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Little Miss Cry

Synopsis: One where Harry is graduating before YN and she finds life harder to navigate through college already (requested)

Ps. Please read New Student and My Favourite Cry Baby for context.

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YN was very grateful she met Harry at the beginning of her college course.

Though he initiated the friendship, he asked her out on a coffee date but she rejected him in the most adorable way - that's what he says at least -, she had grown to be way too close to him. Of course he is her boyfriend now.

The thought him graduating before her and spending two more years getting the degree gives her a weird ick. He can't walk to and from college with her everyday, he will be busy handling his dad's business, he will make new friends at work. This all unlocked new fear for her that he's going to forget her.

Her dad did that to her, when he left her at her Grandma's he'd just started his own business.

Plus having to socialise with new people made her feel sick. Harry hung out with her, he sometimes took her with him to see his friends though she always felt left out and most of them were older than her and she doesn't know how to start conversations, just being by his side is more entertaining to her.

Don't get it wrong, she is so happy and proud of Harry that he's graduating. His hard work was paying off. But she's also going to miss him, especially when he's going to move to a different place now and she can't just walk a few steps to go over to his whenever she pleases or wants. Does that make her a bad person?

"Hey, sweetheart!" Harry greeted her this morning with a kiss on her forehead and a hug, like everyday.

"Hey," she cooed hugging him back. She buried her face in his neck taking in the smell of his usual cologne.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Mhmm." YN nodded, realising that she was holding onto him for a little too long.

"Let's go then, yeah?" He suggested holding onto her hand as they walked to the lift. She stood in front of him pouting asking for a little smooch. He just chuckled leaning down he placed a kiss on her puckered lips. "You look so, so pretty today, did you curl your hair?" He noticed new waves in her hair.

"You noticed!" She was surprised, they both stepped into the lift, "and yes, Isabelle ordered this heatless curling thing online I tried last night. It actually worked."

"Of course, I notice everything about my baby!" He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her closer to him. She smiled sheepishly looking down, he grabbed her tote bag from her as they walked to their college getting little drinks on their way. "There is a party tonight, do you wanna go with me?" He asked waiting for her to get her books from her locker.

"I, uh, I don't know." She stuttered remember the first and last time she went to a party, "I don't feel like going to parties, you know especially since last time. You, you were there. Sorry."

"Yeah, I won't force you. It's Okay, we can stay in and watch a movie or something or go on a little date, what do you say?" He suggested.

"No, you don't have to stay with me it's okay." She looked at him as she stopped arranging books in her locker, "I don't want you to miss out on stuff just because I don't like to go to parties and stuff."

"It's not that," he sighed watching her resume her arranging. He also noticed his previous years notes he gave her to study from, "I have grown out of parties already, I'd rather stay at home or be with you than watch people throwing themselves at me or my friends and get shit faced."

"You're graduating Harry, it's not fun. Isn't it like mandatory you celebrate graduation like that?" She asked, now finally done with her thing as she shut her locker closed.

"I can celebrate in much more fun way with you," he smirked, "we can go to the New York City for the weekend and go see the tourist attractions. You haven't been to any, right?"

"Harry, I'd feel too guilty!"

"Don't, I want to be with my girl." He assured her. "We'll talk more about it in break, yeah? Now let's go to our classes."

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Harry and YN were sat at their usual place in the college cafeteria eating the lunch he made today. She ranted about how she curled her hair and which products she borrowed from Isabelle and how they work on his request, he loves to hear her talk okay!

That's the only way he can get her to talk, even though he would shamelessly admit he loves her little kitten stare at him, all doe eyed as he talks about his own thing. Or even when they're cuddled up on the sofa or bed watching something. He just how quietly affectionate she is. The way she'd just do the things he forgets to, like pack a lunch, get him a water bottle, cook meals for both of them (she especially loves to bake little treats often), or if she's hanging out at his and see his laundry everywhere she's just toss it in the basket for him or help him tidy up. Just these tiny little things she observes make him fall more for her.

"Harry!"

YN was interrupted by Niall approaching their table there with few of his friends. That made YN upset because they're not going to leave Harry alone for the rest of the break, she just wants him all to herself, is it too much to ask for?

Even at home he's constantly interrupted by either Mitch now that he's got less work and more time at home or it is Ethan, Harry's other roommate constantly shit talking about his job.

YN just sat there with her shoulders slumped in the corner, but Harry slipped his hand in hers under the table seeing her all anxious. He notices her becoming more quiet around his friends.

"YN what are your plans for summer?" Sarah asked.

(Not Mitch's Sarah.)

"Oh, I don't have any plans yet. But I'm planning to look for a intership for my next term project." YN shared, happy that at least someone acknowledges her.

"You're so boring," Beatrice rolled her eyes, "always studying."

"Isn't that why you're here for, Beatrice?" Harry deadpanned. "At least she's not wasting her time."

"Are you two like together or what? You're always speaking for her." Lexi giggled.

YN didn't like Lexi. She is in Harry's class always tries to hit on him though she had only seen him not pay a mind to her. She had started to come around since the start of this semester as she's got same class at Niall and Harry.

"You don't know? Of course they're together." Sarah snapped.

YN felt so bad in the moment. "I can speak for myself." She started, "and yes Harry and I are together."

Everyone looked at her in surprise, a quiet one speaking up for themself is quite unusual. Especially for YN there. Just before anyone could comment anything on it the period bell went off.

"I have a lecture." She said to Harry before leaving the place. God she's never going to hang out with his friends. Apart from Sarah. She's very sweet and humble.

"Wait for me, lovie." Harry followed after her, "I'm sorry about that baby."

"No, it wasn't your fault." She shrugged, her voice was watery enough for Harry catch on.

"It's okay, we won't see them ever again. Just a couple of months, yeah?" He assured her, enough to make her cry. "No, no, no, don't cry." She hugged him. "Let's go sit on the grass bit for a little, yeah?"

"I, I have revision." She mumbled inbetween her cried.

"Will help you myself, baby, come with me." He wiped her tears off her face with cuffs of his hoodie. He took her bag from her as they walked to the grass groud. "You know want to study here?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Okay." He took his own laptop out to actually sit there and study with her.

She weirdly inspires him to study now actually and his academic success have grown a tad bit more with the efforts he has been putting in. He does have to stop and help her out sometimes as she studying same topics as he did during the two years of college.

By the end of the day YN had convinced Harry to really go to the party with his friends. He needs his own alone time apart from her, she said though he would rather be with her than his drunk friends really. But he said he'd go for an hour or so after her insisting.

YN went back home and got her other assignments done after work. She was all alone at home as Isabelle and Beatrice had gone to the same party themselves. She did her nightly routine and got all cosy in her bed, with her laptop to watch something new other than The Office. She had recently grown to love rom-coms, she'd watch the random one which popped on her recommendations. It was The Kissing Booth which popped up on her screen. Despite reading mixed reviews about it she still decided to watch it. Her bedding was extra comfortable today, her cuddle bear, Bibbles.

Before getting too comfortable, she noticed her water bottle was empty on her nightstand so she walked to the kitchen to fill it up and grabbed a bag of her favourite potato crisps. She heard her phone ding buried somewhere in her fluffed up blanket. She managed to fish it out and saw the text from Harry asking her to open the door for him, telling that he'd already asked Isabelle and Beatrice if he could stay over tonight and both of them said it was fine with them.

As far as YN remembered he left just about an hour and half ago, but she still went to get the door him. "Harry, you there?" She asked waiting for a response so she can actually proceed to open the door.

"I'm here, baby. Can you please-" he was interrupted when she opened the door, "Hello, my love!" She quickly stepped aside making him a way to get in, so he did and took off his outdoor shoes by the door.

"You didn't go to the party?" She asked.

"I did," he shared, "got bored and tired so thought to join you, do you mind if I?"

Harry did looked tired. He was working as well as studying his ass off for the finals. He had dark circles under his eyes by now, he was breaking out of stress, that's what he said to her.

"No, of course not."

"What were you upto, baby?" He asked, stuffing his socks back into his shoes noticed her staring at him.

"I was going to watch The Kissing Booth." She shared. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"We can cuddle and watch the movie." He suggested. Already making his way to her kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

"Yes." YN smiled shyly. She really liked how he had grown comfortable enough at her place lately. Especially since Beatrice had got off his back but she still finds her way to bully YN. He was dressed a simple black tshirt and a pair of black sweats. He'd seem to changed into his PJs from his usual button down and skinny jeans.

"Oh you've got snacks already." He chirped as he walked both of them to her room.

YN froze for a beat seeing she had her teddy bear up. She found it embarrassing to tell anyone she still sleeps with a cuddle bear. She had also managed to hide it from Harry until now, whenever he was over to spend the night with her she'd tuck it away in her closet. Harry acted like her cuddle bear to fill up for Bibbles the bear. It was only toy her cousins spared her to.

But to her surprise Harry didn't seem to notice it, or he chose not to comment on it. He followed her in bed, tucking the bear under his arm like a pillow before he was pulling up the blanket on both of their thighs. She pulled up the movie she was going to watch again.

"He's cute." He finally spoke up, "when did you get it?"

YN looked up at him finally, seeing the way he was holding Bibbles. She's quite protective of the toy. Why wouldn't she? It was the only thing she had to play with and she cuddled it at night, especially after she'd be going back to sleep after having a horrendous nightmare. The stuffed bear held bery special place in her heart. It bothered her the way he held onto it, with it's arm folded on itself. It wasn't going to break, she knew that, but still she was trying her best not to yank it away from him not wanting him to find her weird, that she's so protective of a mere stuffed toy.

"No, it's, it's very old." She stuttered, petting the leg of the teddy bear.

"Never saw it before. Does he have a name?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, relieved as Harry placed the toy on his lap properly. "I had him since I was one year old. Named him Bibbles."

"That's adorable!" Harry giggled. "I never knew you had a cuddle bear."

"It's embarrassing." She pressed play on her laptop starting the movie but he quickly paused it.

"It's not!" He exclaimed, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." He pressed a kiss on her head. "Here you have him." He carefully placed the bear in her lap. Well, least to say she felt that much less embarrassed about it now, she sat there cuddled and bundled up next to him.

The very next morning when she woke up as if on autopilot, she found herself caged and tucked under her fluffy blanket warmly. Bibbles the bear tucked close to her chest. Familiar smell of her boyfriend spooning her became more prominent to her as she started to wake up from her sleep. She had grown to love this feeling!

YN could only hope she could still get to wake up next to him. He'd told her a couple months ago he was moving to a different place. Five blocks away where they live now. He was going to be living alone there, he'd also taken her to visit the flat (or apartment as the Americans call it) as there was some renovations going on.

She knew he's going to be the next CEO to one of his dad's company but, she still couldn't fathom how he could afford a literal penthouse getting straight out of college.

Harry was nice enough to ask her to move in with him. Well, she wouldn't mind but she wants to live on her own, at least until she graduates and look after herself. It's always been her vision growing up. She had to politely decline his offer. And they have been dating for just about a year now, it was too early for her.

But it all sunk in on her out of nowhere, the fact that he won't be just a door away from her. Though that really made her realise she had to learn to take care of her problems on her, that she can't go on crying to him almost everytime. He's a human too, he needs his own personal space. He's got his own set of problems than hearing her cry over every little inconvenience life has to offer. That's one of the many reasons she wanted to live on her own.

He just won't be on campus with her, he won't be able to walk with her to and forth from campus to home now. He's got a more demanding job now.

It gave more anxiety to her than it should to him about starting up a new job.

YN didn't realise she was crying until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" He rasped, "did you had a nightmare or something?"

"No, it's nothing." She sniffled and wiped off her face with her sweater paw.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

She felt a kiss being placed on the back of her head making a shiver run down her spine. She doubts she'd ever get used to his kisses and not have shiver running down her spine or have goosebumps make her skin itch. She's literally cuddled up next to him on her double twin bed. So, she placed her stuffed bear on the floor next to her bed and turned around carefully, not to push him or herself off the bed on accident.

"Hi gorgeous, good morning." He beamed, petting her hair and instantly embracing her in a bear morning hug. Her face found a home against his neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning. I did sleep well." She mumbled, "did you?"

"The best sleep I've had in longest!"

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" She suggested.

"How about I take you out?" He counter suggested, "on a little date, how do you like the sound of that? Wanted to take you out last but you forced me to go this party!"

"Yes, I want to go." She agreed. Of course she did! They haven't been out on their little dates in a while.

"Get ready whilst I go get ready as well, yeah?"

"I want to cuddle for a bit." She held onto him tightly.

"You sure you alright, baby?" He enquired again and earned just a humm from her. "Don't go back to sleep."

"I'm not." She whined.

"You know how much I love you?" He whispered, pressing soft little kisses on her head.

"Mhmm."

He gasped, "your answer should have been no. But I'm gonna tell you any way. I love you so much, can't even comprehend!"

"I love you so much too!" She mumbled against his chest.

"Yeah? You do?" He teased her, "are you going to let me look and kiss your pretty face then?"

YN shifted her head to look at him so he can kiss her and he did. His lips smeared over hers in a delicate good morning kiss, before he pulled apart enough to pepper the rest of her face with tiny sloppy pecks. Her fist tightened when she felt his hand creep down to the rest on her bum, finger tips digging gently in the full of the flesh as he buttoned his mouth back on hers. Much more needy, it felt like to like.

It had her heart racing even though it wasn't the first time, but the last time was interrupted by his other roommate knocking on his door looking for waffle maker. They don't have anyone at her's now to interrupt them. Feeling his hard on pressing into the soft of her thigh through the layers of both their sweats had her pulling away trying to catch on her breath. She was taken back by surprise with his forwardness this morning. He haven't touched her like that intentionally this way before, though she didn't mind in the moment she doesn't want to lead him onto something which she really doesn't feel comfortable with.

"Ha-harry?" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I, I think I, I don't like this... Please!" She requested which had him immediately pulling away and retreat his hands away from her watching her sit up on the mattress.

"I'm, I'm really sorry baby." He cooed, blood draining from his face immediately as he looked ather with concern, following her to sit up straight. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, just got carried away, I'm so, so, so so sorry!"

"No, no you didn't, you didn't know." She stuttered, "we just haven't- I, I mean you never touched me there so it was something new. I was just surprised not uncomfortable, I promise. I don't want, to you know... go any further. I don't know if that's something I want just yet."

"We, we're not." He assured her, "oh my- baby I am really sorry!"

"It's okay." She rested her hand on the back of his own on the mattress. "Hug?"

"You sure?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded jerkingly. "You told me to ask you stop if I wasn't comfortable with anything, didn't you? So I did. Not that I'm uncomfortable with you, I feel more free around than anyone else. I just don't want to want to you know..." She shrugged punctuating her confess with a sheepish look on her face. That had him sighing in relief. His heart was thumping in his ears as he tried hard not to breakdown. His vision clouded with tears pooling up in his eyes.

"C'mere!" He offered her a hug which she gladly accepted. "Thank you so much for telling me, baby, you know I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, right? I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't." Her hand rubbed strokes up and down his back. "Harry, are you crying? It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

"I know, I know." He assured her, breaking the hug as he sniffled.

"It's alright. I love you." She leaned forward to place a sweet ticklish kiss on his cheek, it had him breathing out a giggle.

"I love you."

"Can I, can I tell you something?" She suggested.

"Anything." He pulled the blanket upto his thighs, he wasn't hard anymore with intense feeling of guilt clouding his brain.

"I don't want to have sex until I'm married, I know we never talked about it and it might sound old fashioned but I think that's what I want." She shared, "just want you to know so I'm not leading you on with anything unintentionally. I don't mind kissing and cuddling and stuff."

"If that's what you want then who am I judge, hmm?" He felt less guilty there, at he knew where to draw the line with her, and respect her boundaries. And the fact that she rarely opens about herself and he has to guess almost everything that she's actually sharing something with him, which warmed his hear. "Thank you for telling me."

"Your welcome." She smiled shyly.

"What got you all shy?" He chuckled, "it's okay you can talk about it if you want."

"No, it's nothing." She shook her head, "I grew up you know in environment where this is a taboo subject to talk about. And girls and even boys are told about it very little just a day or two before they're getting married. They don't even teach girl about good and bad touch, I mean my cousins were not but I was when I went to school in London. They taught us about what is that. So I just got ehmmm, a but flustered to tell you about it."

"First off, that's very fucked up." He started, "and second of all it's very fucked up. I'm glad you told me about it."

Well, that was good way to start the morning. Or was it? YN didn't know how to feel about that in that moment.

But as the day went on she really made peace with it. They had their take out brunch at a park near by Harry's new place and later went on to check on the little renovation going there. It was his mum's pent house she just gave it to him because she never uses it.

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As the Autumn started new academic year for YN started well.

Harry graduated. He had a blast. He was also nice enough to include her in his fun, dragged her along to the parties where she could go as she was under aged to drink in America (but apparently old enough to take out a huge loan). Well, why wouldn't he? She's his girlfriend afterall!

It was also nearing to their one year anniversary in December. He had already been bugging her to tell him what she wanted to do already. Though she didn't want him to spend anything or do anything for her other than bake a few cookies or a cake and cuddle whilst drinking hot chocolate and just listen to him talk. In her heart she wanted to go back and relive their first date, go to the Time Square and share a kiss like they did.

But it's still a about four months away, she's got plenty of time to make up her mind. She was just happy seeing her boyfriend happy that he finally graduated.

Oh she totally gets him!

She's already dreading to go to classes or maybe it was her seasonal dipression kicking it.

She didn't know what was kicking in but college was already kicking her bum.

Just a couple of weeks in and she already has at least three breakdowns everyday. All she wants to do is now drop out and start her own bakery, well, Isabelle suggests that they both should go be strippers but she'll pass on it. Mainly because she's not that comfortable in her body yet. Atleast Harry would support the idea as he giggled and showed his support through the phone call they managed to squeeze in between in his hectic schedule.

But that's all she got. It was nearing the three week mark since last seeing him in person or kissing him or hugging. She was missing.

YN had a really bad start of her new academic year so far, she dreaded to do her assignments and was struggling to find intership for her project study. Every where she went to interview said they weren't hiring interns in the field she was majoring in. Well, she could wait until it's closer to turning in the project but jt would be too late as all the students would cram in to get that intership. She just needed a certificate of a completed intership that's all. And she made another huge error in her class presentation.

She knew she hated public speaking!

Her work life was a total disaster. Her shifts were odd all of a sudden. And maybe it was her bad luck following her to work that she had deal with rude customers.

YN was so grateful he invited her over for the weekend to his new place now that he had moved in and settled down. On her way from college she made sure to pick up a cute and small bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Well, chocolates were for her but she was willing to share.

She's just started her period okay!

She had a bad month so far. She's just excited to see her boyfriend over the weekend there. The walk was killing her but she made a stop by hers to get a change of clothes like he asked her to and her toiletries of course before making another walk the same distance from college to home to his mew place. On her way she picked up a small bouquet of red and white roses for her boyfriend. He was home when she texted him that she's down his building and just getting in the lift.

Just for YN surprise after Harry left her on read he was stood by his front door, already reaching for her duffle bag weighing it, to guess if she packed enough for the weekend or not. He seemed pretty pleased with it. He pulled in and shut the door behind him.

"Hi baby!" He sighed gathering her in a long craved hug from his lover being mindful of the roses she hugged near her chest. "I missed you!"

"Hi, I missed you so much!" Her came out muffled against his chest and felt him relax in instant as she rubbed her hand on his back, up and down his spine.

"Yeah? You did, huh!" He teased, giving her a light squeeze.

"Mhmm so much!" She lifted her head up to look at him witha subtle pout on her lips which he caught onto. He dipped his head down, just centimetre away from her mouth.

"Can I get a kiss?" He mumbled.

Least to say, butterflies in her tummy were going to have a field day today!

YN decided to give in first by initiating the kiss by smearing her lips onto his in a peck as delicate as Harry saw her to be. If he wasn't holding onto her, she would have been a puddle on the marble tile of his new home. A quick little kiss was placed on his dimpled cheek before she hugged him again, this time clinging onto him by his neck. He heard a few sniffles from her.

"You alright, my love?" He asked, concern weighed his voice down. "You crying?" He reluctantly pulled away enough to look at her, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I don't know why I'm crying." She giggled but she was crying. It was confusing.

"Awh!" Harry cooed as he gathered her in a hug. "Come on, I'll show you our bedroom. It's all done now. I guess at least, unless you want ." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, laced his fingers through hers as he grabbed her duffle bag for her.

Well, she caught onto his word of choice to describe what's probably the master bedroom of his new home. It wasn't a big deal when she found herself saying the same thing, but when he said that it made her heart flutter a little.

Last time she was there he was sleeping on an air mattress on the floor for the time being in the living as he was getting his (both their) bedroom repainted and redecorated. He was taking full advantage of his father funding it, he said.

"You got the vase!" She exclaimed, excited about the vase she found online which she thought would look amazing in his house. It was fairly expensive so she didn't thought he would be getting it, but he got it! "And I got you flowers!"

"Thank you baby," he cooed taking the flowers she handed him.

"It's really good quality too, isn't it?" She inspected the new vase.

"Mhmm." He agreed as he plopped down on bed in front of her, "my girlfriend picked that up for me."

YN blushed and rolled her eyes as she placed the glass display back to where it was, on the little coffee table beside his bed by the floor to ceiling window. "You can place these in the vase now."

"Right!" He plopped the arrangement of flowers in the vase for the time being. "Also got a bed finally. My back was fucking killing me on the air mattress."

"Is it fine now?" She enquired.

"The pain it a little better yeah, just that I haven't slept on the floor since I moved out." He giggled sheepishly.

Harry moved out when he got into college. The cheapest dorm he got did not come with a single piece of furniture, not even an air mattress. So he slept on the floor with a blanket for a week before he got the time to actually upgrade to an air mattress.

He continued to show her some more new things he got for a little bit, before he got her to unpack despite her saying there is no need to as she's only over for the weekend. But he still cleared out a small section for her in his walk-in closet there and helped her unpack, by placing her makeup and stuff she brought along in the bathroom.

He knows it's just the beginning, they've been dating for barely half a year but he still wishes to share half of everything he has with her. Maybe someday he'll get to do that too.

"There are some sanitary pads and everything to hopefully help you, decided to stock up just in case." He informed YN as she watched him make a whole new corner for her little travel sized skin care stuff, replicating his own.

"How did you know I got my period?" She was surprised.

"I didn't." He admitted, "always keep this stuff. My sister adviced me actually. Have got many friends who get their period and it's nice to have stuff for everyone in case they decided to crash in. And especially since I've got myself a girlfriend."

It was bare minimum, he would say, but YN hasn't had anyone doing the bare minimum for her. Like ever. You see, it made her cry her.

No, it's just her hormones being all over the place!

"Thank you so much, Haz!"

"Don't cry!" He cooed. "This is just bare minimum I can do for you, baby." A soft laugh was what she heard before she felt a kiss on her forehead. "You alright now?"

"Yeah, it's my period I promise I don't cry this often anymore." She sniffled.

"That's okay!" He giggled, "do you want to go have lunch now? Then we can cuddle and watch Office or maybe take a nap, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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YN and Harry ended up falling asleep after lunch. Both of them tired from long month and time away from one another.

His new bed was very comfy, YN figured that the moment she lied down and sleep was taking her in a bear hug. But that peaceful and much needed sleep of hers was disrupted rather quickly when her cramps woke her up. She barely managed to get out from under Harry's arm wrapped around her to make a run for the bathroom. But it was too late and it was a crime scene.

"Shit!" She mumbled to herself. Luckily her white tshirt was saved all throughout her cleaning herself up, despite cramps killing her she somehow managed to wash up her bloody pants and knickers and clean up after herself, halfway though, it was still going to be a struggle to get rid of the stains.

"YN? You alright?" There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"No!" She rushed, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Can, can you please get me a change of clothes clothes, I, I need to change, please?"

"Sure."

She could hear his footsteps pad towards the closet where she left her bag, it took him barely thirty seconds to get back to her which made her sure he made a mess of her perfectly organised duffle bag.

Harry knocked on the door again. He held back his giggles watching her just stick out her hand creaking the door open and shut it closed.

Harry saw a little spot on the bedsheet, so he got to change those. He was done changing up the sheets in barely five minutes as he hadn't got that many pillows on his bed yet. He was just about to load the sheet into washer but heard her gasp on the other side of the door to the bathroom.

"You alright, baby?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She sounded, "five minutes."

Oh boy, it's going to take her a long time. It's usual for herself to bleed so much on either the first or second day but she made a mess of his toilet. Plus she's got bloody panties to try and get rid of the stains so Harry doesn't see those. She's going to ruin his washer, it was a new one she reckoned. But she got herself dressed decent first.

"Baby, you alright in there?" She heard Harry again, "what's taking so long? Talk to me."

"I'm fine Harry, don't worry." She called.

Oh he does need to worry, she was already feeling nauseous and dizzy.

"No you're still worrying me baby, I know you've passed out on me one time while you were on your period." He reminded, "can I come in? I promise it's fine."

"No, it's-" she hissed feeling like her insides are being ripped out, "- it's okay. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Are you really sure?" He asked again as he could really hear her sobbing. "YN, I'm coming in now." He did not give her much time to pull herself together as he walked in. "What's wrong baby?" He found her cleaning her pants and knickers which just got ruined, clearly she was in a lot of pain.

"Hey, look at me." He held onto her wrists, "you look like you're in so much pain baby, let's get you to bed yeah?"

"But I need to clean-"

"Don't worry about that." He assured her, "come with me. It's okay, I promise."

"Let, let me wash my hands first."

He waited for her to wash up her hands before he walked her out to his bed, he tucked her in carefully.

"I'm going to get you some painkiller and something to eat and drink, okay?" He shared, "gimme five minutes." Placing a soft kiss on her cheek he jogged down stairs and came back quicker than he told her. He held a bunch of her favourite junk food, a bottle of water and painkillers.

"Harry, I need to wash up my clothes first."

"Don't worry, we'll just throw those into washer- separately if you wish. Just rest for now okay?" He assured her, "eat up before you take the medication. I'll go put up the sheets and your clothes in the washer."

"Wait, did I ruin your bedsheets." She started crying again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Baby, it's okay. You can't control this. You don't have to stress about this." He assured her. "It'll come off in the washer, if not we'll buy a new one."

"I promise I'll buy you new ones, just throw those away." She panicked.

"It's alright, we don't need to throw them away." He kept reassuring her.

"It is going to ruin your washing machine!"

"Baby, honey, love, it's alright." He held onto both her hands, "look at me please?" And she obliged, "it's not going to ruin our washer, it's just a drop of blood, angel. I promise."

"No, you don't know, it, it broke one back, back at grandma's." She was having a full blown meltdown and a panic as she coked in between her rambling, yet she looked like she had no energy to even keep her eyes open.

"I'm sorry baby, but I am sure it wasn't because of that." Harry tried to be as calm as possible even though it made him furious. "I want you to lay down, or maybe take a nap yeah? I'm gonna go make us something to eat then we'll cuddle all day on the sofa and watch The Office again. We can eat these snacks later. How does that sound?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "good."

"Okay, I love you!" He placed a delicate kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I love you!" She squealed a little cry, as the corners of her mouth tugged down.

"No, no," he warned her softly, "take these meds now okay, I'll be up with breakfast in a few."

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They did just what he decided on. Watched yet another re-run of The Office. YN practically laying on top of Harry curled up in a ball, dozing in an out of sleep. TV running on a super low volume.

"Baby?" He called, running his hand up and down her back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how to approach this, but, who told you that your stained clothes would break the washer?" He was just so confused.

"I did broke one, my aunty told me the one that broke, that broke back at her's was my, my fault," she was still sleepy but up to talk, "as she caught me washing my clothes in it."

"Well, that's clear bullshit you know?" He sighed, "it won't break anything. It's just blood. Tiny bit of blood. It's okay."

"Okay." She nodded sniffling, "I'm sorry, I've been having a hard time."

"I know, baby!" He placed a kiss on her temple, "you you can talk to me right?"

"Hmm." She sounded, "it's been very difficult, since, since you moved. I got used to seeing you everyday even if it was for five minutes. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, it just happened. You, you always calm me down and encourage me. I find it hard that we can't even talk on the phone."

"What if I tell you, I find it difficult to navigate life now too?" He suggested, "I've gotten so used to you spoiling me, making all these healthy foods and forcing me to explain you certain topics on a weekend. Quite frankly, I miss that a lot baby. You sure you don't want to move in with me yet?"

"Mhmm." She nodded again.

"Then we'll figure something out, to at least talk on a phone everyday, if we can't see each other in person." He made a plan, "we can face time and have dinner or lunch together. Or you can come over to my office if possible. It's not going to be easy but we can make it through, yeah?"

"Yeah, I like that idea." She agreed, "why did I bad to get into college so late! You graduated so early!"

He chuckled, "you got in at the right time for yourself, love, and I got out on right time. It's okay. You know we can get through this. Just three more semesters and then you're done."

"Please don't remind me!" She started crying again.

"No, no, no I'm sorry!" He cooed, "do you want to take a nap now?"

"Yeah, I'm sleepy."

"Gimme a kiss and we can go back our bedroom, it's more comfy there." He announced and she did. Lifting her head up she gave him a soft peck on his mouth before he was walking both of them back to the bedroom.

He made sure there was everything for her, a bottle of water, some dark chocolate bars, a hot water bag to help with her cramps and himself to cuddle beside her.

She's a bit sensitive, Harry had figured that out a long time ago but he's grown to love her.

"I'm sorry, I'm being little miss cry all day. I can't help it." She looked at him with a sad puppy face. But the choice of her words made him laugh softly.

"Where did you hear that? Little miss cry?"

"Don't laugh." She scoffed, "Beatrice has been teasing me all day, because I cried after messing up my presentation!"

"It's okay to mess up, you learn from your mistakes." He assured her, "and don't listen to her, she just likes to be mean to everyone. I love you. So much!"

"I love you!"

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ririglow · 2 years

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mini skirt (m). joe burrow

pairings: joe burrow x reader

description: joe loves it whenever you wear your favorite skirt

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, yall know the deal,

Minors DNI!!! (STAY AWAY)

A/N: this is just a little something I wrote on a road trip to bypass time, hope yall enjoy :)

It was no secret that Joe loves you in anything. Your sense of style is one of the major things that caught his attention, your styling method depicts from your personality perfectly. The playful looks, edgy ensembles, and finally to his favorite which is a deliberately cutesy, feminine approach. Why? It's simple really, you know how to rock the hell out of a tennis skirt. Every time.

Usually he'd know how to easily contain himself, he does with almost every other clothing you sport, so why does he loses senses when you sway around in a skirt? Again, another simple answer, you look fucking hot. And you were wearing the favored peice of clothing, as you sat on your knees in front of the couch playing a video game with his two nephews. His parents invited you two over for a mini family gathering, it was a relatively nice day outside and his dad decided to put something on the grill. It was the perfect day for it. Joe was currently in the kitchen chatting it up with his brothers, however his attention was most certainly not on the meaningless conversation, from where he was standing he had a clear eye view of you obliviousto his occasional stare. The skirt compliments you well, thin, short and above all gives easy access to the heaven he's experienced multiple times that's between your thighs.

When he first seen you in it, his mind went into automatic mode, and he wanted to take you right then and there, but you two were already running late and he didn't want to make his parents wait any longer so he swallowed his pride and proceeded to suffer.

How long have you guys been here? He checked his watch. Thirty minutes.

That was definitely too early to leave.

He felt like a stalker as his eyes continued to move past his brother's head on to you, watching the skirt flare around your lustrous thighs teasing him and your face expressions weren't helping either with your hair being pulling back by a black hairband he couse see every facial movement, eyes furrowed and your bottom lip in between teeth due to the intensity of the game , it was simply exotic even though you weren't trying to be.

But thats the thing with you isn't it?, you don't have to necessarily do anything for him to be sprung over. It drove him crazy and yet has him absorbed. Now Joe was never the one to have sex anywhere else besides his own home, and most certainly he never entertain the idea of having it at his parents house, but the temptation grew every minute and technically he once lived here, in fact his bedroom was still intact so that must count for something right? Now he just need the perfect opportunity to pull you away.

"So what do you say Joe?" The voice of his brother interrupting his thoughts.

"Hm?" He said peeling his eyes away from you and one to his expectant brothers.

"Golfing this weekend, you wanna go?" His other brother asked, looking him amused.

"Yeah, I'm down." Joe nodded, trying to appear present. The sound of a phone ringing grabbed his attention, he flicked his eyes over at you again watching you pause the game causing his nephews to let out a sound of despair. You said something to them more likely telling them to resume the game as you took the call, getting up from your position from the floor you headed towards the kitchen.

"Hey Joe, anywhere I can take this?" You said after acknowledging his brothers with a polite smile.

Perfect opportunity.

"Either my old bedroom or the bathroom." He told you. "Who is it by the way?"

"My sister, probably wanting to talk about her wedding." You shrugged, before heading down the hall. Joe eyes trailed down to your backside loving the way your skirt swirl with every step you take.

He stood there talking with his brothers for a few more minutes, and in those minutes you had not come back giving him the perfect opportunity to seize his plan.

"I'm going to go check on y/n." He said smoothly as possible, looking at his brother's faces to see if they knew he was up to no good.

"Alright, I'm gonna go out and help dad with the grill I can hear mom yelling at him from all the way in here." His brother said, shaking his head.

The trio chuckled, before Joe sat his cup down and marched down the hall. He checked to see if you were in his bedroom, empty, bathroom it is then . He licked his lips as he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" You asked, after hanging up the phone.

"It's Joe, I'm coming in." He answers back, feeling like the big horny wolf getting ready to tear your walls down. It's almost comical how needy you've managed to make him, all because of a goddamn skirt.

As soon as you opened the door he immediately slipped past the crack barging himself in, you looked at him in surprise wondering why the hell he seem in such of a hurry?

"If you wanted the bathroom Joe, you could've just said so." You said watching him shut the door, thinking he had to take a really bad piss by his hurried movement.

"I didn't come in here for that." He simply states.

Many new dirty thoughts entered his mind when you looked at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you eyed him, fingers fiddled with hems of your skirt. He almost groan outloud how tempting you look.

"Everything alright?" You said to him.

He responded with a simple nod, yes. However the tent, in his pants said otherwise. He strode forward positioning himself behind you, meeting his eyes in the mirror you could very much tell he was up to no good. Joe could hear you intake a breath when he pressed himself against you, leaning his chin down on your shoulder, you could feel him, it caught you by surprise. You knew earlier he was horny as hell, but thought he got over it. His large hand gripped your waist firmly, as he peppered tiny kisses on your cheek down to your neck.

"What are you doing?" You giggled nervously, you'd be damned if he encouraged you to have a quickie in the bathroom with just his family outside the door. This would be your third time ever coming to his parents house, and you didn't want it to be the last.

"You're driving me crazy, baby." He murmured by your ear as you squirm in his grasp.

"I'm not doing anything," You said with a confused tone not once did you intentionally tease him today, you tried to ignore him subtly grinding against your backside the thin fabric of your skirt made it easier for you to feel him.

"You don't have to," He his hand that was on your waist traveled down to your bare thigh, however before he could go any further you pushed it away. "Why are you pulling away?"

"Because there's no way, we're having se-" You started to say but was cut off by your own moan when Joe gently sucked on the side of your neck.

His hand went back to your thigh but instead of going any higher he settled for just caressing it. You would've told a total lie if you stated that you weren't turned on right now, the man that stood behind you could tell as well.

"You in this fucking skirt, is the problem." He sighed deeply, as if he was in complete distress—which he is due to his need to be inside you.

"Joe just wait until we get home." You whined out biting back a moan, when he pushed you up against the sink and slip his hand up your skirt.

"I can't baby, please let me have you." He mumbles placing kisses alongside your neck, his begging eyes met yours through the mirror.

The resistance you once had began crumbling down when you seen how desperate he was, and the feel of his fingers making hooking around the waistband of your underwear.

"Okay, hurry and no teasing." As soon as youbgave him the go, he was already pulling your panties to the side burying his fingers in your slit feeling the famaliar warmth.

He sighed out in blissfulness pleased at what he felt, feeling you deep, warm, and oh so wet. You clenched around his digits, sucking them inside. He motions his fingers in and out for while, earning a quiet moan from you, each time you were getting louder so much he reaches his free hand to cover your mouth.

"Shhh, you gotta keep quiet, okay?" He looks at you through the mirror, watching you nod your head in response.

Once he took his hand away his other hand that was buried deep in you pulled away as well, causing you to let out a small whimper missing the feeling already. You wanted him in you already, fiending for that ache whenever he does slip inside as you squeeze him further in.

Joe fiddles with the button of his jeans as you await in eagerness along with a sense of rush. The sound of his zipper were finally heard before you felt him place a hand in the middle of your back encouraging to lean forward against the sink restingyour forearms . Your eyes locked on him in mirror watching him bit his lip as he angles your hips right where he wants it. His eyes met yours, giving you a sly wink before playfully pinching one of your cheeks .

"Ow!" You hissed quietly, wiggling your hips. "What was that for?"

"Having me completely crazy about you." He said before pushing his tip between your puffy folds, his aching cock slowly pushes past your entrance. A gasp leave your lips from the intrusion, as he goes deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt.

There was no denying how incredibly full he made you feel, his tip reaches your cervix every time especially in this position. Fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.

As much as he wants to relish at the feel of you, he also knows that you two are on limited amount of time before someone in his family start to wonder where the hell you were.

He gave you no time to adjust when he plunges in you,before a scream could escape you quickly bit down on your arm squeezing your eyes shut . Joe starts to go to town, hips rhythmically meet yours, gripping your hips tightly admiring the way your head toss wildly from his forceful thrusts. You looked intoxicating, standing before him bent over in your mini skirt as you fucked passionately. He took notice of your eyes being closed, and didn't like it not one bit, you need to see what he's been blessed with seeing, how alluring you were.

"Open your eyes, see how pretty you are—fuck." He grunts out, a struggled moan escapes your throat when you peeled your eyes open coming face to face with your reflection. A little smudge of mascara due to the small prickle of tears from holding back is underneath your eyes, as sheen of sweat glisten on your forehead. You looked completely hung up.

Immediately you shut your eyes not wanting to see what a mess you were, however Joe of course wasn't having any of that.

The quarterback mumbles a "nuh-uh" before gripping you up and holding you against his chest. His movements stopping completely causing you to snap your eyes back open, your expression contorts into a whine.

"Joey why'd you stop?" You complained, holding on to his forearms which circles around your mid section.

He met your eyes, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Say you're pretty."

"W-what?" You stuttered out, being taking off guard by his order.

"You heard me, say it." He said never once taking his eyes off you.

"I'm pretty." You said in whisper, feeling his cock throb inside you. His hips began to grind against yours causing the tip of his cock brush your g spot.

"Again." He mumbles in your neck, his thrust building back up.

"I'm pretty." This time you moaned it out, never once closing your eyes. A string of profanities came from Joe has goosebumps sent up on his skin at the sound of you praising yourself.

The knot in below you navel wounds up on the edge of exploding from pleasure, falling in dephs of blissfulness.

"I'm so pretty." You mindlessly whispered out in a hush, admiring yourself being handled perfectly by the man who you couldn't think to love any less.

Joe couldn't help but to pepper you with kisses, mumbling. "Hell yeah, you are."

He takes one hand and travels it underneath your skirt, to rub your clit with a possible haste beckoning your release. His sweet words were enough to send you over the brink, his hand quickly went to cover your mouth as you sobbed out a moan, your knees were threatening to give out only for you to be held up by Joe. Tears of pleasure drips down your cheeks, and on to his hand, not a second later after witnessing such a beautiful release from you, and with a couple more of sloppy thrust Joe reached his end spilling his warm seed deeply.

Slowly as he could he slips his softened cock out of you, in complete awe, no matter how many times you two have sex he would never get enough of the state of your fucked out state.

"All because of a skirt?" Your voice breathless,

Joe shrugged, hugging you tight. "You know how I get when where those things."

Just as you were about to respond a knock at the door cause you both to freeze in fear.

"Joe? Y/N? Are you guys in there right now!"

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fanfiction

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 6 months

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i keep repeating in my head, it's okay and it's gonna be okay. i'm seven weeks into my busy season, and one of the things i like about tutoring as a job is that it has a busy season meaning that it also has a lax season, i like having a life organized into seasons and spurts, and by january most of these kids will have taken their tests and be done with tutoring. my busy season has been busier than usual partly due to some financial catching up via other freelance work and partly due to i just kind of miscalculated my load with the summer breaks and am a little too scheduled, but my one ACT kid is taking her final text next weekend which means tuesdays will be less gnarly and i don't have to prep any more ACT science sections (the worst and most horrible of all the tests). i am not being very proactive about staying connected but i am not completely holed up in the tunnel between home and work either. i am not writing as much as i wish i were or on the project i wish i were working on but i am not writing nothing and when i finish the thing i am writing it will be the first proper draft of an original short story i have ever written, and i am actually pretty sure i will finish this draft because one thing that writing six hundred thousand words of fanfiction in the past four years has shown me is how it feels to know that you have reached the point where the story exists and you just need to keep writing it and this feels like that, although i also already have notes i am saving for draft two someday far in the future because i simply cannot cope with attempting to incorporate them now. before this year i had never completed a 6-week workout program but i have worked out five times a week every single week all these seven weeks and while life or illness or whatever may send me off course i have no real doubt anymore i'll finish the final three weeks of the one i'm doing and then go on to something else. i read a biography of lorraine hansberry for my book club and the haunting of hill house and maureen ryan's book about the toxicity of hollywood and i am reading my friend's hardcover novel that was once a 14-page word document she emailed me nine years ago. i am not sleeping at the most normal human hours but i am not waking up at noon or at eleven or even at ten nearly all days. i am eating a lot of frozen burritos and club sandwiches at local chains but i almost never order delivery anymore except for period burger. a few nights ago i was home alone and fell into a hole of such profound sadness that i howled into my pillow like a child or a wounded animal expecting to spend hours like that but to my own surprise it seemed i sort of screamed it out and after a few minutes of that i felt quite calm. today i went to a museum and next weekend i will be going to a wedding! i should probably start meditating again. it's okay maybe to simply maintain what i feel i can maintain and trust that when i have more time i will resume the project of learning to make better use of it. it is okay actually. no maybe. it's okay and it's gonna be okay.

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incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes · 1 year

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Can you please make a fic or a snippet about how Zach looked for Cammie when she ran away? Thank you and pretty pleaseee

"I can't believe you told her to run away."

Zach rolled his eyes. "Baxter. We've been over this countless times now. I did not tell her to run off on her own."

"You told her to run off with you," she amended. "Not much better."

"If being mad at me will help you feel better by all means," he snapped. "But it's not productive to getting her back so maybe keep it to yourself for now."

"Okay, can you two not kill each other as soon as we leave?" Macey said, finally turning to face the pair. She crossed her arms over her chest. "It's bad enough we're being dismissed and separated, we don't need you two trying to tear out each others throats."

Zach and Bex said nothing, both averting their gazes and looking at the ground. It was a situation where everyone was right and everyone was mad about it.

"They're separating us so we can't scheme and go off on our own mission," Liz chimed in. "But you two are staying together," she pointed at Zach and Bex.

Macey scoffed, having resumed packing. "Yeah. Whose idea was that?"

"Not mine," Zach and Bex said at the same time.

"You're missing the point!" Liz said. "You two will still have each other. And you two arguably know Cammie best."

Bex looked from Liz to Macey. "What? You don't trust Zachary and I to have a boring break together where we hang out and-," she paused, looking at Zach. "What is it that you do exactly?"

He shrugged. "Devil worship mostly. Except on weekends. I have a book club."

Bex ignored him. "My parents will be watching us like hawks. That's the whole reason Zach is coming with us. To be babysat." She emphasized the last word, shooting Zach a look.

"And I have full intentions of being sat," he replied. The girls talked a bit more after that but Zach didn't participate. The three of them left together, Bex walking Macey and Liz out. Eventually, rather than her returning, Zach met her in the foyer, escorted by Mrs. Baxter. Mrs. Baxter led the way out of the academy. Bex went to follow but Zach grabbed her arm. "For what it's worth," he said when she turned her surprised gaze on him. "I'm not mad that you blame me. I blame me too."

"So, what would you have done?"

It was the first thing either of them had spoken to each other since leaving. There were finally no adults hovering over them and Bex had been wondering about the answer since they passed the gates of the school.

"If I was her?" Zach asked. He was sitting back in a chair, not exactly relaxed. Honestly, it was more like he was trying to melt into it and disappear. Maybe he was. "I wouldn't have come here."

The lack of snark was already a departure in their usual conversations. Cammie's absence was already taking a toll.

"No shit," Bex mumbled. She slid down the wall across from him and sat down.

"I'm serious," he said. "She left without us. She wouldn't go where any of us are unless she needed to. I saw your map. You guys did a lot of planning where she would or could go, but you didn't bother trying to narrow those down through process of elimination."

"Enlighten me then. Where wouldn't she go?"

"Nowhere near Gallagher, her grandparents, or Liz. The states are huge but it's safe to assume she left there. Nowhere Macey's family has a house until she knows which one she's going to be in for break. And she definitely won't be in London," he gave Bex a wry smile. "Otherwise she'd risk being dragged in here by her ankles."

"True," she agreed. "But what would you have done? You go through that passageway and you're outside of the academy and what do you do?"

"Why ask me? You know her better than I do," he admitted.

Bex chewed the inside of her cheek. "Maybe. But Cammie and I... we don't think the same. Our first instincts are different. Sure, I know she wouldn't take a main road or be caught dead using her own name, but..." she sighed. "You guys are so alike."

Zach frowned, looking down at the floor. Several minutes of silence stretched out in front of them.

"I wouldn't have gone out that passageway. She did us a favor by leaving a note it would be silly to do more than that. Her primary goal was to get out of the academy without being seen, she knows how to do that better than any of us. I'd probably take whichever one gets furthest from the school, but any of them would do. I'd hop on a bus but she might not have wanted to risk being remembered by the driver or anyone. But she's also the chameleon and the CIA doesn't exactly do routine detective work like you see on TV-,"

"You watch TV?" Bex interrupted his ramble.

"No," Zach replied, without missing a beat. "I definitely wouldn't go into town, too much of a risk being recognized. Those townies sure have a knack for finding her." He paused finally. Bex wondered if it had something to do with Josh, but it was far worse. "Whenever she gets in a spot where she's not worried about you all finding her she'll have to switch gears into worrying about the Circle finding her. Once Gallagher shows signs that she's gone everyone's looking for her. And she knows that. She's trying to run towards something while outrunning us and them. I would have tried to make as much headway as possible in those first 24 hours with what I was running toward in mind. Now, I'd be doing counter maneuver after counter maneuver."

Bex nodded. "She's good."

"Are you worried about her?"

"Are you?"

"Yes," Zach said, without hesitation. "I didn't want her to go alone." Bex scowled and Zach sat up in his chair. "Tell me you wouldn't feel better if I was with her instead of here with you."

"Believe it or not, I'd prefer you both be here." Bex said. But the words had no bite in them. "You'd protect her," she relented. "I know that."

She rose off the floor, stretching. "We should go make an appearance."

Zach nodded. "How long do you think we have before our first opportunity?"

"We're the two most suspicious people in the world as far as my parents are concerned. Could take a while," a smile tugged at her lips. "Or we could get creative."

"I can do creative," Zach agreed, also standing.

"Great," she said, heading for the door. "So, where are you gonna go?"

Zach smirked, following behind her. "I'll send you a postcard."

Go to (part) ask 2!

#ask #answered #gallagher girls #zach goode #cammie morgan #bex baxter #macey mchenry #liz sutton #gg fanfic

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 1 year

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𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 🔫❤🦋

It's been some months since Nicki has started her career as a Passione doctor/nurse after the incident of her aunt. To resume everything: aunt Diana was sick, met Giorno, learned more about stands, met the gang, entered Passione and now there she is learning more about medicine. It wasn't easy dealing with missions and public university studies at the same time, that's why she haven't entered in one yet. But still, Giorno gave her free acess to the library for whenever she wanted to go and would study there.

A knock was heard.

"Hm? Come in" she spoke in a gentle tone. Mista appeared in all of his glory. Olive tan skin, deep black eyes, (kinda messy) curly dark hair, in one of his fancy suits. Somewhat he made her heart beat faster than usual, always feeling more comfy with him than the other guys "Oh, Mista! What brings you here? Do you need anything? Any medication..."

"Thanks, Nicks, but I just came to tell you that we all are about to go home early this friday."

"I won't take too long, I promise. Are the others waiting for you?"

"They can go by themselves. I won't let a lady stay alone here."

"What a gentleman" she giggled "And... Pills in their places, first aid kits in their places... I believe I am not missing a thing. Okay, I'll leave with you" she hurried up to get her handbag and locked the door.

"Good. Liking living in Italy?"

"I do miss Brasil sometimes... But here it is too lovely... Sometimes I wish I could have went to public university there... But I need to be 18 to enter there at least..."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. I'll do 18 in four months."

"Oh..." Mista's shoulders tensed for a moment "...in which day?"

"June 21"

"Oh thank God it isn't june 4."

"I've never understood your relationship with that number. I know you don't like it but..."

"You ain't going to take me seriously. Only Bruno knows what happened in deep details. Plus, you'll need to get at home."

"I don't have any plans for this friday. Neither on this weekend in general. Valentine's day was yesterday and I do wanna avoid the couples in the place where I live at this moment. "

The dark eyed boy let out a laugh and said "Maybe we can get some strawberry cake."

"We'll get the cake and we can go to my house. It's kinda close so that's why I come here by walking."

(Image)

"Hm... Delicious..."

"And in the right amount. Not four. Just three. The third one we can cut in half for each."

"You promised to tell me about the number four now~" teased the honey blonde.

"Okay, okay... It all started when I was 16...? 17...? It is kinda recent. I was going on my night walks as usual. And then I saw a half naked woman getting beaten up by a guy" he stopped for a moment before continuing "My head didn't reacted right and when I realized, there was a gun in my hand. The other men, probably crooks of that one guy, tried to shoot me but for some reason none of the bullets had hit me."

"Surprisingly" she smirked.

"Watcha mean by that, shortie?" he asked messing gently her hair.

"Hehe... Sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's alright" he smiled at her but went back serious when he remembered "It was four. Four shoots. And then I was in jail" the bright in his eyes had faded for a moment "But hey that happened in 1999. It's 2002."

"I... I had no idea, Mista..."

"How could you know?"

"Why you hadn't told the others about this?"

"They wouldn't take me seriously as said. And sometimes, I'd share some things only to Bruno and Giorno."

She gazed at the rooftop of her apartment and took her plate to wash "Don't you want the last slice?"

"You can eat it or save it for later. I am about to brush my teeth and put on something comfy to sleep. You can sleep here if you wish. It is kinda late."

"Wait. You don't mind?!"

"Why would I?"

He looked to the side "May I help at anything?"

"Mista, the house is fine. Well... Maybe I got something for you to wear... I do have a large shirt from my uncle... Maybe some pants too..."

"I'll only need a blanket."

"I'll fetch both just in case" she replied with a smile and dashed to her room to get everything he needed. Nicki's room was very tidy and always smelled great. There was a couple's bed, a wardrobe for her clothes, a desk for her studies with three notebooks on it, and there was a bathroom too. It was a huge thing for her bathe in a bathtub since it wasn't common to have one in Brazil "There you go. Got you as well a toothbrush, hair brush and deodorant."

"Are ya calling me smelly, miss Vasconcelos?" He asked playfully rising his eyebrow.

"Not me, but maybe Narancia right now at this moment."

"That rascal. Pfft!"

"Well, if you need anything, just come to my room."

"Won't it be a bother?"

"Not at all. You are a loving company, Guido. Why would I be bothered?" her cheeks flushed in the same instant the words came out of her mouth, realizing what was said. But Mista's face was also in the same state as hers "N-Night, Guido, just don't forget to close the windows and turn on the air!"

[. . .]

After long minutes, Nicole still hadn't fallen asleep. She got out of her room to check on Guido and go to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear her mind. And there was was, layed there on the sofa dreaming with a smile on his face. The dark curls on his hair slightly messy made him look even more adorable. The honey blonde young lady adjusted his blanket over him and went out. The streets were peaceful, nothing too much happening. Just the same things as usual: the same couple on a date, a cop walking with their dog, more people on the streets and everything okay. After like five minutes or something, she decided to enter and go back to sleep.

"Can't sleep?"

"Did I woke you up?"

"Nah. It is okay. Is something bothering you, Nicki?"

"I've just been... Overthinking..."

"Wanna sit here and talk? I can get you something to snack or just some water."

"Thanks, Mista, but all good. I just remembered some things from my school time..."

"Akward memories?"

"Yeah... Hehe, I was kinda silly looking back then."

"But still amazing, I suppose."

"Nah. Sure, the fifth best in class but still, very akward" she rolled her eyes with a shy smile "It was when I confessed my feelings for a boy and a girl and everything went wrong‐"

"Wait. Girl?"

"...I am bissexual..." she looked down "Sorry if... It bothers you but none of the others know about it yet."

"Oh no, sorry! I can't think STRAIGHT when you're close" both giggled at his non-intentional pun. But then she realized.

"Wait, what? How so?" At this very moment he knew he might have accidentally confessed to her. He could sense his face turning all red and embarassed from his words. Sure, both had a serious crush on eachother since they had met and everyone else could see, even a blind person, but never actually told what their hearts wanted to. Well, until that moment. Her eyes shone when hearing those words.

"Uh... Nevermind..."

"You said, now speak!"

"Nicki, no!"

"Please please please please please!" She came closer to him, with puppy eyes.

"Urgh... F-Fine. I like you, silly."

"For real?"

"Yeah... Since the day you came in... I was just afraid of telling it to you for... Stupid reasons... I understand if you don't feel the same–" before he could finish the sentence, she kissed his cheek multiple times, getting him off guard "Huh?!"

"And I thought I was the only one!"

"Well, come here then, shortie!" He gently kissed her on the lips. A happy, vivid, sweet first kiss. Her stomach was filled with butterflies fluttering their wings really really fast. After a few moments, the olive-tan skinned man said "Guess Narancia will lose some of his money~"

"Wait what?"

"He thought I couldn't confess to you in one year."

"Oh, the two of you!"

"What?"

"HONESTLY, EVEN HE DOUBTED!" shouted Pistol number 3

"Number 3, the neighbours are sleeping!"

"Shut up, 5!" Said 3 hitting hard 5.

"All of you quiet or no salami for breakfast!" Said Mista and Nicki at the same time.

After long 10 minutes comforting 5, the Pistols finally got tired and slept.

"Why sleeping in a couple bed?"

"I am used to those because of my back."

"I see... Wow, it's actually comfy!"

"Glad you liked it!"

Both adjusted themselves, spooning in a comfy position where they could sleep face to face. Guido gently held her back while Nicki played gently with his beautiful (and somewhat well taken care) locks. It was such a comfy and loving sensation. It was almost like if their heartbeats were in pure sync. Mista was afraid of putting her into danger just like he was indirectly responsible for the deaths of Leone, Bruno and Naracia. Even though everything was solved up thanks to Giorno, it was a huge stress and burden he had to carry with him. But as the quote says by an unknown person: who goes into the rain is to get wet. The 19 year old young man whispers for her "Nicki~?"

"Yes, love?"

"I'll do whatever I can to protect you... It's a promise."

"But who is going to protect me from you?" Asked giggling.

"Naughty~"

"Jokes aside, this is the very first time a guy tells me that stuff..."

"What happened to that boy? The one you said you confessed to."

"He actually used me at his favour. I did all of his homework for one month."

"You what?!"

"And the girl... Well, she slapped my face."

"Please, tell me they're dead."

"I guess not."

After 15 minutes of talking, the recent made couple surrended to sleep. Next morning, it was all cuddles and sweet love words between them. Now they can be the terror of single people as well like: Giorno + Bria; Leone + Syl; Fugo + Angelica; Bruno + Aria. Yeah, now Passione has lots of couples now.

[BONUS SCENE!]

[08:00 A.M Monday]

Giorno: Buon giorno, gang...

Mista: Buon giorno, don! *came holding Nicki's hand and kissed her cheek*

Bria: Wait... Are the two of you, actually–

Nicki, revealing her matching bracelet with Mista: Ye

Narancia:

Narancia: I lost.

Mista: Now you gotta pay dinner for me and my amazing girlfriend here.

Leone: Impressive how this douchebag got a girlfriend.

Aria: It is kinda adorable see him happy like that.

Angelica: As long as they don't fuck at work or be clingy next to me, it is fine. I don't want that himbo and that whimp that close to me.

Fugo: Well, I hope that he becomes smarter at least.

Bruno: Well, congrats both of you. I am quite happy that Mista won't be flirting with any other girl anymore during some mission—

Bria: TELL ME ALL THE DETAILS, NICKI!

Nicki: But I need to open my nurse off— AA! *is pulled by Bria*

Bria: I'LL BE GOING TO THE MEETING LATER, GIOGIO!

Bruno: ...that's my piccolina.

Aria: OUR piccolina.

Bruno: You're right, my princess *kisses her hand gently*

Syl (she belongs to @syntheticseraton1n ): Sup, what have I missed here?

Abba, thinking: omg, Syl ♡

Giorno: Mista and Nicole are dating, Bria took Nicki to gossip with her and get iced capuccinos and meeting after my girlfriend comes back.

#OC: Nicole Vasconcelos #Guido Mista x Nicole Vasconcelos #my writting

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uniasus · 2 years

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in make me your bomb verse, how does the umbrellas and sissy and harlan handle viktor’s recovery from top surgery? do any of the umbrellas volunteer to help viktor w his recovery and/or help w his usual chores around the farm & house for him?

So, the first step of my answering this question was determining when he would get it. So I now developed a post-fic timeline.

Viktor gets top surgery in Jan 2022. So roughly 2.5 years post arrival in Five's universe. They specifically scheduled it in January, because it's after the craziness of planting the next wheat crop (which is usually October) and the holidays are over.

By this time, Allison is back in their lives, Viktor's health issues have come to light, and Stan has just entered the Terrible Twos phase. I don't know Harlan's actual age in the show, but I imagine him to be 14/15 at this point and more functional. He can talk and handle chores.

All this is to say, there's limited farm work to do other than feed the horses and Harlan's got that down. It's mainly pain management for Viktor and keeping him away from his piccolo.

Everyone visits him the first few days he's in the hospital, even Allison flies in for the day of, and between that and the post-op appointment Viktor, Sissy, and Harlan stay at the Academy with Grace and Pogo. It's about 5-6 hours to the city (4-5 to the burb where Diego and Luther live) so a little too long to come back in less than a week. A neighbor feeds the horses, but at the Academy, Viktor is really just doing a lot of sleeping. The city boys (Ben, Five, Klaus & Dave) stay at the Academy too, but when it's time to go to the farm it's only Ben that travels with him. He lives that freelancer style and had the ability to go to the farm.

Five will pop in occasionally for dinner and check up on things, and everyone scolds Viktor for using his telekinesis as an alternative to lifting his arms above his head. No strenuous activity, the doctor said, and Viktor's powers do take effort. A month into recovery, Klaus and Dave come for a long weekend and Dave helps Sissy whittle away a chore list. Viktor's miffed about that - being the fix-it guy is gender-affirming for him so he likes to do all that work - but he's not allowed to slide under a tractor and Ben will absolutely use the Horror to pull him out.

Diego and Lila don't help out a whole lot - like I said, Stan is in the Terrible Two phase and while they love the kid they don't give him as much supervision as he needs and this causes chaos. He finds the knife drawer frequently and it's Sloane who's like "child locks are a thing" and installs them.

Luther wants to help more than he does, he loves Viktor, but there's not much of a role for him. Ben's got it covered and he doesn't want to crowd the farmhouse. So instead he throws his heart into celebrating. He finds a bunch of 'congrats on transitioning' greeting cards and sends one every week for the whole two months before Viktor can resume normal activity, and when Viktor woke up in the hospital it was to see a homemade pendant sign that said: "Say No To Boobs" in the old-school DARE font. Viktor's too high on pain drugs to really acknowledge it, but they put it above his bed in the Academy for the week he's there and he wakes up to it here coherent enough to laugh but ouch that hurts his chest.

#make me your bomb #cosmic dust storm #my fanfiction #asks #nonny #viktor hargreeves

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the-world-of-jo · 2 years

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Mayhem is still choosing violence

Mayhem is still attempting to assassinate Brawley on the daily. Brawley does growl and hiss at her, but he chooses to hide in the couch instead of fight back.

The only downside to this is she's discovered if she squeezes just right, she can also sort of fit into the couch.

Yes, into.

Our routine is...unconventional. I wake up around 6:00 each morning and spend an hour with Mayhem, playing and loving on her as she allows. She has a couple treats, many skritches and I tell her how pretty she is. She follows me into the bathroom, into the kitchen, to the front door, just about anywhere.

Then at around 7:00, I go in and spend an hour with Brawley. Same thing, we snuggle and play, but he prefers more snuggling than playing for the first half hour. After that, I need to be very careful because no matter how many toys he has, my hands and arms are his favorite chew toys.

Come 8:00, I make sure Brawley's in the bedroom with fresh food and water (including ice cubes) and the fan is going. The window is always open so he can get some fresh air and watch the birds in the back yard.

Mayhem has the run of the house, and while I'm not afraid of her, I don't trust her with Brawley. The couple times she's 'caught' him, she's held him down and whacked the hell out of him. She doesn't seem to use her claws because he never has any injuries, but he's always shaken up.

At night when I get home, I feed Mayhem first and foremost and she stays in the back part of the house, separated from the living room and bedroom by a glass door. This means the kitchen and basement are hers, and that's where her food and water is along with a litter box in the basement.

I let Brawley out to get his zoomies out, and we end up snuggling for a bit. He's in the main area from about 8:30 - 11:30, then he goes to bed and Mayhem resumes her run of the house.

As I sit here and type this out, I'm now realizing I could realistically keep them separated until I got home by keeping Mayhem in the kitchen area and letting Brawley roam the front of the house. He'd have more room to get his zoomies out all day, and she'd be able to see him and hopefully get to the point where murder isn't her first reaction.

Then on the weekends, we can work on integration.

Weekends will consist of separated zoomies and play time and then the door will be opened and nap time can begin. Mayhem is usually chill when naps are involved and Brawley is almost always too zonked out to care cos he knows I'll keep him safe.

I was not expecting this level of coordination when I decided to get another cat. I thought Mayhem would enjoy having a companion, not constantly try to kill him.

Of course, when she was a kitten, it took her about 3 -6 months before she stopped trying to kill Bandit, who was about 75 lbs.

I gave her a very fitting name it seems.

#cat life #coordinating #coordinating peace talks #coordinating peace meows?#Mayhem why #Brawley baby fight back #I am encouraging my kids to fight yes #But only until boundaries are established #I am impatient #Hurry up and get along!#Not asking for world peace #only asking for less murder in my house #this is complicated

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crmsnmth · 23 days

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September Sky Chapter Four, Part 7

"Caught off guard?"

"Yeah. It's all good." I knew if she kept asking I'd tell her. I didn't think I could ever hide anything from her. "What do you mean off guard?"

"Fuck. Alright, look, you are super fucking attractive and even that doesn't fit. I got caught off guard when I actually got to see you. So I wanted to take it in," I said. Once again this whole sentence was turned into one giant word. I looked out the window, so I wouldn't have to see her face. I know I sounded like a creepy weirdo.

She said nothing. She just squeezed my hand softly and let it be. Besides, we had just pulled into a parking space and I could see the restaurant right in front of us.

"This is it," she said, still not giving any words on my own.

"Yeah, I can't say I've ever been around here," I said. My attention switched to another building. "Hey look, Pizza Shuttle!" I shouted a little to excitedly. Pizza Shuttle was more than just pizzas. It was literally a slice of everything, and they delivered until about three in the morning. Where else can you get BBQ ribs, fried catfish, and a quart of mint chocolate chip? No where, except for the late night loner mecca of Pizza Shuttle.

Addison laughed at my child like glee. My first instinct was to stop, until it clicked in my head that there was no malice in this laugh.

"Come on, stoner." She said as we got out of the truck. We met up at the front of the truck, and she took my hand this time. I lit a cigarette that we shared up to the front door.

The building was just giant windows towards the road and it's parking lot. A small glass door sat in the middle of the windows. Above the door, words in yellow and black letters said 'Atomic Cafe.' The O was stylized to look like an old-fashioned hydrogen bomb.

I didn't really see Sunday services. Red Arm was usually closed, unless we had some kind of event going on, and even that wasn't really service. That was more private party type stuff. That kind of stuff a budding chef could easily use to buff up their resume. I guess I always assumed that Sunday's would be slower, being the end of the weekend. But this parking lot proved me wrong as I took a glance around. Almost every spot was full. And the bike rack had it's fair share of bicycles chained up.

We went inside, and the place was extremely busy. An organized chaos ran through the room. There was a 'U' shaped bar right in the center of the floor. Small tables were placed in what seemed random placement throughout the floor. Booths lined the two non-glass walls.

A hostess suddenly appeared in front of us. As if she just materialized. Her eyes were extremely tired. "I'm sorry but it's going to be at least fifteen minutes before a table will be open. "

"That's fine. We can wait. Can we wait at the bar?" I asked, a polite smile on my face. I worked this industry. I know that for some reason, people think they can shit on Front of House staff. They go through hell, and they do it with a smile. Show some fucking respect to your hosts and servers.

"That's fine. We'll come find you when a table opens." Her voice seemed more pleasant now. A small act of being polite can help. Just don't be an asshole.

"Thanks," I smiled at her again. Addison and I headed to a couple of bar stools that were open. The bar was only about half full. Within a few seconds are sitting down, one of two bartenders was with us.

"What'll it be?" Hello in bartender. She asked with a hurried voice.

"A High Life for me," I turned to Addison, unsure what to do here. Did I order for her? That'd be dumb, I don't really know what she'd want. I didn't remember how any of this dating thing works. What rules had changed.

"Pabst please," she said. The bartender looked at us both and nodded, heading off to a cooler to grab the beer. She was back before we knew it, setting the bottles down in front of us. I gave her a ten and left the change on the bar.

"So, I'm curious again," Addison said, taking a sip from her bottle.

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dorefasolsido · 7 months

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21.

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?)

Oh I have no clue. I'm guessing my grandparents from mum's side before my grandpa passed away.

Do you have any Eastern European ancestry?

Yup, probably like 100%. I am Eastern European.

Where is your car parked right now?

I don't have my own car, but my dad's is probably in the garage right now.

When did you last travel alone? Where were you going?

Never travelled all alone, but I'm definitely planning to!

Do you take your shoes off when you come inside?

Duh. I'm usually surprised that some cultures don't do that.

What’s your favorite movie series?

Hmm idk.

How are you feeling today?

Sleepy as hell. I stayed up all night reading Youtube comments like an idiot and got about four hours of sleep in total. So I've been kind of dazed the whole day.

Look to the right - what’s the first thing you see?

My sliding door.

^^ What does that thing remind you of?

Hmm, once I wanted to trap my cousin in the kitchen, so I pushed the sliding door hard, but just at that moment he was coming out, so it smashed right into him. Luckily, he was fine and we just had a good laugh about it, but Jesus.

What was the first color you ever dyed your hair?

Purple.

What is something that’s considered a luxury, but you wouldn’t want to live without?

Food delivery is technically a luxury. And I could live without it, but it would be so much more inconvenient.

Do you want to move anytime soon?

Yes and no. I want to leave this country ASAP, but I also like the flat I have here and this whole roommate thing me and my sister have going on.

Did you have coffee this morning?

I never do.

How good/bad was the quality of education you received in high school?

I don't know, so-so. I think my school was more hyped up as the best in town than it actually was.

What was the most interesting year of your life, and why?

Hmm, maybe 2018. That was the year I graduated, and it was also one of the most social, exciting years of my life. That's also when my grandpa passed away, so it wasn't all good either.

What was the first social media site you ever used?

I'm not sure, but maybe it was Facebook. Or Youtube, which worked more like social media at the time.

Do you have any exes you really regret dating?

Nah, I don't regret relationships of any kind. I learned a lot about myself and other people even from the worst moments.

What brand of laundry detergent do you use?

I'd have to check and I don't feel like it.

Are you prone to mood swings?

Kind of, but they are very much internalized. Like, no one around me would be able to tell that this whole summer I oscillated between feeling miserable and being kind of okay.

Have you ever lied on a resume? Or even in a job interview?

Nah. I may have embellished things a bit when I was more inexperienced, but I've never outright lied.

Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home?

Tbh, although it's technically our house, my mum definitely has the best taste in interior design. Like, she's really amazing at it.

What was the last thing you bought, other than food?

Bus ticket to the city I'm visiting over the weekend.

Do you smoke? Or vape?

Nah.

What are you dreading right now?

Not totally dreading, but that team building event I have on Friday and Saturday. The reason I chose to work remote is so I don't have to interact with people. And yet, here we are.

What brought about the end of the worst relationship you’ve been in?

It all kind of blew up over something totally trivial, but it was because of so much bullshit that preceded it.

Where was the last place you spent the night other than your own home?

My friend's new flat. I stopped by to see it after a night out and then we just chilled until dawn. Then I walked home, since it's not too far from my flat.

Do you have any step- or half-siblings?

Nope.

Have you ever been catcalled?

Yup.

How old were you when you started scheduling your own doctors appointments?

I don't know, and I also don't remember the last time I did.

Have you ever driven across an international border?

I haven't on my own.

When was the last time you spoke to a neighbor?

We usually only exchange hi's when we see each other in the hallway.

Is your best friend male or female?

Female.

When was the last time you washed your bed sheets?

About two weeks ago.

What do people always seem to think is weird about you?

I don't know, I feel like there must be plenty, but it's difficult to say what exactly.

Ever notice how high schools in movies/tv shows are portrayed way differently than in real life?

I mean, sure, but almost everything is. And I'd never watch a TV show that depicted realistic high school. That would be so boring, and I already went through it and have zero desire to revisit, thank you very much.

Do you ever braid your hair?

I used to sometimes, but now I cut it a bit too short for that.

What food sounds the most appetizing right now?

I ate just earlier.

#personal #surveys

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moonchildstyles · 3 years

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could you possibly do an aster blurb where its harry that gets really clingy🥺 i love the way aster!y/n seeks him out but I would love to see how harry reacts when hes not getting the attention he usually does from her🥺 i imagine him like a kitten or a puppy just following her all around and pining for her attention🥺

its soft hours🥺

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"What are you all smiley about, lovebug?"

Harry pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/N)'s head as he settled onto the couch beside her. He slung an arm around her shoulders, a smile matching her's on his face as she cuddled into his side instinctually. She locked her phone and dropped it into her lap before looking up to him with her wide eyes and bubbly smile.

"Nothing, Sarah just sent a funny picture in the group chat," she answered, reaching for his free hand to hold in both of hers.

"Y'guys have a group chat without me?" Harry pressed, a teasing pout on his face.

"No, its just Sarah and a couple of girls from the library. We've been talking a lot lately, it's been nice." (Y/N) held a bashful smile on her face as she spoke, gaze trained on their joined hands, "We've been talking about doing something all together soon."

"Yeah? What've y'got planned?" Harry asked, elated knowing that she was branching out a bit more in her comfort zone. As much as he wanted to be in a part of every corner of her life, he was happy to know that she had more friends than just their little group and was getting more comfortable with herself.

(Y/N) slightly shrugged beside him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on the backs of his hands. "They want to have a girls' night, but I don't think I really know what that means," she ended with a smile, one that only Harry could pick up on the curl of sadness at the very edge of her lips.

Harry flipped his palm up under her hold, delicately wrapping his fingers around hers. "Depends," he started, "Y'guys could go out and drink and have fun that way,"—(Y/N)'s features scrunched up at that idea, still not comfortable doing those kinds of things without Harry with her—"Or y'could all get together and watch movies or talk, whatever y'want to do, jus' no boys allowed I think."

"The second one sounds more fun," she settled, mimicking the smile on Harry's face.

"Tell them that, and maybe y'could invite everyone over here. We could fix up the guest room, I'll clean up all m'stuff and I'll leave y'alone for the night while y'hang out in there?" Harry offered, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

A smile bloomed on (Y/N)'s features, one that molded her features to carry softened edges and rounded curves. Her eyes were bright and excited, matching the way she practically bounced in her seat as she looked up at him. "Really? You'd let me invite them over here?" Her tone was animated as she spoke.

"'Course," he simplified, "If that's what y'wanted, then, of course."

She slipped her hand out from his, Harry immediately missing the warmth though he couldn't feel too upset when he saw how she excitedly she scooped up her phone. "I'll text them and see if they might want to this weekend!" She began tapping away at the screen before she paused, "If that's okay."

Harry was quick to nod, letting her know it was definitely okay with him before she lost any of her gusto over the idea. "I gave myself this Friday night off since I worked those doubles, so if y'wanted to invite everyone over then?"

(Y/N) happily agreed, resuming the tapping at her phone. Harry settled his arm over her shoulder, the black of his fingernails tracing over the bare skin of her arm showcased by the short sleeves of her shirt. He felt a matching bubble of elation settle in his system, working its way through his bloodstream as he could practically feel the excitement of the girl beside him.

He knew his offer alone was something that meant a lot to her, knowing just how limited her exposure and time with friends was growing up. She shared once that she'd never even been allowed to spend the night away from home, especially not with anyone from school or that her parents didn't personally select for her to spend time with. When she moved in with Sarah, that was the first time she had stayed away from her parents in her entire life. Those small facts and insights into who she was before him, broke little bits of his heart. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like to be so tethered to the same people she wanted nothing more than to get away from, even if for only a night. So, he didn't blame her exorbitant amount of excitement at even just the prospect of having a girls' night, even if he had to explain the ground rules to her.

"They said they can come by at six on Friday!" She bounced in her seat beside him, Harry able to see a flood of exclamation points ending her message on her phone.

Now, all Harry had to do was find it in himself to clean up the spare bedroom. Maybe he should have told her next week.

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"Are y'excited?"

(Y/N) practically jumped at the sound of his voice. She was trying her best to pretend she wasn't as antsy as she was, having been flitting about Harry's home as soon as she came by after class. He had stayed true to his word, having cleared out the spare bedroom with the space now actually resembling a bedroom and not a storage closet. (Y/N) was taking her time to make it perfect for the night, fretting over small details Harry hadn't even considered. There was still another forty-five minutes or so before anyone was set to arrive, but (Y/N) didn't seem to have any plans of slowing down for even a moment.

"Mhm," she hummed, fluffing the extra duvet on the bed, making something akin to a nest out of the bedding. She didn't offer any other information, brushing through the sentiment without tracing her eyes to where Harry stood leaning against the doorframe to the room.

"(Y/N)?" he started, conscious of the way he was calling out her name instead of one of the tender pet names he had donned her as. He needed to talk to her seriously and ensure she was okay and her behavior wasn't anything more than the result of nerves.

She stopped in her tracks at the sound of his voice, stopping her fretting hands. "Yeah?" she peeped, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Are y'okay?" He felt his own features soften as he took in her visage. Each of her anxious ticks were at play with her fumbling fingertips picking at the fresh nail polish she applied yesterday, and her anxious shifting of her weight from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, just want everything to be perfect," she simplified, giving him what was barely a trace of a smile as opposed to the bubbly grin she had been gifting him with previously.

"Love, 's jus' your friends, even Sarah's coming. Everything's gonna be okay, don't know why you're getting so worried." He spoke softly as he rounded the bed frame to reach out for her. "What's got you all upset, hm?" he prompted, collecting her in his arms with his palms settling over her hips. She trained her gaze on the ink of the chest piece that trailed out of the neckline of his shirt, the vined rose bush taking her attention. She only shrugged her shoulders at him, keeping her hands to herself to continue to pick at the polish.

Harry sighed, knowing she was starting to curl in on herself and let her racing mind decide the course of the night before it had even begun. One of his hands abandoned its spot on her hip, tucking his knuckles under her chin to tip her face up to make contact with her eyes. She looked to him with big, worried eyes, the gaze he knew a little too well. The pad of his thumb brushed along the line of her jaw as a soft smile tugged at his lips.

"You know 'm gonna be here the whole night, yeah? If y'need me, 'm only a wall away. But, I know you're going to have so much fun, yeah? Probably going to forget all about me as soon as you're all holed up in here," he spoked gently, his tone lighthearted as to try and draw her from whatever headspace had dragged her under.

Despite his efforts, (Y/N)'s lips stayed in a lamented line. "I just want everyone to have fun, and I don't even know what I'm doing."

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself, darling," his hand under her chin shifted as he spoke, moving to cradle her cheek in his palm, "We've had people over before, haven't we? The first time we met, you and Sarah hosted that night at your apartment, remember? You've done this before, jus' because it has a different name doesn't mean anything's different, yeah?"

"I know," she peeped, wilting in his arms, "I'm just... nervous."

A sad sort of smile tugged at Harry's lips. "I know, angel, but 's okay, yeah? I know 's hard, but try not to get too upset over this, 'kay? Jus' try to have fun, and I'll be here if y'need anything."

She minutely nodded at his words, only perking up to rise to the tips of her toes with her lips searching for his. Harry was quick to grant her her wish, smoothing his lips over hers. The kiss was simple, nothing short of reassuring as he knew that was what she was looking for. He drew back first only to press a string of playful pecks against her lips, fighting off his own smile as her's bloomed across her lips. He paused to nudge his nose against the tip of her own in a puppy's kiss, the cool of his nose piercing brushing against her skin.

"Thank you," she squeaked, her eyes fluttering open as Harry drew back from her. His hand on her cheek stayed still, only grazing his thumb over her cheekbone with his other hand on her hip.

Harry only smiled to her with the curl of his lips going lopsided, only one of his dimples denting his cheeks. "You're welcome, baby."

She looked like she was going to say more, but (Y/N) was cut off by the sound of her phone buzzing somewhere in the pile of bedding she had been fretting over. She pulled herself from Harry's embrace, crawling atop the mattress as she dug through the layered duvets for her phone, his eyes affectionately following after her. She settled in the middle of the nest she created, her phone now cradled in her hands as she gazed at the screen with her lip between her teeth.

(Y/N) looked to him with big eyes, something much more excited swimming in her irises than he had seen only a few minutes prior. "They said they're here."

Harry's crooked smile unfurled into a large grin at her words, reaching towards her hands to lace his fingers through hers. "Then c'mon, need to go greet your guests," he urged, tugging her off the bed to lead her towards the living room.

She pliantly followed after him, seemingly getting more comfortable with each step she took. Harry released his hold on her hand before stepping back as she went to the front door, replying to a message Mitch had sent. He looked up when he heard the telltale giggled greetings and found his girl hugging her friends and telling them how excited she was to see them. A glowing smile was etched onto her features, making it hard for Harry to not mimic the expression as he watched her.

"Hey, H," Sarah called as she kicked off her shoes by the door, shooting him a smile.

"Hi, Sarah," he greeted, pocketing his phone before standing from his position on the arm of the couch. He wrapped his arms around Sarah in a friendly hug, keeping his eye on (Y/N) over her shoulder as she directed her newer friends on where to put their things.

"She seems nervous. Is everything okay?" Sarah whispered before pulling back from Harry, her smile light on her face as to make sure (Y/N) didn't catch onto what they were discussing.

Harry nodded his head, making sure his girl was still distracted before verbally answering, "She wants everyone to have fun, and is worried she's not doing enough. You know how she gets sometimes."

Sarah's expression dropped just the smallest bit at the new information. "I know. Thank for helping her though, H," Sarah got out before (Y/N) directed her attention to the two of them.

"And, this is my boyfriend Harry," (Y/N) introduced, gesturing to him as her friends stood beside her, "Harry, this is Charlotte and Emily from the library."

Harry politely smiled, reaching his hand out to shake the two of their's. "Nice to meet you."

The two girls reciprocated his greeting, Harry ignoring the way their eyes flitted over his form before flicking to (Y/N). Most people did the same thing when they saw the pair of them, not quite sure how someone so cotton candy sweet and pastel pink as (Y/N) would end up with someone like Harry.

"Are you ready, Sarah? Harry helped me clean up the spare room so we can hang out there tonight," (Y/N) beamed, seemingly unaware of the conversation she interrupted.

Harry stood back as (Y/N) pointed them down the hallway to the spare bedroom, lingering behind for only a second. While a small edging of nerves were still working their way out of her system with her fumbling hands and the way she shifted on her feet, most of the previous anxiety seemed to have melted away now that her company had arrived.

"Thank you," she reiterated from earlier. She popped onto the tips of her toes before pressing a quick kiss to Harry's lips, too quick for Harry to react before she was scuttling her way down the hall to follow her friends.

He could already hear the sound of her laughter and the beginnings of the "girls' night" fluttering from the bedroom, drawing his own smile to his features. He brushed his fingers over the plush of his bottom lip, over his lip ring and where the full of her lips had planted a kiss. He had half the mind to chase after her, in search of a conclusion to her kiss, but he couldn't. Not when she so excitedly ran to join her friends, along with the happy smile that decorated her features after she pulled away. And there was nothing that made him more happy than seeing her happy. He could wait for another kiss.

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Maybe Harry overestimated himself.

He could hear the way (Y/N) was happily giggling and chatting away in the other room, the sound of her muffled voice only momentarily interrupted when one of her friends spoke. The sound had kept his lips curved into a smile for the hour since she had started her night, the happy noises satisfying him with the knowledge that she was having just as good of a time as he had promised she would. It wasn't until he was halfway through a movie he had watched only a couple times before with (Y/N) tucked under his arm, did he realize that he felt... lonely.

It was a silly thing to feel, he was sure. His girlfriend was still in the same house as him, close enough he could hear her, but it just wasn't enough. He felt clingy as he recognized just how much he yearned to have her back in his arms and her attention back on him. All he wanted to do was go whisk her away, tugging her from the spare room and wrapping her in his arms in an effort to hear that laugh in person and not through a layer of drywall and plaster. What was he supposed to do when she was right therebut he couldn't touch her or talk to her, even? It shouldn't be hard to be away from her like this, especially seeing as to how they still didn't even live together. He couldn't remember ever being this needy before.

He only made it another ten minutes before he heard a loud burst of laughter he knew immediately came from his angel. It was the one she let out when she thought something was especially funny or really happy in the moment, the one Harry always felt the proudest of when he could draw it from her. After hearing that, he knew he had to do something. Even if the silly plan he made up only allowed for a moment or two to see her, he'd do it.

Harry remembered the small agenda (Y/N) had put together, knowing that she had planned on starting a movie around now with her friends in the other room. They would want popcorn if they were watching a movie, right? (Y/N) always wanted something like that to snack on when they had their own movie night (though she only made it through a few kernels before she was slumped against his shoulder with sleep on its way to take her). So, he went out of his way to fish for the last remaining packet of popcorn in his cupboards.

Keeping his ear trained on the sound of (Y/N)'s muffled voice over the popping of the kernels, Harry moved about the kitchen with antsy motivation. He rifled around the cabinets in search of the large white and purple spotted bowl she liked to eat popcorn from, trying his best to slow himself down when he realized he still had ninety seconds on the microwave timer. He swung the door open as soon as the timer beeped, dumping the contents of the paper package into the bowl before checking his phone. He hoped to see a text from (Y/N), but was disappointed to find his screen notification-less.

With the heated bowl in hand, Harry didn't have it in him to feel even a little embarrassed at the small lengths he was going through just to quell the need in his tummy to catch a glimpse of his girl. As he drew closer to the spare bedroom, he could hear the collection of voices much more clear. (Y/N)'s was the easiest to pick from the bunch, Harry sure he could pick her out of a crowded room. He hesitated for a moment before he rapped his knuckles against the wood of the door, the girls on the other side quieting at the noise.

"Come in!" (Y/N) called. Harry tried not to dwell on how fast his heart started beating at the sound of her voice directed at him.

He carefully cracked open the door, popping his head in to find the group of them all huddled on the nest of blankets (Y/N) had put together on the bed. Each pair of eyes was directed on him, Sarah's much more knowing than the others, but Harry only had eyes for (Y/N). She looked to him with her eyes wide and questioning, the remnants of her bubbling laughter being found in the light in her eyes and the lines acting as parenthesis around her mouth.

"I—uh—I made popcorn, if y'wanted some," Harry offered, pretending as if he didn't notice that there was no movie playing on the T.V. like he had predicted.

(Y/N)'s brows shot up in happiness at his words, gifting him with the sweet smile he had missed in the short amount of time they'd been a part. "Yes, please!" she bubbled, climbing off the bed as she reached for the bowl in his hands, "We were just talking about getting some snacks. Thank you!"

Harry replaced the warmth of the bowl that was now in her hands by settling his palms over her hips. She leant up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, the contact short-lived before she turned around to face her friends again. Just before they started chatting about whatever it is he interrupted, Harry took that as his cue to leave.

Well, at least he got to see her, right?

That should be able to hold him off, right?

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Harry only made it another thirty minutes.

He knew he was just making up excuses at this point. He had become used to hearing the constant flow of laughter and muffled words coming from the spare room, the string tethering his heart to her's now feeling a constant tugging that tried to lure him over to her. Turns out the small interaction ending with a kiss on the cheek wasn't enough to tide him over until each of the girls decided to call it a night and he would get his lovebug back.

Sorting through his mind for anything to do to keep him from interrupting her night again, he found himself finally folding the pile of laundry he had promised himself he would do a week ago. He barely paid attention to any of the pieces, only really caring for the small pink and purple socks that definitely weren't his, and the much too small pink crop top he remembers (Y/N) spilling spaghetti sauce on last week. The bottom of the basket was filled out by a familiar pink blanket, unfailingly soft and one of Evie's preferred things to sleep on. It was (Y/N)'s favorite blanket, one she had left at his house over a week ago when she noticed just how much Evie pined over the fabric (and because she spent majority of her time as his place anyway).

She'd want to have this, right? She would probably be happy to find that he had finally taken care of the laundry and found her favorite blanket. So, it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to just go knock on her door and see if she wanted it, right?

Harry didn't have a chance before he had fully talked himself into the plan. He wanted this offer to be as tempting as possible, maybe earning him just a second longer with her or even—if he was lucky—a real kiss. Knowing she was still fairly private when it came to PDA and expressing her love for Harry publicly, he knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't help but hope that maybe she would take pity on his obvious attempts to see her and indulge him a little.

He gave the blanket a spin in the dryer, hoping she would appreciate the extra warmth swaddling the fabric. This time, Harry did feel just a tiny bit embarrassed as he trekked down the hallway to the spare room, something akin to a walk of shame. The blanket was bundled against his chest, the downy material brushing against the bare of his arms; he wasn't sure if it was the truth or just his yearning heart talking, but he couldn't help but compare the cushiony textile to the feel off her lips against his or even her touch along his skin.

Just as the last time, he gently knocked on the door. (Y/N) hadn't been speaking when he had arrived on the other side, a small disappointment that was quickly shooed away when she called for him to come in! just like before. The bundled blanket in his arms made for a much clumsier entrance than before, the pink material being seen before Harry.

(Y/N) helped open the door for him, having climbed off the bed as soon as she heard Harry knock on the door. She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face, rivaling the down of the blanket in his arms. "What did you need, H?" she asked, her gaze flitting to the blanket in his arms before retreating to his face.

He could feel the eyes of the other girls trained on him again, but this time one of them (Charlotte, he thinks she's called) leaned over and whispered something to Sarah before the pair of them shared a quiet laugh. He was aware of the way Sarah whispered something back before talking to remaining girl to her right, but he kept his gaze fixed on (Y/N).

"This jus' came out of the dryer, so 's all warm like y'like it. Was just wondering if y'wanted it, maybe?" He felt shy as he explained his appearance, keeping his voice low between them.

(Y/N) didn't seem to catch onto the clinginess of Harry's actions, only gratefully pulling the blanket from his arms. "Yes, thank you, H," she smiled, trying her best to keep the bundle contained in her arms.

Harry was sure this was his cue to leave again, to leave his girl to hang out with her friends as they had planned. But, he couldn't help but linger for just a beat, hoping she would do as she did before and plant a kiss on his cheek. Instead, she shot him another smile before turning back to her friends and bouncing back onto the bed with the blanket tumbling out of her arms. Sarah shot him a look over (Y/N)'s shoulder. She was onto him.

Closing the door behind him, Harry couldn't help but feel the remnants of a pout take his features. She didn't kiss him.

He tried to convince himself that just because that minor detail was missing, he didn't need to make his presence known again and interrupt her night further. But, he couldn't help but notice that the bottle of wine they'd been drinking was now empty with each of the stemless glasses placed on the bedside tables being equally dry (excluding (Y/N)'s, but he knew she was still building up the confidence to let herself go like that around people who weren't him).

It wouldn't hurt to see if they wanted more, right? He'd picked up that extra bottle for a reason, right?

The one thing holding him back was racing right back to the bedroom, bottle of muscato in hand, was his worry. He took a page from (Y/N)'s book and launched into a web of anguished thoughts of whether or not he was being overbearing. He knew he doted over (Y/N) majority of the time he was with her, Mitch and Sarah always teasing him for waiting on her like she was some long-lost princess. Maybe he was being selfish for wanting so badly to inject himself into her night, the first time she'd ever been able to indulge in the teen movie cliches of having a girls' night and being without his overbearing presence.

Harry attempted to remind himself that (Y/N) had expressed just how much she appreciated and loved his doting qualities. She was never even a tick under being absolutely comfortable and happy in his presence due to each of the small things he went out of his way to do for her. She never mentioned anything about feeling suffocated or finding his affection bothersome. So, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to pop in one more time, see if they needed anything—if she needed him.

And, god, he was just so bored without her! What was his life even filled of before she fluttered in on her angel wings to steal his heart?

With the promise that this would be the last time he invited himself into their girls' night, Harry held the neck of the wine bottle in one hand and the other gripping (Y/N)'s baby blue, reusable bottle filled with cold water.

It had only been twenty minutes since he had popped in last. Hopefully, he wasn't being annoying.

He performed the now familiar routine, knocking on the door where he could hear (Y/N) and her friends quiet down on the other side. Instead of the typical radio silence coming from the girls beyond the door, a smattering of laughter could be heard through the wood.

"H, you can come in!" (Y/N) laughed, the sound of her smile warming him more than any bottle of wine or blanket fresh from the dryer could.

He nudged the door open, no longer finding it in himself to care that Sarah had most definitely been onto him the second he started popping into the room, his eyes only finding (Y/N)'s. A softened smile unfurled over his lips as he found her with her blanket stretched over her legs as she shared it with the rest of the group.

"Hi," he started, huffing a laugh at himself over how relieved he was to simply see her smiling, "I brought another bottle of wine if y'wanted, and some water?"

Charlotte seemed to perk up at the idea of more wine, Emily seconding the notion with a soft ooh! escaping her lips. (Y/N) carefully untwisted herself from the bedding to move to Harry and the amber colored wine in his hand. The girls behind her started up their own tittering conversation that Harry didn't have the mind the pay attention to.

"Thank you, H," she said, keeping her voice quiet between them, "You're being very sweet tonight."

"Aren't I sweet always?" he teased, feeling more himself now that she was allowing him a larger portion of her attention.

Her smile only widened at his words, a small nod tipping her chin as she reached for the bottles in his hands. He happily passed them off to her. (Y/N) turned around again, but didn't seem to be kicking him out the way she had before. When she faced him again, Harry hoped she was readying herself to indulge in the kiss he had been pining for all night. Instead, he was gifted with an empty bottle of wine and a second calling of thank you! falling from her lips.

The door clicked behind him as he shut it, leaving him alone in the hallway with an empty bottle of wine at 9:04pm. He was out of ideas; out of excuses to meander his way into her night without him, leaving him with a cold bed and thoughts of her keeping his chest warm. Evie had effectively taken root in Mitch's room for the night, the one place free of Harry's anxious energy and the giggles of four girls to keep her up. Mitch wouldn't even be home till later, but even then he was coming to pick up Sarah, then the two of them would go back to the apartment, so he had nothing to entertain himself with besides the clock that ticked down the minutes until (Y/N) was free to wrap him in her attention.

How was it possible to miss someone who was right there?

Harry begrudgingly trekked back to the kitchen, throwing out the empty bottle of wine and getting himself some water. The movie he had started at the beginning of the night was still paused on a scene he didn't remember ever viewing. Now, come to think of it, he had no recollection of what the film was even called, his thoughts having been plagued by (Y/N) and different schemes to weasel his way into the spare bedroom. He dropped himself down into the worn cushion before pressing play and pretending like he had any idea of what plot was playing out on his screen. Instinctually, he draped his arm over the back of the couch, used to the way (Y/N) was attached to his side as soon as a film started rolling on the T.V.

Maybe he could paint his nails? Harry glanced down at the chipping black and pink paint on his fingers. No, (Y/N) painted these, he wanted to keep them for as long as he could. Maybe he could do more laundry? No, he didn't think he could handle finding more articles of her clothing and not immediately using the act of returning them as an excuse to see her again. Maybe he could get a head start of sketching this coverup piece that he had scheduled for Monday? No, he would only lose himself in the pages and pages filled with sketches of his angel.

Was there any part of his life that was untouched by her?

It wasn't until the movie had ended, the time on his phone now showing 10:13pm, that Harry broke again. This time wasn't as bad as the others, he reasoned with himself. He wasn't popping in there with a lame excuse to get him through the door. No, this time he was just going to be cool and casual about it.

Nothing was clingy about a text to just check in with his girlfriend, right?

Do you need anything? xxxxx

He forced himself to lock his phone and set it face down on the cushions beside him. He busied himself with taking a long sip form his water, pretending as if he wasn't as antsy as he really was for her response. As soon at the device buzzed beside him, all thoughts of letting a couple of moments pass before checking were thrown out the window.

(Y/N) 🌸🤍🎀

no im good but thank u!!!!!

He couldn't help but deflate a bit at her answer. But, could he really be surprised? He'd made it his mission for the past hours to make sure each of her needs were taken care of before she even knew she needed them.

Harry reluctantly melted back into couch after sending a simple okay, back with a smattering of kisses following after. He didn't pine over the three dots he knew wouldn't show, instead forcing himself to browse the Netflix queue on his screen. He hoped, futilely, that something would catch his attention and draw it away from the giggling girl in the other room.

After what he was sure was at least forty-five minutes (it was really only about twenty when Harry ended up checking the time) of scrolling through Netflix and settling on a movie where he only got through the first five minutes before having to stop, did Harry resign himself to get ready for bed. He wasn't quite sure how long (Y/N) was going to have her company over, all he knew was that Mitch didn't get off work for another hour or so, making that the earliest the night could end. He had wanted to wait for her, wait to get ready and go to bed together so neither of them would have to lay without the other. But, he was running out of distractions.

Rifling through the freshly folded clothes in his drawers, Harry tried to find articles of his that (Y/N) most frequently wore. Despite going through the wash, he hoped remnants of her scent would linger in the weaving of the fabric enough for him to feel even a bit of comfort. He finished with a large pink crewneck adoring his torso, one she typically wore as a dress before she wrapped herself around him in her sleep, and a pair of too short sweatpants she had to cuff at least five times over to ensure she didn't trip over herself when wearing them. All he had left to find was a pair of socks, the temperature in the house having dropped some (whether that be from (Y/N)'s absence or something Harry perceived all on his own, he wasn't sure).

As soon as he slid open the top drawer, he should have known it was a bad idea. Several pairs of petite, fuzzy socks took up the space in the drawer, pairs too small for him but perfect for the girl sitting only a room away. Harry felt as if he was going for a record tonight with the speed that another bad idea popped into his mind. He tried his best to shoo it away, having spent all his chances of spending time with (Y/N) prematurely in the night; he had no good reason to peek back in.

But, just because it wasn't a good reason, didn't take from the fact it was still a reason, nonetheless.

Harry sighed as he plucked out a pristine white pair, the toes and heel stitched with pale pink patches. He knew his logic was flawed, but he was practically grasping at straws by this point, and this one seemed to stick.

If he thought it was cold, that would mean that (Y/N) most likely felt the same way. She typically liked to pad around the house in a pair of her fuzzy socks, especially the pair in Harry's hand, having told him that where she got coldest first and the fastest. All he would need to do is just ask if she wanted them. It didn't matter if she was with her friends or not, this was something that effect the quality of her night. If she wasn't comfortable, she couldn't keep having fun and that was the point of the night. This idea, though leaning on the side of desperate, was as good as any at this point.

The walk to the spare bedroom had become Harry's version of the walk of shame, an embarrassment shifting up his spine further and further with each trek back and forth. This time, instead of immediately enacting the familiar routine, Harry stopped in front of the door. He'd heard his name.

It was never a good thing to eavesdrop, but Harry couldn't help himself as he hesitated on the other side. He wanted to see what they were talking about.

"You never tell us anything about him," someone—Emily, maybe?—teasingly accused (Y/N), "I had no idea he was going to look like thatfrom the way you described him!"

Harry furrowed his brow. What was that supposed to mean?

"Yeah, I never would have pictured him for you. I didn't think you even knew what a tattoo was," Charlotte(?) laughed.

Harry understood what they were getting at now. It wasn't hard to see that they had been shocked to find he was who (Y/N) was dating. They just showed to prove that opposites attract.

Sarah was the only one that didn't immediately join in on the prodding over (Y/N)'s love life, being the only other person in the room to know more about their relationship.

"He's...," (Y/N) trailed off, Harry able to perfectly imagine the way she shrugged her shoulders and allowed a shy smile to take her features, "Yeah."

She stopped abruptly there, Harry not entirely sure what being "yeah" meant, but he'd happily take it if the audible smile she spoke through meant anything. He shifted his weight on his feet, moving to lean soundlessly against the wall as he continued to listen in.

"Oh, c'mon!" Charlotte pipped up, punctuated by the sound of Sarah's familiar laugh, "He's more than just yeah. You're so private about him, I can't even imagine what goes on when you're alone."

"You don't want to know," Sarah mumbled, a teasing tone to her voice that had the other girls laughing and presumably (Y/N) left with a heat behind her cheeks.

"It's not like that," (Y/N) argued (though Harry was pretty sure he could debate that it was, in fact, like that), "I just...I love him. A lot."

He felt his heart melt in harmony with the girls aw'ing on the other side. Would it be too soon to burst in and tell her he loved her a lot too?

"It's kind of crazy since we haven't been together for even a year yet,"—they were just a month and some change shy of their year anniversary actually—"But, I love him so much." (Y/N)'s voice held a dreamy quality to it, her breath coming out in sighs with the words curling around his heart in comforting squeezes. "I didn't even know you could love anyone like this, but he's so gentle with me, and kind, and you've seen the way he's been in and out of here all night. He cares which is... so nice. It's nice to think that he loves me like I love him."

Harry was sure he was going to be found as a heart shaped puddle in the middle of the hallway, her words having liquified his bones and tethered his lungs to his heart. There was no thought in his head left unturned and marked with her kiss and the promise of her forever love. He didn't really have to worry about what his life was like before her, because he didn't think there was ever going to be a reason to go back.

A chorus of retreating aw's sounded on the other side of the door, Harry trying his best to cling to the noise to keep him afloat and aware of the moment.

"He definitely loves you so much," Emily chimed in, a pouting tone to her voice like one would use to speak to a puppy.

"Mhm," Sarah hummed, "Every time he's come in here tonight, he doesn't even see us, he's just looking right to you. It's like there's no one here but you, and I've known him longer."

Harry was quick to pick out the sound of his lover's laugher, the sound taking him from the puddle he had become and making him as light as a cloud that floated on the sound of her happiness.

The soft moment was interrupted when one of the girls, Harry wasn't able to pick out who, posed her own question.

"...And how's the sex?"

"No, I'm not telling you!" (Y/N) laughed. Some mumbles from the other girls elicited more strings of laughter to fill the room that Harry wasn't able to make out, but he figured it was enough to get that bashful heat to warm his angel's cheeks and drop her gaze to her hands in her lap.

The conversation shifted after that, the topic leaving Harry behind to dwell on the honeyed information filtering through his brain. He looked at the pair of socks still in his hands for a moment before turning away from the door.

He'd leave her be, he decided. The words of her love were enough to tide him over until she was ready to end her night.

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Harry jolted out of his half sleep as he sat on the couch when he heard the front door shut behind Mitch. He blinked open his sleep coated eyes, having been dancing between dreams filled with soft laughter and declarations of love, and wanting to stay awake for whenever (Y/N) was ready for bed with him.

"Hey, man," Mitch called as he yawned, "The girls still hanging out?"

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "I don't know when they'll be done either. Gone through two bottles of wine, though."

A smile cracked at Mitch's features, shaking his head as he stepped towards his room. "Have you been waiting all night for her then?"

A sheepish smile tugged at Harry features, happy that his friend couldn't see him as his back was turned towards the open door of his bedroom. The tip of his tongue played with the ring pierced through his lip, "Uh, yeah. Kinda."

He could hear Mitch scoff from his room, the sound of him putting his things away before toeing of his shoes. "Kinda," he laughed, "I don't know how you haven't crashed the whole night, you can't be more than five feet away from (Y/N) when she's not in class."

"That's not true," Harry countered, though he knew it was, in fact, true, as this night had proved to him. "I've checked in a couple times, but that's it. And there's nothing wrong with that anyway, y'know how (Y/N) can get nervous sometimes."

"Yeah, you were checking in for her, right," Mitch teased, before shutting his bedroom door.

Only a beat later, the door he had been waiting to hear creak open all night pulled him from his spot on the couch.

"Did I just hear Mitch come home?" Sarah called from the hallway, leading the line of girls from the room. Charlotte and Emily were chattering away between each other, sounding like they were arranging rides to get home while (Y/N) took up the end with a tired set in her eyes.

"Yeah, I think he's jus' getting changed," Harry nodded towards Mitch's room before his eyes were fixed on his girl again.

She shot him a sleepy smile before being pulled into a small conversation with Charlotte. Sarah had meandered her way to sit on the arm of the couch beside Harry, looking to him with a small smile on her face.

"You're not very subtle, you know," she mused, "If you wanted to hang out with us tonight, all you had to do was ask."

Harry gently nudged her with his shoulder, running a heavy hand through his hair. "I jus' wanted to make sure she was alright and had everything she needed, is that wrong of me?"

Sarah shrugged beside him, "I'm just surprised you didn't feed her the popcorn by hand and help her drink her water."

"Hey," Harry whined, elongating the ending with a feigned look of hurt on his face, "'M not clingy."

"I never said you were," Sarah countered, her tone teasing to match the smile on her face.

Just as Mitch emerged from his room, pajamas donned on his figure and the familiar duffle bag he lugged to the apartment over his shoulder, Charlotte declared that her boyfriend was here to take both her and Emily home. Harry stood from his spot on the couch at the sound of the announcement, playfully shoving at Sarah's shoulder beside him. She only shot him a glare that was softened by the huff of laughter that fell from her lips. He watched on from his background point of view as Sarah rejoined the group and the four of them all said their goodbyes for the night.

"Thank you guys for coming over, I had a really good time," (Y/N) beamed before pulling each of them individually for hugs. Each girl reciprocated the sentiment, telling her how happy they were to come and they couldn't wait to do it again.

"And thank you, Harry, for the wine and everything. It was really nice to meet you," Charlotte said, pulling Harry from his fixed attention on (Y/N).

"Of course," he smiled, though there was something very familiar to Sarah's teasing he could find on her face, "It was nice to meet you too."

They definitely all knew the real reason he found himself popping in on their night.

Charlotte and Emily were the first to exit, (Y/N) watching from the threshold of the front door to make sure they drove away safely before turning to Sarah.

"You should come back home more often, this was so much fun," Sarah started, an exaggerated pout on her lips, "We can have our living room sleepovers again."

"I know, I miss you," (Y/N) reciprocated, her eyes momentarily flicking to Harry before being directed back to her friend, "I promise I will next week, I've just been... busy lately."

Her pout turned into a teasing smile that Harry already knew would turn (Y/N) into his bashful sweetheart. "Oh I know, you just love him so much you get so busy—"

"Stop it!" (Y/N) got out in a laugh, jokingly urging Sarah towards the front door where Mitch was leaned against with a smile matching his girlfriend's on his face. "Go, I'll see you on Monday!"

Harry crossed the space between them in lazy strides, saying his own goodbyes to the couple as they headed towards Mitch's car parked in the driveway. Harry wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s middle from behind, tucking his chin into the crook of her neck as they gave their final waves to their friends before driving away. He reluctantly let her go to shut the front door, locking out the cold air that was waiting outside.

(Y/N) looked to Harry with her tired eyes as she lent back against the door, hands clasped behind her. "Hi."

A blooming smile unfurled over Harry's features, reaching out for her to take her spot back in his arms. "Hi," he mumbled once she was flush against his chest, the greeting tucked into the strands of hair at the top of her head. "I missed you."

(Y/N) pulled back at his words, her arms stationed around his neck to ensure she didn't stray far. "I was here the whole time, silly," she laughed, the sound coming out dreamy and melodic to Harry's ears.

"That was the problem," he started, moving his hands from the soft of her waist to cradle the full of her cheeks in his palms. He dipped his head down and indulged in the small contact he had been craving all night, sweet kisses smoothed over her lips with the whisperings of her honey sweet taste stamped against his mouth. "Y'were right there, and I couldn't even go in and cuddle you, and kiss you, and do all the things y'know I love."

Harry didn't have it in him to feel childish as he pouted at her, only reveling in the way she allowed him to steal as many kisses from her lips as she leaned into the palms of his hands. "It was hard," he lamented, dropping his forehead to rest against hers.

"Oh, H," she sighed, her eyes rounding out at his admission, the fingers in his hair curling a little deeper through the tumbling strands. "I know, I missed you too. Thank you for coming by with all that stuff and making sure we were having a good time. It was nice to see you each time, too."

Her own confession could have brought Harry to his knees, recalling the affectionate praises she shared with her friends over him. Instead, he allowed himself to press a kiss to the tip of her nose before drawing away.

"Good, good. Wanted y'to have fun tonight," he mumbled, dropping his hand from her cheek to twine between her fingers. He began leading her towards the bedroom, where he already had everything set up from when he so optimistically yet futilely planned on getting some sleep without her.

(Y/N) dismissed herself after Harry closed the door behind them, Evie slipping through before the click sounded, citing the need to get dressed into some pajamas before she could sleep. Harry climbed into bed to wait for her, turning down the duvet in anticipation for her to join him as Evie made her own bed at the foot of the mattress.

Now in a shirt of his and a pair of comfortable shorts, (Y/N) emerged from his closet. Just as she was about to join Harry in a cuddle under the covers, she spotted the pair of socks he had left at the end of the bed where Evie was just a couple of inches shy of laying atop.

"Oh!" she bubbled, already reaching for the pair to slip onto her feet, "My feet have been cold all night, how did you know?" She shot him a grateful smile over his shoulder, warming Harry from the inside out.

He could have gone in one more time, and with good reason, too. He'd just save that for next time.

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I hope u guys like this !!!! it was really fun to write I loved this idea so much!!! thank u all sm for reading and to whoever requested it!! sorry for any mistakes and if u have any ideas please send them in !!

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shandian-go · 3 years

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Reflections

Happy Wednesday everyone, and hope you’re looking forward to the long weekend! I can’t believe it’s been a year since I started this group order and I’m feeling a little sentimental so I thought I’d take some time to reflect in an actual post (instead of rambling in the tags like usual). FYI this is NOT a goodbye post - it’s just me rambling to myself and there’s no important updates or anything so feel free to skip :)

So much has happened over the past year that I don’t really know where to begin to be honest. I really had no idea what I was getting myself into when I first started asking around to see if there would be interest in a group order and the way this GO has grown has honestly taken me by surprise. It’s probably been one of the greatest learning opportunities of my life and has pushed me to work harder than I thought myself capable of.

Before all this happened, I was living a very average, boring life - I’m not particularly talented or insightful so my fandom involvement was limited to hanging out with some friends in my little corner of the internet. As for IRL, I’ve always been surrounded by people who were smarter, worked harder, and more capable than me, so I never really thought of myself as the type of person that could take charge and shoulder responsibilities. Whenever I edited the ‘problem solving’ part of my resume, I’d have to rack my brain to come up with examples because the fact is, the challenges I’ve faced in school and work haven’t been all that special. The problems were (mostly) within my comfort zone and there was always a teacher or textbook to guide me.

That wasn’t the case at all with this GO and ever since the very first batch order, there’s been problem after problem that I had to figure out myself with no ‘how-to’ manual to follow. I don’t talk about it too much because I don't want to cause worry, but there honestly isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not trying to resolve an issue with an agent or seller behind the scenes. I remember learning about the difficulties with shipping powders in the first order and having to search for a way to ship it over. I also remember the panic I felt the first time a seller screwed up an order and the struggle to coordinate the return and exchange process. Every time an issue came up, my gut reaction was to imagine the worst possible outcome and I wouldn’t be able to relax until it was resolved. To be honest, I still get anxious whenever I encounter a problem I’ve never seen before, but it’s a bit more manageable nowadays (relatively).

My day job involves understanding how various businesses perform but as an outsider, I never really had a good grasp of what happens day-to-day because all I get to see are some finalized reports at the end of the year. It’s a bit like watching a recipe tutorial on 2x speed without actually doing any of the cooking. I knew - theoretically - how things should work but it was only when I got involved in this group order that I started to understand what it was really like being in the kitchen. In addition to resolving issues, there’s daily tasks to stay on top of, like tracking which orders have shipped and which have been consolidated, checking in with the shipping agent on packages in transit, checking for updates from sellers, checking store availability for limited items etc. etc. And when stuff arrives at my place, there’s items to sort, boxes to pack, labels to make and shipments to follow-up on as well.

There’s honestly so much involved just to keep things running smoothly and the work is far different than what I’d expect in theory. In theory, all you have to do is prep the ingredients, cook them and then make everything look all pretty on a plate. In practice, sometimes you run out of basic stuff like salt, sometimes the food ends up burnt and sometimes you accidentally knock over the plate and have to start from scratch - and you just gotta deal with it. As someone who’s only ever been exposed to the ‘after’ side of a process i.e. tasting that picture-perfect dish at the end, the change has been refreshing (and at times frustrating). And while cleaning up messes isn’t always fun, there’s definitely a sense of satisfaction when things do work out and knowing that you had a hand in making it happen.

I definitely fall under the Chinese/Asian stereotype of having had to learn a musical instrument as a kid. For me, it was the piano - which I genuinely came to love - and most of my adolescence was spent practicing away, playing the same pieces over and over again until it was ready for some exam or competition or other. I’m pretty sure this was the main cause of my perfectionist tendencies and it’s actually been handy for my day job, given the high standards and attention to detail needed to meet said standards. While perfectionism may have helped with staying organized for this GO, I think an important lesson that I’ve learned is that getting something perfect isn’t always feasible in the real world, especially when there are so many factors that I can’t actually control.

Failure - the opposite of perfection in my mind - was something I took very personally. I would often blame myself for not being able to avoid it - after all, when my fingers fumbled during a performance, it was my own fault for not practicing the piece enough and letting the nerves get to me. Failure was something I dreaded, which resulted in me putting a lot of pressure on myself to get everything perfect on the first try. Whenever I did encounter failure, a part of me would freeze up and it was always hard to stop myself from looping my own shortcomings in my head. But after dealing with so many issues for the GO, I think my mindset has changed a little - while I still get upset, I spend a little less time despairing and am quicker to start looking for a solution. I think I’ve also come to accept that the world isn’t my piano and I can’t will things into perfection with enough practice. In fact, the world will only pose an endless number of problems, but instead of getting stuck in the ‘why couldn’t these problems be avoided’, I’ve tried to shift more to a ‘how can I fix the problem at hand’ approach, and it’s actually been a pretty welcome change in my mentality.

For most of my fandom existence, I’ve spent 99% of the time on priv, emoting about whatever new fandom pit I fell into. I've mainly kept to myself because being known is a Mortifying ordeal and there wasn't much I could bring to the table anyway. However, the number of followers for this GO has hit numbers that are pretty shocking to me, and thinking about how many people might be seeing my posts is still kind of nerve-wracking. I've spent most of my virtual presence chilling under a rock so hanging out on public is still jarring to me.

Even as a lurker, I’ve seen the influence - both positive and negative - that accounts with large followings have had on fandom spaces. While I still don’t think anything I’ve got to say is all that earth-shattering (because I’m the same boring old potato as I was before), I’ve been more conscientious of the influence that I might have and it’s pushed me to think more about what I could do to make a difference. The November charity auction was my first attempt at making a positive impact and truth be told, I didn’t think it would get much traction. However, it far exceeded my expectations and I was very humbled and moved by everyone’s generosity. The Novel Club was another attempt at creating positive change - it was clear that there were barriers preventing fans from legally supporting the webnovels and I kept trying to figure out what I could do to help out. While I’m personally not behind the recent #SupportAuthors initiative, I’m so happy to see it take off and with every new Novel Club order, it gives me hope that this shift in fandom is here to stay.

These extra projects do take a lot of time though and unfortunately I haven’t been able to do more because there’s always so much work involved just to keep this GO going (pun intended). However, they’ve definitely made me realize how much good can be found in fandom and that the toxicity and drama that can sometimes spread like wildfire isn’t the only side to fandom, even if it may sometimes be the most visible. While I don’t think my projects have created change on a monumental scale, it’s so much more than what an under-the-rock lurker like me could have imagined a year ago and it’s been really inspiring.

I think I’ve joked before about how managing this GO has become a full-time job and the hours that I’ve put into it probably do add up to a full-time job by now. I’m used to working a lot of overtime anyway but it’s gotten to the point where I clock in to work on GO stuff the minute I clock out of IRL work and just...keep working until it’s time for bed. Weekends tend to be even busier than weekdays because I use them to catch up on all the GO tasks I couldn’t get to during the week, so there's not much time left for anything else these days.

This isn’t meant to be a complaint, but I’ve definitely had to push myself a lot just to finish everything on my GO to-do list, and there were many moments when it felt overwhelming. Because of how much responsibility is involved, I can’t help but worry about the GO constantly and it’s actually gotten pretty hard to take a step back and de-stress. My body has also developed the terrible habit of waking up in the middle of the night (which is the middle of the day in China) and I end up checking my phone and spending 30-40 minutes dealing with pressing issues, before falling back asleep.

Again, I’m not begrudging the amount of work involved nor am I trying to gain sympathy - I do this willingly and lots of people out there have to work much harder in roles they don’t enjoy. But I just wanted to be honest and the truth is, it’s been a really...exhausting year. While I’m fortunate in that I’m the type of person whose selective memory tends to forget the bad stuff and remember only the good stuff, it’s undeniable that running this GO has impacted my mental and physical health in ways that probably aren’t sustainable.

It’s still manageable at the moment though so we’re not quite near the end yet! But just to give you heads up, there will, eventually, be an end and I think I’ve mentioned before that this wasn’t meant to be a long-term thing anyway. I’ll stick around as long as I’m able to and will of course finish managing all existing orders before closing this GO, but at the end of the day, this was never my primary job and with pandemic restrictions lifting, there’s so many other things I’d like to learn about and explore.

Finally, I definitely don’t say this enough but thank you all so, so much for making this GO possible and for giving me the opportunity to learn so much over the past year. I know I’ve made mistakes along the way and many of you have had to adjust to a long list of changes, but thank you for your patience and understanding through it all. Thanks as well for the kind messages you’ve sent my way - I may not always have time to respond in detail but every message has lifted my spirits and I’m always grateful for the support. July will probably be another busy month given the number of packages that are expected to arrive but I definitely want to host some sort of thank you giveaway and will also try to sort through my own collection to see if another charity auction might be doable.

If you’ve read this far, thanks for sitting through this very long, very self-indulgent ramble. Hope you enjoy the long weekend and take care~

Mel

#for once there won't be an essay in the tags bc the essay's all up there in the main post lol #tldr i've learned so much from managing this GO and thank you guys for giving me the opportunity to do so <3

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chim-chimchii · 3 years

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Encaptured (Jungkook)

Genre: Fluff

Note: A little fuckboy Jungkook for you all! I’m currently working on a social media au and I might just post the profiles so I can give you guys a sneak peek and to also motivate myself to work on it more! Let me know what you guys think! I also didn’t know how to end this so I apologize if it’s a crappy ending.

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On Thursdays, the literary class met in the college library, and that was when Jungkook always had you look over his essays. Not only did he use that time to get his papers edited, but he also took this time to prod you about your weekend plans.

"So, are you going to accept my offer to take you to the movies this weekend?" Jungkook asked, resting his chin on his palm.

You glanced up from his essay. "Hm, not this week. I think I'm all booked." With a smirk directed towards him, you continued marking his paper.

"You said that last week." He mumbled with a playful pout.

"And last week, when I rejected you, you ended up taking that girl from your math class." You stated with a challenging stare.

Tongue in cheek, Jungkook chuckled, "Well, I couldn't let those tickets go to waste! I thought for sure you would have agreed." He continued trying to justify his playboy ways.

You scoffed and slid his paper over to him; red pen marks were scattered all over it. You thought that the edits you made to his essay would distract him from the current topic, but he pushed the assignment to the side.

"Y/n, when will you let me take you on a date?" Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly and smiled sweetly.

Your heart rate increased. His whole appearance changed with that one smile, and it was hard for you to hide the fact that it made you feel some way. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, and if it didn't work out, then he would finally stop bugging you.

"Okay." You finally answered after thinking it through. That one word took Jungkook by surprise.

"Okay? Are you saying, yes?"

Without making eye contact, you nodded and closed your notebook with a gentle smile.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Jungkook bit his lip to hide his smile and watched you leave the library.

. . . .

The sun was setting, and seven o clock was right around the corner. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror that hung by the door and nodded in approval of your outfit. You tried to remember the last time you got all dressed up for a date, and as you tried to place a moment, there was a knock at the door.

As you reached for the door, you hesitated. What if this was a one-time thing? What if he never spoke to you after tonight? Just because you turned his offers for a date down multiple times, it wasn't as if you didn't like Jungkook. You appreciated his presence in your boring literary class; you appreciated his jokes and stories. What if all he wanted was to add you to the list of girls he won over with his charms?

Your thoughts were interrupted again by a knock, but this time it was a lot softer. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Whatever his intentions were, you decided to accept this date, so you had to deal with the consequences.

Jungkook stood in the doorway with his hands buried in his pockets. His head was hung low as if he was half expecting you not to answer, but when you opened the door wider, he looked up.

You forgot to breathe upon seeing him. Instead of the cliche leather jacket he always wore, he wore a grey flannel over a white shirt. It wasn't THAT different from what he always wore but seeing him wear light-colored clothing suits him well. His demeanor was different, as well. A timid smile replaced the cocky smirk he always had on his face.

"Are you ready?" His voice came out lighter than usual; it took you a moment to remember this was Jungkook and not someone else.

"Yeah, let me just grab my bad." You left him by the door as you dashed back to your room to grab your purse.

. . . .

It was the little things that Jungkook did that made you weak in the knees. As the two of you walked to the theater, Jungkook rested his hand on the small of your back. He maneuvered you to the other side of him; it wasn't until his warmth left that you realized he was making sure you were closest to the buildings and away from the busy street.

Your eyes fixated on him, and it felt like the world was in slow motion, and you saw Junkook in a new light. You wanted nothing more, but to have this moment last forever. Forever didn't come because he glanced at you with that beautiful smile of his.

"Would you be upset if I told you I don't want to go to the movies anymore?"

The world resumed at its original speed, and your excitement disappeared.

"Oh? Did you want to take a rain check or something?" You tried not to sound too disappointed.

"No, no. I just don't think I can handle sitting next to you for two and a half hours and not talk to you."

You sighed in relief, which made Jungkook chuckle.

"I don't know what you've been told or what you heard about me, but I'm not cruel.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. "I don't know, I've heard some pretty interesting things about you, Jungkook."

You gave him one last teasing look before walking ahead of him. Jungkook tsked before jogging to catch up to you.

"So, are you going to tell me what you heard so I can prove those accusations wrong?"

Together you waded through the crowded street, careful not to lost one another. If he took your hand, would you pull away or let him have that small victory?

"You haven't said what we're going to do now that we're not going to the movies."

His hand grazed yours. "You're changing the topic."

Seconds later, his hand rested on your shoulder to guide you towards the entrance of an arcade. It was full of other couples, groups of friends, and people wanting to have fun. The atmosphere brought a smile to your face. You didn't even realize Jungkook had left until he returned with a bag full of tokens.

"I'll let you choose the first game."

Dramatically, you rested your hand on your heart. "What a gentleman."

Jungkook threw his head back in defeat. "Whoever told you that I wasn't a gentleman needs to stop feeding you lies."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you don't really have the best reputation." You explained as you made your way over to the basketball game.

You glanced back at him to make sure he was following and found him chewing on his lip. Your statement bothered him. The two of you exchanged no other words until he was standing next to you.

"Is that why you always rejected me?" His eyes locked with yours, and you didn't dare look away.

Rather than lying, you nodded. "Yeah."

Jungkook was the one to break eye contact; it was clear he was upset. He fished for a token and inserted it into the machine to start the game.

As you watched him, you inhaled deeply and thought about everything. You didn't want to be the reason the date ended in ruins. You were honest about why you declined his offers, but now that you were here with him, you kept thinking how different things could have been if you had just agreed to date him the first time he asked.

Without thinking further, when Jungkook reached for another ball, you took it from him and aimed for the moving hoop.

"You can't blame me for being scared."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he watched you throw the ball straight into the hoop. Another ball rolled towards you, but Jungkook grabbed it before you could.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was blaming myself." He missed the hoop and ticked his head to the side, slightly annoyed that he didn't score, but as the game ended, he had one of the highest scores.

Together you moved in the direction of another game.

"Why are you blaming yourself?"

He didn't say anything, and you were afraid he didn't hear you due to the increasing volume of everyone around you.

"Because I got careless with relationships and dating, and now that I want something serious, my reputation is ruining my chances.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "It's your turn to pick a game."

You weren't ignoring what he had said; you just wanted to think about it for a moment longer.

The two of you wandered around the arcade and tried not to lose each other with the growing amount of people entering the building. Jungkook stopped in front of a photo booth and let out a small laugh.

"It isn't a game, but it seems like this is the only thing unoccupied."

"I think it'll be fun!" You linked his arm with yours and entered the small booth.

Jungkook sat silently next to you as you messed around with the photo settings. As you sat back, your shoulder brushed against his, and it made it obvious how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but think back to his previous comment about wanting to be in a serious relationship. Did he mean that he wanted to try and be in a serious relationship with you? You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. The truth was, you had liked him all along, but you let the rumors about him cloud your judgment of his character.

The beeping of the timer caused you to snap out of your thoughts.

"Are you ready?" You glanced over at Jungkook, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you. The flash went off, signaling that the first picture was taken. Then the timer reset.

"Your chances aren't completely ruined, by the way."

The two of you looked away and to the camera, where you opted for a funny face. The camera went off.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned to you again.

"If you were this version of yourself all the time, you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a serious relationship, and any girl would be happy to be with you."

You stuck your tongue out at him as the camera snapped another picture.

"I don't want just any girl though--" He faced forward and held up a peace sign. "--I want you."

Your expression changed in an instant, and it was captured as the shutter sounded. "Jungkook."

He hesitated but looked your way as the last seconds of the timer counted down. You took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment captured forever as the final flash of the camera washed over the two of you.

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