reaction. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him wanted to say it was a bad idea, that he barely even knew you.

"... I-I think you should do it Yeonjun. I know you've been through it with romance. Y/N...Y/N is sweet and I haven't seen you this giddy since your 1st middle school girlfriend." Soobin finally said, his dark haired friend grinning at his response. "Thanks, Soobin." Yeonjun said getting up and patting Soobin's shoulder. Yeonjun walked out of class with an extra pep in his step. Soobin sighed as he gathered his things to meet up with you.

You sat on your front porch, waiting for your unusually tall friend to arrive. Your dad had left a bowl of cut up watermelon for you in tbe fridge so you decided to change into your pjs and eat the bowl as you waited for Soobin. As he slowly came into view on your righy, you prepared yourself to say goodbye to the bowl.

"What are you eating?" A voice to the left of you startled you. "Oh my gosh, Yeonjun! Aren't you supposed to be at dance practice?" You asked as you looked up at the boy. "Well yea but I rushed over here cuz I wanted to talk to you." He said rubbing the back of his neck as he sat down next to you.

"I was wondering if you're free anytime soon?" Yeonjun asked as he looked you in the eyes. "Uhm well not right now, but maybe in like a day or 2, why?" You asked him. You knew where he might be headed with this but wanted to hear the words come from his mouth.

"We should go on a date." His ears turning red as he maintained eye contact with you. "Yea, I would like that." You replied hugging your knees and smiling at him. "Cool, cool, cool. So I-I'll see you...?"

"Saturday, come pick me up around 3?" You said giving the date an official day and start time. "Yea of course! I mean yea." Yeonjun said trying to play it cool. In reality, he wanted nothing more than to hug you and spin you around then skipp off after doing so. But he didn't he simply nodded and waved goodbye to you. You waved back watching his figure dissapear around the corner of a nearby house.

"Y/N!" You wiped your head the other direction to see Soobin calling you. You got up and made your way to him. "Hey, you ready to get some sort of re-collection of the past?" You asked him. He nodded letting you lead the way.

"Uh where do you think we're going?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "I...I don't really know." You chuckle at his lost state. "Who is the one person who speaks of our early childhood often?" You ask Soobin, the gears in his head going to work.

"Mr. Park?" He says as a question more than an answer. "Bingo." You reply walking past Soobin and to his neighbor's door. You knock on the door, Soobin walking up to the door as well.

The door opens to reveal the frail old man that is, Mr. Park. "I've been expecting you two." He says as his eyes look at the two of you. "Really?" Soobin asks. "Yes, I knew that at some point you two would want know what happened all those years ago." Mr. Park says mysteriously, "come inside I have a few things that may ring a bell or two." He walks back into his house. Soobin and yourself following after closing the door behind you.

"Go ahead and take a seat on my couch, I need to grab something real quick." Mr. Park gestures to his couch. The two of you take a seat, taking in the old man's house. His house was decorated with various antique items, his kitchen had yellow wallpaper that seemed to have begun to come off the walls, and his floors were mainly rug.

"Jeez, he really needs to give his house a clean." You say. "Really? It's not that bad yet." Soobin says, unfazed by the multiple stains on the couch. "Are you kidding? The walls are practically melting off the wallpaper." You look around at the house and its withering state. "The city kid in you is showing, and it's not a good look." Soobin says blatantly. "Well sorry." You say rolling your eyes. You could have easily blown Soobin off for Yeonjun but you didn't. You wanted to remember the friendship you once shared with him. However, sometimes he said and did things that made you want to not remember about your past closeness.

Mr. Park re-entered the room with a case in hand. He set it on the living room table, reaching for a key in his pocket and unlocking the case. Inside it was various VHS tapes, he grabbed three and brought them to VHS tape player. Inserting one and pressing a button, before going to take a seat on the other couch.

The T.V turned on and it played a video. From the lines and textured image the two of you could tell the footage was old.

A little girl popped up on the screen. She wore a overalls and a yellow tee under, her hair in pigtails, and sticker on her cheek. Someone on the video called the girl' name.

"Y/N!....Y/N! Mama's done with the watermelon"

That voice is unmistable to your ears. It's your mom who's calling you. Your eyes begin to water a bit. The camera follows you as you run to your mom. By her is a little boy, who you assume is Soobin. She hands you a bowl that your younger self only ends up dropping onto the concrete. And of course, the bowl breaks.

You quickly go to pick up the pieces, you end up cutting yourself.

"Oh my god, Y/N don't touch anymore pieces, okay?"

"I didn't mean to mama, I really didn't."

You run off somewhere, Soobin running after you. The camera stops then continues finding the two of you in a living room, Soobin taking your hand and putting a bandaid on the wound.

"It'll be okay, your mommy didn't mean to yell at you. She was just worried, y'know?"

"I-I know...I'm not stupid! It just made me sad. Cuz all mommy and daddy do now is fight and fight. And...and it makes me cry. So I thought mommy was gonna start fighting with me."

Soobin looks over at you, your eyes glued to the screen. He sees the tears rolling down your face. One after the other. He wonders how you sad and confused you must have felt then. He wonders if he did anyhing then to console you.

"There, there. It'll be okay. I promise... that I'll always be here for you. Just like you're always there for me."

Your younger self giggles at Soobin's promise.

"I-I'll be your knight in shining armor."

Young Soobin stands up to do a superhero pose and you clap for him laughing all the while.

You look at the Soobin on the screen. He's soft and bashful somewhat similar to the Soobin now, just less of a jackass of his approach to keeping you comforted. The two of you on screen giggle as you run bach outside. The feed cutting off.

The other 2 VHS tapes are somewhat similar except it's more of your younger adventures. Like finding frogs together and finding Mr. Park's now older cat in dark places.

"Have a good night you two." Mr Park says as he closes his front door. Both of you turn on your heels as you walk towards your house.

"Well that was...something." You break the silence. "Yea..." Soobin responds. There's so much that shold be said but neither of you can seem to speak up. Well that is until Soobin does. "About your mom...I'm sorry for your loss." He says stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It's fine, it was just...weird hearing her voice after putting her in the ground." You sigh out cold air. "Y'know as I was watching the first tape... I was wondering how many nights I cried myself to sleep hearing my parents argue. 12, 13 times? I just know it was a few too many." You kick at the ground.

You take a deep breath before quicklu changing the topic. "Anyhow, you made me a promise." You say. "A promise?" Soobin asks. "That you were always gonna be my knight in shining armor." You tease bumping his shoulder playfully with your own. "That was a promise I made when I wad like 6. But I think it jogged a memory for sure." He says chuckling. "Really? What did you remember?" You say curious of what it was he remembered.

"The day you were moving into the city with your mom, I told you that I liked you and that we could run away together...To neverland." He says bashfully rubbing his neck. You stop and look at him. Soobin also stops once he notices you falling behind. He turns around and looks at you, your eyes almost shimmering in the moonlight. The moment is swiftly ruined by the sound of your cackling. "HAHAHAHA, oh my god, Soobin I'm sorry I really don't mean to laugh, but that's so-so cute and cheesy. OH MY GOD! I faintly remember it now and you even...you even..." Your laughter begins to dye out as you also remember something.

"What? What is it? What did you remember?" Soobin asks you. You shake your head. "I-It's nothing." You murmur starting to walk again. "AW c'mon, you teased me about what I remembered! It's my turn to die of laughter!" Soobin begs you. The two of you strolling along the dirt road.

What you remembered definitely...arose some feelings. But they didn't matter cause that was then and this is now. Right?

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[teasinterests]

Don’t ignore me!

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Just a quick little ChiaKao fic I decided to pop out.. I love these skrunklies, I wanna write something more lengthy for them one day.. 🥹🥹 ( Also the screenie I used… this whole scene made me laugh so much when I first read it ⚰️ )

Characters: Chiaki Morisawa & Kaoru Hakaze

Lee! Kaoru - Ler! Chiaki

CW / TW: Tickles

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“Ahaaaa!!~ Thank you Kaoru!!”

Chiaki beamed as he was handed an ice cream cone.

The duo had gone out to share a date together after having been busy for quite some time. After having gone so long without spending time together, they knew something needed to be planned.. It was a pretty nice day in fact. The weather was cozy with a slight breeze, and they found a nice shaded tree to sit beneath while they relaxed.

“You truly are more and more childish by every day, Moricchi.~”

The blonde hummed as he took a seat beside his boyfriend. Whom was already devouring his ice cream.

“Ehhh? What do you mean? Still salty because I kicked your butt at the arcade?~”

“You only won a singular game..”

Kaoru pointed out as Chiaki gave a huff of annoyance now.

“YEAH- WELL— That last game was really good on my end yeah?!” Kaoru couldn’t help but chuckle now. Moving closer to lean against his boyfriend. The brunette’s playfully grumpy expression quickly melting into one of endearment.

“Yeah, yeah, it was impressive. Just eat your ice cream.” The blonde sighs as he bites into his own popsicle. Chiaki watching him in slight surprise.. didn’t the cold hurt his teeth?! Whatever.. he was quick to focus on his own ice cream anyways! A casual chocolate with a vanilla cone!! Beaming, he practically destroyed the treat as Kaoru side eyed his boyfriend.

“Christ Chiaki slow down.. the cone isn’t going anywhere…”

The blonde commented as Chiaki soon chomped on the last bite. Grinning towards Kaoru with amusement.

“I know! But its been so long since i’ve had a good treat like that, HA HA!~”

“It’s just ice cream, Moricchi…”

“But it’s not just ice cream! My lovely Kaoru bought it for me!~ And nooow we’re all cuddled up beneath a tree hehe.~” Chiaki grinned as he threw his arms around his the Undead member. A light tinge of pink meeting Kaoru’s cheeks, just before he pushed at Chiaki’s chest.

“C-Come on don’t get all mushy like that in public.. besides you’ve got ice cream all over your face. Wipe it off won’t you?”The blonde pointed out with a sigh as Chiaki parted from their hug for a moment. Just to point at his face.

“Oh- This? This right here?~” The self proclaimed hero teased as he started making the smoochie face towards Kaoru. Leaning closer for a kiss before his boyfriend had stopped him once more. Pushing the brunette back.

“Chiaki, wipe your mouth before trying to kiss me..! I know you heard me!” The taller idol exclaimed as Chiaki whined and tried making grabby hands towards his boyfriend. Whom of which turned his head and bit into his watermelon popsicle once more.

Quickly wiping his mouth on his sleeve, Chiaki inched closer, as if he were a puppy begging for attention.

“Alright I did…”

A pause…

“Hey, Kaoru? Are you ignoring me?!?!?”

The hero exclaimed in shock as Kaoru kept his head turned. Hiding an amused smile as Chiaki began to pout.

“Kaoooruuuu…”

Chiaki practically whined, shaking at the others arm a little before throwing himself at his boyfriend. Wrapping his arms around the blonde’s waist as a little idea came to mind. Grinning a tad, he squeezed at Kaoru’s sides gently. Watching the way the blonde jolted, and immediately turned his head to face Chiaki.

“Chiaki do not—“

“You were ignoring me!”

The brunette exclaimed as fingers dug into his boyfriends sides. Excitedly skittering and kneading along the area. Kaoru was rather quick to burst into a laugh as well. Kicking his feet out against the grass as he tried pushing Chiaki’s hands away with his free one.

“Ihihi was j-just mehehessing arohohound! Chihiaki!!”The blonde exclaimed between giggles as Chiaki happily pulled his squirming boyfriend closer. Pressing a kiss to Kaoru’s cheek, then delivering another, and another.. soon he was practically showering his boyfriend with kisses. Whilst Kaoru continued giggling and laughing from the random tickle attack. Though a deep flush of red rose to his expression..

“Ehehenough Morihihicchi! I s-stihihill hahahave my pohohopsicle!” Kaoru pointed out as tickling fingers slowly came to a stop. Only resting at the blondes waist as the duo shared a loving kiss. In which seemed to spark upmost joy within Chiaki.

“Alright, I got what I wanted anyways!~”

“Greedy…”

Kaoru commented with amusement as he grew comfortable with Chiaki once more. The brunette cuddled up against him as Kaoru was soon to be silent. Munching at his popsicle and scrolling through his phone. Whilst Chiaki ended up doing the same. Sprawled out across Kaoru’s lap on his tummy, he swung his legs back ‘n fourth behind him as he took a few pictures of them together.

“HA HA!~ That’ll be a great new lock screen!!”

[bigbuffjoonie]

Enemies to lovers? Check. Yoongi? Check. Unresolved romantic tension? CHECK! All that's left is for you to please take the time to read this fic and fill in the blanks because this was a beautiful fic and I am so happy to have read it! Trust me, you know when a yoongi fic hits different? This is exactly the kind you'd want to read!!

(sorry i spazzed on the tags they have spoilers i think so?? dont read them yet just read the fic go go GO)

VOGUE | myg

summary: you’ve always said that fashion is meant to push the limits of art, but no amount of swarovski crystals could ever prepare you for the latest assignment your manager has lined up for you: design a dress with none other than min yoongi, the evil genius that stole the show from you during paris fashion week, to be displayed in a showcase in milan.

{enemies to lovers!au, fashion designers!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, unresolved romantic tension, angst word count: 42k warnings: alcohol consumption, cliches, this is basically every fic of mine rolled into one 42k package a/n: finally !!! she’s here !!! god i have been working on this fic ever since the beginning of april. she’s my baby and the love of my life, and almost my worst nightmare. also, please please please let me know if you are having problems reading, liking, or reblogging this fic. i will do anything i can to fix it. otherwise, please enjoy this absolute behemoth of a fic.

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which you’re jungkook’s lip balm fairy and you love his dimples.

> jungkook x reader

> fluff / wc: 1.5k

> warnings: you have your period that’s all !

note: hello :] i wrote this in the middle of a class i was very bored and playing with my lip balm like a pen so .

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“if i don’t apply lip balm, my lips become chapped. i need someone who takes care of this.”

jungkook doesn’t flinch when something touches his lips, instead he parts them slightly for your convenience as he keeps his eyes trained on the computer. he’s messing with the color grading of the video he’s currently editing. you are sat on his lap, both legs dangling from the big space under the armrest. you slide the lip balm across his pink lips, making sure to apply it up to the very corners.

he rubs his lips together to spread it evenly, smacking them together a few times then tilting his head in wonder. “new? watermelon?” you hum as confirmation, pushing the stick of lip balm back in the pocket of your hoodie.

“are you really going to try out every lip balm flavor to ever exist?” he asks with a chuckle before leaning in for a quick kiss. you lick your lips after, tasting the watermelon flavor.

“maaaybe. i wanted a change after cherry and honey. i’m curious about the mango one.”

“i think i like this one the best so far.” he shares his feedback, his attention moving back to his computer again. the clicks of the mouse fill the room, which feels oddly comforting that it lulls you to sleepiness.

“noted. it kinda matters what you think since you’re the one who uses up the other half.” you wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face on his shoulder. his grey hoodie is too soft for you not to snuggle in for warmth and comfort.

a smile makes it way on his face upon hearing your words, his free hand rubbing your back with care. “it did just became a thing, didn’t it? you kept on reminding me to put on lip balm, then you just gave up and did it yourself.”

“you always complain about your lips getting chapped. you won’t let me kiss you even though i don’t care about it.” now that you’re talking about it, you’re actually getting upset. “i had to put matters into my own hands!”

“see? you’re assertive. it’s one of the reasons why i’m attracted to you.”

“i don’t know.” you frown. “it’s just me being a needy girlfriend.”

“yah, it’s not like that.” he pushes you away lightly to look at you in the eyes, hands resting on your hips. “you’re a hands-on girlfriend. i love that you give me a lot of care and attention.”

a whine bubbles in your throat, not liking it when jungkook scolds you. “i didn’t really mean it in a bad way though.”

“why did you sound upset then?” his tone is soft and calm, hands sliding into your zip-up jacket to rub circles on your warm skin.

“i’m on my period today.”

it’s funny how such a simple phrase can explain so much. he immediately looks at the calendar on his desk, just then dawning on him that it’s already the end of the month. of course, he knew there must’ve been a reason why you just barged into his studio without announcement - only to curl up on his lap and to poke at his dimples.

“why didn’t you tell me? don’t you have cramps?”

you tune out, not hearing his questions. “oh, there they are again.” referring to his upper mouth corner dimples. your thumb brushes over the dip, and you swear you physically feel flowers blossom in your chest. “i love them so much. seriously.”

he smiles without showing his teeth, also revealing the long dimples on his cheeks. without much ado, you give each of them a sweet kiss. he can’t help but to feel both loved and endeared by your current fascination with them, now fully abandoning his work.

“god, they are so cute. stop showing them to me or i think i’ll cry.”

his smile drops, because you do cry. without fail during the week-long monthly visit. “i thought they’re supposed to make you feel better.”

“show me again.” he obliges without second thought. you press more kisses on them before you reach lips, cradling his face in your hands as you give him three quick kisses. he can’t resist the breathy chuckle that escapes him, your adorableness tugging at his heartstrings.

“you shouldn’t have said yes when i asked you to be my boyfriend. now look! i can’t get enough of you!”

his head drops on your shoulder as laughter vibrates through his body. when he said your assertiveness is one of the things he finds the most attractive about you, he truly meant it. he thinks that’s why you and his mother immediately clicked and still gets along very well - just like how she was the one who hit on his father (a story he finds both funny and fascinating), you were the one who stepped up and asked for a label. you know what you want, and you put into action whatever it takes to get it.

he looks up at you with starry eyes, pulling you closer. “let’s keep it that way. never get enough of me, okay?“

you narrow your eyes at him. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

he avoids your eyes by burying his face on your neck, hiding the blush on his cheeks. “i like to be babied and praised sometimes.” his voice comes out muffled, dripping with honesty and bashfulness.

“i know,” you answer fondly. you play with the hair on his nape, twisting a strand on your index finger. “you’re my baby, even though you’re way taller than me and you have a fucking tattoo sleeve. . .”

you bite the inside of your cheek when a certain memory floods back in your mind, the embarrassment still fresh despite it being a year past you. “you’re my baby even though i’m the one who cried while you were getting your inner elbow black out tattoo. or whatever it’s called.”

he laughs again, and you hit his arm with fake annoyance. “it looked so painful! and it took hours and hours. you honestly scare me with your pain tolerance.”

he knows it must’ve took a lot of you to sit there and watch him get poked by needles, but when he told you that so far, it’s the tattoo that would take him the longest to get done, you wanted to be there and support him. you love his tattoos. you love his passion and commitment to art.

he straightens back up and looks at you with his mischievous doe eyes. “you know what pain i will never be able to tolerate though?”

“i feel like you’re about to say something cheesy.”

he grins, dimples popping out again. “the pain of losing you in my life.”

“i can’t take you seriously with that big stupid smile.” you squeeze his cheeks using one hand, his pout sticking out like a beak. “you won’t ever lose me. in fact, you’re gonna have to drag me out of your life.” his eyes soften at your reassuring words, a refreshing balance of playful yet sincere.

“you know what you’re about to lose though?”

“what?” his voice comes out animated, sounding like a disney character you can’t remember the name of. with your free hand, you use the wooden desk as leverage to make the swivel chair face to your side. you crane his head towards the computer screen, the editing software he uses still open.

“your job.”

you drop your hand, settling with holding his waist. you bite back a laugh when he uses a sarcastic tone, sassy expression with an eyebrow lift and all.

“you know i am the founder and owner golden closet films, right?”

“then you should fire your editor for slacking off on the job! he let his girlfriend in his studio during work hours. is that not a violation of the office rules?”

he gives you a challenging look. “should i kick you out then?”

“i don’t know. should you?”

he doesn’t kick you out. instead, he continues editing until one in the morning, with you fast asleep in his arms. he decides to give up when his eyes start watering from the strain.

“babe? let’s go home.” he quietly tells you, stroking your hair gently.

“piggyback ride to the car?” you mutter weakly without opening your eyes.

“you carry me. aren’t i supposed to be your baby?”

you hit his back lightly with a closed fist, groaning in discomfort. “shut up, jungkook. i have cramps now.”

jungkook experiences his oh. moment of the day.

he winces in regret. “sorry, baby. i love you. i’ll carry you up to our bed.”

[fangirlshrewt97]

Watermelon Crush(er)

Hey guys, this one is...I’ll be honest it is absolutely ridiculous, but I saw a video on Youtube and had to write this. Did not have a choice. It is a little bit crack, and it is a modern AU just because I could not figure out how the hell this would come up in the canon timeline. 

I hope you guys like it? And, um, a little sorry in case this just turns out to be dumb?

Oh and I apologize if all the endearments I used ended up being Tamil, I didn’t know which were the Telugu equivalents...

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"Anna! Anna! Anna!" Malli shouted as she raced through their front door to the back garden where Sita and Jenny were having tea with Bheem.

Bheem threw his arms out to catch Malli as she nearly tripped over the door ledge, the bulging bag in her hand sending her forward. She started patting his arms excitedly, eyes alight even as she struggled to catch her breath.

Bheem laughed, steading her to her feet before switching places with her, leaving her sitting in his chair, and him kneeling in front of her. "Breathe Malli, calm down first."

Malli gulped in a large breath and closed her eyes, getting herself under control. She was still vibrating with excitement. 

Sita and Jenny exchanged confused but amused looks over her head.

"Alright, now what is it?" Bheem asked kindly.

The bag the girl had been carrying was sitting slack on her lap, and had fallen open to show two large watermelons.

Malli beamed at him and pulled out her phone. "Anna! You have to see this video! It is the coolest thing ever!"

Bheem winced, he was not a big fan of technology, and all his friends teased him about it, but Ram was just as bad, and they had spent many nights chatting about the confusing state of social media. At least Malli was usually nice about it, and to be fair she had shown him plenty of really cool videos. And had a huge batch of baby animal videos that nearly convinced Bheem to open an account.

Indulging her, Bheem crouched over her shoulder where she had pulled up the video. Sita and Jenny had also leaned in to be able to see her screen. Malli grinned at them before pressing play.

In it, a really muscled woman, clearly a body builder, was standing in shorts and a sports bra, flexing her muscles. Bheem thought he heard Sita gulp, but fought the urge to tease her. Malli was too young to be subjected to that type of talk. 

On screen, the woman proceeded to sit on the floor with a plastic sheet beneath her, legs straight in front of her. Her thighs were massive, and Bheem nodded, impressed. The lady accepted a watermelon from someone off screen.

"What is she going to do?" Bheem asked confused, but Malli shushed him.

Raising an arm up in surrender, Bheem continued watching.

The woman positioned the watermelon between her thighs, crossed her ankles, and leaned back. Then she squeezed. Now it was Jenny's turn to choke on a cough as the woman's leg muscles clearly clenched. After a minute, the fruit cracked, and when she lifted her hips, the innards gushed to the floor. 

Bheem's mouth dropped open, stunned. When he glanced at the girls, both had faint blushes on their cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he jostled his shoulder against Jenny's, sending her stumbling into Sita. He ran a hand over his hair. "That was impressive."

"Wasn't it?!" Malli exclaimed, delighted. She swiveled her head to look at the two older women who just nodded, unable to maintain eye contact with her. "Anna, you have to try it too!"

Bheem coughed, already shaking his head as Jenny and Sita whipped their heads in his direction. A mischievous grin took over their faces that could only spell trouble for Bheem.

"Malli, that is a great idea!" Jenny exclaimed. 

Traitor. Bheem made sure he told her so with his eyes. Jenny just smirked at him.

Sita went to pick up Malli's bag, and brought out the watermelon. "And you even brought the fruit."

Malli nodded her head. "I asked Amma if I could take it for Anna, and she said ok."

Sita stifled her laughter. "I think your mom probably assumed you'd be giving it to them to eat, not crush."

Bheem swatted at her before looking apologetically at Malli. "Kanna, I don't know about this...."

But Malli gave him her biggest pout. "Anna please! You have such strong legs! You can do it!"

"That's not-"

"Yes Bheem, the strongest legs! You'll not deny this beautiful little girl now will you?" Jenny interrupted, throwing her arms around Malli's shoulders. Bheem glared at her, but Jenny just smiled brightly as him. 

Sita was shaking behind her as she tried to keep from laughing. 

Faced with all three of their expectant faces, Bheem crumpled.

"Fine."

Damn it.

He really needed to learn how to say 'no'.

Malli squealed with excitement, clapping her hands. "Anna, go change into some shorts or something, and then we can do it here in the grass so the clean up won't be a problem."

Sita pinched her cheek. "Such a smart little girl."

Glaring at the younger woman, Bheem moved to go to his room. He didn't have shorts of his own, but Ram had a few old ones he rarely used anymore.

Snagging them, he quickly changed into the shorts and a sleeveless inner shirt. By the time he made it back to the garden, the girls had moved the table and chairs out of the way, and Malli was walking about the small space with her phone.

"Malli, what are you doing?"

"Trying to find the spot with the best lighting." the girl explained, tongue sticking out. "Here Anna! Come sit here."

He walked to the spot, before glancing at her. "Why does the lighting matter?"

"Because then only the video will look nice Anna!"

Bheem squawked. "I didn't say yes to any videos!"

Malli pouted at him again, looking at him with wide eyes.

Bheem cringed. He was so pathetic. "Fine. But do you need to post it?"

"Of course I do!" Malli said, stomping her foot for emphasis. "How else will people know how impressive my Anna is?"

Rubbing his hand over his face, he plopped down, resigned to his fate.

Until another voice joined them.

"What is going on here?" Ram leaned against the door to the back garden, looking over each of them with a bemused expression on his face. Bheem paled. Oh no.

”Are those my shorts Bheema?”

Sita and Jenny on the other hand looked delighted and grabbed a hold of each of his arms and dragged him towards Bheem so he was standing right behind Malli. "Perfect timing Ram! I am so happy you will get to see this in person."

Ram looked very confused and raised an eyebrow at Bheem who just managed to control his grimace. He tried to plead with Ram to leave but he doubted the girls would let him slip away.

"Ok Anna, here you go!" Malli said as she handed him the watermelon. It was larger than his head.

He sighed. This was not going to end well.

Avoiding eye contact with Ram, Bheem got into a comfortable position.

"Ready Anna?"

He nodded.

"And...action!"

He placed the watermelon between his thighs, sucking in a breath as the cool fruit touched his bare skin. He leaned back, planting both hands by his hips and crossed his ankles. Then he squeezed. 

He clenched his jaw as he increased the pressure, starting to feel the give. He grunted, lowering down to the ground once and repositioned the watermelon better. He got back in position and lifted his hips off the ground, teeth grinding as he squeezed harder. 

A small snap was the only warning he had before the whole fruit practically exploded in his lap.

Malli cheered even as he winced at the feel of fruit pulp sticking to his skin from where he sank to the ground.

"Ram!" Sita yelled, and Bheem whipped his head up. Ram was waving her away, but Bheem spotted a little bit of blood on his fingers. Yelling himself, Bheem scrambled up and rushed to Ram.

"What happened?!" Bheem cried out. He reached out to Ram, trying to grab him to see what was the problem, but Ram was refusing to look him in the eye. "Bangaram, let me see!"

Jenny rushed in from inside the house, and when had she gone in in the first place? Her hand was full of tissues, which she handed to Ram. 

Who shoved them over his nose.

Bheem calmed down a little. "Is that... did you get a nosebleed?"

Ram made a sound like a dying seal and ran into the house, leaving a very baffled Bheem behind.

There was a beat of silence as they stared at the swinging curtains left in Ram’s wake. 

Sita burst out laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks. Jenny followed close behind.

Traitors, both of them, Bheem was banning them from his house.

At least Malli looked as confused as Bheem.

"Anna, is Ram Anna ok?" she asked, voiced filled with concern.

"He's...he's fine Malli...don't worry...he just...just needs some time." Sita choked out in between her laughter.

Bheem went to pinch his nose before remembering the fruit pulp still sticking to half his body. He grimaced as the itchy stickiness started to make itself known.

"Malli, please clean up the watermelon? I need to go get cleaned up."

Jenny snickered. "You should ask Ram to help Bheem. Doesn't he love watermelon?"

Bheem scowled at her, trying to go find his lover to see what was his issue. He heard Malli asking Jenny what she meant. He snorted when Jenny stuttered.

Served them right.

See if he ever agreed to do anything like this again. Such a mess, he would need a good long shower. 

He paused, eyes going wide at the realization.

Oh.

Huh.

Maybe he would do a second demonstration. Just for Ram though.

After all, Malli had brought over two watermelons ... and it was bad to discard food.

Besides, watermelon was Ram's second favorite fruit. Bheem knew he'd not let it go to waste.

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Autumn Prompts 9 for Willex, please and thank you!

Incredible prompt, thank you so much for requesting it!! I also added 1. in here too, because I loved it so much and no one requested it, as a treat. (also I originally had no clue what gourds were, I thought they were like ghouls or something)

So, here's 9. I work at the pumpkin patch and that is an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy and 1. IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS for you

Thanks @legolasghosty for beta reading <33

Willex. 1.1k words. Rated T (for language).

“Okay, have a lovely day,” Willie told the old lady as he sent her off with her pumpkin and a smile. She smiled back at him before toddling off to her car. Willie looked after her for a moment before he turned to the next customer that just arrived at his register.

It was a guy around his age, strikingly handsome with his swoopy blond hair, and he looked entirely too stressed for someone visiting a pumpkin patch. One look down at his basket answered Willie’s unasked question, yet sparked about a dozen more—it was filled to the brim with small gourds.

“That’s an alarming amount of gourds you got there, buddy,” he pointed out with a chuckle as he raised his eyebrows at them. He looked up at the guy’s unimpressed yet still struggling face. He held out his hand to take the basket from him. “What do you need them for?”

The guy closed his eyes for a second. “It’s decorative gourd season, motherfucker,” he said tiredly. It sounded incredibly strange coming from his mouth.

Willie stared at him.

“What?” he asked, followed by a big, surprised laugh.

The guy sighed. “My friend is throwing this Halloween Party on the 31st and I’ve been tasked with getting the decoration. When I asked him what exactly he was looking for he said, well, that.”

Willie snorted. He began counting the gourds. It turned out to be even more than he thought, ranging in sizes from golf ball to small watermelon.

“I mean, he’s right. I think my boss agrees.” Willie showed off his surroundings with a flourish of his hand and it made the guy laugh. He was even more handsome like that, head dropped low which made his hair fall into his face as he shook with laughter.

“Yeah, they’d be great friends,” he agreed, looking back up and swiping the hair away from his forehead.

“Is it gonna be a big party?” Willie asked to keep the conversation going.

“I—think so?” Willie lifted his eyebrows at that again. “Like all our friends are coming, obviously, but he’s mentioned a couple names that I’ve never heard before, so I guess it will be, yeah.”

Willie nodded. “What are you gonna go as?”

“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” He pushed his hands in his pocket and began rocking back and forth on his feet while thinking. It was incredibly endearing. “At first I was thinking of going as that essay I failed horribly. I wrote it after being awake for two days straight and off my anxiety meds.”

“Oh my god, that’s horrible, truly terrifying,” Willie responded through a laugh.

“Right? Thank you!” The guy smiled brightly at that. “Yeah, but my friend said, “Alex, no one’s gonna get it, you’d have to explain it to everyone,” as if that wasn’t my entire plan to get through awkward conversations.”

“Clever,” Willie piped in.

“Anyways, he now wants us and our other friend to go as the Powerpuff Girls.”

Willie gasped. “Oh wow, that’s incredible too. Who would you be?”

“Bubbles probably, I’m the blond one,” the guy—Alex, he had a name now Willie realized—explained.

Willie nodded. “Hm, yeah I can see that, in a little blue dress…”

Alex choked out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

Willie crossed his arms. “Why, not a fan of men in dresses?” He tried to make it sound less accusatory than it probably did.

“Oh, no, absolutely, they’re great,” Alex was quick to explain, a blush rising to his cheeks, “just not on myself.”

Willie nodded again and dropped his arms. “Okay, that makes sense.”

Alex cleared his throat. “What about you?”

“What are my opinions on men in dresses?” Willie asked teasingly.

Alex blushed even deeper.

“I mean—” he stuttered.

“I’m just messing with you.” Willie assured him, adding his I’m a nice person, I swear, smile. “Although I have to say, I’m a fan, not just on others.”

“You are?” Alex asked in return, voice rising a bit.

“Yep,” Willie confirmed.

Alex cleared his throat again, seemingly shaking off his embarrassment.

“Well, are you gonna wear a little blue dress for Halloween then?” he asked, now more confidently flirting. Willie really enjoyed it.

But he shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere yet, so I’ll likely just be in my PJs.”

“Are they a little blue dress?”

“Maybe.” Willie winked.

Alex dropped his head toward his chest again, biting down a smile. When he looked up again, he directly met Willie’s eyes.

“I’m Alex, by the way.”

“Willie,” Willie responded, a little confused by the sudden introduction, but certainly not opposed.

“Well, Willie, can I invite you to a Halloween party? Assuming you’re not doing anything important?”

“Depends. Are you gonna be the prettiest boy at the party?” he quoted. Willie shifted his weight, purposefully taking his time to check Alex out, looking him up and down.

Alex blushed furiously under Willie’s gaze but held his stance. He chuckled. “Probably not.”

Willie smiled and leaned forward on his counter. “I doubt that. But then I think I have to see that for myself.”

Alex smiled too, all embarrassment forgotten. “So you’re coming?”

Willie nodded. “But I’m not spoiling my costume.”

“No, no. I’m—looking forward to seeing it. You. At the party.”

“Me too,” Willie agreed easily.

“Okay,” Alex said, then took a step back to leave.

“Hey, your gourds,” Willie was quick to say, holding the basket out to him again.

“Oh! Right, oh god, thanks,” Alex spluttered and stepped closer again, taking the basket. “How much do I owe you?”

Willie quickly calculated the price, having totally forgotten what they were doing in the process of their conversation, and Alex paid. Willie took one of the leaflets for the patch he kept on his counter and a pen and scribbled some digits, along with his name and a little heart.

“This is my number, text me the details,” he told Alex as he handed the leaflet over. Alex took it, careful not to smudge the ink. “Or just—whatever else comes to mind.”

“I will,” Alex said. “I’ll—see you then?”

Willie nodded. “See you then. Looking forward to it.”

Now he really had to figure out what to go as. Maybe he could find a little blue dress somewhere.

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Somewhere Only We Know

A/N - Hello, you lovely lot! Hope you are all keeping well in these utterly shit Covid times. Who would’ve thought that we would still be here in December?! Please see my offering for @goldenbluesuit​‘s Christmas Fic Challenge. Hope I’ve done a bit of justice with this piece.

I can remember Katie texting me telling me about the challenge, and I’ll admit I was given first dibs and now I’m absolutely shitting myself because I’ve seen all the brillaint entries so far and I’m not sure I really cut the mustard with this piece but I’m proud of myself for being able to put a solid 70% of this together in just one day (that one day being today).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Katie has done a brilliant job and I know how grateful she is towards anyone who has joined the challenge or supported by reading/sharing etc.... I need to stop rambling... Okay, thank you for sticking with me as always and happy reading! .x

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The last thing you remembered actually reading in the group chat was “make sure you have your wellies”. You were glad that you remembered that part at the very least.

Winds whipped around you as you buried your face further into your cream roll neck cable knit jumper, all but hidden underneath your tobacco borg teddy coat that someone had already likened to Macklemore.

Nothing like being back home with your closest and oldest friends.

Mud squelched under your feet as you walked in line with two of your oldest girl friends, eyes looking over the four males in front of you as they led the way over the grassy hills.

There had been zero planning on what today’s events would bring. It was quite clear that the seven of you just wanted to be reunited with the country air and wind bitten cheeks.

It was nice. How simple it was. On the surface at the very least. That was until you zoned in on the little things. 

Like his laugh. The same laugh that always carried somehow and it seemed like the wind was making it that much more prominent than usual today.

There was no denying, he had this glow about him. Even from the back of him. You felt silly for thinking it, but it was true. It was in the way he held himself as he attacked the grassy hills with his feet clad wellies and brown trousers.

Life had changed a lot in over a decade. Christ, had it been that long? You’d all gone from baby teenagers to fully fledged adults. The age range of your friendship differing slightly, the odd person here and there slightly older than a couple of people in the group.

Nonetheless, many of the experiences had been the same. The big job offers, and the even bigger promotions. The heartbreaks, regardless of their prominence or lack of, had been the felt the same. The flirtation between some of you sparked probably a bit more so now with a finesse that didn’t have you rolling your eyes but rather leaning into it. 

Four out of seven of you were single. Jack and Jonny were virtually married off, however neither of them were with their partners this year with both deciding to spend Christmas at home and New Years with their significant others. Alice was still loved up and going strong with her fella, as was Grace who you hadn’t heard a peep from as she constantly checked her phone to see when the person she was besotted with finally arrived up North thanks to West Midlands Trains pulling into Crewe. 

So that left Will, you and Harry. Harry who had  quite publicly made it known that he was single. Well, according to your Mum he had, in several interviews. Including the one that she had described as an ‘incredibly relaxing watch and nice background noise to my Sunday evening brew and ironing session’. 

That was a strange one for you, his honesty. In earlier years of friendship, he always seemed quite aloof. Like he was keeping his options open. Guarded in a way that frustrated at least 75% of the friendship group, in the nicest way possible. You knew that was a contradiction but any annoyance came from a good place. 

You remembered one night in 2014 when he wouldn’t quite give you a straight answer over tequila shots whether he was shagging someone or not. You also remember the way he’d been pulled away from you tactfully by Alice that night when she sensed how you were about to blow up at his lackadaisical attitude. 

The same had been felt in 2016. Not so much in 2018, but you weren’t single then so maybe you just didn’t care. 

2019 was significantly different though.

See the thing was, you knew him now. Like, knew knew him. 

Some would think it was a lapse of judgment, a reading that you would agree upon given what had happened two days prior if ever prodded about it publicly.

Others would vehemently disagree. Stating how long any sort of energy between the two of you had been bubbling for a number of years. 

Looking back you couldn’t even understand why you’d attended his show. You lived in Camden and it made sense, but that’s where the sense stopped. Even the ways he had reached out had been one of the most random messages you’d received from him

There was no context, just a simple ‘I’m playing the Electric Ballroom and there’s tickets waiting for you if you want ‘em.’

And the thing was, you loved that venue. The grungy-ness of it all. The way you had stuck to the floor while trying to dance along to the likes of The Hives and Kings of Leon when seeing them playing there, basking in your sweaty happiness. 

But the stickiness of the floor and sweatiness of the room didn’t compare to the stickiness and sweatiness you later found yourself partaking in as Harry took you from behind over the side of his couch. 

A shiver rolled through you at the thought, one that you would blame on the December bitter chill because it was a secret. One that neither of you had mentioned since it happened on Thursday night, or to be technically correct the early hours of Friday morning. 

He’d been good. Of course he had been.

He had that way about him that night that pulled you under a false sense of endeared security. From his dimpled smile to gleaming eyes. He was happy. 

And the way he had shone as he found you on the balcony had warmed you like nothing you had known in the longest time.

It caused you to forget about the worry that had laden you limbs as you turned up at 9.13pm to the wooden doors of the building, wondering how many songs he was in to the set as you convinced yourself he would start at 9.00pm.

As you’d been ushered over to a clear box window and uttered your name to a dorky looking man wearing a tracksuit pull over and watched him handover a white envelope through the circle hatch. 

You stood in the dark, next to two much younger girls who enjoyed the way his glances lingered over at their side. Eyes had found Gemma in the opposite corner of the balcony, her dancing and singing with some recognisable faces mainly more so because you had seen them on social media.

You, however, kept yourself to yourself. Until you were anchored in the tightest hug from Gemma that you had ever felt from her and swayed from side to side as she made it known how pleased she was to see you once the concert was over. 

That familiarity had been nice. The vibrancy of nostalgia consuming you in your entirety. 

Watching him work a room when he finally entered the after party was a sight to behold, in his navy blue pinstripe suit and yellow ‘I’m gonna die lonely’ t-shirt. 

He wasn’t. Gonna die lonely, that is. 

He glided so smoothly from one person to the next, spilling a drink down himself in the process you’d seen (and later felt when your hand clung to the fabric of his t-shirt as you kissed), making time for everyone in his own unique way.

Big eyes followed you over Gemma’s shoulder when he had finally found himself within your circle and hugged his sister once more that evening. They were hard to read but also openly filled with a glimmer of hope as he dropped his gaze to see what you were wearing.

And when he approached you, he hugged you in a way that managed to pull you into the darkened corner of the dingy space. Spinning your body to keep your face concealed from any prying eyes. 

He revealed to you how he didn’t think you were going to turn up, scanning you with his gaze as he spoke. You did the same, a bit taken aback by just how attractive you were finding him. He had always been handsome but the aura he gave off, made your fingers itch to have him closer to you. 

Words ran away from you that night as he begged and pleaded with you to tell him what your favourite song had been. Based on first impressions, which the show has been, then Canyon Moon and Watermelon Sugar had smothered you and given you no other option but to pick them.

If he were to ask you now you’d probably say To Be So Lonely, thanks to the drive home being longer than originally thought and said album being your choice of road trip music. 

Forget Driving Home For Christmas, nothing slapped more than one of your closest friends admitting to being an arrogant son of a bitch. 

After your chat, he mingled some more but Harry was always tactile and that night had been no different. He veered conversations with people you had never seen before to take place by the zone that you all occupied.

He actively kept his back against yours, allowing the faintest of touches and brushing of arms - sometimes hands too if he dropped them down heavily enough with his arms as he spoke - to entice and create a spark. 

You were kept late enough to miss the last tube. Battery dangerously low on your phone that you didn’t know if a transaction with Uber would be worth a try. 

Jumping into the same car as him had been easy. His soft and tired eyes findings yours in the cab as he leant his head back against the headrest in the back seat and let his lips tip upwards in an expression of tenderness that had you melting in your seat. 

“‘S been a while since we’ve both been a bit pissed in the back of a taxi,” he mused, pushing his fallen locks out of his eyes to ensure his view of you wasn’t obscured. “Come an’ cuddle me like you used to do when we went out a’ home and were worse for wear.”

Falling into his side was almost second nature, eyes closing as you let your forehead rest against his jawline and let his worn in cologne fill you senses and scatter your judgment.

You don’t even remember how you ended up kissing that night. A mixture of confessions about missing each other and praise of how good you both were in your own ways. The sound of his whispered, “are you coming home wi’me?” against your lips an offer too good for you to refuse as you sat pressed into his side and half in his lap. 

The giggles that night, around dramatic shushes as you tripped and shuffled from the car to his front door were almost haunting in your memory as he tried to chastise you around spluttered laughter about being respectful of his neighbours. 

Getting the key in the lock proved unchallenging -  one of the better analogies aligned to your memories and latter sexual endeavours - as you slipped into the house. He enjoyed watching the way you walked ahead of him into his home, not realising how much he needed that visual of seeing how well you fit in. 

While time seemed to slow in that moment, movements desperately sought the opposite. Hands gripped and clawed like their lives depended upon it. 

Looking back now, both he and you wished it hadn’t happened the way it did. Skirt lifted and over the side of his couch. Teeth clashing and hips knocking.

It had been every inch a drunken fumble. A first meeting slightly cheapened but wanted nonetheless. Only made even cheaper by the hush-hush concealing of it ever occurring. 

But a secret it was and a secret it would remain. 

And oh how you wished you had a pillow you could press you face into right now and scream, this time for an entirely different reason. Unlike that night. 

“Not seen a sign of any deer yet, mate,” you heard a voice break you out of your indulgence of recollecting past events. Harry was the worst at wanting to get a reaction. 

“Christ, have a bit of patience would yer?”

You smiled at the bickering, just like it always was as the River Dane could be heard in the distance somewhere as you walked. If you listened really close, that is. 

Lifting your eyes, your smile lingered as you watched Harry spin his body around and let his hands get lost in the massive pockets of his parka. He walked backwards holding your gaze softly with his eyes twinkling before he gently rolled them at the overreaction and impatience of your friends.

He seemed pleased that you’d enjoyed his teasing as you once again hid you smile into your jumper. 

You’d be alright.

***

You heard giggles and screams ahead of you as your friends stumbled in the dark and messed about as you got closer to the viaduct. This place or the people didn’t change, and at times while it filled you with a warm nostalgia, it could be heavily jarring.

A soft and lazy smile pulled at your lips as you felt his heavy forearm lightly tug you closer to him, his lips finding your hair. And then there was Harry. 

“Think we should go this way m’self,” Harry mumbled, the nudge of his hips against yours had you stumbling slightly in your heels away from the direction of your friends and somewhere completely different. 

“And why’s that?” You turned your face slightly, cheeks warm and flushed thanks to the mixture of alcoholic beverages; eyes glazed as they lifted up to look at him. 

“Cause you never would’ve let me when I was sixteen,” he admitted. 

“You didn’t ask.”

“‘M askin’ now.” 

With slow blinking eyes, you looked at his own unfocused vision. A soft shine to his skin, hair blowing gently against his forehead. The softest of smiles tilted at your lips.  

“On yer go,” he nudged you forward, this time more so with his crotch and his hands, which wrapped around your hips to help steer you. Harry was met with only a small amount of resistance from you as you split off from your friends and turned in the different direction. 

You bit back your laugh, dropping your head slightly as you felt your heels started to sink into the grass as you walked. Harry was level with you when you sunk down noticing the way you legs slightly gave way, a soft chuckle omitting from his throat as he asked, “You alrigh’?”

“I’m sinking in these bloody things,” you grumbled, pulling your heel from the grass and trying to place the sole of your shoe onto the ground beneath you first. 

“So much for no’ being able to take the country out o’ the girl. London’s changed yer, swear it.”

Shaking your head, you cut your eyes to give him a harsh stare for his wind up. His amused expression lit a fire in you like no other. He really wasn’t one to talk though, was he? 

“Gi’me your hand ‘ere,” he held his out to you, quickly cupping it when you handed it over and pulled it under his bent elbow. “Remind me again who’s idea this was, eh?”

He didn’t need reminding, he had been one of the keen instigators for the whole jaunt down Twemlow Viaduct. It usually was him, or Jack. The two of them often reminiscing on times they had both raided their parents' alcohol cupboards and managed to sneak out with some dusty bottle that held a liquor that tasted out of date and stale, and if not that then, cheap. 

“‘S still fucking freezing down ‘ere, in’it?” He asked, lifting his left hand up to his mouth and blowing against it to try and get some feeling back into his fingers.

“We’re so close to the river, I don’t know why you’d expect anything different?”

“Is this why everyone was always so insistent on necking anything with over 11% alcohol in it when we came down ‘ere as kids?”

“Probably,” you softly laughed. 

“‘S a bit different now though innit?”

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” you started to correct him, shrugging your hand out from under his elbow and reaching for your bag. Quickly fumbling with the clasp, you lifted up the quilted flap and managed to pull out the stainless steel hip flask.

Harry cackled a harsh laugh, his eyes crinkling as he slowly let his laughter die down and softly let his joy wash over his features. “Impressive. Gone all proper on me.”

“You know I haven’t,” you held his eyes watching as he nervously cupped at the back of his neck for a short while, a gentle bite down of his bottom lip, as you quickly uncapped the item and held it out to him. He looked like he needed the courage.  You continued, “We’re just a bit more refined, that and we earn a good living. Some more than others, and by some I mean you.” 

He held his hand up towards you with an amused grin at your comment. “You first, ‘s yours after all.” 

Lifting the item and knocking back your head, you swallowed the whiskey with a small grimace, before offering it to Harry once more. This time he accepted, his right hand making light work of taking the item from your hands and sipping at the contents.

His face wasn’t as contorted as your’s when he swallowed, a fan of the chosen beverage if needs must. “‘S the proper stuff, tha’ is,” he commented with a quick lick of his lips before continuing, “Come a long way from sneaking the bottles of dusty Blossom Hill from the back of the cupboard.”

“Don’t know about that,” you smiled, taking the item and pushing it back into your bag. “I’d still drink if, if it were on offer.”

“‘M sure Mum’s got a bottle or two going at home?”

“Is that your way of asking me to go home with you?” You paused. “Again.”

Harry remained silent at your words. Both you and he knew it was going to happen. A mixture of sparks and lovelorn, lingering glances was enough to make anyone both want to give up, while also giving a burning confidence usually unknown. 

Neither of you expected it would be you who started the conversation, however. 

“It is, ‘f it’s gonna work. ‘M not sure I could wait any longer t’be’onest wi’yer.“

Laughing, you reached up to push at his shoulder. He always knew exactly what to say, but no way was he going to make a laughing stock of the whole thing. “Oh, give over,” you spoke, harshly swallowing when he kept your hand against the thick cable knit black jumper he had on. “You’ve made it this far, thus far just fine.” 

“‘M not playin’,” he whispered, hand gently curling around your own and lifting it up to press against his face. His cheeks were warm underneath the cooler hands, despite the cold night whipping around you both and your mind quickly wondered if he was just as embarrassed for his lack of acknowledgment as you had been. “Homes nice, you’re nicer.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it,” you let your soft voice get taken by the wind.

“An’ what gave you tha’ impression?”

He did. He gave you that impression. By not mentioning it. By treating you how he always did.

“You.”

“Me?” Harry responded, indignantly, blowing out a sigh that had his cheeks puffing out underneath your hand. “‘M not doing a very good job then am I? I can’t keep m’eyes off o’you. ‘S not my fault you don’t bloody notice ‘em.”

But you had noticed them. 

His eyes, gaze following your every move, near enough. Stupid little touches. Glances of approval. Not just now, but from years before. 

Treating you how he always did.

Oh, treating you how he always did.

Bringing your eyes back to his figure, you saw the way his gaze darted and nervousness dragged at his features. A frown began to set itself between his eyebrows from worry. 

“Changes everything.”

Running his tongue along his teeth, Harry pursed his lips. “Everythin’ has changed, changed a long time ago an’all.” 

You dropped your hand down, it now massaging against the back of his neck and shoulder as you felt the tension of his body radiating through his clothes. Under the dim moonlight and the odd spotlight that had been added to the viaduct with each passing year for safety, Harry exhumed everything anyone would want in a boyfriend. He was soft, and so bloody gorgeous. Not just because he was personification of an almost six foot tall string of handsomeness, but his character did the talking for him.

He knocked the door before he walked into a room, for example. Who really did that kind of thing anymore? 

But you could also still see the heartbreak that lingered, albeit not as strong as it once was, it was still there. And that was problematic and scary. To be on the receiving end of it. Not that you would hold it against him, because you had been him at one point too. At many points in fact. 

When the two of you had shagged, because let’s face it that is exactly what it had been, while a sense of familiarity in the person was prevalent it was definitely overruled by the desire to just hit a euphoric high that if hit right could not be topped. 

Familiar overruled in other aspects, and it wasn’t to be brushed away. But was familiarity a mask that would slip sooner rather than later? Was it the start and the end?

The both of you experienced similarities in your life that could not be matched by the friends in your friendship group. London had chewed you up and spat you out, ruthlessly so. While rewarding you with long hours but fat pay cheques, careers that catapulted you to new heights and enabled you to see parts of the world that two country kids (which in one way you were) could never have imagined. 

Sure Harry’s had been on a much, much larger scale - you would not ever deny that - but you no longer fit in. 

And neither did he. 

This was a place that only the two of you knew. A place where you watched those around you fall in love and have the time to do so. A place where your friend's happiness was created a lot easier than it wasn’t and allowed a sense of success to weave its way in, through the most unexpected of happenings.

Not a place where you found happiness in your work because there was less of a space for happiness to blossom elsewhere. Not really. Not like you; both of you. 

Understanding was vital. 

This had been a place you knew like the back of your hand. A place that had you feeling the earth beneath your feet, fresh air in your lungs and had at times made it so you found yourself sitting by a river and finding yourself feeling complete. 

Yet looking over at the almost 26 year old, that just wasn’t the case anymore. 

And for once you didn’t feel alone. 

The sound of the odd piece of cobbled pavement underneath Harry shoes, buried beneath overgrown grass and plants, broke you from your thoughts, as you watched him kick at the ground and scuff his shoes.

He sighed, head tilted back before he knocked it to the side and caught your eyes. A small scoffed laugh left his lips as he shook his head and dropped his gaze to his feet.

“‘S it fucked?”

You hummed, a small frown lacing your features.

“Fucked it, haven’t I? Fuckin’- idiot-“ he breathed out a noise as he clenched his teeth, one that wasn’t quite a growl but enough to let you know he was agitated. Only strengthened by how tight his jaw became. 

Before you could even think, the back of your hand gently brushed against the pulsing hinge of his jaw. Muscles taut as you tried to soothe him in a way that your mind was screaming was far too intimate.

You didn’t want him having any internal battle about right and wrong. Not when you had both taken the same steps to get here. 

“Thought it was just meant as a one time thing,” you admitted. “Like you needed it, and I needed it. Was what it needed to be at the time. Bit rough, bit sloppy-“

You cringed are the use of the word. Wanting the ground to swallow you in a weird fashion. You should be able to talk open and honestly with someone who you had known longer than hadn’t. 

“Rough?“ Harry swallowed audibly, his face fallen. “That’s not-“ 

His eyes held an emotion similar to sorrow at the mention of the word. “That’s not the impression I wanted to give you.” 

“We were both drunk, it happens.” 

“Not with me it doesn’t. Not when it’s me, wanting to be wi’you.”

“I mean I was into it if that helps anything?” 

“Were yer?”

You looked at him from the corner of your vision, watching his lips try to fight a smile as you rolled yours into your mouth to not give yourself away. You knew what you were trying to do by speaking those words aloud but you wished you hadn’t. Awkward breathy laughs were shared by the two of you as you held his eyes. 

“Was I?”

You hummed in agreement to answer his question, letting your smile dance along your lips now and watching as Harry’s dimples started to show. His expression was youthful, slightly smug. 

“Good t’know.”

***

Finishing saying your goodbyes to your friends and ignoring their suggestive expression because ‘Harry was stopping as an extra pair of hands’, you shut the heavy wooden door and reached up to close the deadbolt lock at the top. Shortly after, you let your feet drop as you stopped standing on your tiptoes and pressed your forehead against the door. 

The silence of the pub was always a strange one to you. A place that was usually thriving, whether it was just your friends, or your parents friends. When the lights were turned out, it was actually quite a lonely place. Regardless of growing up around this sort of industry your entire life and having parents as publicans nothing was more depressing than an empty bar, lifeless and nothing like it was intended.

A suggested lock-in from Jack, who managed to interrupt both yours and Harry’s conversation earlier had not been a bad shout after all. You knew it meant that you would have to deal with the fallout with it being Christmas Eve, but it wasn’t very often that you found yourself in the setting. 

Turning to move from the door, you almost jumped out of your skin when you heard the opening of a familiar Lily Allen song start to play over the speakers. 

Harry emerged from the corner of the pub that housed the jukebox, slowly rubbing his hands together before he wordlessly picked up the scattered pint glasses that had remained on one of the tables that had been missed by the staff on the evening shift. His eyes glanced over at you, as you stood with a hand to your chest.

This wicked smile and gleam washed over his face as he paused his movement. “Did I scare yer?”

“Do you not think it’s a bit loud?”

He wrinkled his nose at you, a soft shake of his head no, to answer your question. 

“‘S your fave innit?” He asked, head nudging to where the jukebox was now hidden.

With a small smile you nodded, “Prefer the Keane version in all honesty.”

“Don’t have it in the bloody jukebox though, d’yer? Can’t like it that much.”

Your smile deepened at his exclaim and how prominent his accent sounded as he spoke, the small clink of the glasses he was holding only heard if you really zoned in. 

“Where d’yer want these?” He asked, holding up the five pint glasses he had collected. “Behind t’bar?”

Humming, you nodded and watched as he weaved his way through the tables to you. You frowned as he got closer, not understanding why he hadn’t bypassed you completely.

Once he was close enough to you, you watched as he reached for what you knew to be your own glass of wine that was almost finished. 

“Fancy the rest of this or can it go too?”

Looking at him and down to the glass, you gently wrapped your hand around it and brought the lip to your mouth. You knocked the item back quickly, swallowing the rest of your wine, before handing over the now empty glass back to Harry.

“Good girl,” he joked, light laughter lacing each word. “Sit yourself down.”

Wearing an amused and quizzical expression, you let yourself sink down into the wooden chair. Resting your chin on your hand, you spun slightly in your seat to keep your eyes on Harry as he placed the glasses down and lifted the hatch so he could step behind the bar. 

With your free hand, you started to tap the worn beer coaster labelled with the Cheshire Brewhouse logo against the table. Part of you hated how Harry had a knack for anything, including knowing his way around a bar. 

He busied himself with collating the glasses once more as you let your eyes take in the surroundings you had known, loved and even grown out of. 

Your parent’s pub was cosy and friendly. A truly 

classic and quintessential British village pub, featuring open fires, bookcases found in the very far corner or the jukebox in the other, lots of old oak and a really pleasant garden with benches for the summat and heaters for the winter. You know the kind that had its regulars that had kids who had seen each other grow up.

The bar was the centre of the pubs house, with an extensive array of whiskies amongst many other delights. A nice range of local ales and a well-balanced, great quality list of wines on offer designed (which you would be taste testing if the service hadn’t decided to take a break) to complement the food menus designed daily by a team of chefs who all have a passion for great cooking using fresh, seasonal and local ingredients.

It looked as Christmassy as Christmas could get, with a real tree which was locally sourced from one of the many surrounding farms and traditionally decorated with golds and reds. Twinkly lights shone, not only on the trees but as part of the garland that was hung above the bar each year, much to the annoyance of your Dad and the delight of your Mum.

Slowly dragging your eyes back to the bar, you watched Harry as he poured you another glass of white wine and started to recap the bottle. He must’ve felt your eyes on him, his gaze meeting yours almost immediately. 

“Service is a bit slow,” you jibed, once you knew he was with you. “Going to ruin the reputation of a fine establishment.”

His chuckle was breathy in response, but warmed you through as he turned his back and pushed his tumbler glass up against the device at the bottom of the Glenfiddich distilled malt whiskey, not once but twice going for a double. 

“Helping yourself to the stock now, as well.” 

“‘M sure your Dad won’t mind,” he responded, twisting his body back around to reach for your own glass and place it onto a tray that sat along the bar top. “In fact he’d probably make a comment about how it’d put hairs on m’chest.”

You laughed, unrestrained, knowing just how right he had been with that comment. 

Over the otherside of the room, Harry smiled and shushed you as he walked closer, easily holding the tray with your drinks upon it. “Being a bit loud,” he taunted as he slid the tray down to the oak table.

“Oh, now you’re concerned about the noise.”

With his hand against the back of the chair which was currently housing your outstretched legs, you felt him start to wobble the seat to give you a warning. 

“Hang on,” you said, “Plenty of other chairs.”

“This one’s mine,” he responded.

Wanting to roll your eyes but deciding not to, you let your legs drop down and gave the seat back to Harry. Once he was comfortable and he’d taken your drink off the tray, he gestured with his right hand.

Not entirely focused, he had to do the ‘come hither’ motion a couple of times before you finally cottoned on. He was willing to let you put your legs on his lap instead, while he may have taken the seat it didn’t mean he wanted to take away your comfort.

No sooner had your legs been raised to rest against his tan washed velvet corduroy trousers, was he fiddling with the buckle of your stiletto sandals.

“Got mud everywhere,” you commented, wiggling your toes that were painted a festive red and inspecting the little dots of dirt that were splattered against your skin, as Harry dropped the first shoe to the floor and quickly worked on the second. “Dread to think what they smell like.”

“Smell alrigh’ from ‘ere,” he mused, smirk faint but glaring obvious in his tone of voice as he threw a quick and mischievous glance at you. As you elongated your foot against his thighs, the tips of your toes were just about able to press into his thick jumper to try and jab at him for his comment. 

Before you were able to put any sort of force behind your action, Harry’s hand clamped down around the top of your foot causing your eyes to snap up away from his hand and up to his eyes.

There he sat watching you, top two teeth pressed into his bottom lip keep his smile at bay. Releasing his lips slowly, his whispered threat left his throat, “I will tickle.”

You tried to fidget away but to no avail. With a whined laugh, you frowned as Harry goaded you by slowly raising his eyebrows. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

You had tried him. 

Truth be told you wanted to again.

If he wanted to.

Reaching for your wine, you took a hefty sip and let the silence swallow you both. Harry, who kept his hand on your foot and his fingers dancing gently against the top, let his head fall back awkwardly against the hardwood. His head dropped to the side taking in his surroundings and their familiarity. 

“Do you ever get tired of coming back?” 

You hummed, sure you had misheard due to the way the blood was rushing around your ears. He turned to look at you, all double chin and puffy cheeks.

“Of everything being the same, but different?”

His whispers captivated you, hushed confessions not quite meant for anyone else but his own mind yet spilling from him with such an ease that he did nothing to fight them. 

“I’ll admit, I come home for other people. Not for me.”

“People?”

“Mum, Dad,” you paused. “You.”

His smile deepened. His chin knocking down to his chest, his eyes looking up at you from underneath his curling hair from being caught in the moist winter evening just hours before.

“You can stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you did three nights ago.”

Harry breathed in deeply, his nostrils flaring and his chest expanding. A lick of his lips, before his mouth dropped to sit slightly agape. 

“What if I don’t wan’to? What if I want t’look at yer like this all the time?”

You found yourself unable to respond, nose burying itself into your wine glass as you pressed your lips against the cool outside to try and hide your burning smile. 

His lips curled lightly, before he breathed a laugh once and gently shook your foot with his hand. “Eh? Come ‘ere-“

“Harry,” you breathed.

“C’mon, c’mere. ‘S room for more than just your feet.”

If it wasn’t for the creak of your chair as you slowly started to push yourself out of it, you wouldn’t have consciously been aware of how you were making your way to him. 

His body relaxed, somehow managing to become closer to horizontal than sitting upright in his seat, as he peered as you walking the short distance over to him. 

With his legs widened, he pressed his face into your side now that you were close enough. His nose inhaled the familiar scent of your perfume which was only faint now due to the other senses and scents it had mixed with throughout the evening.

Rolling his face out of your body, he knocked his head back and pressed his chin where his face had been. The face you showed him was worn with worry, an expression he did not want to meet.

“‘S wrong?”

His ask was lazy. Not wanting to dig deep and know. What if he didn’t like what he found? 

“We know how this is going to end.”

“Do we?” He prodded. His eyes moved over your features quickly before they partly disappeared to him, thanks to your curtain of hair which slowly fell down.

His hand reached up, desperately brushing it away and cupping at the back of your head as best as he could while he remained seated. 

“How’s that? Tell me.”

“Same, but different.” 

You knew you shouldn’t use his words, not in a way that could be considered against him, but they - in the most ambiguous of ways - described everything perfectly. 

“Not if I have my way.” 

His words were almost lost against your stomach as he pressed his face against you once more and wrapped his hands around you; sweaty, nervous palms pressing to the backs of your thighs. 

“Same, but better.”

Harry guided you down to his lap, his lips somehow managing to remain pressed into stomach, or your chest, or your clavicle, as your face became level with his. 

“Different, but better.” 

He kissed against your cheek slowly, nose nudging at your skin as he willed for you to relax against him. “I don’t know how you like it, like this,” he whispered in confession. “Show me?”

A puff of air left your lips as you turned to look at him with hooded eyes. His mouth was closer to yours than you originally thought, corners of lips brushing as you slightly pulled away. 

When your lips met, it was in the softest of pecks that trembled under your nerves. Both sets of eyes looking back at each other as you innocently engaged. 

If you were to take your eyes away from him in any way, you would notice those fluffy curls of his falling over his forehead and the lightest dusting of red blush making itself known against his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

He felt like a school boy, lost and clumsy. The kid who was once again flicking paper at you in science class just so he could pull a face at you over something your teacher was saying to get you to laugh. 

Mouths hovering over each other, your breathing mixed, as Harry nodded to you slightly. You pressed your lips to his once more, feeling the way he gradually opened up to you, warmed and softened underneath the puckering of your mouth against his. 

His hands, that slightly trembled, smoothed over your hips trying to pull your body so that it was more so flush against his. You moaned softly, your hands running over his jumper covered shoulders, fingers digging and pulling at the material just below the nape of his neck. 

The chair beneath you moved lightly against the floor, not quite a scrape but a dull drag. Neither of you broke the kiss, but his hands against you allowed fingers to dig in to hold you steady to him so if you were to fall from where you were sitting, he still had you. 

His lips slowed, moving to press against your cheeks again as he panted and his warmth breath bounced off your skin. “Think I got it,” he heaved. 

“Do you?”

Harry hummed his ‘yea’, before pressing his lips so tenderly to your chin and the underside of your jaw. He felt how you swallowed heavily, throat dry from the way your mouth hung open and your neck further exposed itself as you lolled your head back. 

You were falling further and further back, finding it hard to stay upright as he devoured you and made you weaker with each pulling kiss. His groans were needy, muffled and making your ache. While yours were silent and making his desperate to pull something from you. To build is confidence in that he was doing something right, you liked it this way too. 

Hands fumbled and dragged upwards at your skirt, faintly aware now how it was similar - if not the same one - to the garment you wore to his show. 

“Gonna take this off properly,” he mumbled, feeling the way your hips moved slightly from his hands to roll over him. 

“You don’t have to-“

“No?” 

Your voices were rushed as you spoke to each other, barely audible but loud enough all the same. His head was knocked back slightly as you hovered over him and you found yourself admiring his blissed out face even only in the lead up.

This was a sight that you hadn’t received last time, and if you had your way it was one you were going to greedily enjoy in all its glory.

Like watching the way his eyes closed and he softly grinned, the left side of his teeth started to show as the one side of his face reacted first while your hands blindly moved to lift up his jumper and the white tee he had on underneath, to allow you to find the button of his corduroys.

“What ya doing?”

“Nothing,” you mused. 

He pulled a face, the kind that down turned his lips, eyebrows raised and head slightly tilted to the side. The kind that had you smiling. 

“Not trying to get m’trousers around m’ankles for a second time within a week then?”

You giggled. “No.”

“Please do.”

A low moan left you as you pressed your forehead to his jaw and dropped your eyes. Your hands slowly started to pull at the brass button and pop it open before seeking out the zip thanks to his desperate plea, encouraging you to continue. 

Hands quickly sought out the waistband of the trousers and gently pulled at the item. From the way that you were sat, you knew there was no way you were doing to make them budge.

“Stand up fo’ me,” he mumbled, quickly helping you get off his lap so that he could make light work of his clothing and pull down his trousers and underwear. 

His bare bum made easy contact with the cushion leather beneath him, eyes carefully watching you as your hands moved to underneath your skirt. 

The fabric of your underwear slipped so easily down your legs, his eyes just about caught the sight of them as they pooled against your ankles and you kicked them away. 

Legs pressed together, you slowly untucked the v-necked blouse you had chosen and pulled it over your head. Wearing nothing but a fancy black bra, and a tight little skirt you hastily snatched for your wine and took a hefty gulp.

You could feel his eyes on you, a gruff groan catching in the back of his throat and when you finally turned your eyes from where they had been looking down at your heaving chest and how great this bra made your boobs look, causing him to move his hand down to start playing with himself. 

His name left your lips in a breathy gasp, causing you to look up quite surprised at the find of his right hand gently tugging at his hard length.

“Keepin’ me waitin’,” he groaned, his left hand sloppily reached for the back of the collar of his jumper and tee, pulling the item roughly over his head.

“Fuck sake,” he mumbled under his breath, agitated that he was unable to get both items of in one go.

“Smooth.”

Harry stared up at you with a playful squint, before he gently fell back and moved the chair as he did so, the dull scrape heard once more. 

And if you didn’t know he was flushed before, when you first kissed, you were definitely aware now. His eyes were blown out and hungry as they devoured you. Hair wildly haphazard before he let go of himself with a soft slap of his skin and harshly pushed his fingers through it.

“‘S it still a couple of quid for a strip of three,” his words brought you back to him. This smugness radiated off of him as he groaned and leaned forward to push his trousers down all of the way. Over his vans and socked feet, before he toed them off as well be harshly pulled at his white sport socks. 

You didn’t even need for him to explain what he meant, staying silent as you watched his hands tug at his corduroys from the floor and retrieve his wallet. As his fingers moved around to find a couple of quid, the jangle of the coins was taunting. 

One leg crossed over the other, you swayed and found yourself blushing when he looked up at you once he’d managed to find enough money and then some. With his wallet thrown on the table, he stood proudly from the seat and closed the short gap between your both.

Leaning forward he easily took your lips with his own before pulling away. With his face still close to yours he whispered, “Promise not to look at my arse.”

He didn’t hang around long enough for your reply, instead turning away and brazenly giving you all the time you would ever need to admire him, his fantastic bum and his hairy legs before he opted for a jog-walk type of thing, suddenly conscious that he was absolutely walking around naked from the waist down in a pub owned by your parents. 

While you waited you took a quick pull from his whiskey, needing the heftier burn for Dutch courage. Nervousness returned when you heard the endings of what you believed to be Harry whistling. 

“Machine ate all m’fuckin’ change,” he grumbled, regardless of the twinkle in his eye at the strip of overpriced condoms he had managed to score from the men’s bathroom. “‘S Durex. Business must be booming, your Dad’s definitely gone up in the world.” 

“Please don’t talk about my Dad.”

He smiled brightly before he reached for your face with one hand and pulled you towards him mumbling his ‘sorry’s’ against your lips as he gave you several kisses in quick succession. 

His other arm loosely wrapped around your back and pulled you with him as he walked backwards and slowly lowered himself back onto his previous seat. The chair creaked as you joined him, slipping into his lap and feeling the way he was smiling now.

Pulling away from your kiss, he quickly tore away one of the condoms allowing the others to fall without much care to the floor. Teeth took a hold of the foil-like packaging and he tore it not so elegantly with his eagerness.

With his cock nestled in the crease of his own thigh now, the heat radiating from it matched your own agonising yearning. Scooting back to give him space, you heard him groan as he gently rolled the condom down onto himself. Eyes looking up just in time to see him knocking his head back and breathing deeply through nose. The foil-like packaging was back in between his teeth once more as his hands were otherwise preoccupied.

Slowly your hand reached up to take it from his mouth, feeling some playful resistance as Harry continued to hold it in his teeth. His eyes were open and boyishly sincere, as you tugged at the item and he finally released it when you lightly laughed. 

“Gi’me a kiss.”

Obliging him, you leant forward and slotted your mouths together a lot easier than you had done at the start of the night. A heat built easily between the two of you, as Harry gave you his tongue and you felt the flex of his jaw under your hand as he worked your mouths together.

He was eager, his hands tightening on your waist before he growled when he understood he had to grab handfuls of skirt before he could cup your backside. But when his skin met yours and you ground down onto his lap, the groan that left him was the most animalistic sound imaginable. 

The frown your face fell into showed your desire to whimper, as he kept you atop him and marvelled in the way you writhed, both from satisfaction and keenness at the pressure of his cock against you. 

“Can I have you again?” He asked, the startings of sweaty hair being pushed off your face. His eyes peered at you, searching for his answer as you seemed to be able to do nothing but pant and look back at him yearningly. “Are you letting me?”

You dragged your fingers down his t-shirt covered torso and lifted it slightly just to see the quiver of his stomach as pulled you onto him once more. 

“Like this?” you voiced, meekly.

“‘F this is what you like then, yea’”, he breathed into your mouth, hands shifting your pliant body. “Is this what you want?”

You wordlessly nod, mouth falling open in a breathy gasp when he managed to move you so he sat so enticingly at your entrance. He was teasing both yourself and him, wanting to keep you both on the edge. 

Harry blinked a few times as he looked at you, and you revelled in the way he couldn’t seem to concentrate. His hands held your flesh tightly, fingertips dipping into the skin of your bum cheeks as he gently guided you down.

An unattractive and dull, quite strangled noise, left your throat as you let your forehead fall against his temple. Eyes falling down you see the cups of your bra fall slack, you felt his hands softly gliding over your shoulder blades and shoulders. 

He rid you of your bra, hands moving to your chest to squeeze your breasts. His jaw fell slack when you found yourself sitting snugly on his lap - on him - settled and already feeling spent.

This was so different compared to the last time; if not overwhelming so because of the way you both appeared to be so present. Each movement of your hips, and the way they rolled and grinded and dragged felt too much. So much so that you had become nothing more than a mess of short, quick breathing and blushing, sweaty cheeks. 

Slack-jaw, you were unable to find it in you to return Harry’s kisses, and his joyful, breathy chuckle seemed to lead you to believe he was fine with it. In fact he was happy to keep going as you were. 

Your movements were frantic, and despite the build up, not entirely driven by lust either. Harry continued to encourage you to move as you were; slow, grinding motions on his lap that caused the filthiest of groans and dirtiest of laughs from the two of you. Laughter that was only made stronger as the chair that held you both started to creak too. 

You couldn’t do much about it though other than to breathe into each other’s mouth, and rock your hips together with more fervour each time. 

“Yea’,” he breathed against your lips, left hand at the back of your head holding you to him, while his right rested just above your bum. “‘S better. That’s better.”

It was better. Better than last time. Better than anything before. 

And while it hadn’t been frantic before, it was now as your legs that were hanging down either side of the chair started to tremble and your toes started to dig into the worn carpet beneath them. Hips knocking and your clit dragging heavenly against his public bone, you grasped his name as you buried your face into his neck and dug your nails into his nape.

Harry hissed his approval which fell to a groan as your nails pushed up into his hair and lightly pulled as you sought leverage. There were so many things you were learning this time around and his penchant for liking his hair pulled from time to time, was one of those things. 

“God, ‘m gonna come soon,” he admitted, gruntly as he forced your hips down as he anchored his legs and widened his seating position. “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” you whined. “Yes. Like this-“

And as you pressed your face to his once more, he was everywhere. Soft but hard, loving but commanding. Smelled like clean washing detergent but of country air. Inviting and alluring, allowing you your lingering kisses between grounding breaths that became staccato in unison with the movement of your hips. 

You aren’t ashamed of the whines that escaped your throat as you squeezed down on his cock, praised by indecipherable works that left Harry but were nothing more to you than lips moving against your rough and dry ones. Word that made the burning feeling of your pending orgasm spread through your entire body, warming you and setting you alight.

It was long and deep, with your toes curling into the carpet they were pressed against now. Barely able to catch your breath, sucking in harshly and shaking. 

And when you came to, thoroughly exhausted, you noticed that he was waiting for your say so. That he could let go and enjoy the pleasure brought about by your shared labour. 

“Coming-“ was all the warning that you got and was enough to encourage you to watch him as he came, his face completely void of anything other than pure pleasure. Wrinkles and frowns fade, his mouth falling open with his pink lips glinting prettily under the dim Christmas lights around you.

His forehead gleamed with sweat as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and his hips bucked up one, two and three times for good measure. “Fuck me,” he heaved gruffly.

You were suddenly desperate to feel his lips on yours despite the way you both continued to fight to get your breath back, but settled for resting them against the skin of his cheek, which was hot to the touch. 

When you felt Harry start to go soft, you reluctantly pulled away and let him slip out of you. He wasn’t so keen to let you get too far, holding you just that bit higher than before with his hand cupping gently but firmly at your hip. “Where’d you think you’re going,” he hummed, eyes still closed as he continued to heavily inhale and exhale. 

You softly smiled, taking in his soft face and responded by nuzzling close to him again. 

Nowhere. Somewhere. Anywhere with him.

A place where only the two of you knew, like the back of your hand. The same way you knew each other. Now and possibly forever.

[maximoffs-girl]

fic prompt: peter maximoff LOVES bad ideas

YESSS, thanks for the request! Absolutely love this idea. Hope this was sorta what you were asking for, cuz this is what popped into my mind!

Midnight Mischief | Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ :

- one curseword

- Peter being a cutie

Peter wakes you up for some midnight mischief. Are you up for another one of his bad ideas?

"Pssssst. (Y/NNNN). Wakey-wakey."

You woke up to a certain speedster hovering above you, prodding your cheek. "What do you want, Pete." You mumbled sleepily. You looked at the clock standing on your nightstand. "It's two in the morning, please let me sleep." Peter's eyes had a mischievous glint in the dark. This certainly wasn't the first time the young man had awoken you to help him with another one of his "good" ideas. "Why sleep when there's so many other exciting things to do?" You raised an eyebrow and sat up straight, still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "Like?" He grinned. "Come with me and you'll find out."

This was a horrible idea. Absolutely terrible. Yet here you were, holding on to Peter's hand in the middle of one of the only stores that was still open at this hour, with a watermelon under your coat, making it look like you were pregnant. "Why do you even need a watermelon?" Peter shrugged. "I was craving it." You shook your head.

"Alright, so what now? Just walk out of the store?" The speedster nodded. "Walk pregnant." "What do you mean walk pregnant, how do you even do that?" Peter scoffed. "Like this." And he proceeded to waddle around the aisle. You couldn't help but burst out into laughter. "Okay, walk like a penguin with diarrhea. Got it." Peter chuckled and sneaked his arm around your waist. "Let's go, babe. Put on your acting face and your shitting penguin walk."

You unconsciously leaned into Peter while letting him lead you through the store. You got a few endearing glances from some late-night customers, who were presumptuously admiring what they thought was a young couple in love. You blushed at the thought of you and Peter being like that.

Just when you wanted to waddle out of the store, the man behind the cash register stopped you two. "Excuse me, ma'am?" You gulped and tried not to look guilty. "Yes?" You felt Peter's grip tighten slightly around your waist. "Don't mean ta bother ya, but you didn't seem ta be pregnant when ya walked in here." Peter pulled you close. "Oh, life goes so fast, my friend." The man wasn't amused and let out a tired sigh. "Okay kid, just hand ovah, whatever ya got under ya coat." Your silver-haired partner hissed. "Sorryyy, not gonna happen, man." And with a flash, Peter grabbed a couple of candybars from the rack behind the register, gently put his hand on your neck and lower back and got you two out of there in a matter of seconds.

You both laughed, collapsing on the grass, outside the school. "Did you see his face?" Peter hiccuped. "Poor guy!" You managed to get out in-between giggles, still holding the watermelon. "One thing I don't understand, though." Peter turned to you with a questioning look on his handsome face. "What?" You turned to him. "You could've just sped in there yourself and stolen the watermelon on your own." The silver-haired speedster shrugged and avoided your glance. "Was more fun this way. And y'know, I like spending time with you." You smiled and pecked his cheek. "I like spending time with you too, Speedy. But next time, please at a more reasonable time."

All the blushing Peter could do was give you a dopey smile and reply: "But midnight's when all the best ideas come up."

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Produce Joe

(My gif)(Requested by @westanimagines )

- You and Joe meet when you get a job at the grocery store and are given a tour of the place by your new manager. 

- After being shown around the floor of the shop, he takes you into the backrooms and introduces you to Randy and the ever interesting Joe; who he has to tap on the shoulder in order to make him realize there’s people behind him since his music is playing so loud. 

- The bespectacled boy tries to play it cool but you can tell he’s a little embarrassed; particularly when his eyes fall on you and your manager explains that you’ll be starting work there the next Monday. 

- You give the man a polite hello before you’re ushered out of the room and whisked away to be shown around the rest of the building; leaving Joe flustered yet realistically unhopeful. 

- As I said before, you start work the next Monday and things go smoothly. You make friends with the other girls on shift and you do the mind numbing work that pertains to a job at a grocery store. 

- When you first start working there, you don’t really talk to Joe all that much. You don’t have a reason to be in his portion of the store most days and you’re new to the job so you’re doing whatever you can to look like a picture perfect employee as you figure out the rules of working there. 

- Once you’re a little more comfortable in your position, you do a bit more wandering and are trusted with more tedious jobs that have you going into the back of the store. That's when you actually start making conversation from time to time. 

- Your conversations are always a bit awkward but you come to realize that that’s …sort of just Joe. Which is why you begin to feel a bit bad for him.

- He’s always detached from everyone, always alone, and though you can’t say for sure that he isn’t the one who’s doing the detaching, you figure that it can’t be easy all the same and make it your mission to be friendly and talk with him. And his pleasant response to your interest in him convinces you that you've done the right thing. 

- Soon enough, he’s latched onto you. Not in a creepy way but in a friendly, ‘you’re the only one who I’m comfortable around and who talks to me’ sort of way. 

- It’s easy to see that you just being there makes his day a whole lot better; and that he looks forward to your little interactions, and though your coworkers certainly find him a bit strange, you begin to find him sort of cute. 

- Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t take Joe a ridiculously long time to shoot his shot. He just randomly asks if you’d want to see a movie with him on Saturday and against your better judgement of dating one of your coworkers, you can’t help but agree. 

- Hey, if there was anyone you’d be able to avoid at work and whose offer is dorkily endearing enough to persuade you into accepting, it’s Joe. 

- So you meet up with him that next Saturday and settle in for a date at the cinema, sharing a popcorn and pretending like you aren’t flattered by/don’t notice his glances towards you. 

- He almost kisses you after the movie as the two of you are saying goodbye but he very obviously loses his nerve and plays it off before the two of you call it a night. And as you’re driving yourself home, you’re surprised by how disappointed you are that he didn’t....

- Though you don’t wind up waiting too long for that kiss since you wind up taking it for yourself a few days later when you’re retrieving something from his area of the shop. 

- You figure that it’s best to get it out of the way to show him that you want him to kiss you so, after he hands you the box of things that you’d came there for, you lean up and peck him on the lips, giving him a cheerful thanks before you leave the room; leaving him an ecstatic mess. 

- And just like that, you’ve got yourself the freshest boy at the grocers. 

- Joe likes to pretend like he’s this cool tough guy but at the same time, he knows that he isn’t; which makes you being with him a big accomplishment in his eyes. He’s incredibly proud that you’ve chosen to be his girlfriend and being your boyfriend makes him feel cool so he loves pda and being able to show you off.  

- Him awkwardly throwing his arm around your shoulder while trying to look all macho. He’s a dork and that’s just something you’ll have to get used to. 

- Kiss his cheek! Kiss his cheek! Seriously, he loves it almost as much as he loves you. 

- Clumsy but sweet kisses. 

- Taking his glasses off so that you can kiss him better. I can’t imagine it would be easy to touch lips with those massive frames in the way. 

- The main pet name he uses is babe and it almost always sounds hilarious whenever it leaves his mouth.  

- Most of the time, when you cuddle, he’s the big spoon. He likes nuzzling into the back of your neck and having you pressed up against him; and he’s tall so it works out quite nicely. 

- Laying your head in each others laps. Oftentimes he’ll snuggle into your lap or stomach, wrapping his arms around the small of your back as your fingers card through his hair. 

- Brushing his hair out of his face. It never seems to bother him but every now and again it bothers the hell out of you. 

- Always having the freshest fruit and vegetables. If your boyfriend doesn’t put aside the best of the bunch when your favorite produce comes in, is he even your boyfriend?

- Spitting watermelon seeds and playing other stupid little games.

- Sliding down the grocery shoot every now and again when you know you aren’t gonna get caught; not that your boss really cares 90% of the time. 

- Making faces at each other.

- Goofing off and not taking yourselves too seriously. 

- Occasionally spooking him when you come to visit since he plays his music so loud. It’s become a highlight of your day to make him momentarily jump out of his skin; you consider it to be you avenging his eardrums. 

- Borrowing his Walkman and cassettes. It’ll definitely take some convincing though, that things practically his baby. 

- Dancing to music and lip syncing to songs.

- You can’t tell me that he doesn’t look like a “little” nerd, which is why I’m making him liking Star Wars and Star Trek and all of those geeky interests a thing. 

- Going to conventions and other nerdy events like that.

- Playing different tabletop games. 

- Movie dates. Something tells me he’d be one of those guys who are scared of horror movies but would try to play it off like he wasn’t…up until he’s clutching your hand all tight and refusing to walk down a dark street.

- Arcade dates.

- Carnival dates. 

- Mall dates. 

- He’s adorably willing to indulge in your more “girly” interests and probably secretly likes them himself.

- Taking naps together; though he strikes me as the type of person who barely gets any sleep so you might just be taking naps at his apartment while he does his own thing.

- Playful competitions.

- Him scaring the shit out of you with his chopping and dicing; to the point where you’re compelled to do his work yourself so that you know he isn’t gonna lose a finger. 

- Eating lunch together and sharing food. You spend pretty much all of your lunch breaks in the backrooms with him.

- Talking with Randy every now and again while you wait for Joe. He appreciates the occasional company and the fact that you can save him some trouble and relay messages to your boyfriend for him. 

- Long conversations about nothing in particular. You can rant to him about whatever you want but I can’t guarantee that he’ll be listening too intently; not that he’s purposefully ignoring you or anything.

- He’s kind of the typical oblivious boyfriend but he’s never malicious in his ignorance. He’s just a goofy dork who doesn’t take notice of subtleties and has trouble concentrating. 

- Letting him brag about his accomplishments; even though you probably know that he’s completely making them up. He’ll probably “come clean” later on in your relationship and you'll have to hold back a laugh while trying to sound sincere when you tell him it’s okay. 

- Him trying to act tough yet borderline hiding behind you when things get scary. 

- Most of the time, Joe doesn’t take notice of any flirtation or suggestive interactions between you and other men so he rarely gets jealous of people. You could openly flirt with a dude and he’d be none the wiser. 

- As much as Joe likes to pretend like he can kick peoples asses, he most certainly cannot so don’t expect him to start any fights in your honor. He’s a bit of a coward so he really isn’t all too protective of you. 

- Joe’s a laidback guy and you sort of knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him so the two of you really don’t get into too many fights. If you do have them, they’re a quick argument and an even quicker resolution. 

- Both of you sort of just choose to forget about arguments or you bicker until you come up with a quick “fine.” “fine!” sort of agreement and subsequently forget about the problem. Either way, fights never last long. 

- Joe tells you he loves you pretty much every day; usually when you’re saying goodbye or in other circumstances like that. 

- He might give you the occasional headache but you love him nonetheless. He’s a dork but he’s your dork and you’re gonna stay with him for as long as you can.