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baekhvuns · 10 months

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Hellaaaaaauuuur, I'm in Taiwan, but I'm going home soon :/

So CBX, I'm glad they won, but I'm also confused about the whole thing, it's awkward af to be working with people you sued ajgghshgajaasgsdgsd also I wouldn't trust SM, but I hope everything improves and works out well. Baek said to trust him, so there's nothing we can say since we don't know all the details

Omfg, have you seen Shinee in Thom Browne, I can't believe Minho and Jinki are the ones serving skirts??? makes me even sadder Jinki won't be promoting. But heeeeey Shinee variety shows!!!

Baek ILY you came with a whole ass Powerpoint presentation on Ateez's lack of good photos <3333 I feel like I'm nitpicking sometimes, but I genuinely care about the pictures especially if I'm buying albums. I bought so many from artists I don't stan because of the photobooks. TXT for example, I bought two of their albums before I even got into them, because WOW same with NCT. And they don't even need to try that hard, like I said before: some of the pics members post on SNS are much better, wtf??? Very true on the settings + clothes combo, sometimes the colours are so off it makes the photos look even more lacklustre... they rely on members' looks, but they still edit them to the point of the boys looking strange :( Like https://twitter.com/shinestarnation/status/1669978356861874176?t=MOHn2peZLBCxzCiWmfTMAA&s=19 and https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1669972664046469123?t=6JuN7g_tRmtkZ2jJofzqLA&s=19 - he looks hot, but come on. This https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1670647944469696512?t=7ewg9ktCAqqyvfKprFNCBg&s=19 is better, and the lil ponytail is cool, but again it's because HWA IS A MODEL

Now onto the album, yeah it's like Movement and I feel the same about it, except Outlaw doesn't have Cyberpunk <3 each song has cool parts, but they blend together too much. Can't even tell which one is my fave honestly, I still cannot distinguish all of them based on the verses. I haven't listened to the album a ton, because I didn't have time also the album is kinda an assualt on my senses 😭. Coming from me - noise music lover, lmao. Bouncy grew on me, it's catchy, I'd rather if Ateez gave me something else, but it's the only track that's different

Bestie my bff/flatmate met Yuta in Paris and hopefully she meets TY too, but FUCK PARIS!!! This video lowkey reminds me of our meeting, so fucking random https://twitter.com/yutpeu/status/1670738437585108993?s=20

Anyways, you're right Yuta is a great actor, the difference between that movie he did and his current drama is soooooo 😂😂😂 and the fact so many people don't know his voice and claim he can't sing, but he can do this https://youtube.com/shorts/YcuQlxS3hjA?feature=share4 !? 127 has a lot of singers and not enough singing lines, their line up never made sense to me. Like Jaehyun is a good singer with nice vocal tone, not a fucking rapper, STOP IT. I think they'd benefit from having another proper rapper instead of so many vocalists. 2 Baddies is questionable, but Yuta's "fill up the tank pour gasoline on me rah"??? Okay rockstar!

Speaking of Jamal Jeong, this https://twitter.com/jaehyunpetals/status/1669874106874073088?s=20 video is so fucking funny I've been laughing at it for days and not Troye pulling him also?! Have you seen the vid where Troye tells him he was born in South Africa and Jaehyun literally has his "if you're from Africa then why are you white" moment, I CANNOT

Hoooooold ooooon the challenges, first Taeyong x Felix, now Taeyong with Woo and Yunho. The universe knew I'd die if it was Hwa, lol

Can we talk about Hwa's room??? He did not dissapoint me, the only one so far who has a room with some personality, not just b&w hotel look (soz WooSan) or a literal man cave (Yunho). His room is gamer nerd aesthetic x high fashion girlie DID YOU SEE THE YSL STUFF???? ANTHONY VACARELLO WHERE IS HIS SHOW INVITE THEN. The Folklore vinyl made me laugh, I won't comment, but it's a crime his room is so small :///

BODYGUARD ANNIVERSARY SOON WTF?!?!

And wdym HWA AND SAN WENT TO DINNER WITH KAI AND WE WEREN'T THERE

Wow, I'm so normal... https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1670391008151109632?s=20

He is so great and amazing and spectacular https://twitter.com/shinestarnation/status/1670014890969292804?s=20 - DV 💖

hello!!

Hellaaaaaauuuur, I'm in Taiwan, but I'm going home soon :/ /// So CBX, I'm glad they won, but I'm also confused about the whole thing, it's awkward af to be working with people you sued ajgghshgajaasgsdgsd also I wouldn't trust SM, but I hope everything improves and works out well. Baek said to trust him, so there's nothing we can say since we don't know all the details

HELLOOOO LMFAOOO BACK TO BRITAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i think this is like the first time sm backed off??? no bc some ppl are not able to read,,, im vv glad they have an agreement and now will change things on their contracts, not only theirs but potentially everyone at sm will now have a chance to change those contract terms now,,, cbx really became sm’s character development??? im also hoping they weren’t threatened into this,, but as long as baekhyun says it’s fine then it must be, he’s the lawyer i just hope he isn’t be scrutinized and singled out 😭😭😭 AT LEAST WE ARE GETTING THE COME BACK??? ALL THE PRODUCERS ARE SO EXCITED AND ITS MAKING ME SCREAM BC ANON THIS????

do u hear this (put the volume up rly loud) that baekhyun siren call oMG???? ANON ALL THE BEST OLD SM PRODUCERS ARE COMING BACK??? THAT SIREN CALL??? the way im gonna buy this album the minute they drop the photos omg anon u will not hear the end of me talking about their voices ALL THE SM HIT MAKERS BMWDJWK

Omfg, have you seen Shinee in Thom Browne, I can't believe Minho and Jinki are the ones serving skirts??? makes me even sadder Jinki won't be promoting. But heeeeey Shinee variety shows!!!

 I DID AND IM SO PUMPED??) THE STYLING AND THE TEASER PHOTOS?? TAEMIN BACK TO SKUNK HAIR AND HIS FRECKLES??? OH LORD SM BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THAT ART,,, see it’s so simple but the depth?? the filter?? wowzie BUT YES SHINEE SHOWS!!! im also quite upset about that but i hope kibum does a ending fairy w onew’s face in it 🤲🏻🤲🏻

NO BC I WAS SO FURIOUS I WANT BETTER PHOTOS 😭😭😭😭 right! like it really matters when a photobook is very pretty,, sometimes i don’t even like the songs but the photobook? im buying it. it’s like a magazine collection for me fbenjck nct’s resonance album was the definition of simple but it was so pretty to look at?? a whole magazine style,,, THE NCT SEOUL CITY ONE IS JUST TO BEAUTIFUL !!!! no bc they really do post better on social media,,, petition for booba to do their actual album’s photo books !! ur right, the clothes are like the same colour as the bland background which just fades them out plus the extra photoshop on their lips that DISAPPEAR???? idk if u saw but i was looking thru the deja vu san photos,,, i think they made his nose longer? i think it may just’ve been me but when i first saw it it’s all i could think off,, those photos with the wire have sO much potential like PUT SOME FILTERS LETS NOT MAKE IT BLAND, USE CYBER CORE LIKE ITS THE PERFECT TIME??? like zoom into some random part of their face,, like just show us art 😭😭

honestly that orange ones are so pretty, i wish they did something like that!! i made a another one that i wish was the aesthetic / theme for this comeback,,, cyber core ateez pls 😭😭

each song does have some pretty good parts,, i also cannot distinguish between them.. they seem very cohesive to each other in a sense if u finish one song u don’t even know u finished it bc the next one correlates to the one u just finished,, ASSAULT TO MY SENSES FBWMDBWMBDWKBDKWHDWKHDKWJDKW LMFAOOOO bouncy grew on me too bc i be doing that dance challenge every second <3

FUCK????? ARE U ALL HAVING A YUTA MEET UP WITHOUT ME???? FUCK ???? WHEN IS JT MY FUCKING TURN FBWKFHWKJDKS STOP U LIVED A WHOLE KDRAMA 😭😭😭

RIGHT!! the movie it fit him so well, like his sharp features just make it even better ??? sm get him into movies??? NOOO LITERALLY LIKE ME TOO I FORGOT HOW HE EVEN SOUNDS LIKE BC THEY DONT EVEN GIVE HIM LINES,,, that’s the problem w nct like u guys have some of the best vocalists in the industry but the songs are too small or the lines are just not being given fbwndbsn RIGHT HE IS HE IS !!! HE SINGS SOOOO PRETTILY PLS LEAVE THE RAPPER TO MARK 😭😭😭 the rAH GOT ME FBANBDKS

JAMAL 😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO I LOVE KPOP LIKE THIS FBEKFBKW saw a twt that said “how u whiter than a white guy” I SCREAMED FHWKFHWKDHWK

Hoooooold ooooon the challenges, first Taeyong x Felix, now Taeyong with Woo and Yunho. The universe knew I'd die if it was Hwa, lol /// Can we talk about Hwa's room??? He did not dissapoint me, the only one so far who has a room with some personality, not just b&w hotel look (soz WooSan) or a literal man cave (Yunho). His room is gamer nerd aesthetic x high fashion girlie DID YOU SEE THE YSL STUFF???? ANTHONY VACARELLO WHERE IS HIS SHOW INVITE THEN. The Folklore vinyl made me laugh, I won't comment, but it's a crime his room is so small :///

THESE CHALLENGES ATE !!!!! THE TAEYONG ONE FHWKHDKW SCREAMED we could’ve had a kai x hwa x san…..

HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT AT ALL HES SO COMMITTED TO THAT CLEAN GIRL GAMER FBWKDHSK I SAW THE YSL STUFF HE’S ALSO MANIFESTING IT AND SO ARE WE !!!! he’s a swiftie….oh he will go when she comes to sk

san is me in hwa’s room

BODYGUARD ANNIVERSARY SOON WTF?!?! //// And wdym HWA AND SAN WENT TO DINNER WITH KAI AND WE WEREN'T THERE

DONT REMIND ME I WILL DROP THE TEASER THIS WEEK AFTER MY MIDTERMS 🫡🫡 FBWMDBWMDBKW AND WE WERENT THERE??? HOW DARE THEM?? no bc what would they talk about like kai would not speak a word if not spoken too 😭😭😭 these introverts pls LIKE???

Wow, I'm so normal... https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1670391008151109632?s=20 /// He is so great and amazing and spectacular https://twitter.com/shinestarnation/status/1670014890969292804?s=20 - DV 💖

wow. i just did not let out a shrill.

AANDDD??? THIS LINKUP???

and this titanic thing??? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND omf they must be mf terrified to be in their, in the dark alone in the water so deep like 😭😭 & like i did not know titanic was that close to canada like damn??? the submarine may have been imploded or flooded?? but they heard knocks from the ocean,,, like omg i hope they find them bc the oxygen is running out,, 40 hours of life support left i desperately hope they find them bc they 19yo kid in it got a whole life ahead omg 😭😭😭 ppl on twt saying titanic still taking lives 😭😭 i hope w some miracle they’re all alive ,,,, imagine them rn in that ocean thinking while we all just sit in our rooms seeing this,, it’s so unsettling my fear of the ocean skyrocketing <33

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😧😧 LMFAOOO

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Janis & Casey Pt.2

Casey: [probably a good time for you to show up actually, obvs with your balloons like in the OG but also because I can go in more cos we’re more in love, loads of magazines for the model bants, I like to think including one or two you’re in gal if you really wanna be that bitch and show off lol but also a bit of old school pornography for those bants, including nuns ofc hence that lil spoiler, and we are not leaving the bub out, whatever toy there is would be really cute even if it’s not actually HUGE like he was playing it would be and I have to insist there’s something for her to put on like a little hat how newborns do or whatever that matches the colour of whatever top he’s wearing for those twinning and matching bants cos he made that joke before too]

Janis: [when we’re going to be so dramatically overwhelmed because we are actually being made to feel like shit here, however inadvertently like so we’re going to have to hug you for ages so you can’t see our face, also just ‘cos]

Casey: [just the longest and not at all platonic hug, excuse us everyone, then looking her over SO intensely how they do, checking and doing the same to this bub even though we do believe what she said about you both being okay actually, can’t help it soz not soz, but then finally you can give her all the things and take the cuteness from the OG of when you pretended you were gonna tie a balloon around this bub’s foot and float her out but add all of you to it this time, like let’s leave gals, cos you can tell she hates it, so as if you’re gonna tie one around her wrist so you can do a lil handhold moment, keeping busy lowkey being a nerd and not looking at her cos we’re not gonna force that rn asap]

Janis: [we will put this hat on this baby like now she’s ready to go, hope no one is gonna have a go about that ‘cos y’all are on thin ice lmao, soz this boy is the only person not making us feel terrible rn, not hard to see why this happens; but for now, when we have some composure, obviously checking you over in the same manner, smiling because you are a massive nerd ‘can’t believe you’re here’ squeezing his hand like we’re checking that too]

Casey: [she is literally also the only person not making him feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet, like okay, y’all are not wrong being upset but also please calm down lol, simply gotta also steal from the OG him stroking the soft bub hair fluff before and as she’s putting this hat on cos it’s too cute not to and the love is real ‘took ages’ in every sense because you two did hardcore cockblock yourselves + having a baby is long + hospitals are like mazes, SUCH a genuine smile back ‘but yeah’ FINALLY making eye contact with this gal ‘hey’]

Janis: [obviously going to mess with your hair like we’re trying to match styles here ‘they didn’t have one in your size?’ like lol not with your giant head but we’re straightening your collar like we absolutely do not need to because as obviously, meeting your eyes with all the pent up emotion here ‘hey’]

Casey: [‘nor yours’ and playing with her hair like he absolutely does not need to cos he really does need to in this moment honestly, ALL the softness and lingering physical contact possible thank you, just continuing to do that while looking at you not at all casually]

Janis: [‘we’d look like overgrown gnomes’ ‘cos baby’s hats are always so silly soz baby Jac, sure you look cute hun, just shaking our head amused so we can rest ourself in the palm of your hands so casual mhmm ‘good flight?’ to highlight how uncasual how we’re looking at each other rn is]

Casey: [not moving or breaking this eye contact AT ALL, it’s fine ‘quicker on the way home’ cos always a thing but also we’re saying we were excited af to see you and actually looking forward to it not like the sad af energy of his flight there, doing a kiss on the top of her head/ her hair how he likes to do, so soft, like that’s so casual and friendly nbd]

Janis: [‘not quick enough’ like nothing could be because you should never be that far from me, but still just said like we’re having a little chat here nothing more, not like we’re casually leaning into you more and more here ‘they said it was pretty quick, for a first kid’ ‘cos I don’t see it actually being one of those insanely long labours, just felt like it hence we’re scoffing like don’t believe you ladies]

Casey: [‘gave me time to think’ again said like it’s so chill and casual and not layered with meaning about how serious we are and how much we love and wanna be with you lol lol ‘which she never gave you’ moving slightly so you can poke this bub ridiculously gently like oi but staying THE CLOSEST obvs]

Janis: [the lol noise like I KNOW ‘cos meant to be 3 weeks 5 days instead you got just the 5 days but we all knew what was gonna happen here anyway lads ‘she’s shameless’ like alright attention seeker, you got what you wanted ‘only wants the accent off you, like’]

Casey: [10000% taking and holding this bub like I know this is the attention you really want bestie, and running though the list of baby names you’ve thought of again like you did in the OG cos in this one you said you would while you were waiting and we can pretend it’s only cos you wanna hear them in your accent to see if it’s a yeah or a no lol, really giving it full manchester for the effect, like come on then, gotta throw in some bants ones too though, can’t resist]

Janis: [going to automatically correct how you’re holding this bub how you have to as the parent but obviously you know how so we just hold our hands up like stand corrected boy, just loling at your accent and these names ‘alright, Liam’ like steady on, she don’t need to go that hard with it ‘just call her our kid anyway’ like she doesn’t even need a name because lord knows we haven’t been thinking about it]

Casey: [scoffing at her SO hard in such an OTT bants way with sound and a look at this bub like what is your mother like ‘she ain’t my sister’ cos it’s only for siblings how dare you, you fake fan]

Janis: [waving our hand like oh you carry on then, I plan to be 0 help in this process and picking up the most blatant porno mag to flick through for the absolute bants]

Casey: [doing the thing people do where they flick the front of a book you’re reading if it’s upright purely to be annoying but probably have to with his foot cos his hands are busy cradling this bub so it’s even more of a ! thing and annoying as a result lol, and of course I’m bringing back the whole trying to get her to say daddy despite being a literal newborn bants cos while your mother is preoccupied is the perfect time haha, acting like you don’t want her to hear this but doing it loudly enough that everyone on this ward can ofc]

Janis: [putting it down so dramatically and sighing like a dad who’s trying to read the paper but of course, we’re just pissing about as always, so when we fold our arms like did I just hear that correctly, we can’t help being 😏 at the same time]

Casey: [😏 af as always, playfully and blatantly nudging her with his foot again cos gotta]

Janis: [just nudging you right back, casual footsie happening ‘were you expecting a response?’ so clear we mean from either of us so casual, look away gals]

Casey: [not soz, we love to see it ‘shameless, you said’ just LOOKING at her in such a shameless way ourself rn]

Janis: [‘if she takes after me’ LOOKING like you know I am]

Casey: [‘or me’ cos hard same]

Janis: [‘could do’ like you’re saying you’re the dad so yep]

Casey: [holding this bub up to make the comparison like does she everyone, these poor ladies ‘what do we reckon?’ as if we’re about to do an actual poll, but then back just at this baby more seriously like ‘could you be my daughter or what?’ cos we all know what we’re saying here]

Janis: [literally biting our tongue here because can’t say what we’re thinking which is that so far you’ve shown way more interest than Jimothy because no one is ready to hear that or deal with it]

Casey: [‘look like your mum anyway’ like ugh so unfair I have to lose that poll but she do and it’s feelsy and a compliment]

Janis: [‘yeah’ ‘cos she do, even if that’s a headfuck because not used to it remotely yet ofc ‘can thank you for her skin tone’ like Ian will be thrilled lol, stroking this baby’s cheek]

Casey: [‘good job I weren’t after paternity leave’ cos unemployed together bants, like ugh baby Jac so offended you don’t look like me hardcore rn but stroking her other cheek at the literal same time cos you two are just in sync like that ‘and that I’ve already banned any dickhead lads from ever hanging about making you blush’ makes me DIE that you are gay in the future gal it truly does]

Janis: [‘she’ll pay you well’ like it’s all coming from this gal’s non-existent pockets, stopping and resting our finger on her cheek ‘I wish-’ but not letting you finish that sentence even though Jimmy is not here because I know you feel it but it is mean and nope, just shake your head and join in these bants like you didn’t just blurt that out ‘show you how to deal with dickhead lads’ like I got you, babe]

Casey: [doing the action of turning out her non existent pockets and shooting the bae a look like um we’ve got a problem here cos cute nerd, but then she blurts out what she does so you gotta shake your head when she shakes hers like nope cos you feel it too and that’s a lot to be trying to deal with rn on top of your feelings for her mother ‘don’t forget how to drop the elbow and you’ll be sorted’ cos we all remember when she was freakishly popping out and beboping]

Janis: [tap this baby girl really gently on her forehead with one finger like omg, forgetful hoe, left your purse at home ‘put it on her tab’ looking around at all the stuff he brought for them like that too if you like, can smile at this memory as if it was forever ago ‘cos feels it at this point ‘she’s got it figured out, I reckon’ our work here is done]

Casey: [‘write your account number down for us’ taking her hand like he’s gonna either give her a pen or mime a fake pen like before you forget that as well gal, but then he’s just lowkey holding her tiny baby hand and doing an intake of breath involuntarily at how small it is like oh]

Janis: [just watching him have this moment for the first time because you’ve had time to have it already of course so you can fully just notice exactly how he reacts ‘fucking insane that one day that hand will be this big’ and holding up ours for comparison because how do we do it honestly]

Casey: [just doing a size comparison with his and this bub and then hers and his cos he’s in his emotions rn and also it’s just another way to touch and you want all the ways rn ‘mad’ with all the feeling ever like yep we’re in awe that you have made a person]

Janis: [just lacing our fingers through yours ‘maybe not that big’ like she is a girl, don’t wish that on her lol but now we’re just holding your other hand so then we hold baby Jac’s other hand too, casual seance vibes accidentally sorry we’re in our emotions]

Casey: [a little lol cos yeah that would be rude to you, giant hands curse, just having a moment here all together without a care in the world for or about the fact this isn’t your child or wife ‘she’s so’ cos what are words atm truly]

Janis: [nod because truly truly huns, we have none ‘I’ll protect her’ from what or who exactly we aren’t specifying but making this promise so seriously to you right now like you know I’m not gonna be a shit mum, don’t you]

Casey: [‘I know you will’ cos we do and we do think you’re gonna be great, no bullshit or hype for hype’s sake ‘and you know I will both of you an’ all’ cos literally he could not be in this any deeper or be more serious about that at this point]

Janis: [take our other hand from this bub and put it on top of yours that’s holding hers still because we know you will and we need this ‘we’ll always be there for you’]

Casey: [‘I’ll always love you’ cos he shall and fight me anyone who is listening in ‘and her’ cos also true]

Janis: [gonna say that we hospital kiss you first ‘cos makes the most sense right now sorry, can also say our ‘me too’ more quietly ‘cos proximity as if you didn’t just kiss him on the mouth however briefly]

Casey: [yay, so glad for the return of that kiss, it’s so important, oh y’all would need even more self control not to turn it into a full one this time, RIP, at least you can still do the gentle but hot af pushing her back against the pillows, boy, because forever a mood and a moment and you do still very much need that tiny amount of distance to be forced and do your speechless ‘I-’ that I love so much]

Janis: [‘yeah’ because always agreeing to and agreeing with things when we don’t even 100% know what was gonna be said ‘cos we know we would anyway, the way you can make TOO MUCH eye contact from further apart so we’re just doing that now]

Casey: [maintaining it as always, but having to bite his lip so he doesn’t make a sound because it’s tortuous everything we wanna say and do rn and cannot]

Janis: [it so is and we’re just ‘fuck’s sake’ ing at the universe as if we have anyone to blame but ourselves, really but we’re more bemused than like FUMING because still so good to have you here despite the blatant frustration]

Casey: [‘yeah’ cos we know what we’re agreeing to and we agree 1000% but we’re also very much in the same mood, which is why we’re getting closer to you again even though we should not, just doing that fully getting into bed next to you vibe, like budge up, cos the eye contact will kill y’all if he doesn’t switch the positions up lol]

Janis: [so happily obliging, never mind the fact that the nurses will be fuming because all the more reason we don’t even need frankly ‘hey’ again as if he’s been anywhere just because you weren’t literally this close to each other]

Casey: [just fussing with her pillow and the blankets etc making sure her and this baby are comfortable as possible like such a dad ‘how are you?’ with the same energy as the hey obvs ‘would’ve brought you grapes but all that healthy bollocks were doing your head in last I heard’ cos the saucy connotations of feeding you things especially the decadent goddess vibes there but also grapes are such a hospital cliche so everybody can mind their business]

Janis: [we know you’re giving 😍 can’t help it, trying to tuck you in with us like no how are YOU ‘might’ve made an exception’ because obviously we’re both on the same page about this here ‘think they’re banned as well’ because I’m sure you’re not meant to bring people grapes now which is dumb lol but all the more reason you two would ofc]

Casey: [I definitely think they are, like flowers which would make baby Jac fuming if she wasn’t a baby as it’s her entire brand ‘hang on, I’ll go get some’ meaning this 100000% seriously because he is that bitch, literally kissing this bub on the hat/hair/head as if he’s gonna go rn immediately]

Janis: [holding onto him so he can’t get off this bed like hold on a sec ‘where’s mine’ 🥺 only time it’s acceptable to be that bitch]

Casey: [kissing her on the forehead instead of the top of her head but purely so it can be more indecently than that suggests, we all know what I’m saying here gals, doing the most we can get away with on this day and in this hospital]

Janis: [the lowkey gasp we are doing when you do this ‘miss you’ before you’ve even remotely gone]

Casey: [the blatant effect that would have on the way he is breathing also, oh you two ‘do you want me to stay?’ like that’s not super obvious]

Janis: [‘only forever’ like you can maintain anything close to a casual tone now]

Casey: [‘alright then’ sounds super casual but we know his tone is likewise not at all]

Janis: [just pressing our forehead against yours like that isn’t the riskiest behaviour right now]

Casey: [allowing it and doing it back as if it isn’t, would like to point out he has not asked where Jimothy is, the boy could appear any second for all he knows and yet here we are, just running his thumb over his bottom lip how he always does]

Janis: [we must be out of visiting hours or something ‘cos like to think we would be like oh perhaps not at some point before now because this is too blatant to be explained away to anyone lol, just trying to kiss this thumb and smile at you]

Casey: [POV you’ve just had a baby and this is happening in the bed next to you, imagine, it makes me die, the noise he would simply have to make rn, quiet but so blatant, soz everyone]

Janis: [wouldn’t know where to look frankly, clearly none of you are hardcore karens making complaints because you already could honestly ‘Casey’ fully whispering but too much being unsaid making it the most of course]

Casey: [honestly, how out of it is everyone on this labour ward, you ladies are too chill about this, gotta whisper her name back as if that’s not dangerous too with how into it you two get]

Janis: [putting a finger to his lips to shh him despite being so into how our name sounds when you say it like that]

Casey: [trying to kiss her finger the way she did to us but a moment ago obviously]

Janis: [just giving you another finger to kiss one after the other, like that’s just a thing people do nbd]

Casey: [doing it as if you couldn’t get kicked out for this cos literally have forgotten there is anyone else here]

Janis: [taking these kisses and dotting them all over our own face/neck because likewise]

Casey: [maybe we should say he does get kicked out of here, not saying you have to leave the hospital entirely, can still have that chapel moment later, I doubt they’re going to the lengths of escorting you fully out, it’d just be like sir please you’re doing the other patients heads in lol]

Janis: [that makes sense just a like get off the bed and take a walk honey kinda energy]

Casey: [yeah cos he probably is kissing her neck or about to be, so they can be like that’s quite enough thank you]

Janis: can you go kick something for the both of us

Casey: *Someone’s head in

Casey: yeah, will do

Janis: right place for it anyway

Janis: dunno who they reckon they are, don’t get paid enough to act like that

Casey: so bothered about your blood pressure but they’ll take every chance to piss you off, makes loads of sense, that

Janis: probably got some tablet they’re flogging they wanna throw at me instead

Casey: fuck’s sake

Casey: I only just got here

Janis: I know

Janis: they’ll change shift in a bit, those ones will fuck off themselves

Casey: I’ll go for a smoke til they have, let me know, like

Janis: can tick that off your bucket list, at least

Casey: bit shit without you but least you’ll get the taste off me, better than nowt til we can get you out of here

Janis: I’m kissing you when you come back

Janis: how’d they think we all ended up here anyway

Casey: we’ll both be changing our minds about the convent if they don’t steady on

Janis: nuns have more fun, letdown, girls

Casey: chuffed I went top shelf for most of your magazines now, be bored to death, else

Casey: question is do half them lasses even need their stitches or are they too into the cockblock in this place

Janis: break from their bloke and their other kids

Janis: what I’m guessing, didn’t hear none of them complaining, anyway

Casey: Don’t be giving out my number to no lasses the state of that lot, however much ear ache you get for withholding it

Janis: you should know I’m not that sort of mate by now

Casey: I know what I’d have heard if I were listening to anybody but you, and no complaints is right

Janis: 😏

Janis: I weren’t complaining either

Casey: nah, you weren’t

Janis: you know you’d have loads to hear if we could

Casey: Can you not sneak out and meet me somewhere when they change shifts

Janis: and do what with her though

Casey: I dunno, ain’t there anything they have to do with her

Janis: I don’t really know either, might have to wait ‘til someone can stay with her

Casey: point of you having a husband if he’s not even here the once he’d be useful

Janis: I do have to tell him you’re here, I suppose

Casey: that’ll be a right laugh, you gonna tell him I’m staying or what

Janis: your house too, ‘course you’re staying

Casey: he does make it more and more piss easy for you to speak for him

Janis: it’ll be fine, promise

Casey: if he bothers looking after her for long enough you can come meet me, then it’ll be worth him driving over

Janis: I need to be with you

Janis: I’ve done more hours looking after her, it’s his turn for a bit

Casey: but I’m warning you now, we come back and she’s crying, or he’s not done fuck all proper, they are gonna wanna be chucking me out again

Janis: he remembers how it’s done too, like, can’t fault him that

Casey: he better

Janis: trust me, you don’t have to him

Janis: wouldn’t leave her otherwise, no matter how bad I might wanna

Casey: ‘course, yeah, sorry

Janis: s’alright, s’endearing, pretty hot

Casey: I just

Casey: meant everything I said

Janis: I know you do

Casey: but I know you did too, she’ll be alright and knowing that she is, it can be your turn for a bit

Janis: no sharing

Janis: just me and you

Casey: Alone

Casey: I’m gonna find a place for us to go if I have to do laps of this whole bloody hospital

Janis: it was too hard not to kiss you more

Casey: and not to touch you more

Janis: not touching myself is hard

Janis: can’t stop thinking about your lips on my fingers

Casey: What happens when you need a piss, can you not say you’re desperate and do it there

Janis: don’t even start on peeing, that’s a whole thing

Janis: but I ain’t one of the lazy cows with a catheter in so yeah, I could

Casey: it’s total bollocks if you can’t think about me either, already been deprived of every fucking thing else

Janis: no one can stop me thinking about you

Casey: don’t stop then

Janis: I haven’t, for a long time

Casey: How long

Janis: longer than I should admit to

Casey: that only means you’ve gotta admit it to me

Janis: non-stop since you got me all those morning sickness cures and shit

Janis: not saying I never before then, like

Casey: I shouldn’t have made you have to chuck half of ‘em at my door

Janis: there was loads of shit we shouldn’t have, don’t matter now

Casey: I’m just really feeling all the time we wasted pissing about being dickheads right now

Janis: now you mention it

Janis: fuck you, like

Casey: more like it

Janis: what about my blood pressure

Casey: Was all my fault, have to do better than some well expensive balloons far as putting it right goes

Janis: no it weren’t

Casey: none of that, there’s no need to lie to try and make me feel better

Janis: it wasn’t, we’ve talked loads about how my life were shit

Janis: that was loads of things, and blame to go around so

Casey: blame I’m taking my share of as it goes round

Janis: *trying to take more than your share

Casey: nah, you’re too nice, trying to let me off

Janis: that’s you, like I didn’t miss my appointment and not book a new one in

Casey: she were early, what was you gonna do about that, like

Janis: all her fault, when you think about it

Casey: her shit dad’s

Janis: he can have some blame too, yeah

Casey: it’ll not stick, hard as you fancy chucking it at him, we’ve been over all that bollocks before, he don’t think he’s doing nowt wrong

Janis: it’s obvious who the bad guy is, yeah, I know that

Casey: fuck it and fuck talking about this

Janis: I don’t care, I can’t live like that anymore

Casey: you’ll not be, I’m here now

Janis: we’re doing it different from now on

Casey: us 3

Janis: yeah

Casey: Bit rude they never gave me chance to take a pic of me and my best mate matching, she’ll not get insta famous and earn her keep if they don’t leave it out

Janis: you look well cute

Janis: already fucked for a username and # for her

Casey: you don’t fancy none of the names off the top of my head then

Janis: knowing where they’ve likely come from, nah

Janis: I dunno though, too much to think about

Casey: oi, I’d not do that

Janis: 😏 only be shooting yourself in the foot, honestly

Casey: anyway, dunno what makes you think I caught half their names on their way in or out

Janis: who needs names when any vague insult will work

Casey: failing that call ‘em all lass

Janis: if you wanna sound like you’re in a Bronte novel

Janis: very romantic of you

Casey: that’ll be why it works, tah for the insight

Janis: welcome

Janis: bet you never knew they were so well read

Casey: be the school nonce’s fault, won’t it, I read none for him but he’d have had them in detention til they’d gone cover to cover

Janis: okay perv, bringing him into this ain’t gonna do nothing for me, tah

Casey: oh didn’t realise you were mad into it before I mentioned him, crack on reminiscing about every lass I’ve had through the door and forget I said owt about your old english teacher

Janis: your idea of foreplay, other lasses

Janis: that’s what I heard

Casey: it were you bringing them up

Janis: was not

Casey: was, I brought up baby names, nowt else

Janis: hmpf

Casey: What

Janis: I dunno, still pissed off they made you leave, clearly

Casey: I’ll be back in or you’ll come out and we’ll both calm down

Janis: you reckon

Janis: I’m less sure but

Casey: or get worked up different

Janis: won’t tell ‘em about it, leave the BP monitor behind

Casey: maybe you did have it right with disappointing before, that machine weren’t what got me chucked out

Janis: you wanna give me a heart attack, bit rude

Janis: you really think any of that was disappointing

Casey: if only you’d been that buzzing to see me, dunno what you was playing at not dying on the spot, like

Janis: well I apologise, try harder next time

Casey: tah very much

Janis: oh, that was a request

Casey: well demanding, you

Casey: wanna try requesting a private room and then I’ll be able to kill you piss easy

Janis: being their least favourite patient has no perks

Casey: gutted you don’t know how to behave

Janis: are you though

Casey: now I’m on this side of the door

Janis: maybe if they were nicer to me

Casey: I’ll have a word

Janis: I have to keep reminding myself you’re actually here, for real

Casey: keep an ear out for me having a go, it’s genuinely out of order how they’re treating you like you did something wrong

Janis: I know if I’d rung before the time they’d tell me not to come yet, and I didn’t know about my blood pressure so I weren’t gonna push that I needed to, I didn’t think I did

Casey: you’re not some thick kid and you shouldn’t have to have had loads of babies for them to give you credit of fuck all sense, I’m not having it

Janis: if you make ‘em feel bad, might let you back in

Casey: let’s see

Janis: go for disappointed not fuming, yeah, no point being in the shit with me over it

Casey: making dickheads who’re after more power than they’ve got work out they ain’t got any and should be the ones feeling like shit for it is 1 of the many skills on my CV, don’t worry

Janis: you ain’t a stupid kid either, I’m not

Casey: [after enough time that you’ve done that and it’s worked, come back in, boy, cos you simply could turn it around on these peeps where’s the lie]

Janis: [just following you with our eyes, grinning ‘do I need to be crying?’ when he’s close enough that we can just say that to you and not the ward like how absolutely in pieces do these nurses think I am lol]

Casey: [he is that dog sticker we used to love so much, full smug smirking emoji lol, until we’re hugging this gal as if we’ve been gone a thousand years ‘up to you, that’ in her ear like idk how happy are you to see me this time as you’re not gonna die on the spot appaz haha, falling into the shouldn’t sound as saucy as it does category, knowing what we know about how into it you both are later on, obvs doing his wiping her tears away even though she’s not crying thing because always]

Janis: [always hugging you tighter and for longer because have to ‘I am pretty gutted’ like ugh you again but the way we’re looking at you right now kills that bants right away, even if we’re smacking your hands away like get off, you ‘thanks’ more sincerely ‘cos actually getting real fed up of the attitude y’all were bringing tbh so we do appreciate that]

Casey: [literally shrugging off the thanks because he’s just that bitch and we all know he’d have done it even if they didn’t let him back in, obvs picking up this bub again like hello you must also have a hug gal and using our soft voice @ her ‘you’ll not cry either, will you?’ cos happy to see you and we do declare it do be mutual not soz that you’re a newborn and don’t actually know what’s occurring]

Janis: [‘she’s good like that’ elephant in the room that feeding is difficult and you’re gonna have to do it soon because it can be hourly in the first days, if not it’s usually about every 2 hours]

Casey: [giving the bae a look like ? what’s she’s not being good about cos he just would be able to work out what you were getting at, you two just know each other like that]

Janis: [just rolling our eyes ‘they didn’t tell you I dunno how to feed her either?’ like that should’ve been your first line of defence, gals ‘always end up doing the bottle, so far’]

Casey: [‘what’s the matter with that?’ cos genuinely, doesn’t need to be the hill you all die on ladies, as long as this child is being fed]

Janis: [just reel off the benefits of breastfeeding because there obviously are some but it’s not your fault if you’re too stressed or just cannot for whatever reason gal, deffo is stress in your case rn]

Casey: [the most unimpressed face and vibe rn at these preachy bitches ‘she’ll live, we all did’ Debbie wasn’t breastfeeding none of these children and we all know it so ‘chuck us a bottle then’ like I shall do it, cos what are they gonna do fight him, try it huns]

Janis: [‘I’m meant to give it a go still, ‘til she gets too fuming and I give up’ shrug like I better and gesturing like hand her here then]

Casey: [‘bollocks to doing both your heads in for no reason, if they really fancy having a row they can with me’ because we’re not happy rn, we be knowing you’re stressed gal]

Janis: [just get and prepare however you have to this bottle moment because you’re sure there’ll be plenty of other feeds where one of them comes along and tries to help you however well-intentioned they might genuinely be, least you can show him how to hold it so there’s no air bubbles, that’s as hard as bottle feeding gets tbh]

Casey: [just feeding this baby, fuck the haters]

Janis: [we’re watching and just thinking about how the hell we all got here lowkey, don’t mind us, remembering what he said and taking a candid photo that you can send to him]

Casey: [bringing back from the OG him just telling baby Jac how to make different drinks in a really soothing manner, like one day you’ll be able to have more options than this lol, you know damn well that he’s gonna post that photo, sis, I really hope the bub hat and whatever he’s wearing is pink cos that just makes me laugh]

Janis: [just amused like start ‘em young much ‘long as she don’t ask for [whatever we deem to be the grossest/weakest cocktail moment like don’t be lame baby Jac]’]

Casey: [shaking his head like no no she would never cos too cool bants 5ever ‘don’t want the sort of mates who’d ask for that either’ like no nerds allowed in the squad gal bringing down how cool you are]

Janis: [‘oh god, I forgot about birthday parties and sleepovers and taking her and her dickhead mates places’ like eww, parenting lol]

Casey: [‘you wanna watch yourself, little girl, well shit at driving, your mum’ cos never gonna let you live it down that you crashed the car and enough time has passed that we can be bants with it]

Janis: [😮 ‘when I’m in a hospital bed, too’ as if we’re still here regarding the crash, shaking our head like ffs]

Casey: [just nudging her with his foot again like ily really]

Janis: [‘embarrass me in front of your new mate’ like stop showing off but we’re nudging you back without jogging you or this baby]

Casey: [‘alright, when I’m done here’ like yes I shall do the most to try and make you blush/that blood pressure monitor pop off when this baby has been fed]

Janis: [‘such a pro already, yeah’ like you put me on that to-do list boy]

Casey: [‘doubt it, did you?’ like yes of course I am]

Janis: [‘not something I’d pictured for you’ ‘cos this was not how you were living even remotely, just biting the corner of our mouth]

Casey: [‘be a bit weird if you had done’ cos agreed, not how he was living remotely]

Janis: [‘weirder if I’d planned it’ like not as if we could see any of this coming]

Casey: [‘yeah’ cos none of us can say we did, not even you sir]

Janis: [‘I’m glad you’re here though’ ‘cos we are so no need to lie, just tickling this gal’s foot ‘her too’]

Casey: [a smile cos hard same ‘it’s the same now she’s out’ cos when he said that talking to her calms him when she was still a bump, we have not made that clear remotely but that’s what he means]

Janis: [‘awkward if you hated her’ but in a soft, we knew you would not ever tone because lowkey the most enthusiastic then and now ‘she’s alright’]

Casey: [‘Dunno how anybody could’ full shade at Jimothy, not saying you hate her but the lack of enthuasiasm has been noted many times over ‘she’s the best’ cos not soz we just love this bub bye]

Janis: [‘sorry I didn’t leave her here like I said’ like you can’t just steal her now I’m afraid]

Casey: [‘have a job to do it together if you had though’ because we’re a team here gal, again not soz]

Janis: [‘you know I’d love you even if you were shit at it’ we mean it’s a separate issue and we aren’t just doing this with you because of this general mess here but not gonna put that all out like that right now]

Casey: [‘but you’d not have to put up with it for long, what kind of dickhead’ cos we mean we love you so much that even if we were shit we’d put the effort in, because sorry but if you love someone you can’t just ignore the fact they have a child or lowkey anyone who’s really important to them so]

Janis: [shrug because we can’t help but feel this is a lot because it is but that’s also not not correct so we’re leaving that there ‘it’s gonna be hard’ just as a statement ‘cos duh]

Casey: [a shrug back because it will be and we know that but also we can’t help but feel like it’s been really hard up to now and it lowkey won’t be worse cos at least y’all are doing it together this time and on the same page]

Janis: [shrugging more just to be silly with it otherwise we’ll just be shrugging back and forth here]

Casey: [‘you gonna kiss me or what?’ cos she said she was gonna when he came back in and we’ve not forgotten that]

Janis: [when we have forgotten haha like oh yeah but then looking at this baby being fed like probably finish that first so we just kiss your cheek as if that’s what we meant]

Casey: [gotta smile, can’t not, but also have to affectionately take the piss always ‘I get it, you don’t want no more trouble’ like she’s scared of these nurses and that’s why lol]

Janis: [‘rude to do it when your hands are full’ like excuse you, more trouble is exactly what I want lol]

Casey: [‘so I put her down and?’ like oh yeah, what are you gonna do gal]

Janis: [‘and pick me up instead’ like that’s obvious]

Casey: [‘if I didn’t know better I’d reckon you was starting to like it here’ with a look at this blood pressure monitor because it’s as obvious once y’all start you’ll just get more and more extra and they’ll never discharge you if you don’t calm down gal, but we’re saucy about it not concerned]

Janis: [‘as much privacy as at home’ like there’s less people there but won’t be alone, not acknowledging just how checked out Jimothy is but the point is we wanna be alone with you and we’re only gonna get so many opportunities]

Casey: [‘let’s extend your stay then’ because okay if you’re greenlighting me to be extra af right here right now then I’m doing the same for you, truly we all know this boy has no shame and there are no fucks given about where they are remotely]

Janis: [😈 face like alright then and flagging down a nurse like oh hey I wanna have a freshen up and change is it alright if we shut the curtains for a bit because cannot refuse you privacy ultimately so thanks hun bye, doing a mini bow like there you go ‘easy’]

Casey: [have gotta say he’s done with this bub so he can actually put her down and then pick this gal up off this bed enough that he can get in under her and then put her back down in his lap in such a hot choreographed lil move how he do, still holding onto her so tightly obvs because not putting you down ever now that he’s picked you up is the entire vibe]

Janis: [the LOOK we have to give you from this position before we go in and kiss you properly for the first time casually, not at all dying here]

Casey: [returning both the look and the kiss as intensely ofc, and he’s clearly equally dying because the fact you two haven’t kissed yet actually sends me, we really did cockblock you that hard]

Janis: [going to have to let you just kiss for a really long time because truly, like the amount you did do IRL and online was a lot but you never actually technically did anything in person that you couldn’t sorta explain away if you had to in a court of law lmao ‘I don’t wanna ever stop’ because truly the energy of how intense this kiss is]

Casey: [how little physical contact you’ve had with each other before this point is honestly iconic, so yes, enjoy your really long and intense af makeout sesh, which I will keep going by doing his signature hair pull into another kiss like don’t ever stop then thank you]

Janis: [trying to keep all our reactions vaguely quiet here because you have to try even though hospitals are quite loud by default, but the reaction to the hair pull would be our loudest thus far, doesn’t need to be said that clearly all of this would result in you moving in his lap that’s the whole reason for this position]

Casey: [likewise please do have some chill, boy, in keeping your responses quiet-ish, until the one in direct response to hers post hair pull which is thankfully gonna be muffed by the kiss that followed it because yeah, you’re both very into that, we know, but it’s the first time y’all are experiencing it]

Janis: [can bite your lip in response and to also give you another first here because so many to come lads]

Casey: [all the firsts please and thank you, even though it would be killing him haha, gonna do it back but so much softer because not leaving any marks is just an unspoken rule forever that we don’t even need to acknowledge]

Janis: [keep opening our eyes shamelessly ‘cos still unreal that it’s you and we don’t care, we wanna see your reactions]

Casey: [no judgement hun, he would too if he could he’s just dying too hard, gonna let him kiss your neck because you were interrupted earlier when he got thrown out, even though he’ll have to have so much self control not to literally cover her in lovebites rn, he can at least look at her a bit then]

Janis: [you can feel all the noises we’re not allowed to fully let out here, gripping onto you even harder like okay now you don’t ever stop thank you ‘could’ve been doing this the whole time’]

Casey: [blatantly moving to kiss her throat when she speaks because it’s his forever kink we all know this and down to her collarbone too because why not obvs we don’t ever wanna stop either ‘should’ve’ like a * correction]

Janis: [turning the blatant moan we have to do into a noise of agreement like yes, definitely should’ve because we’re always into it, we have to copy you ‘cos did say we wanted to bite your adam’s apple so we will, gently for now]

Casey: [the NOISE sis, not soz to everyone who may have heard it because that would just be the hottest thing anyone has ever done to him to date and there is simply no stopping it, but soz a lil bit that he literally could not be holding you tighter atm]

Janis: [so obviously buzzing you liked that because we did, smiling at you so big before kissing you some more like it isn’t too late to shut him up because we’re both carried away now ‘go on, where do you want me to bite you next?’]

Casey: [just kiss her wherever you’d like that to be, somewhere on your neck probably because it’s v blatant, but doing it so softly for the contrast]

Janis: [‘you’re so gentle’ because we aren’t about to be ‘cos we don’t have to, just ramping it up ‘cos we wanna leave a bruise]

Casey: [biting his own lip SO hard to not be letting out the most indecent moan because have to spare this hospital that ‘with you’ like you probably didn’t just see me almost chew my own lip off cos you were a bit busy but here we are]

Janis: [‘don’t hurt yourself’ and doing kiss it better kind of kisses on your lip right now]

Casey: [absolutely has stopped breathing because that is just too much ‘I ain’t worried about surviving that’ like gal do not get it twisted you’re the one who is killing me here ok, running his fingers through her hair as she does kiss him though and making sure to get her scalp with his nails because that feels so nice]

Janis: [sighing because it do and we’re heavily touch starved so literally everything does ‘I just missed you so much’ like sorry, I cannot have chill ‘it’s been forever’ laying on him casually, somehow getting closer as per]

Casey: [keep playing with her hair obvs cos he could and would do that forever, but also lightly running his nails over the back of her neck as well because that also feels nice ‘I missed you too’ of course it’s just too true not to say]

Janis: [‘you came back for me’ closing our eyes and just enjoying this moment ‘we’re gonna take care of each other’]

Casey: [‘I love you’ like duh, of course I came back and obvs I’ll take care of you and let you also take care of me]

Janis: [positioning your arms around us so we’re fully cocooned here ‘I love you’ keeping hold of your hands resting them on our stomach, rip bump]

Casey: [have to kiss the top of her head again when we’re in the cocooning moment and also has to just fully run his hands over her stomach the way he did when it was a bump]

Janis: [‘it’s weird to not feel her moving’ ‘cos I’ve never heard anyone say but it must be strange to go from it being a constant to not, looking over at this gal in her cot like hello miss]

Casey: [‘yeah, not kicked us once today’ like how dare you and also we see you feeling less brave now you’re out in the real world bub, but we’re saying this pisstake with such love and affection]

Janis: [‘give her time’ like toddlers are nightmarish, won’t be long lol lol, giving him a fake little smack on the arm like if you’re missing the drama I can provide]

Casey: [‘state of me when she starts biting an’ all’ for the taking after you bants and general lols, but we know you were so here for it when the bae did it a sec ago and aren’t over it sir that’s why you’re really bringing it up]

Janis: [😏🥰 from here at being reminded ‘only be able to reach your ankles’ like I’ll have loads of skin left just for me, reiterating this point by touching you places we could possibly wanna bite you next]

Casey: [‘if I don’t pick her up’ and pulling you even closer to us to make the point that we don’t intend to have put you down by then or lowkey ever]

Janis: [‘you could hold us both’ the could being highlighted by us kissing, the licking, then biting your bicep like you’re strong but you’re gonna want it to just be me right now okay]

Casey: [saying her name with such feeling cos he do very much only want it to just be her rn no offense baby Jac]

Janis: [saying yours back with equal because a novelty that’s not about to wear off any time soon]

Casey: [another eager hair pull into a kiss we desperately need to stop himself v loudly reacting to how much he liked hearing her say that]

Janis: [‘fuck’ muffled by this kiss because likewise, it’s all too much and there’s going to need to be a nurse being like you okay in there in a sec to stop y’all]

Casey: [honestly, how hardcore this kiss would be and the way y’all would be moving, nosey nurse, come through before this goes way too far]

Janis: [we can say it’s not long until visiting hours so as pissed off as we’ll be it’s also very good you were stopped lmao]

Casey: [you’re welcome for your husband not walking in on that hun, and you can still quickly get changed like you said you wanted to and he can just watch you how he likes to do so]

Janis: [the way the people at this hospital know far too much of your business and you gotta walk awayayay lmao]

Casey: [my fave thing about this is the fact there is no gap between this bub and your next one so you know damn well some of these nurses will still be working there and be absolutely living because of all the drama, but for now go and take a walk to the vending machines to get tea, boy, because you’re too visibly turned on and you’ve gotta take a sec and calm down before your brother gets here]

Janis: [we’re giving the best gossip to y’all truly]

Janis: 🥺

Janis: bright side, when he gets here, we can go

Casey: But where

Janis: anywhere we’ll be left alone 5 minutes

Janis: oh, I’ve got an idea 💡

Casey: go on

Janis: meant to be calming you down right now

Casey: fuck that, I’d put money on him showing up early, he’ll probably be walking in before I get chance to bring this tea back, tell me

Janis: 💒

Casey: takes the piss that I didn’t guess, one track mind, you

Janis: pretend that you’re fuming, like

Janis: and it’s not your favourite idea I’ve ever had 🙏🙌

Casey: only fuming we’re not already there

Janis: that’s more like it

Casey: cross your fingers nobody’s nan who had her own massive boner for praying is about to die

Janis: have to block the door/prayers, soz

Casey: *not soz

Janis: I’ll put a word in for ‘em, cover the whole hospital

Casey: so generous, like

Janis: you’ll see

Casey: soon, yeah

Janis: do you wanna see him or nah

Casey: What would I wanna see him for

Janis: you don’t have to

Casey: do you want me there or out the way

Janis: up to you, it’s going to be what it is whenever we do it

Casey: nah, it’s up to you if you can hack being alone with him before you properly are with me

Janis: I can do it

Casey: weren’t questioning that, but you don’t have to either, I’ll be there if you like

Janis: do you think they’ll let me leave soon

Janis: ‘cos if you wanna come home with us, gonna need to see you’re here

Casey: I can ask, might be chuffed to be rid of the lot of us

Janis: probably

Janis: we’re clearly both fine, what’s the point pissing about here

Casey: it’s a bed they can have back, be doing them a favour by not hanging about how loads of the other lasses’ll be after doing, dunno why you’re not their fave, behaving well as that

Janis: as obvious they like having us about to look at

Janis: I’ll pinky promise to keep trying to feed her, health visitor be ‘round soon enough to have a go as well

Casey: can’t blame them, feels like ages since I’ve had a look at you

Casey: don’t worry, I’ll get her to calm herself down an’ all if she starts

Janis: I miss you too, keep looking at the photo of yous

Casey: be there in a sec, you can keep looking at me, make up for the shit tea

Janis: it’s like they don’t even want me to get better 😏

Casey: or they want me to have to smuggle everything in from outside, really keep the prison vibes up

Janis: least being treated like shit is par for the course then

Janis: still too butch to be a girl though, mate

Casey: it’s like you want me to crossdress, nice try, mate

Janis: hospital gown is doing no one any favours, you can wait ‘til you can wear something nicer, don’t worry

Casey: I dunno about that, neither of us would be short of mates for wearing one

Janis: been dressed in a bin bag for the point, not very original, these fashion types

Casey: what page of what magazine can I find that on

Janis: 😂 it was ages ago and you didn’t see it then for good reason, obvs

Casey: 💔

Casey: [come through with this tea so you can be doing an OTT pout about it obvs]

Janis: [‘be a better stalker’ like you’ve let yourself down boy but we are STARING at your lips clearly because rudely interrupted, still not over it]

Casey: [must do his first hospital kiss ™️ as he hands her this tea because likewise are not over it remotely and we see where you’re looking gal but cannot let it linger or you’ll both get too carried away again]

Janis: [you cannot, clearly Jimmy will be here soon so you both need to calm down and sip your tea, we’re never not reacting so dramatically though, can’t help it]

Casey: [drink your tea and find some chill please even though it probably tastes grim but at least that means you can pull silly faces about it like a nerd]

Janis: [acting like it’s absolutely vile here ‘get better in prison’ because really, get your own kettle too, serve diva]

Casey: [‘go on then, what crime you committing?’ like yes it’s that bad take us to prison rn immediately]

Janis: [looking ‘round as we sip, weighing up our options ‘not stealing none of these kids’ like already got the best one, soz gals ‘guess I’ll secure my next fix, you?’ 😏]

Casey: [‘ain’t a joke when it’s me’ like we can’t even make one the way we’ve been so close to going to prison of late, but shrugging like it’s so casual and we’re so fine]

Janis: [reaching out and squeezing his shoulder/hand/leg whatever would make sense for the position and what you’re both doing in the moment ‘that’s why you’re gonna stop being a total dickhead all the time’ said in that faux-sincere way like it is bants but it’s actually sincere we’re just not trying to bring drama to this]

Casey: [‘some of the time’ like it’s a bants * but he’s looking at her and doing a sincere lil nod like yep]

Janis: [‘just with me’ because we like that kind of dickhead and we balance each other out alright is the vibe]

Casey: [giving her a squeeze wherever she did him a second ago because agreed]

Janis: [oh we just love you so much, don’t even know what to do with ourselves rn]

Casey: [just flicking through one of the magazines he brought in case she wants to brag until he finds her and doing the biggest heart eyes as he looks from her rn to these pics cos likewise so in love]

Janis: [‘still reckon I’ll never get my career back?’ like he’s looking you up and down appraising you rn because otherwise we’ll be 😳]

Casey: [‘when were I meant to have reckoned that?’ like I would never say such a thing excuse you]

Janis: [a face like you definitely said that at some point boy but in amusement not actual offence]

Casey: [a face like no I did not, also amused, as we point that one of the pics here like how could I ‘look at you’ genuinely so like omg in love about it]

Janis: [we are just fully blushing now ‘don’t take the piss’ as if he is at all or we think that]

Casey: [shaking his head in sheer disbelief ‘couldn’t get you looking a dickhead hard as they tried, fuck’s sake’ cos model vibes do be wild as we all know and she still looks great somehow which is frankly rude]

Janis: [my boo says I know all too well lmao but truly, they’re not here to make you look cool but we still managed it somehow ‘money won’t hurt now’ because truly x2]

Casey: [your future child is not at all managing it but don’t get me started, what’s important here is this boy do be reaching out to cup her lil blushing cheeks as though Jimothy isn’t likely to appear at any moment]

Janis: [when you’re so lowkey embarrassed about the whole modelling thing ‘cos it is the type of thing people would just be jealous of so you’re not really discussing it with anyone, using your head to gently push away his hands rn]

Casey: [just doing the their foreheads touching thing like hey I’m soz cos was not trying to embarrass you honestly, just are in awe of how great you are]

Janis: [‘it’s just-’ but we can’t verbalise how much we can talk to you about anything and everything and you get it, one because we simply can't and two because there is not time ‘-you don’t make me feel like shit for nothing’]

Casey: [brushing some of her hair out of her face so tenderly while we wait for her to finish that sentence if she is going to ‘none of it is owt you’ve gotta feel like shit for’ cos it cannot be overstated how true he thinks that is and how great we think she is in a not at all patronising way, just looking at her like I’m so proud of you without having to actually say it and embarrass her again]

Janis: [just staring at you with all the love in the world, gonna have to hug you insanely hard because you can hug him and if you attempt any kiss right now it will not be chill or over quick enough so hide that face in his neck ‘I wanna be with you’]

Casey: [the way that hug would turn into him just trying to pick her up and carry her away without him even realising cos that’s how much he wants to be with her rn and always too, literally have to put her down sir, SUCH a frustrated noise cos it’s beyond unfair they can’t just go now ‘he’ll be here in a bit and then’]

Janis: [our pout is matching it, we’re so fussy ‘then we can be together’ all the meanings because yep]

Casey: [playing with her pouty bottom lip because you’re not allowed to kiss rn, it’s too risky, but letting her know we would if we could]

Janis: [the way we just wanna run rn and will want to immediately as soon as he’s here and we’re making that as obvious as we can without saying it, all the eye contact ever]

Casey: [pushing her away from us cos can’t deal except not at all actually because we can’t deal with there being any distance between the two of you either, so it’s more like he’s just got his hand on her and is leaving it there until we use it pull her even closer to us than she originally was like no don’t go thank you despite the fact she barely if at all moved]

Janis: [when we are pulled in even closer, taking the time to be in your ear ‘don’t make me’ do we mean leave or stay here and see our husband or what, who knows but we are CLINGING to you like this is sensible at all ‘cos can’t not until we are once again literally interrupted]

Casey: [gonna have the baby cry and interrupt you eventually because she did get fed so it’s feasible she needs a nappy change and he can just be doing that when Jimothy arrives like everything’s so casual and fine instead of her husband having to walk in on y’all being extra as hell, but the way he’d untangle himself SO gently from her to get up and sort this baby out makes me emotional honestly, just whispering ‘it’s okay’ to her as he does]

Janis: [just get your shit ready ‘cos we know your excuse is needing a shower, trying to do anything that isn’t look over at him until Jimothy is here and we can update you on what you missed which is not much]

Casey: [oh the awks, it’s making me cringe to think about, plus I just know Jimothy is gonna take this baby off his brother/take over immediately cos he’s that bitch and also the dad so yeah okay it is his right but I’m sad about it nonetheless]

Janis: [sending Casey off to do whatever ‘cos it’s honestly irrelevant to you Jimothy and asking you to talk to the nurses whilst we ‘shower’ ‘cos obviously we don’t talk to them ever y’all have offended us, you will probably have to stay and talk to him for slightly longer so you’re not immediately running gal]

Casey: [literally, he could be going for a smoke or to the canteen or anywhere cos nobody is expecting him to stick around and have a chat with his brother, it’d be weirder if he did attempt that, soz that you can’t run off asap gal cos that will not be fun but]

Janis: save me a seat

Casey: If there’s other dickheads sat about in there, fuck knows where we’re gonna go, be carrying you out to the car

Janis: sure we could make ‘em leave

Janis: but it’s not like I need my hand stamped to get back in, that’ll be doable

Casey: I get it, you wanna tell someone to piss off and you can’t no nurse til you’re out the door for real, alright, that there’ll be your chance to crack on, girl, I’ll not say or do nothing

Janis: I don’t like the sound of you saying or doing nothing

Janis: nope, definitely go with your plan instead

Casey: steady on, only as far as letting you get stuck into starting your own row

Janis: haven’t forgot how, don’t think

Casey: course you’ve not

Janis: if I had to hear one of those middle-aged cows tell me to mind my blood pressure for telling them where to go though

Janis: not gonna do anyone any favours, least of all them

Casey: I dunno, might do me one if I’m about to hear it

Janis: 😏 beats when I’m mardy at you, yeah

Casey: don’t always mind that, like

Janis: might know what you mean

Janis: don’t know if I can bring myself to pretend to be mad at you right now though

Casey: not right now, we’ve got loads of time, and I bet it won’t take ages for you to be actually fed up with me for some bollocks, you’ll have no need to fake it

Janis: don’t sound too sure, might think you’re planning it

Casey: Oi, who you calling a wind up

Casey: don’t sound like me at all, that

Janis: never

Janis: couldn’t be half the wind up the world is being lately

Casey: I ain’t accepting that challenge, tah

Janis: I’m nearly done here

Casey: Good, come here

Janis: ask nicer and I’ll not get lost on my way

Casey: you’re not gonna just leave me here on my own, it’d be loads ruder

Janis: yeah, to me

Casey: and me

Janis: more to me, I’m pretty sure

Casey: are you

Janis: yep

Janis: I want you more

Casey: go on then, now you’re not in labour no more, what are you gonna use as your excuse for why you reckon you do

Janis: no excuses, I know how I feel

Casey: you should know how I feel

Janis: okay, show me

Casey: I have done and I will do

Janis: I’m gonna make you cum, for real

Casey: I want you so fucking much

Janis: We need this

Casey: I said come here

Janis: [do, however many minutes it takes to excuse yourself and find this chapel moment]

Casey: [do we wanna keep the old vibe or is there anything you wanna do different?]

Janis: [it probably still stands but maybe you will actually wanna penetrate lack of a better word lol ‘cos you’ve kinda done things close to this vibe before now? Idk, we could say you don’t have the time still ‘cos can’t ‘shower’ for ages here esp. as you’re trying to leave]

Casey: [yeah that was my thought cos we’ve cockblocked you ridiculously for an age by now, so realistically you probably would just go all in, even though you’ll have to be quick about it cos she does also have to actually go shower lol]

Janis: [it’s a vibe, you’re gonna have a sesh when you get home, there’s no way this wouldn’t be the most intense quickie of all time]

Casey: [y’all deserve it, the frustration and feels are too high to not, and we absolutely have to bring back him accidentally making her milk come through cos that was a mood and a moment]

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FIRST OF ALL IM SO PROUD OF U HELLO ??? literally screaming . u deserve this and sooo many more followers <3 i love u

okay name af zoe 🤝 character: RAFE u already know and it can be fluff + smut and maybe some angst too naurr sorry this is a mess i dont think i understood the assignment very well but i think u already know me a little too much so yeah u can come up with any scenario

ALSO I CAME UP WITH A SONG DIE FOR YOU BY THE WEEKND thx

my favourite human being, thank u sooo much, i love you forever <3 i hope you enjoy this i tried to put everything into this (': mwah

・The room was stuffy, colourful lights darted across the walls and the floor, highlighting bodies that moved to the beat as the songs kept switching one after another, the music drowning peoples chatter out.

・You tossed the glass of heavy cocktail down your throat, soaking into the black leather couch, the liquid warming your chest up, a little smile curling on your lips at the thought of Rafe coming back any minute now.

・Silky black dress showed a little bit of cleavage and barely covered your ass, revealing round hips, thin stripes tied into bows on your shoulders.

・“Wanna dance, princess?” husky male voice rolled over your body, making you shudder with pleasure, the scent of him invading your whole body, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

・Soft lips grazed your earlobe, causing your head tilt to the side, revealing more space for his mouth to explore, “No, this is embarrassing,” you muttered, rolling your eyes, still sensing hot breaths on the skin of your neck.

・“Dance with me and I’ll reward you,” he growled, smiling against your hair, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of your shampoo, “Doesn’t a little girl like you know how to have some of fun?”

・Reluctantly, you stood up, you legs a little shaky, the tipsiness hitting your head, Rafe’s firm grip on your waist not letting you fall, “Good girl,” he left a kiss on the side of your head, dragging you towards the middle of the dance floor.

・His palms grabbed your hips, pressing your body into his tighter, closer, as you swayed to the music. Hard, hard erection pressed against your stomach through the layers of clothes made you grin.

・You loved playing with him always aiming for punishment. Adding a little fire to the tension that pulsed between your bodies, your hand sneaked down, cupping his cock teasingly, you still could feel him twitch through the rough material of his jeans. He growled, his nostrils flared, jaws clenched, his fingertips dug deeper in your thighs, the look on his face eager, his eyes darkening with lust.

・“Upstairs, now,” he commanded, his stare so intense, forcing you to submit.

・“Cameron, there you are,” two bulky guys shoed close to you both, “It’s time,” one of them announced, smirking, fiddling with something metallic in his hands.

・“Go upstairs, wait for me there,” Rafe squeezed you wrist painfully, meaning ‘don’t try to mess with this, I’m being serious’.

・When he came to find you, his lip was bleeding, his cheek red, knuckles wounded, “What’s wrong?”

・“Nothing.”

・“Look at me.”

・No response.

・“Why can’t you look at me?”

・No response.

・“Fine,” you scoffed, licking your lips in annoyance, “I’m leaving now, I’m so sick of your games, Rafe, of these secrets, this is fucking ruining me, why can’t you understand?”

・His eyes darted to you, but he remained silent. His lips parted, tears in the corners of his eyes glistening in a dim light as he struggled to think straight.

・“I told you, it was hard for me to be with someone, to reveal my feelings, and now, when I’m here so open and honest for you, you’re doing just that?”

・“Zoe, don’t leave,” a whisper approached you as you reached the doorknob, ready to twist it open, his fingertips closed over your arms, tugging you back to him and shoving against the wall, “I’ll do better,” lips met your ear, his voice raspy and beckoning, “Don’t leave me, baby.”

・He dropped down on the on the chair, pulling you onto him, your knees on both sides of his hips, straddling his thick thighs, “That’s my good girl, ride it, get off on me.”

・Sex made everything better.

・Bows of your dress fell down, as he untied the thin stripes, pushing your dress down , allowing it to rest on your waist, the knowing grin appeared on his face as he studied the curves of your breasts, capturing them in his mouth, one at a time, making you moan and close your eyes.

・His growls, so intimate, encouraged you to start moving, your panties already soaked as you rubbed yourself over his leg, “Rafe.”

・Mouth left your breast as he whispered “Zoe,” gaze leaned on your face, watching you roll your eyes in pleasure, his hands helping you to move faster, his head dove down, his lips deliberately sucking the skin of your neck, marking you as his.

・You felt the knot in your stomach unraveling as the wave of pleasure washed over you, your nails scratched his biceps in response to his groans as he nuzzled your throat, kissing his path up until his lips met yours.

・“Perfect, you’re perfect,” he murmured an inch away from your mouth, “And I’m a mess,” he panted, pulling you closer, “But we will work it out, just stay.”

playlist: ・die for you by the weeknd ・don’t tell em’ by jeremih ・all mine by plaza ・devilish by chase atlantic

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron headcanon #rafe cameron fluff #outer banks imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #outer banks

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diningwiththeasquiths · 3 years

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Born to be Loved

A bonus Gingerpilot ficlet for the lovely @pilotandginger, because I wrote them a very angsty Ex Machina fic for their birthday and felt it needed a fluffy palate cleanser just in case. Hope you enjoy! Happy birthday bb! ❤❤❤

“Hey Hugs? When’s your birthday?”

Hux doesn’t bother looking up from his datapad, completely engrossed in his work.

“I was born in 19 AFE. And don’t call me that.”

That second sentence is said without much conviction, like he is repeating a script he no longer believes in.

“19 AFE. That’s 0 ABY in the Galactic Standard Calendar, right? I already knew your birth year because I did my homework during the war like a good boy. But what month and what day were you born on?”

“I don’t know. It’s not relevant.”

“It’s relevant to me! Is there any way to find out? I’d like to know so we can properly celebrate it.”

The next words that come out of Hux’s mouth break Poe’s heart.

“Why would I want to celebrate being born?”

Poe frowns. “I guess you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” After a moment of consideration, he continues, “But is it okay if I still celebrate? It’s kind of a tradition around here. I’ll pick a date at random, that way you don’t even have to look anything up.”

Hux’s gaze finally lands on him and Poe uses the opportunity to give him his best porg eyes impression. In response, Hux raises an unimpressed orange eyebrow at him.

“I don’t care what you do.”

“Perfect.”

* * *

Three weeks later, Hux eyes the door to Poe’s chambers suspiciously. He can hear faint music coming from inside. He has been summoned—invited—and has never backed away from anything before in his life, so he begrudgingly enters.

The first thing he sees is BB-8 and D-O rolling around with pointy little hats on top of them. Poe is wearing a bigger version. Scraps of paper hang from strings stretched across the room. It’s all very... colourful.

“Oh hey babe, I was just celebrating a wonderful occasion. Did you know that about 37 standard years ago, the love of my life was born?”

“What.”

Poe smiles at him and blows a weird instrument, causing it to roll out and make a horrid noise which in turn makes Hux cringe.

“Sorry about that,” Poe says, scratching the back of his head apologetically and motioning to BB-8 to turn to music down, ”Here, sit down, relax, and have a slice of cake. I also made tarine tea, steeped just the way you like it.”

He kisses Hux’s cheek as he places the food and drink on the table in front of him before sitting down next to him on the comfortable couch.

“Happy birthday.”

Hux glares at him, but the effect is lessened by him taking a bite of cake at the same time. It tastes wonderful and the texture feels pleasant in his mouth. Like a piece of fluffy cloud, covered in rich, creamy sweetness.

BB-8 whirls up to him and extends his arm. There is a wrapped package in his metal grip. When Hux makes no attempt to take it from him, BB-8 beeps encouragingly and rolls even closer. Hux is forced to accept it and does so carefully, as if he’s dealing with an unstable bomb.

Poe can barely contain his enthusiasm as Hux unwraps it and activates it. Smiling so broadly that his eyes crinkle at the corners, he looks from the gift in Hux’s hands to Hux’s face and waits for a reaction.

“It’s a hologram of us,” Hux says, stating the obvious with a flat voice and a neutral expression on his face. He can be so hard to read sometimes.

The projected image shows Poe with his arm around Hux’s shoulders, grinning into the camera with happiness written all over his face. Hux has his head turned towards Poe, his stern features softened in the captured moment.

“Do you like it?”

Suddenly Poe is starting to feel a bit nervous about everything. The whole point of this was to show Hux that birthdays can be fun and that they are worth celebrating. That he is worth celebrating. If he’s not enjoying himself then-

“I do.”

Hux clears his throat, clearly embarrassed by all the positive attention he is receiving.

“I’m glad. I have a copy too, to carry with me wherever I go.” He can practically see Hux’s inner struggle. “This is difficult for you, isn’t it?”

It looks like Hux is about to deny it, but then his mouth falls shut again. Avoiding Poe’s eyes by looking at the ground, he nods. D-O playfully chases BB-8 around the room. Hux watches them, grateful for the distraction. Poe's focus is entirely on Hux.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep doing nice stuff until you get used to it.”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“No but I want to. I like doing it.”

Hux lifts his gaze and stares at him like he has grown an extra head. Poe smiles back and envelopes him into a hug. As always, Hux tenses up before slowly relaxing against him and finally melting into the embrace.

“Happy birthday Hugs,” Poe whispers against Hux’s neck.

#gingerpilot #poe dameron #armitage hux #dining writes

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nocturnalwildflower · 3 years

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hurt; asher adams

summary: y/n finally opens up to asher about suffering from mental illnesses and self-harming

warning(s): SELF-HARM, depression, anxiety, cursing, mentions of parents dying, trauma, asher being cute af (not a warning but prepare yourselves hehe)

wc: 5.0k

A/N (PLEASE READ): I hope you all enjoy this and I lowkey got the idea from my own struggles with depression and anxiety, and I wanted to shine a light on self-harm although I haven’t experienced it personally. Please do not read this is self-harm or depression is a trigger for you as the whole basis of this one shot is self-harm and depression and the demons you face. Remember it’s okay to talk, and if you’re suffering, PLEASE get help. This one shot is an in-depth reality of depression that most people don’t know about and the aftermath of a depressive episode

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It was no secret to the Baker family that Y/N suffered with depression and severe anxiety because of her past. When Y/N’s parents passed away in a horrible car accident when she was only 6, Laura and Billy had no hesitation when it came to adopting her as one of their own as they were best friends with Y/N’s parents. It became apparent early on that Y/N suffered from depression and anxiety due to the trauma she had experienced, therefore the Bakers’ tried everything they could to make her feel safe, welcome and happy as well as sending her to therapy. The majority of the time, Y/N had a really good handle on things and went years without having a depressive breakdown, however, this year marked 10 years without her parents. The closer the day came, the more breakdowns she suffered, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why her parents had to die that day.

Not that she didn’t appreciate everything the Bakers’ have done for her, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much happier she would be if her parents didn’t die in that accident; how she wouldn’t be suffering and feeling like the only release was self-harming. She was too embarrassed to tell anyone how she was feeling, so she just resorted to self-harm as a way of releasing the pain, which seemed to be working. Her thoughts were interrupted when Billy knocked on her door and peaked her head in.

“Hey sweetie. No school again today?” he asked in a heavyhearted tone. Honestly, it broke his heart to see Y/N suffer with depression and begin her spiral into a depressive episode. He knew that there was only so much they could to for her, which included getting her a therapist whom she sees off and on depending on how bad her depressive breakdowns are. Y/N let out a sigh before responding.

“Next week, I promise!” she said in a somewhat cheery tone. Billy knew that this was just a ruse to get him to leave her room, however it did the opposite and he took a seat next to her on the bed.

“Sweetie, I think it’s time we put in a call to Dr. Morales and get you some appointments set up. We all love you so much and we hate seeing you suffer like this … please consider it,” he said, and Y/N’s eyes began to fill with tears. She knew that things were getting out of hand if he was suggesting therapy again, and she knew it meant she was going to have to face her demons yet again. Her lip began to quiver before she let out a cry, burying her head into his shoulder while he consoled her. She continued to sob, not knowing how to control her emotions and letting out as many tears as she could to get rid of the pain, even if it only a temporary form of release. Eventually, she had calmed herself down enough to speak to him.

“Billy, thank you so much for everything you and Laura have done for me over the past 10 years. I know this is hard to deal with, having a daughter with mental health issues, but I’m trying so hard to battle these demons like I have all the other times, it’s just too hard for me to do this alone …” Y/N said while wiping away her tears.

“You’re not alone Y/N. You have all of us here, and we will continue to support you until you are better. You know how much we love you and you know how much you’ve impacted our life, in a good way, but I think maybe it’s time to be honest with Asher about it … he’s going to find out eventually, and maybe if he knew what was happening, he could help you through this with us,” Billy said. He knew that having her boyfriend by her side through this battle would help her drastically; Y/N looked at him with a sorrow look in her eyes before responding.

“I-I know I need to tell him … I’m just not ready for him to see me this vulnerable yet. I promise, I’ll tell him when I’m ready,” she replied in a raspy voice. He smiled before giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her alone to be with her thoughts. No one knew she had been self-harming, so it was easy for them to leave her alone for the duration of the day; she hadn’t done it in a few days, and although there was a small voice inside her head that kept telling her to just pick up a blade and do it. She waited until she heard the front door close, signaling everyone was gone, before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Y/N inhaled sharply before she opened the drawer where she kept her tools, staring at the blade for a few seconds, contemplating if this was the right thing to do and thinking about what Billy said to her. “We all love you so much and we hate seeing you suffer.” They loved her and they had given her so much, so why couldn’t she just let this go and stop? She inhaled sharply before picking up a blade, bringing it to her skin, and cutting, letting out a small whimper as the blood began to come out from her skin.

Back at school, Asher knew something was up with Y/N. The twins kept telling him that she was sick, but she had been dodging his calls and texts all week. He knew something was wrong because even if she was sick, there was no reason why she was avoiding his calls; usually all she wanted when she was sick was to cuddle with him and spend time with him. He decided to pull out his phone and text her one last time to see if maybe she was in the mood to talk about what was going on.

Hey baby, I know we’ve barely talked at all this week but I just wanted to say that you’re an amazing girlfriend and I can’t wait until you’re better so I can come see you!

He knew she more than likely wouldn’t respond, which wasn’t like her at all. To his surprise, his phone vibrated, and his face lit up when he saw that it was Y/N’s contact. The text was just a simple “You too,” but that was enough for him to have some concerns … she was always one to use emojis for almost everything and would usually get upset if he wasn’t using them enough.

“Okay guys, seriously what’s happening with Y/N? It’s almost like she’s fallen off the face of the earth, she’s hardly answering any texts, and she hasn’t been to school all week… I know she isn’t sick,” Asher said as he caught up to Jordan and Olivia after the final bell rang. Jordan let out a sigh, knowing that it wasn’t up to him and Olivia to tell him what was really happening with her however he knew they had to tell him something to get him off their backs.

“Asher, it’s just best that you talk to her yourself, it’s not up to Olivia and I to tell you what’s going on with her, it’s her choice on whether she wants you to know. I’m home by myself tonight, why don’t you come over and see her for yourself?” Jordan replied in a somewhat annoyed tone.

“Sounds good,” Asher said before getting into his car. He knew Jordan had a point, it wasn’t up to him and Olivia to tell him what was happening with his girlfriend. He hadn’t told her yet, but he was in love with her and cared about her more than anyone even realized. The boys on the team constantly made fun of him for how much he cared about her, but now he was beginning to think something else was going on with her. Was she cheating on him and couldn’t tell him? Did he come on too strong and force her into a relationship when she wasn’t ready? Did she want to break up and felt like couldn’t say anything to him about it? These thoughts kept flooding his mind from the time he walked in the door of his house until the time he left to go hang out with Jordan and get to the bottom of this behaviour.

Later on that evening, Y/N was sitting quietly watching her favourite show when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She already knew it was Jordan because he was the only one home that night, so she closed her laptop and told him to come in. He peaked his head in before opening the door wider to reveal her boyfriend Asher, angering her.

“Jordan, I said I didn’t want any visitors. Asher included!” Y/N said angrily. Jordan just shrugged before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ and turning around to exit her room, leaving Asher alone in her doorway. She rolled to face the opposite side of the room in order to avoid looking at him, hoping that he would get fed up with her and leave, however this act did the complete opposite.

“Y/N, you’ve been couped up in this room for over a week now … You’re dodging everyone’s calls and texts, skipping school, sulking away in your room and shutting us out. This isn’t like you at all, what is happening?” he asked in a soft, loving tone. Asher wanted her to open up about why she was feeling this way, even though he knew it was because the anniversary of her parents’ death was coming up. He had seen it before, she usually got sad for about a week but was okay otherwise, however this was different and something he had never seen before; he has never seen her shut her friends out and completely isolate herself from the rest of the world.

“Asher go away,” Y/N mumbled to her boyfriend as she sat up, staring at him with a somber look. Asher moved closer to her, eventually sitting on the end of her bed and staring into her gorgeous eyes. He could tell something was wrong with her; her hair was up in a bun that looked like it hadn’t been taken out in days, her eyes were puffy, the colour in her face was gone and she looked like she hadn’t eaten in days either. He hated seeing her suffer like this and knew he had to do something about it.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s happening. I want to be here for you, but I can’t unless you open up and tell me what’s wrong,” he responded, keeping his eyes on Y/N.

“It’s been 10 years Ash, 10 years since I last saw or spoke to my parents and I can’t even explain to you how much pain I’m in because of it. I’m so fucking embarrassed that it’s come to this, I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone about how I was feeling and tell anyone how bad my depression had gotten, so I found another way to cope with the pain …” Y/N replied in a somber tone. She inhaled sharply before lifting up her sleeve hesitantly and exposing her forearm. Realistically, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him; quite frankly she never wanted him to find out and she was hoping this would all blow over before she needed to tell him. Y/N tried her best to keep the tears from rolling for her face, but they slowly started to fall from her beautiful Y/E/C orbs. She felt like she was being weak, risking her relationship with Asher by being vulnerable and showing him how much she was struggling.

Asher kept his eyes fixed on Y/N’s forearm. There was a slight discolouration where she had cut her arm with a razor blade recently as well as some faded scars further up her arm. He felt completely infuriated with himself that he let his girlfriend go through this alone and that she felt like she couldn’t come to him for help. He knew something was up when she never wanted to spend the night with him, but he blew it off because he didn’t want to pressure her into anything she didn’t want to do. He began to ponder about why she never came to him for help, until he realized that he had been so focused on keeping his endurance up during the off season and focusing on the next football season that he completely neglected her. Asher took Y/N’s hand into his, interlacing their fingers while gently lifting her chin so their eyes met.

“Y/N I’m so sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me with this. I’m so angry that I let you go through this alone and made you believe that I wouldn’t support you. I want you to know that I’m still here, and I don’t plan on leaving. I’m here baby, you don’t need to hold on to this alone anymore because we’re going to get through this together. You have no idea how much better my life is because you’re in it, you have no reason to ever doubt this relationship and I’m not going to lose you because of your mental health,” he said, bringing his lips gently to her. More tears began rolling down her face as he continued to kiss her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer to him. She gently pulled herself away from him before speaking up.

“Ash, you were so busy with training and I didn’t want to bother you with this because-” she began before Asher cut her off.

“Y/N enough. You and your mental health are much more important than anything right now, I’m here for you and we’re going to get through this because I love you so much it fucking hurts. Watching you spiral into a depressive episode is not something I want to see happen and I would do anything for you, you know damn well I’m not letting you go through this alone,” he replied with a smile. Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach when she heard him say it. Those 3 little words. The words she thought she would never hear anyone tell her. I love you. She couldn’t believe that Asher Adams actually said that to someone like her when he just witnessed her in a state of depression. Y/N tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and looked at him with loving eyes.

“Y-you love me?” she asked in a quiet tone. Asher gave her a confused look and laughed.

“Who wouldn’t? Y/N, you are hands down one of the best people to be around and you always make sure everyone is always having a good time. You’re smart, kind, caring, beautiful … the list could go on all day. You have no idea how happy I was when you agreed to go out with me, and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done to help me and how happy you’ve made me. Now it’s time to get you back to being as happy as you were when we first started dating. I’ll say it again, Y/N Y/L/N I fucking love you, despite the demons you are currently battling” he said in a soothing voice, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers again. Y/N gently placed her hand on his neck and pulled him closer so that he was laying on top of her. She had to admit that it felt good to finally have this burden off her shoulders and she felt so much better now that Asher knew the truth. He pulled away and looked her up and down before speaking.

“Why don’t you spend the night at my place? You’ve been couped up in this room for over a week and a change of scenery might be good, plus if you’re up for it we could talk about all of this. Like I said Y/N, we’re going to get through this together because I love you,” he said in a soft tone, caressing her cheek and leaning in for one more small kiss. Y/N looked at him with loving eyes and smiled before she responded.

“I love you too … please take me home with you, that’s all I want right now babe,” she whimpered out in a soft voice. Asher proceeded to pack her a bag with everything she needed to spend the night at his place and grabbed her hand, gently leading her down the stairs and into his car. She had to admit that even something as small as leaving her bed made her feel better to some degree, but she knew this was only one small step towards beating this illness.

As soon as they walked in the door, Asher sat her down and made them both something to eat, making sure her meal was full of food that made her feel happy, however the smile on her face quickly faded when the food was placed in front of her. Demon #1: having to eat your first meal after a depressive breakdown. Asher picked up on this behaviour rather quickly and placed his hand in hers, grabbing her attention.

“I know it’s going to be hard for you to eat after that depressive breakdown, but you haven’t eaten in days baby. You need food in your system, please just try,” he said in a heavyhearted tone, earning him a half-smile and a small nod from his girlfriend. Truth be told, she didn’t want to eat; she was too embarrassed about what had just happened and was so emotionally exhausted to think about anything, her mind kept drifting and she kept thinking about how much she wanted this moment to be over so she could sleep the pain away. Y/N finished about half the food her lovely boyfriend had made for her, however this was more than enough to satisfy him, he was just proud that she tried for him.

After they finished eating, Asher took it upon himself to de-tangled Y/N’s hair from the bun it had been in before leading her to the shower and helping her strip down, knowing that she was too emotionally exhausted to do it all herself. He joined her in the shower, helping her wash her hair and comb it out, in addition to making sure her body was clean. He always kept a bottle of her shampoo, conditioner and body wash as his house, just in case she ever needed it while staying there. He made sure he had a warm towel for her afterwards and helped her brush her teeth; he picked her up bridal style, bringing her into his bedroom and gently laying her on the bed, staring into her eyes that were still as beautiful as the first time he looked at them.

Y/N laid her head on Asher’s chest, eyes focused on the movie that was playing on the flat screen television in front of them. He was too busy admiring her, thinking about how much he loved her and how lucky he was to have a girl like her, despite what she was going through. Her breathing was stable and somehow, she seemed to look even more perfect than earlier; she was playing with the hem of Asher’s shirt and turned to face him, catching him staring at her. She gently pushed herself up, closing the gap between them and bringing their lips together when his hands found their way around her waist, positioning her body on top of him. Her hands found their way to his head, ruffling his hair up while he pulled her in tighter, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck while mumbling a quick ‘I love you’ and placing his hands on her bum, before she stopped him.

“Asher I can’t … I can’t have sex with you this just isn’t the right time,” Y/N said in a fearful but quiet voice. Demon #2: being intimate with him after he just saw you in a vulnerable state. She began to tremble and proceeded to let out a small cry, releasing the tears she was holding in and placing her head in the crook of his neck. He began to slowly rub her back and coo in her ear to calm her down.

“Woah Y/N, that’s not what I was doing my love. Of course I want to have sex with you and show you how much I love you, but right now if definitely not the time. You don’t owe me anything, especially not your virginity, I love you whether we have sex or not. Just come here, try to stay calm and breathe babe,” Asher cooed as he let Y/N sob into his neck. He continued to rub her back, knowing that the only way she was going to progress towards success was by letting her release all of her emotions appropriately and he continued to coo in her ear until she began to calm down. His shirt was absolutely drenched in her tears, however eventually, she had stopped crying, pulling away to look at her boyfriend before she took a deep breath and began to speak.

“I’m sorry Asher I-” she began before he cut her off.

“Y/N, no apologizing please. Are you okay? What do you need me to do right now to make you feel safe and comfortable?” he asked in a soft tone. She put all her focus into taking nice, big, deep breaths as he continued to rub her back until he was given any sort of direction from her.

“Just lay here with me and hold onto my tightly, don’t let go until I fall asleep,” Y/N responded in a calm tone. Asher happily positioned himself so that their bodies were in the perfect position, he wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as she sighed in relief, giving him the impression that this was perfect; they laid there peacefully and quietly until they both snoozed off.

The following morning, Y/N woke up alone in Asher’s bed, knowing he was downstairs making her breakfast; he knew she hasn’t been getting a lot of sleep due to her anxiety and knew she would appreciate catching up on her sleep. She sat up on his bed and stretched, rolling onto the other side of the bed to check her phone; as expected, she had a text from Laura telling her that Billy and Jordan had filled her in on what was going on and reminded her that she was so loved in their family. She smiled, knowing that she had a wonderful family that will help her through this and an even more amazing boyfriend what would be by her side through all of the struggles. She shot a quick text back to her mom thanking her, just as Asher came around the corner with 2 plates of breakfast, placing one in front of Y/N. She noticed that her plate had a tad less food on it than his, which didn’t cause her much anxiety given the fact that she didn’t finish all of her food the previous night. He sat next to her on the bed and watched in awe as his girlfriend was eating, free of any nervous expression and looking like she was actually enjoying the food. He stayed quiet and let her enjoy her meal in peace before he spoke up.

“So your dad called me … you know that this means you’re going to have to call your therapist and start seeing him on a regular basis again right?” Asher said as his girlfriend took a sharp breath in. Demon #3: speaking to a therapist for the first time and admitting what you had was a depressive breakdown. She knew that this was coming, she just didn’t realize it would be so soon; Asher picked up on her body language and gently kissed her cheek while moving her chin with his finger so that she was facing him.

“You know that I’m here baby, you don’t need to go through this alone. I promise I will be here for you to make sure you take that little pill every day … hell I’ll even drive you to all of your appointments if I have to. Whatever it will take to help you get through this,” he said in a soothing tone. Y/N had to admit that he was taking this much better than she thought he was going to, and she kept hoping that he was going to genuinely keep his word to her about being there through all of this.

“I’m going to call them on Monday and make the appointment,” she replied in a low voice, resulting in a grin being plastered on his face. Asher slowly closed the gap between the two of them, bringing his lips to hers and caressing her cheek with one hand, while the other snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer. He couldn’t help but fall in love with her even more each time she found a new demon to battle and knowing that with all the love and support she was receiving from her family she was more than capable of beating them.

“Y/N, if you ever feel like you don’t trust yourself to be alone please call me. I don’t care if it’s 3am on a school night, if you don’t feel safe being alone I will come and get you, or I’ll stay on the phone with you as long as you need to me. I’ve said it 100 times and I’ll say it again, I love you so much it hurts, and I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Asher replied giving her a kiss on the forehead and holding her close. It still absolutely broke his heart that she had been going through this for weeks without anyone knowing and she was still too scared to tell her own family that she self-harmed; but he made her a promise and he fully intended on keeping it.

Throughout the day, Y/N’s mood seemed to improved little by little, although it wasn’t exactly where Asher wanted it to be, he was still thankful that Y/N was trying her best. The couple had just decided to lounge around Asher’s place, listening to slow music and enjoying each other’s company while Y/N opened up to her boyfriend a little bit more about what had been going on with the depression. He was extremely proud of her for finally opening up to him about her situation and he was grateful that she trusted him enough to come to him so he could support her. The couple was currently dancing around his kitchen, being natural and goofy like they always were.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I invited JJ, Spencer and Jordan over to hang out with us for a little bit later on tonight … if you don’t want them coming I can tell them not to,” Asher mentioned while he and Y/N were cooking dinner. Demon #4: returning to socialization with your friends after you have a depressive breakdown. Although this made Y/N nervous, she knew that it was something that had to be done in order to get her back on the right track with her mental health; she nodded her head and pulled her boyfriend in for a loving kiss, when they head the doorbell ring.

“Speak of the devils,” Y/N joked with a smile. Asher reciprocated the smile as he went to the door to greet his 3 best friends. Obviously JJ pulled her in for a friendly hug and made some kind of joke about how he feels like he hasn’t seen her in a while, not knowing the real reason; mind you, Y/N wasn’t ready for anyone else except for her family and Asher to know what was happening. The boys had skipped along into the kitchen and sat down, however, Jordan stayed behind and had a proud look on his face.

“I’m glad this happened Y/N. I’m proud of you for being honest with Asher about what was going on and you know we’re all going to be here with you when you battle this disease again … no matter how many times your depression comes back, we’re here for you,” Jordan said in a small voice so no one else would hear their conversation. She gave her brother a hug, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ and letting a couple of tears fall from her eyes. She gave him a smile as she pulled away and quickly wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath, and joining the boys at the table outside.

As Y/N laughed at one of the lousy jokes JJ made, Asher couldn’t take his eyes off her and was genuinely happy to see her laughing and having a good time, even though he knew that this boost in energy and confidence wouldn’t last all that long; he was just happy that in that moment, she was truly enjoying herself. He knew that helping her battle her depression was going to be an uphill battle and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was planning on sticking to his word and staying by her side through this fight. He knew that his life wouldn’t be the same without her and all he wanted was for her to be better so they could move on to the next chapter of their lives together. All he wanted to do was help her beat this because he loved her, and he would do anything to prove to her that he was here to stay, no matter what it took.

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mingkiss · 3 years

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Ateez Reaction: You looking like a five course meal

Request: Hii how about an Ateez Reaction or Scenario🥴idk what to call it, of your outfit being 👩🏽‍🍳💋 *chefs kiss* immaculate, aand maybe even the rest of the boys notice👀👉🏽👈🏽 if not that is also a-okay byeee🧡

Genre: Fluff (some suggestive)

A/N: Squealing at my first request omg <33 Reactions are so tough to write wow I never realized lmao. I tried to be as detailed with their personalities as I could, I hope you like it babies, please enjoy <33

HongJoong:

Does a double take as soon as his eyes land on you.

He scans you head to toe, and appreciates every little outfit detail that you worked on.

Might be blushing, but doesn’t hold back from complimenting you. A little blush never stopped some good ol’ shameless flirting. And our Hongjoong is an ace at it.

You might get surprised at how he notices even your nail colour or little earring stud that you brought together to complete your outfit.

Literally cannot stop hovering around you.

You catch him biting his lips just as his eyes snap away from your ass and gives you a sneaky wink in return.

Is trying to subtly tell everyone else to leave so he can be alone with you. Gets super frustrated when no one catches on to his hints.

When everyone finally leaves, “Look at how long I had to wait, now come here and let me see those clothes properly.”

Seonghwa:

Would want to eat you alive right there on the spot.

Absolutely cannot take his eyes off you

Suddenly gets super possessive when he notices the other members appreciating your look.

Tries to downplay it but is always near you and touching you, his hand is always resting on your thigh. His aura will give off intense territorial vibes.

So cocky about it too

Whispers in your ear “Did you dress up this nicely just to tease daddy?”

Absolutely loves seeing you blush at his words.

Makes a mental note to ask you to dress like this more often when you come see him.

Yunho:

Shy baby 1/3

Eyes grow wide for a second or two as he takes you in, super flustered by how beautiful you look.

Stumbles over his words as he tries to compliment you.

“Y/N, you look so.. i mean... those jeans really.. wow.”

Is very turned on.

The others notice how he can’t stop staring at you so they tease him and he starts blushing harder and pushes them away with an embarrassed but cute af smile

Might also ask you to tell him next time you dress up so he can do a matching couple look with you.

But his cute behaviour is in complete contrast to the hungry look in his eyes.

He’s trying to be polite and fun with the others around, but as soon as you two are alone, he comes up behind you and caresses the corner of your top asking “So, how many more outfits like this are you hiding from me?”

Yeosang:

Smirks

Is not all over you but you can feel his gaze on you at all times.

Admires you from a distance.

Don’t worry he’ll definitely compliment you in private.

But you can still tell he’s impressed just from a certain mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Might secretly text you some suggestive stuff with the boys around and see you blush when you read it.

“That top looks so good on you, but it’d look even better on my floor.”

Silently bides his time till everyone leaves and then he’ll come up to you and slide his fingers up the side of your jeans to your waist “Who did you dress up this pretty for?”

You know what answer to give ;)

San:

Would want to eat you alive right there on the spot PART 2

He’d be so attracted to you at that moment, you could literally see the sexual frustration dripping off him.

His heated gaze NEVER drops off you. It’s like you can feel them sear into you. Silent but intense attention.

If he’s standing next to you, he’s definitely going to be so cheeky. Will sneakily grab your ass and give it a squeeze. Devilish smirk when you look at him in surprise.

“What else did you expect coming here looking like this?”

When he sees the other members also eyeing your outfit, it actually makes him even more cocky knowing he has such a hot partner next to him.

Cannot WAIT to get you alone in his room so he can show you just how much he likes your outfit.

Mingi:

Shy baby 2/3

Cheeks hurt from smiling so much

Is trying so hard to hide the fact that he’s swooning, but you can tell so clearly from his face.

Is very shy of coming near you cause his cheeks might burn from the blushing.

But he calms himself “I am cool guy”. The king of fake it till you make it.

Might possibly throw the most cheesiest lines your way

“Do you know what else might look good on you? Me.”

You cringe but you can’t help giggling at his adorable confidence. He just knows how to make you laugh even at the cost of his dignity.

Wooyoung:

Might not even notice your outfit for the first few minutes.

When you come in, he just kisses you on the cheek and then continues talking to the others.

It’s when you clear your throat and he finally turns around towards you fully, that he notices how gorgeous you look.

Immediately compliments you, unfiltered “Yah! You look so good wtf, where did you get these clothes?”

“Oh these were just some old stuff I found lying-”

“Oh? Old stuff? Or did you wear them to get my attention?” his lips would whisper near your ear as he teases you.

He’d love how your cheeks flush with colour from his words.

With a cocky wink, he’d walk away to the others, leaving you wanting more from him, and after everyone leaves, you definitely would.

Jongho:

Shy baby 3/3

Is completely blown away by your beauty.

You can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to understand the situation and how to respond.

His eyes dart towards the other members as he tries to get some hints from them so he can respond in the best way.

In Jongho’s brain, when in doubt, throw some puns “Are you a campfire, cause you’re hot and I want s’more” with the straightest face possible.

The boys collectively walk away in horrified silence while you’re left giggling.

He knows you love his dry puns so when you hug him in response, he immediately kisses the top of your head with the biggest smile. “But seriously, you look gorgeous, pls donate your style to me”

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12tardis · 4 years

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Shy Smiles (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: none Requested: Yes! Lovely anon said ‘could you pretty please write a fic with Newt where it's just like a lot of fluff and shy smiles and looking at each other with the reader with loving eyes, maybe staying up till late just reading and whispering shy words of love, and holding hands, holding each other’. Anon, I’m sorry it took me longer than expected I hope you got through the uni week okay! You GOT this!

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Super short and sweet fluff drabble. The reader has always been the confident and affectionate one in the friendship but once their official relationship is established the tables turn. A/N: Thank you to lovely anon for the request I hope you’re feeling better! I’m sorry I took a while to write it I had a not-so-nice endo ep this week which left me falling asleep literally every time I sat down to write. I’m emotional AF this week. Uni is hard! I hope you enjoy and please send me more requests x

Words: 2,534

Newt looked down at you curiously where you where curled up next to him on the couch, leaning on him just slightly and looking incredibly uncomfortable perched so precariously next to him. You were trying to give him personal space while at the same time resting your head on his shoulder as he read to you, his arm slung lazily over your shoulder. In truth you hadn’t really been paying much attention to the story at all because you were so hyper aware of Newt’s body pressed against yours and trying not to come across as too clingy. And you may have also been slightly distracted by the colour of his eyes in the afternoon sun.

Newt flicked his eyes away from you with a shy smile when he noticed your staring, continuing to read the book he had balanced in his right hand, subtly sliding his other hand from around your shoulder and to your waist. He let out a grunt when you suddenly jerked in response to his touch, elbowing him in the ribs hard enough for him to be momentarily winded.

“Oh my god, Newt I’m so sorry! Oh god I’m sorry are you okay?!”, you gasped, flapping your arms around in a panic before your hands were suddenly cupping his cheeks and Newt leant into your touch , catching his breath again.

“Y/N, it’s okay”, he smiled, blushing lightly when you set your hands on his chest in an attempt to soothe the spot you’d struck him. He shivered slightly at the way your hands slid across his pecs and over his ribs in your flustered state “Y/N, I’m okay!” , he repeated, letting out a breathy laugh as he lay his hands over yours, gently gripping your wrists in his large calloused hands.

It had been nearly 2 weeks since the day Newt had suddenly confessed his love for you and you had kissed him in response and thus your official relationship had began and he was still over the moon.

In your years of friendship you had been the more tactile and comfortable out of the two of you. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to to see you both hand in hand as you strolled around the castle. Or to find you perched upon Newt’s lap as you read a book aloud for the both of you or to find you sat with Newt’s head resting in your lap with your fingers tangled in his hair. And it definitely wasn’t unusual to see you both gazing at one another when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You’d both ignored everyone’s constant teasing over the years because it was blatantly clear to everyone else that you two were in love. Never ‘just friends’.

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It was towards the end of your second year at Hogwarts and you were stood in front of a very flustered looking Newt, waiting patiently for him to continue his story.

“W-we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I just thought well-I thought you might like to see ”, Newt stuttered, his gaze darting around wildly as he started to fidget with his sleeves. He thought you might like to see the baby Pygmy Puff that he’d recently found but now he was stood in front of you he was worried he might scare off his one true friend.

You’d been incredibly accepting of his interest in magical creatures and you’d listened to many of his stories in rapt interest but he knew it was an entirely different thing to be faced with one of the creatures in the flesh.

You smiled gently at Newt, making sure you gave him the time to finish talking without interrupting him and when he finally finished rambling you took his hand in your own as if you’d done it a dozen times before. “I’d love to see your new Pygmy Puff, Newt.” you murmured gently, squeezing his hand.

Newt’s eyes widened, his gaze transfixed on your hand wrapped around his and he felt the all too familiar blush in his cheeks, eventually gazing back at you, a wide smile breaking across his own face. Your hand seemed to fit so perfectly in his own. So naturally.

He pulled you out of the common room and through the corridors, the smile never leaving his cheeks and he didn’t let go of your hand once that afternoon.

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Your 3rd year found you standing in front of Newt with your hand cocked on your hip as you raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re in my seat,” you said disapprovingly.

You’d been sat beside him in the Hufflepuff common room reading through your shared notes for Potions together in preparation for your exam the following day and Newt had obnoxiously taken your seat when you’d left to go to the bathroom.

Newt just smiled back at you smugly and shrugged “it’s my seat now. It’s quite comfortable. And much warmer here by the fire. I can’t believe I’ve settled for that seat all this time,” he teased, trying not to laugh when he saw the pinch of irritation appear on your face.

“Newt move!”, you huffed, folding your arms like a petulant child and glaring at him when he only laughed and gestured to his lean body “make me”.

And you glared at him challengingly for a moment more before you shrugged and smirked slowly “Fine! If you want to be like that I guess we can share,” you said before you sat yourself down sideways in his lap without warning, biting back your own laughter at the scandalised look on his face.

Newt threw his hands up in surprise, his cheeks growing hot as he stuttered in response “Y/N w-what are you doing?”,he breathed out as his heart thumped heavily in his chest.

You just smiled in response and stretched your legs out across the couch where he would usually be sat, slinging one arm around his shoulders for balance and picking your notes back up with your other, starting to read them exactly where you’d left off.

Newt found his arm coming to rest around your back on its own accord as he gazed up at you, his lips slightly parted and he knew then that he stood no chance in that exam the next day because the only thoughts in his head right now were all you.

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In your 6th year you were spending a weekend of your two week Spring break at the Scamander house as it had become tradition over the last couple of years.

The Scamander family was very accustomed to having you around by now. Newt’s parents were always glad to see the happiness that bubbled up in their youngest son at your presence and Theseus was just glad to have you around because it meant that for once Newt wasn’t rambling on to him about you. Instead he was rambling to you. And even he had to admit that it made him happy to see his brother so at peace.

Theseus had been sent to call you both for afternoon tea and he wandered out into the backyard, expecting to find you both in Newt’s shack when he stopped in his tracks. You were sitting under the cherry blossom tree, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and Newt was sprawled out across the grass with his head in your lap, half asleep with his eyes closed as you brushed your fingers through his hair slowly.

Theseus raised his eyebrows in surprise as he took in the sight of you smiling adoringly down at his younger brother and the the way Newt looked so relaxed there in your arms. It clearly wasn’t a new position for the two of you. He smiled softly to himself and turned around carefully, slipping back into the house as quietly as he could so as not to disturb the two of you.

“They said they’re not hungry just yet.” Theseus called to his mother as he stepped back into the house.

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You had always been the first one to initiate almost all physical contact during your days at Hogwarts but ever since that fateful day 2 weeks ago it was as if the roles had been completely reversed.

Suddenly you were a stuttering, flustered mess, barely able to touch Newt without tripping over your words and Newt found it to be utterly adorable and endearing though he was hoping you would get over your nerves soon enough because he really really missed the way you used to cuddle him without hesitation.

“Can we...maybe take this to your bedroom?”, you suggested, nodding towards his room that was just down the hallway and slapping a hand over your face when you realised what you’d said “n-not like that! I just- I just meant we could lay down there and stretch out because-because you look so uncomfortable squished on the couch like this and I just elbowed you and oh my god I’ve just completely ruined the mood”, you whined, covering your face in embarrassment as you willed the ground to swallow you whole.

Newt’s eyes had grown to the size of saucers when you first spoke and he could have sworn his heart actually skipped a beat but then you were sitting there panicking and looking so bloody adorable he was certain his heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N...” he murmured with a small amused smile, waiting patiently when you kept rambling “Y/N”, he tried again and eventually reached out to pull your hands away from your face.

“I knew what you meant”, he smiled softly, doing his best to keep the amusement off his face because the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you further. He pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle and hopefully soothing kiss to the back of it as you watched him shyly, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Come on then”, he murmured, pulling you in the direction of his bedroom and feeling his own nerves start to grow again as he gingerly climbed onto his bed, shuffling over to make room for you. His own nerves were running rampant but he decided to be brave for you, knowing one of you needed to take initiative if you were ever going to get past this awkward phase.

You sat down carefully on the end of Newt’s bed as you looked around the room taking it in properly for the first time, avoiding looking at your boyfriend as you tried to calm your nerves. You tipped your head aside curiously when you spotted a beautiful white and purple flecked orchid sitting on the window sill by his bed and you shuffled towards it, gently brushing your fingers along the petals of the flower in awe. “Did you know some people consider the orchid to be the most beautiful flower in the world?”, you murmured, your nerves momentarily forgotten as you gazed at the elegant flower.

“I know”, Newt murmured softly, watching you fondly as he leant in close to you “it reminded me of you,” he whispered, gazing down at you with a shy smile. You sucked in a quick breath as you took in his words “oh, you mean-“, you flushed when you found his face right in front of yours, seeing the pure adoration and love in his eyes as he nodded at you.

“Yes. I remember you telling me that in school and I remember thinking it was funny because I always thought of you and the first time I ever saw you smile when I saw the flowers in the Greenhouses”, he admitted, humming in surprise when you were suddenly kissing him.

You gripped the front of his shirt as you kissed him firmly, your cheeks warm as your heart thumped erratically in your chest. Newt sighed softly against your lips and gently cupped your cheek in response, moving his lips against yours delicately, unwittingly pouting just slightly when you pulled back from him.

“Merlin Newt, you can’t just say things like that, it’s not good for my heart,” you grumbled, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

Newt chuckled softly, his hand flying up to brush his fingers through your hair on its own accord “you are my heart”, he whispered, relishing the way you nestled your face into his neck shyly.

“Newwwwwwt”, you whined to which he hummed, leaning back and slipping his fingertips under your chin to tip your face back up towards him.

“What? I mean it. I love you Y/N. More than anything else in this world. I know you’re nervous about us now that we’ve finally put our feelings out there but I don’t want you to worry. Nothing between us has to change. It can be just like it was before just...just with kisses”, Newt murmured with a slight blush of his own, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

You listened to him carefully, taking in his sincere expression and the look of love and understanding in his eyes and you found yourself nodding along, laying your hand over his and threading your fingers together “I’m sorry I just...I’ve been kinda stressed about not wanting to make you feel pressured. Or be annoying and clingy. I mean I know I’ve always been clingy and overly touchy and affectionate with you but now it’s different I just worry about...about scaring you off.”, you admitted softly, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I’ve always cherished your touch, Y/N. That hasn’t changed and that will never change. You know I’ve always struggled with physical affection with everybody else. I’ve always felt honoured by your affection. You can make my entire day with one single hug.“ Newt squeezed your hands firmly in his own as he leant forward pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head. “Please believe me when I say I’ve never thought you to be clingy.”

You wrapped your arms around him tightly and pushed him back onto the bed, laying your head on his chest and claiming your spot nestled in his arms, tangling your legs with his and looking up at him. “I love you too. Even more than my plants.”, you whispered, smiling adoringly back at him though your heart was still beating erratically in your chest.

Newt made a noise of surprise when you suddenly pinned him back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you instinctively as he felt himself blush from your close proximity. It was entirely a new sensation to hold you in his arms in his bed and he adored it already. “More than your plants?” He teased, rubbing small circles onto your back.

“Yes and I’ll love you even more if you read to me again”, you murmured, holding the book from earlier up to his face and Newt laughed taking it from your hands before he did just like that. And you lay there, resting on his chest and gazing up at him with a dopey smile on your face as you listened to the rumble of his voice in his chest combined with his steady heart beat and eventually falling asleep just like that.

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Comfort and Moving Forward - Jeff Atkins

Synopsis;

Jeff has to watch his dear friend suffer from Justins’ actions, all whilst hoping that she would notice her worth. And him.

Warnings: Angsty af. Fluffff. Mentions of cheating (past relationship). Language. Cute ass Jeff. Super cheesy, cliché plot line *eye roll*

Words: 2,711

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x reader, Justin Foley x reader (past relationship)

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"So wait, you really said that?"

"Like I said. I. GOOGLED. EVERYTHING. How do you expect me to ignore Google?"

Y/N threw her head back with laughter as Tony and she walked down the hallways of Liberty High, drawing the attention of their peers. Taking deep breaths of air to help calm her down, she shook her head and patted her friend on the shoulder, slowing to look at him. "You're possibly the dumbest person I've ever met!"

"But I'm your favourite!" Jeff exclaimed proudly, a smug look plastered across his face.

"Hmm, I dunno about that..." Y/N trailed off, a feigned look of contemplation crosses her features as she rubs her chin, in false deep thought. "I think I like Jensen better."

Jeff stops dead in his tracks as he grasps at his chest, imitating hurt and heartbreak. "How dare you? I'm extremely offended Y/N/N. I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

A smile soon breaks across his face as he slings his arm across her shoulder and chuckles, pulling her close into his side. "You're lucky I love you." He makes kissy faces down towards her, making her face scrunch up in insincere disgust.

Y/N scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes as she jabs her finger gently into his ribs. "Sure am, dumbass."

They proceed to make their way their way out of the school and towards Jeff's car in the parking lot continuing to softly chuckle at the exchange when Y/N perks up, hearing the familiar roaring, boisterous laugh and an airy, girlish giggle carry through the air, making her fall behind Jeff and look around to find the owner.

Jeff noticed the sudden absence of his friend next to him and turns back towards her noticing she's staring of to the side, a mixture of sadness, longing and anger across her features. He takes note of the direction she's looking in and turns his attention to find the source of Y/N's rapid change in mood and behaviour. Once he laid his eyes upon the couple several parking spaces away, laughing loudly together with numerous jocks on either side of them, showing an excessive amount of PDA, Jeff understood immediately and swiftly moved to collect Y/N.

Once reaching his sullen friend, he wrapped his arm around her securely, pulling her along to his car to get in and flee from the scene that was playing out in front of them. Y/N hadn't even realised she was crying until Jeff reached a hand up to her face to wipe away fallen tears soaking the skin of her cheek in salty streams. He smoothed her hair down at the back of her head as he whispered words of comfort to her, in hopes of calming her down.

Finally buckled up within the confined of the vehicle, Y/N releases a long, shaky sign as her eyes screw shut tightly, trying to control her breathing and not break down into sobs.

"Fuck Justin, okay? He's not worth it." Jeff tries to improve his friends glum spirit. "Hey, wanna sleepover? We haven't had one in forever and I really do need to catch up with The Punisher. Plus, I think we both could do with not giving a shit what we eat right now." He throws her a mischievous grin.

She gives him a small smile and nods her head softly, not trusting her voice at that current moment.

Giving her a one last glance from the edge of his peripheral vision, he turned on the engine and left the schools premises. _______________

With Y/N's parents away for the weekend, the house is empty and quiet, perfect for using the living room for their marathon. After unlocking her front door, Jeff hastily speeds past her and places the bags full of junk food on to the coffee table before sprinting upstairs, readying his arms for the mountain of pillows and blankets he will soon wrestle with to get downstairs.

Y/N watches in slight amusement at her best friend preparing anything and everything needed to comfort her and make her happy. She smiles softly as she kicks her shoes off before lazily making her way up to her bedroom to get changed into her warm and inviting sleepwear, which includes one of the many sweatshirts she's stolen from her frantic friend who's still setting everything up.

She's always adored Jeff, quite frankly was in love with him for the longest time, but as he got his first load of girlfriends in high school, she became disheartened and locked away all hope she could possibly have. She could never believe someone as amazing as Jeff could reciprocate her feelings. plus, she never wanted to endanger her friendship with Jeff, she would break if he was no longer in her life, discouraging her further from admitting her feeling to the baseball player.

When Justin came along one day and asked her out on a date to the movies, she was quite shocked but extremely thankful in a way as she could use the distraction to take her mind away from Jeff. The date went well and soon, multiple others occurred, leading to the two to finally become a couple.

Y/N genuinely fell for the boy and she thought he fell just as hard for her but those thoughts soon diminished once she had witnessed her now ex-boyfriend make out with Jessica Davis, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty, 3 weeks ago. Y/N and Jess weren't best friends of anything but they were civil enough to be considered acquaintances who occasionally hung around the same people.

She had voiced concerns to Justin himself about his friendliness towards the girl but he always dismissed it and said that he loved her and only her. Oh, how right she was to have her doubts.

Justin Foley had well and truly broken the poor girl.

'Was I not good enough?'.....'Am I not pretty enough?'.....'Did I bore him?'.....'What does Jessica have that I don't?'.....'Didn't I show him how much I love him enough?'.....

'Did he ever love me?'.....

She luckily had Jeff who was always there for her. He had shut down every doubt and nasty, self-deprecating thought that damaged her confidence and self-esteem. He would go to the ends of the Earth just to see her happy, even if he was miserable for the rest of his life.

When Y/N and Justin started dating, Jeff was absolutely devastated. He felt heartbroken but it all felt bittersweet when he realised how happy Justin was making his precious Y/N. He wanted time and time again for it to be him to be making her so happy and full of joy, but he never had the gall to state how her felt as he too was scared of ruining what they had.

And with that, he would suffer the consequences of his lack of courage and be subjected to watch his one true soulmate be with him.

"Will you bloody calm down Jeff! I'm getting exhausted just from fucking watching you!"

He exhales a chuckle as he makes his last trip consisting of covers down the stairs. "I just wanna get to eating and cuddling with my favourite." He grinned at her whilst sending her a cheeky wink.

She looked down as she felt her face flush with colour, tinging the tips of her ears and full cheeks pink. "Shut up." She mumbled quietly in reply, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, forming a small smile to grace her features.

He smiles at her, eyes filled with adoration, absorbing the breath taking sight of his best friend that he was completely and utterly in love with. "I'm gonna go change. I'm pretty sure you left some sweatpants here from last time. I could find them and bring them down for you after I'm done, if you like."

"Yeah, sure." He gave her another small smile and a chaste kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs.

Her blush intensified as he left from the small display of affection. She walked leisurely into her room, quickly finding her sleepwear and stripping of her day clothes. As she changes, she looks over towards her once fully made bed to now see nothing but a mattress, noting the lack of pillows and covers. She releases a breathy giggle, imagining what she ever did right to deserve someone as amazing, kind, caring and special as Jeff.

Y/N's smile started to widen once her thoughts drifted back to Jeff, with his stupid, perfect face. She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts and finished slipping into her more comfortable clothing.

She dug through her draws, soon finding a pair of darkish grey sweatpants and a navy t-shirt. Collecting them into her arms, she flounces down the stairs to be met with a lounging Jeff surrounded by food, blankets and enough pillows to fill a warehouse. She lets out a snort causing Jeff's attention to be instantly directed towards the girl and a wide yet playful grin to cross his face. "Took you long enough."

"Ha ha." Y/N replies in a sarcastic tone then proceeds to throw the clothing towards the sluggish lounger taking up the couch.

A quiet ‘oof‘ escaped his lips as the clothing hit the intended target that is his face. He removes the clothing from upon his head and his smile falters for a millisecond before turning into a prideful smirk, taking his bottom lip in-between his pearly whites, raking his eyes over her form. "Nice sweatshirt you got there."

"Shut up. It looks better on me anyways." She playfully retorts back at him to distract him from the item of clothing in question and the painfully obvious blush creeping back on to her cheeks.

"That I can agree on." He stands and smugly struts towards the bathroom to go change. As he walks away, he playfully pinches her hip before speaking again. "Why don't you set up the T.V. ready."

Once he's disappeared around the corner and the door to the bathroom can heard closing, Y/N releases a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Walking towards the couch, fumbling with the ends of the shirt she wears, she sits down and reaches for the remote, readying Netflix and bringing up The Punisher for the marathon to begin.

A mere 2 minutes pass before Jeff returns, clad in his sweats and shirt. He plops himself on top of the couch and impossibly close to Y/N, bringing an arm to rest behind her as he pulls a blanket over with the other. Once fully settled into their mountain of comfort, Jeff finally grabs the T.V. remote and presses play.

"Buckle up baby, it's gonna be a long night."

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Through out each and every episode, Y/N couldn't help but let her mind wander and swim with thoughts, not truly paying attention to whatever Frank Castle is doing on screen.

'Was I really a terrible girlfriend?'...….'Should I be happy it's over?'...….'What's with all of Jeff's playful flirting?'...….'It's totally not flirting, right?'...….'He definitely does not like me like that'...….'Is it too soon to be thinking about Jeff like this?'...….

Y/N was so busy drowning in her own thoughts, she hadn't realised that Jeff has been trying to get her attention for the past few minutes nor that her eyes had glazed over and let slip a few salty tears. What truly broke her out of her revere was the gentle cupping of her cheek in a large, calloused hand wiping said tears with gentle strokes of the thumb.

She looked up through her long, delicate eyelashes and glassy irises to be met with the concerned gaze of Jeff. He had a sad smile on his face as he began to speak. "What's wrong Y/N/N?"

That's all it took for the dam to break and her body was wracked with sobs. Jeff brought her head towards his chest, burying her face into his shirt as he held her tightly, kissing the crown of her hair and cooing softly, telling her it's okay, that he's there and that he isn't leaving.

She bawled up his shirt tightly into her shaky hands, knuckles turning white, as her body trembled next to his. "wh-why wasn't....I-I-I g-good enough...?" Her voice broken, stuttering and hiccupping through her sentence, choking on her gut wrenching sobs and dry lump in her throat.

His heart broke watching the girl he loved look so fragile and in a state of distraught. He feels a knot in his chest tightening, the guilt that feels taking over. 'If only I had told her, she wouldn't have ended up hurt by him'. He takes fault in not having the courage to tell her his feelings before Justin got to her. If he had, she wouldn't have had her heart broken by some asshole who barely treated her right in the first place.

As he beats and berates his self on the inside, he exudes a strong and calming façade, trying to project any form of happiness on to her in the hopes she finds comfort.

"It's him who wasn't good enough. NEVER say you aren't good enough." She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head and sniffling. "Th-then why'd he d-do it...?"

"Because he's a fucking asshole who never deserved you. He could never, in a million years, ever treat you how you rightly deserved to be treated. You're absolutely perfect and it kills me when you belittle yourself like that Y/N.

You're so beautiful. I could travel to any and every place on Earth and I could never find anything more beautiful than you. You're smart, kind, caring, compassionate, kinda a dork but there isn't a single thing I would change about you because I have and always will love you for who you are when you're yourself."

By this point, she's looking up at him with wide eyed, cheeks stained with dry tears, lips parted in shock.

He brings his hand up to reattach to her cheek, cupping it gently as he leans forward, resting his forehead against her, noses lightly touching. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N and I wish you could see just how much."

In a surge of confidence and possibly fear, she closes the gap between them and crashes her lips on to his. She tugs at his shirt to bring him impossibly closer as their lips mould together perfectly. They relish on the feeling of their lips against the other.

All too soon, they reluctantly pull away, the need for oxygen too much. Leaning their foreheads back on to one another's, they heavily pant for breath, staring into each others eyes with what only could be described and love, lust, adoration and awe.

"I love you, Jeff." She whispers breathlessly, afraid that if she spoke any louder, all the air will rush out of her lungs, scared the moment would be over and a harsh reality would crash over her.

"I love you, Y/N." Although, as Jeff whispers just as quietly and just as breathless as her, she smiled at the realisation that this could possibly the beginning of something wonderful.

"I think I may be over him." A chuckle rumbles in Jeff's chest.

"I sure hope so, otherwise this is gonna be really fucking awkward and I didn't even need to Google that to know so." She giggles and projects a beaming smile. "I get that you might still need time but, I'd love if you would be my girlfriend and let me take you out on an actual date?" He smiled sheepishly as he asked.

His sheepish smile soon turned into an over ecstatic grin as she nodded her head furiously at him instantly. She stretched her neck up and kissed his cheek gently then settled back into the couch, snuggling into his side. He smiled down towards her and places a sweet, chaste kiss on her hairline before turning his attention back to the television screen, bringing her closer into his embrace.

Words couldn't truly describe their feelings in the moment but as Y/N and Jeff continued to cuddle, watching The Punisher with cheek splitting grins etched on to their faces, there was a sense of serenity and safety surrounding them. They felt at peace in each others arms.

Happy, content and at peace.

_______________ . . . . . I really hope you like this I mean, it's my third fic so don't expect my ideas or plot to be exceeding your expectations, yanno lmao Any and all constructive criticism is welcomed as always and I really do look forward to hopefully receiving some requests (I may actually know what I'm doing then) If you enjoyed this, please don't forget to press that lil like button as it could really help me out :D

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anika-ann · 3 years

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Warm Up My Heart

(...So It Never Gets Cold Again)

Type: One-shot to a series (part 1 & part 2), Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2500

Summary: Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Boy wants to propose soon… boy slips. You know the drill. In which Tony builds a training super-bot, Steve gets a boo-boo and the rest is history.

Warnings: mild injury and violence, swearing, cheesy af fluff

A/N: There weren’t al that many of you reading this series, but since it’s a rewrite/editing stuff for me (something I have time for), I’m bringing it back! I’ve been neglecting it long enough...

Series masterlists (aka previous parts) linked above

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“Captain America’s been brought to his knees. They found his weak spot and he went down all too easily for the world’s first superhero; literally crumbled on the ground, unable to get back up-“

Steve groaned, miserable and extremely annoyed at the same time, and you chuckled, which earned you a wounded look from the supersoldier.

You retreated from his right foot to muffle the sound escaping your mouth with you palm. You couldn’t help it; as much as you felt sorry for Steve, troubled by the fact he was in pain, you knew it wasn’t serious and Tony’s dramatic commentary was just too hilarious.

“Tony, just leave him be. And stop making me laugh,” you pleaded, suddenly back to seriousness. This was no fun; you did need to concentrate. “I might as well freeze his foot off if you keep distracting me.”

It was the truth; you had spent the past minutes trying to cool down Steve’s ankle, which had been sprained. All three of you were now in one of the training rooms of the compound, you and Steve sitting on a bench, while Tony hovered above you. Steve’s leg was resting over your knees, so you could reduce the swelling before it could fully develop.

The injury was totally Tony’s fault.

Being the generous friend and maniac he was, he had invented a special kind of a training super-bot – which had earned him both sharp glares and amused looks. It wasn’t half bad; it actually was a fair competition for Steve, which was saying something. It probably had something to do with the fact Tony had seen Steve in action more than a few times, learning his fighting style; programming his knowledge into the software of the bot meant one less advantage for Steve. Plus, Tony had used some special enforced material-

-which was exactly the problem. It was enforced; too much. And not enough.

When Steve kicked with his full strength, his foot had just… pretty much stuck in the robot’s torso. He had been lucky it hadn’t torn his flesh off and he had ended up only like this – with sprained ankle and few deep scratches which had already stopped bleeding. Incredibly lucky even considering that his instinct had been to get his foot out immediately, so he could go on with the fight; he hadn’t been exactly gentle and patient with freeing himself. Honestly, you were surprised his limbs were still attached.

Now he couldn’t even put his full weight on his injured leg. At least the robot had helped him hobble to the bench, because between your built and Tony’s willingness to talk being way bigger than his willingness to help with Steve’s weight (muscles were heavy), Steve would be still on the ground. Well, limping uselessly on one foot anyway.

“And get me an elastic bandage. Hush! Go make yourself useful!” you ordered, directing Tony towards the door, motioning with your hand in an ‘off you go’ gesture.

“Cap, your girl is bossy and has no respect for elders,” the billionaire complained, but turned on his heels and headed to get a first aid kit. The bot stood by the end of the bench dutifully, not moving an inch.

“I beg to differ, she treats me just fine,” Steve called out after Tony, winking at you as you brought your hands back.

You focused on tuning your powers to the right temperature, hovering only few inches from his skin. You sighed when the door clicked behind Tony and went back to work.

“You okay?” you whispered, glancing up just for a moment before returning your full attention to his injury.

“I’ve had plenty of worse.”

“That’s neither an answer or comforting, you know.”

“I’m much better now,” he admitted softly and you could hear the tender smile in his voice.

It warmed your heart and filled your chest with pride. You knew he meant it as a compliment; and he was not complimenting your powers, not the tool you had been given, but he was praising you for being so skilful with it.

You managed a tiny smile. “I’m glad.”

Your mind raced as you thought of how you could make it even better. You were no doctor; you barely knew the RICE rule, of which you only had two things covered by now; Elevation and Ice. The third was on its way (hopefully, but one never knew with Tony) and the fourth was… probably out of question, because make Steve Rogers rest was way beyond anyone’s ability. You closed your eyes, focusing on the things you actually could control.

Steve apparently understood your need to concentrate, or had nothing to say, because he didn’t utter a word. But the silence was comfortable, kind even. You tried to convince yourself his eyes were roaming around the training room; in reality, you were ninety-nine percent sure he was watching you work and despite all the time spent together, all his efforts to chase your insecurities away and proving countless time that he trusted you… you felt a bit nervous.

Too small under his intense gaze, you could tell that hot blood rushed into your cheeks. It was ridiculous. And it probably made Steve’s lips curl up in a grin, because he had mentioned more than once that he found your embarrassment endearing and entirely adorable. He could always tell.

“Marry me,” he pleaded softly and the shock of those two words spoken threw you off so hard your concentration levelled to zero in an instant.

The temperature you had been treating his ankle with so carefully dropped low beyond the desired one as if you flipped a switch.

You felt the burst of energy from your hands more than you heard his pained hiss and you quickly snapped your eyes open, withdrawing your hands in one swift movement.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, staring at his foot with horror, masochistically examining the damage you had done – a frostbite no doubt, because of course you had done some serious damage-

-well… actually you hadn’t, because apparently your reflexes had improved greatly with time, but the skin had definitely less healthy colour than before and-

“Oh Steve, I am so, so sorry, I swear I didn’t meant to-“

“It’s… it’s okay,” he stuttered, sounding more embarrassed than hurting.

You were relieved; then again, when had Steve Rogers ever admitted he was in pain?

You couldn’t find yourself to look up to his face nevertheless, too horrified and scared. What have you done?

Also… what the hell had he just said? You had imagined it, right? He hadn’t… hadn’t…?

“It wasn’t your fault. That’s completely on me. You said Tony not to distract you and… I shouldn’t have— I shouldn’t have said that.“

You looked up at him, biting your lip, suddenly convinced that he actually had proposed. Just like that. You didn’t give yourself time to let it sink in or to… indulge the feeling. Because he just apologized for saying it. You would bet all your money that he did regret it now, for multiple reasons.

It kinda stung that he had confessed to it out loud, though.

Okay, fuck it, it hurt like hell, because even when you had never talked about it, it burned down your very soul that he… that he would ever regret asking.

He groaned, covering his red face with his palms.

“I---you’re… injured. Probably confused by the product of Tony’s brilliant ideas. It’s okay, let’s just… forget that, okay? We all say strange things when we’re in pain, things we regret-“

You hated that your voice trembled at the last word and Steve’s hands immediately went down, his blue eyes piercing right through yours. He seemed more horrified than you now.

“I’m sorry. That came out completely wrong. All of it. Oh god…. I do regret it, alright? I’m sorry, Snowflake. I really shouldn’t have said that. Not… not like this,” he added gently and your heart positively stopped as his gaze found you, a new twinkle in his irises.

No, there was nothing new in it. You had seen it before, occasionally. In moments that only belonged to you two, when you were alone or it felt like you were alone, the world around disappearing. When you would catch his gaze across the room while laughing with someone else. When you let your powers draw flowers on the windows of the compound, creating winter decorations that were not exactly allowed in the military space.

Admiration. Tenderness. Dedication. Love.

Your lips parted in surprise as he kept observing you, the emotions changing on your face, flashing with realization. Wait. That was… what? Your breath hitched.

Steve gave you a very nervous smile as he lifted his leg from your lap, setting it back on the ground.

“What are you-“ you snapped from your strange trance immediately, wanting to stop him from whatever he was about to do, because you weren’t finished and goddammit, he needed to keep his leg elevated-

-and not to lower himself from the bench on one knee.

Right in front of you.

As if he was proposing.

Like, really proposing.

You watched him with disbelief when he planted himself into the infamous position, injured ankle in an awkward position, and you would swear that he could hear your heartbeat echoing within the walls of the gym. You sure as hell did, your blood pounding in your ears and your head positively spinning.

You simply couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure your pupils were wide enough to reduce your irises to nothing.

Steve swallowed loudly, looking up at your face from under his eyelashes, his eyes hopeful and wide as well. At this point, you couldn’t breathe, your ribcage way too small for your swelling heart.

This was happening.

Oh shit, this was happening. Steve was… Steve was-

“Snowflake,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotions and something that you would swear was a hint of fear, “you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Whenever I’m with you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and despite your powers, your presence-- you are warm like sunshine. I love you. I love you with my whole heart and… please, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You stared at him, his eyes shining with hope, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you weren’t able to utter a single word and left him waiting for your answer.

You felt like an idiot for leaving him in anticipation and with doubts--- because you loved him. God, you loved this man so much and couldn’t even speak despite being sure with what you wanted to say more than anything.

So you blinked away the solitude tears that gathered in your eyes, because you were a regular sap, and nodded. His face lighted up like Christmas tree – no matter how cliché it sounded, it was the first analogy that came to your mind and it was very true.

Hesitant smile appeared on his lips as he stared at you with same disbelief that must have shown on you own face. “Yeah?”

You chuckled, covering your mouth with your palm before you could let out some very embarrassing sound. You nodded furiously, again and again.

“Yeah,” you breathed out finally and Steve shamelessly grabbed you and pulled you down at him. He fell on his ass, so you both basically crushed into the bench, but you couldn’t help but laugh like a madwoman as he was trying to balance the both of you, you being nestled in his lap all of sudden.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his own body, immediately freeing your hair from the messy bun you wore – just so he could nuzzle his face in it. You could feel his smile against your cheek and then he placed a quick kiss there, then lower, then on your jaw, and then finally found your lips. He kissed you, letting you taste the delight on his tongue, his breath whispering of gratitude, pleading you to say it again.

“Yes,” you repeated simply and earned another kiss, this time longer, passionate and tender, breath-taking and making you feel like flying.

The butterflies in your stomach flipped their wings like crazy – kissing Steve was always an amazing feeling, but this time… you were kissing Steve, your fiancée. He just proposed, he wanted to marry you and you were about to marry him. Excitement tingled in your fingertips, restless and wonderful and your body melted into his, wishing to just merge into one.

You only realized his body was not exactly okay when he retreated an inch, allowing you both to catch your breath and your brain to reboot. Seeing his twinkling eyes, you swallowed the question about his well-being, simply not having the heart to ruin the unexpected, peculiar and pretty magical moment. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyelids falling shut.

“That... that is not how I was planning on doing this,” he whispered, sounding a bit embarrassed, and the corners of your lips twitched, rising even higher. You hadn’t realized you had automatically started smiling the moment your lips had been freed, but apparently you had.

“Are you saying there was a plan, oh my Star-Spangled Man?” you replied with voice as soft as his, teasing him lightly.

“Uhm… I mean… I was working on it, at least. It involved having the ring actually on me instead of having it lying in our room and all that.”

The ring. The ring that was in your room at the moment. He clearly wasn’t just throwing the words around. He… he actually had been planning a proposal. You heart fluttered at the confession.

“But then Steve Rogers’ impulsiveness got in a way and… here we are,” he revealed sheepishly and you didn’t think you could be more moved.

It wasn’t just him thinking about it – it was him losing it in a moment so ordinary like this as if he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His expression turned curious and a bit confused. “Good?”

“Yeah. It’s Steve Rogers I want to marry after all.”

The most gorgeous smile appeared on his lips and you couldn’t resist – you kissed him again. A silent promise of kissing him every day for the rest of your lives.

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Tony Stark was standing behind the transparent door to the gym, facing away from the two of you, but peeking over his shoulder; an equivalent of subtlety. A grin that was not even a little silly played on his lips and he was not tearing up at all.

Who was he kidding, he was really glad he had added the AV system to his super- bot. Because the record of what definitely looked like a bit strange proposal was something he would miss greatly.

He smirked at the kit in his hand, opened the door for a slit, quietly slipped his hand in – completely unnoticed by the oblivious lovebirds – and left the supplies there.

When he closed the door again soundlessly and made his way out of the area, he couldn’t but mutter under his breath.

“About damn time, Rogers. About damn time.”

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Next series (Five Times Steve Felt Betrayed and the One Time He Felt like He Was Betraying You)

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So, I had my thoughts on some more storyline (sort of) and got to the point where I felt sorry for not coming up with a concrete plan of how a proposal implied in the next story went. I couldn’t resist and had to come up with some, because reasons.

Apparently, I’m a sucker for pain the concept of proposal going way differently than planned...

Thank you for reading... I hope your week started off well!

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #avengers au #one shot #avenger reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #melting hearts #melting hearts series #warm up my heart #anika ann

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jmnjmnjmn · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day Special | JK x Reader

Pairing: RomanticBf!Jungkook x CynicalGf!Reader

Keywords: valentine’s day, established relationship, fluff

Warnings: the reader is not Korean but speaks Korean, fluff af, swearing

Word count: around 3,500

This one was kind of rushed since I didn’t have much time to write it 😥 I hope it still is up to the usual standard and you guys enjoy it though!! I definitely did 💝 I really liked the request since much like the OC I’m not a big Valentine’s Day person. Let me know what ou think in the comments and ask tag!!

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Gliding across the uneven surface of the ice skating rink Jungkook tried to pinpoint the weird warm feeling brewing deep inside his chest. His neck hurt from twisting it every other second to stare at the girl in a long puffer coat skating hand in hand with two of her friends. He felt his heart skip a beat as he managed to steal a glance at her goddess-like face while she was readjusting her white face mask.

“If I met her during summer would I feel any different?” he wondered, trying to seem subtle in checking out the nameless beauty as she passed him by on the ice. “No, I would be charmed just as hard by her with sweat running down her forehead and a hot breeze blowing through her hair like I am now seeing her in that ridiculously big scarf wrapped around her head,” he chuckled in his head as he scanned the knitted scarf she had on. “She’s just so undeniably beautiful.”

“Fuck-” he gasped as he skated right into the plastic wall surrounding the rink.

Within seconds Jimin was at Jungkook’s side helping him up as he laughed at his friend’s clumsiness. The younger boy waved off his teasing too preoccupied with looking whether his newest crush took notice of his embarrassing fall but to his disappointment, he discovered she was nowhere to be found. Assuming she must have already left he continued to skate with his friend letting the memory of this perfect girl take the backseat in his mind.

Answering a text from one of his friends Jungkook kept his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he walked to the exit door of the skating rink. Holding the device in one hand he ran the other one through his dark locks right before he collided with someone’s back.

A high pitched yelp escaped the girl’s lips as the boy’s tall frame made contact with the back of her puffer coat. The paper cup she was holding tilted in her mitten covered hands spilling all its contents onto the ground.

“Sorry,” Jungkook whined sadly in Korean but quickly corrected himself and repeated the same word in English as he noticed who he just ran into.

“It’s okay,” the unnamed beauty from earlier answered in his native language.

Overwhelmed with the sudden proximity to his mysterious crush he found himself in and the sweet tone of her voice he let the words that came to his mind spew out of his mouth without much thought.

“You speak Korean?” he blurted out.

“Yes,” she groaned, glancing at the puddle of coffee beneath her feet. “And you spilt my drink.”

The boy’s widened eyes travelled down to the remains of the beverage and he immediately felt his cheeks burn as well as his breathing becoming more shallow.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as she looked up and into his eyes.

Her vibrant irises shined beautifully in the artificial lighting in the area surrounding the rink. Both having half of their faces hidden under their contrasting in colour face masks they couldn’t see each other’s expressions for which Jungkook was deeply thankful as his jaw dropped lower with every second he spent looking at the girl.

“Let me buy you another one,” he said, gesturing towards the stand Yn got her now gone drink from.

“That’s not what I- you don’t have to,” she stuttered out slightly taken aback by his offer.

“I insist.”

His charming smile spread from his lips to his eyes. Noticing the glimmer of hope and kindness in them Yn decided to take him up on the offer and followed him to the hot beverages stand. After Jungkook put in the order for the coffee refill he couldn’t help himself and started chatting the girl up asking all about her past, present and future, desperate to not only find out anything more about her other than the fact she was breathtakingly beautiful but also get her to give him her number.

“What do you want to do on Sunday?”

Jungkook shifted on the bed with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. Next to him, his girlfriend was frozen in a similar position. Her head was hanging low as she scrolled through her Instagram feed.

The relation between the two was rather new, they’ve only been dating for a little over two months. However, as the mid of February was coming up Jungkook couldn’t stop his mind from coming up with different scenarios on how they’ll spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

Traditionally in Korea, the love focused holidays are gender-specific. February fourteenth was for celebrating boys and the same day of March was for girls. Nevertheless, Jungkook didn’t want to wait another thirty days for a perfect excuse to have an extra romantic and cheesy date with Yn.

“I don’t know,” she murmured playing with one of the strings of her hoodie. “What do you want to do on Sunday?”

The boy smirked, taking her intonation of the words as a prompt. He set his phone down and rested his chin on her shoulder bringing his lips close to her cheek.

“Take you out somewhere fancy and spoil you all day long,” he purred before laying a quick peck on her warm skin.

“I like the sound of that,” Yn chuckled reaching her hand to intertwine with his. “Why Sunday though? Can’t we go out on Friday or something?”

“What- but Sunday is Valentine’s Day,” Jungkook stuttered surprised.

“It’s- oh, I totally forgot about that,” Yn murmured far from sounding anything close to interested.

“You forgot about Valentine’s Day?” the boy scoffed with a soft chuckle as his eyes travelled up and down his girlfriend’s profile. “How?”

“It never held much weight in my mind,” she explained. “I always thought that love should be celebrated every day and not just on some special occasion.”

Amused by the girl’s disinterest in the whole ordeal Jungkook felt a smirk grow across his face. His relationship with Yn was still new and fresh there were still so many things for them to learn about each other and he loved getting to know her.

“Hm,” he hummed.

“What?” she asked, glancing at him briefly.

“Nothing,” he answered her quickly knowing it’ll get a rise out of her.

“What?” she repeated, discarding her phone and turning to face him as they laid on the bed together.

“Nothing,” he said fumbling with her fingers in his hand. “I just think it’s stupid,” he smiled hearing her inhale sharply at his bluntness. “Of course, love should be celebrated every day but Valentine’s is a great excuse to celebrate it extra hard.”

“You must have hit yourself ‘extra hard’ on the head if you think so,” Yn laughed, knocking her index finger on his forehead.

Instead of pushing her hand away like he would if it was one of his Hyungs doing the teasing gesture he grabbed her wrist pulling it up. With one more swift movement of his hips, he was laying on top of the girl. He held her hands above her head as he towered over her with a teasing grin.

“Wait and see. I’ll prepare something so extra hard you’ll start wishing it was Valentine’s Day every day.”

“Is that a threat?” she giggled and he lowered his face to hers making their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

“You’ll have to wait and find out,” he said smiling after their mouths parted.

“I’ll wait but don’t get your hopes up.”

“Stay over,” Jungkook purred into his girlfriend’s neck as he hugged her from behind.

Yn stopped in her tracks, her hand already on the doorknob, letting herself enjoy the warmth of his chest against her back. The boy’s hands travelled down the sides of her body before resting right over her stomach.

“I don’t like sleeping with all of your Hyung’s in the apartment,” she giggled as her fingers grazed over the skin on his forearms lazily. “I feel that they don’t approve of it,” she added half-joking.

“They’re fine with it,” he pressed hoping to change her mind. “They just don’t like when we’re being loud,” the girl turned in his arms with the speed of light.

“You said no one heard us!” she whisper-yelled referring to one especially steamy night they spent in the boy’s bedroom a couple of weeks back.

“Namjoon might have heard something,” Jungkook chuckled seeing how startled he managed to make her feel.

“Jungkook!” she hissed trying to push him away but that only made him tighten the clasp of his hands behind her back.

“It’s no big deal,” he said smirking with amusement while Yn rested her forehead against his chest in resignation and utter embarrassment.

“For you, it isn’t,” she murmured, keeping her head hanging low. “I’m never coming over again.”

“I guess we’ll have to hang out at yours then,” the boy proposed before letting go of her to gather the things he might need for the night. “I’m tired and I will not fall asleep without cuddles tonight.”

Yn crossed her arms over her chest. A teasing grin made it’s way onto her pretty face while she watched her boyfriend stuff a pair of sweatpants into his backpack.

“You’re tired and you’re going to take the forty-minute subway ride to mine at” -she checked the time on her phone- “eleven at night?” Jungkook straightened up raising his brow at her.

“Don’t be silly,” he said, wrapping her hand in his and giving her forehead a quick peck. “I’m driving us.”

Yn batted her eyelashes lazily as she opened her eyes hearing the sound of a picture being taken. With sleep still fogging up her vision she slowly made out her boyfriend's frame. Jungkook lied on his side facing her with his phone in his hands. He smiled at the smaller version of his girlfriend visible on the screen before him.

“You look so pretty in the morning,” his voice was still a little raspy from just waking up. “I wish you stayed over more often so we could wake up together,” he whined sweetly, pulling on the hem of one of his t-shirts she wore to bed the night before.

“Sorry, babe,” she murmured letting her eyelids fall again. “I’m not going to show my face at the dorms ever again,” Jungkook scoffed out a weak chuckle at the sound of her dramatic statement.

“But your apartment is so far away from the studio,” he complained jokingly, scooting close enough to her so their legs intertwined.

Yn opened her eyes slightly to steal a glance at the boy. His lips were a little chapped, his hair a total mess splattered all over the pillow yet she found him nothing short of breathtakingly handsome. She reached her hand from under the covers and brushed some of the dark locks of his hair back from his face before leaning in and placing a quick peck on his lips.

“Get used to the drive. I refuse to be in the same apartment as Namjoon. It’s too embarrassing,” she said, hoping the slight chuckle in her voice masked the fact she really did feel ashamed that someone heard her and Jungkook going at it.

“Ah, you’re being silly,” her boyfriend sighed, finding her discomfort very amusing. “If anything he’s lucky he heard us-”

“Stop it!” she squealed, punching his shoulder jokingly.

Jungkook broke out in a mixture of laughter and fake cries of pain. He wrapped his arms around the girl pulling her onto his chest as he turned to lay on his back. Forced to face him Yn smiled cheekily before laying a peck on the tip of his nose.

“What do you want for breakfast?” she frowned hearing his question.

“This is my house. I’ll be the one cooking,” Jungkook rolled his eyes with the cutest bunny-like smile plastered across his face.

“But I want to be nice to you,” he groaned.

“Be nice and tell me what you want to eat,” the girl giggled while pushing herself up to straddle his waist.

As she sat up with her hands resting against the boy’s chest she could feel his racing heartbeat. She opened her mouth to joke about it but the words never came out. Her smiling expression was replaced by a slightly surprised one when an alarming smell made its way to her nostrils.

“Is something burning? Jungkook’s eyes widened and he abruptly pushed her off his lap.

Yn yelped falling onto the mattress as her boyfriend cursed loudly already in the other room. She stood up from the bed and when reaching for a hoodie to throw on to cover herself from the cold she noticed a bouquet of white roses set on her vanity in a clear vase. Without much time to investigate the matter, she left the flowers behind and rushed after the boy.

Right as she stepped outside the bedroom she was practically in the kitchen. What agents liked to describe as a cosy open concept apartment Yn prefered to call by its real name - a tiny flat with a closed-off nook for a bedroom and everything else but the bathroom piled onto each other in the only actual room in the place. She cracked open one of the windows to get rid of the smoke that came out in large clouds from the strange-looking device Jungkook was fanning off with both his hands on the kitchen counter.

“What is this?” Yn coughed, waving her hand in front of her face to get rid of the smoke.

The boy shot her an apologetic stare before going back to trying to pry open the toaster-like device. Yn looked around the area confused but her next questions got caught in her throat as she noticed the transformation that her apartment went through when she was still sound asleep.

The low coffee table was set for two. Cut up fruit, whipped cream and other goodies were put out next to the neatly arranged plates. Next to the small TV burned her favourite scented candles and the screen was lit up with the Netflix logo on black background.

“Jungkook? the girl asked, turning back to him. “Jungkook?” she repeated, watching him pick at a burnt waffle with a fork.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, dropping the utensil into the sink. “I tried. I really did,” he whined tiredly, running one of his hands through his messy hair. “I got you this- this waffle maker,” he chuckled nervously, gesturing to the device on the counter.

As their stares met Jungkook noticed how soft Yn’s eyes seemed. The overwhelming warmth radiating from her loving expression made him relax his tensed up shoulders. He exhaled loudly when she walked up to him, putting his hands in hers and jumped straight into explaining the whole situation.

“It started with our first date,” he said and started recalling the events of that night.

After exchanging numbers in the ice skating rink Jungkook didn’t waste time and texted Yn the same night, asking her out on a date. Pleasantly surprised by his forwardness the girl agreed to see him the following week. The two ended up taking a long walk through the city and doing a cafe marathon, sharing multiple desserts from ice cream, cupcakes and coffee, to waffles. The last ones Yn raved about for a good twenty minutes after eating, praising the taste and the choosing of toppings.

“You said you’d love to have your own waffle maker and eat Nutella waffles at home,” the boy murmured, looking at their intertwined fingers. “So I got you one and wanted to surprise you with a cute ass breakfast but I got distracted and- well, you see what happened,” Jungkook whined dropping his forehead to her shoulder.

He felt defeated and embarrassed but somehow the feeling of her fingers grazing over his knuckles slowly made him feel better. Yn reached one of her hands up running it through the hair on the back of his head. Looking over the boy’s shoulder she noticed the waffle he tried to save earlier.

“Heart-shaped waffle maker?” she whispered with a grin as she eyed the burned dough on the counter.

In response, Jungkook simply groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. The girl giggled running her hands up and down his back.

“Heart-shaped waffles for breakfast and a bouquet of white roses,” she said shaking her head lightly. “What did I do to deserve this?”

She felt the boy smiling into her neck before he straightened up to look into her eyes. With his hands resting on her hips and his eyebrow raised teasingly he stared at her for a couple of seconds, waiting for her to put two and two together.

“You know what day it is?” he finally asked, trying to push her thoughts in the right direction.

“Sunday,” she answered with suspicion lining her voice.

“Hypothetically,” -a knowing grin spread across his face gradually- “if I didn’t fail poorly with the breakfast and we were about to sit down to eat perfect heart-shaped waffles and you got a beautiful bouquet of roses from me to start the day and I put on your favourite movie-”

“Didn’t you say that you would rather bite your foot off than watch-”

“Don’t interrupt me,” he shushed her, pursing his lips. “In that hypothetical scenario would your hypothetical self change her mind about the significance of Valentine’s Day?” Yn’s lips parted as if she was about to say something but she couldn’t find the words.

“You sneaky little- you- you didn’t even mention it-” she finally stuttered, smiling at her boyfriend with nothing but endless appreciation in her eyes.

“Would she change her mind?” Jungkook repeated, showing off his teeth in a bright smile.

“I don’t know,” Yn whined teasingly.

“Oh, come on. My hypothetical self tried so hard,” he fired right back.

“If I agree does it mean I’ll have to give you a romantic surprise for White Day?”

“We’re so backwards,” he laughed at her logic.

Fourteenth of March, more commonly called White Day, is a holiday when people give reciprocal gifts to those who gave them gifts received on Valentine's Day. In Korea, the tradition has it that it is first girls gifting chocolates to boys in February and next month it’s the guys’ turn to return the favour.

Yn wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s neck bringing his face to hers. Among the overwhelming smell of burnt waffles, she could also smell vanilla extract that she now tasted on his lips. She smiled realising he must have tasted some of the raw dough while cooking.

“You know that after this I will torment you into making every date so special?” she purred against his lips.

“You won’t have to do a thing, baby,” he answered right back, making her heart flutter.

“Ah, how are you so perfect?”

“I was just born this way,” she rolled her eyes at his comment.

“And you ruined it,” she pushed him away lightly before starting to run away to jump over onto the couch.

“Hey, I was kidding,” he called after her. “Come back and kiss me or at least say my plan worked.”

Yn giggled as Jungkook caught up to her. He snaked his arms around her from behind pulling her in and started peppering her neck with sloppy giggle-filled kisses. The girl twisted in his embrace and pulling on the hem of his t-shirt she placed a brisk kiss on his lips.

“I still think that love should be celebrated every given day but I do like Valentine’s a little better now,” she admitted with a smile.

Seeing the jokingly unsatisfied grin on Jungkook’s face she rolled her eyes again, knowing she’ll have to praise him harder to earn a real smile.

“It worked, alright?” she chuckled, pushing his hair up from his forehead and he leaned into the touch. “It holds a special place in my heart thanks to you.”

The boy ran his gaze across her face feeling just as stunned by her beauty as he did the first day he saw her. His lips curved into a small smile as he tried not to focus on how overwhelmingly lucky he felt thinking about the fact she chose to be with him and him only.

“You know what?” he asked and Yn hummed, raising her brow at him. “Screw Valentine’s. You hold the most special place in my heart.”

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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Whipped

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Req: fluff + smut with Kyungsoo by @johnniverse Pairing: actor!Kyungsoo x baker!reader Words: 10,609k Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, smut Warning: cursing, smut, mature Summary: Your close friendship with Korea’s favourite actor is suddenly strained when he begins acting strange after returning home. Three nights of disappointment and several drinks later, the memory of a rhubarb Eton mess lingers in the air as you find yourself finally seeing your best friend in a different light. Tags: actor!Soo, slightly chef!Soo, baker!reader, cursing, flirting, sexual tension and fluffy smut A/N: To the req, I hope you like it and it isnt too cringy lol, I always struggle with fluff. Also P.S, I’m never doing the fake texting image thing ever again, I had to use both my phone and laptop to edit/upload the pics in order and it was a pain in the ass especially for a fic this long (and on a side-note, props to all the text-message fic authors, this sHIT IS HARD JFC SERIOUSLY Y’ALL ARE AMAZING AND DEDICATED AF, I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

The smell of butter and dough that surrounded you usually helped calm your nerves but tonight could perhaps be the first time that was an exception. After all, it had been months since you last saw your best friend, Kyungsoo.

There weren’t many people around at this late hour of the night and you were thankful for the silence, for the peaceful atmosphere that was usually a rare occurrence at the bakery’s kitchen. Only when your nerves had crept into your worried thoughts as the silence prolonged had you finally scrolling to the playlist of soft instrumentals that you usually had playing at the bakery during work hours, letting the music fill the empty kitchen while you worked.

You hum softly to Billie Eilish and Khalid’s ‘lovely' as you place the tiny specks of edible gold foil atop the chocolate tart. Kyungsoo didn’t love the gold foil—he called it “too bougie”—but you knew that he didn’t hate it either. Besides, you couldn’t help the dramatic flair that you always brought to your desserts; it was what you were popular for, after all.

You’d met Kyungsoo as a customer at your artisan café almost three years ago when he’d dropped by late in the night to ask for a full-sized cake. You’d heard your co-worker Yixing apologetically inform him that there weren’t any such cakes readily available just a few minutes short to closing hours and that customers usually pre-ordered them in advance but you’d stepped out of the back-kitchen then to ask the desperate-sounding customer whether a red velvet cheesecake was fine with him.

You can still recall how you’d stumbled over your own words as your eyes finally fell on the late-night customer—Do Kyungsoo, the upcoming handsome actor who had swept over the nation with his popularity after his latest movie. Your first thought had immediately been, ‘Holy hell, he looks more beautiful than he does on the screen’.

It was only much later that you’d revealed to him that the original recipient of the cake was a little girl turning eight the next day. Kyungsoo had been stunned at the revelation and even to the present day, he still wondered why you hadn’t turned him away to find another bakery instead of going to the hassle of giving away a pre-baked cake that resulted in you pulling an all-nighter to bake another for the actual customer.

But how could you have refused? With his warm earnest brown eyes that reminded you of the pools of dark chocolate batter that you’d been whisking back in the kitchen, his cheeks that shone like freshly glazed pastries with the sheepish heart-shaped smile that put even the sun to shame, you couldn’t help but relent and give him the red velvet cheesecake that you’d been preparing for a client to pick up the next morning.

Although Kyungsoo had left in a hurry after accepting the box that night, he had visited the bakery around brunch hour the next day to thank you personally—and “properly”. Both of you had introduced yourselves and you’d been surprised at how down-to-earth and friendly he’d been, taken aback by his genuine interest in your bakery and all the desserts that you’d had. After conversing, there grew a mutual admiration—you’d never imagined that such a famous actor was also an incredible cook with an intense passion for food while having such an avid interest and genuine fascination towards your baking.

It had been the initial blossoming of a beautiful delectable friendship. You’d never thought you’d grow as close to him as you did but there was an instant connection after that first conversation at the kitchen of your bakery, a way in which both your personalities perfectly complemented each other and fit together just right. Of course, your mutual interest for food only fuelled the friendship further.

That was three years ago. Back then, it had started as a friendship but slowly bloomed to an unhealthy crush on your part. And who could blame you? Kyungsoo was unbelievably perfect—with his charming smile, his friendly and kind nature, his heart of gold and just by being an absolute sweetheart, you struggled to keep your emotions at bay as you got closer to him. He set the standard entirely too high and there was a small part of you that even blamed him for never being able to find a boyfriend. Every blind date and man that your friends introduced you to all paled in comparison to Kyungsoo, multiple meals and walks spent with them feeling extremely dreary when you spent the entire time drawing analyses of them in your mind based off of Kyungsoo as the yardstick.

However, it was a secret that you were certain you’d carry to your grave. He already had hordes of fangirls and half the country pining for him, he didn’t need to worry about you shooting heart-eyes at him too.

Besides, you cherished your relationship with Kyungsoo entirely far too much to risk losing all of it with a silly confession. You were close with his mother who called you more often than she even called him sometimes to chat with you idly about recipes, you knew how he hated parsley a lot more than he let on, how he’d admitted that your lemon meringue pies were his favourite dessert in the entire world and how he hated early morning shoots the most and could never get used to them no matter how many times he did it.

It wasn’t one-sided—he knew you like the back of his hand too. Kyungsoo knew about your coffee addiction that he always called unhealthy, how much you loved crafting recipes in your kitchen late into the night until you got it perfect, how you absolutely hated thunderstorms and could even tell whenever you were upset even from a mere text, prompting him to call you as soon as he could to talk about it.

It was too much to risk such a great friendship for a stupid crush. He meant too much to you which is exactly why you’d settled for never ever confessing to him.

You hum softly as you finally pulled your face away from the table, a satisfied smile coming upon your face as the finished tart lay atop the marble counter, gold flecks glinting in the yellow lights of the kitchen.

You picked up your phone then, frowning as you noticed the lack of texts. Kyungsoo had finally completed the premiere and tour for his latest movie, arriving back home early today morning for a well-deserved break, albeit short. You knew that his friends would most probably throw him a party—as per their tradition—but he’d texted you earlier that he would definitely drop by the bakery around midnight, at the latest.

Which was your tradition. He’d visit his mother, have a meal with his parents and then come straight to you, loudly yelling that you’d better have his favourite pies waiting for him, “or else”.

You stare at your phone, contemplating if you should send a picture of the tart and fully utilise his weakness for sweet treats against him but the screen suddenly lights up with an incoming message.

You sigh as you place your phone back on the counter and glance dejectedly down at the tarts. Pursuing your lips, you wondered if there was something wrong and if Kyungsoo was okay—it was the first time that he’d cancelled on your tradition of meeting you on the day that he got back itself.

He’s at home, probably well-fed, pampered and completely spoiled rotten by his mother so you decided to not dwell further on it. You place the tarts into airtight containers and placed them in the fridge then, yawning softly as you decided to call it a day and head home.

You were positive that you could see the colour red as you glanced at the clock hanging over the paintings on your wall, feeling more livid than you’d ever been.

It had been three days. Three days since Kyungsoo had arrived and your stupid “tradition” was in shreds—the both of you hadn’t met at all.

The day after the night he spent at his parents’ place, you waited for him all morning at the bakery before texting him. He’d called you immediately and apologised profusely, saying that he had to meet his manager at the company and that something urgent had come up. You’d let it go again but he hadn’t contacted you at all after that and you’d waited all day until finally calling him right before bed.

The conversation had been short, his words muted and seeming tired so you’d hung up without pressing too much.

But then you’d went over directly to his parents’ place yesterday. You’d been stunned to find that he wasn’t there, his mother cheerfully mentioning that he had left early in the morning “because of some work” and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you’d lost your appetite. After stuffing yourself full with an entire lunch that his mother had not let you leave without, you’d called him. He’d apologised again, “another work thing” and finally ended the call after mutually agreeing that he’d come over to your place early the next morning, eat breakfast with him and heading back to the bakery later in the afternoon.

It was the next morning, the pancakes you’d made were cold and soggy now, the clock read 10:19AM and Kyungsoo was nowhere in sight.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” you hissed murderously, grabbing your phone and pulling up your messages to text him.

You shoved your phone away in fury, grabbing the plate of pancakes and hurriedly storing them back in the oven before grabbing the keys to your car and heading out of your apartment. You had half-a-mind to drive over to the company and ask his manager which goddamn hotel he was staying at before taking a deep breath, muttering a string of curses lowly to clear your head and pulling out of the parking space.

The entire day was a mess. Chanyeol, your commis baker, was surprised to see you head in earlier than you said you would, all of the kitchen crew and bakers flinching as you glared and yelled at them to get their shit together. You busied yourself in the kitchen, feeling Johnny’s wary eyes on you as you punched the dough like a possessed madwoman. Perhaps you weren't as good at masking your emotions as you thought you were, the entire staff catching onto the fact that their usually-cheerful patisserie chef was perhaps not seeing dough for fresh bread but instead visualising the mochi cheeks of the man whom Korea had lovingly dubbed as the actor with the most perfect heart-shaped smile.

Perfect, my ass, you thought derisively.

The day passed in phases. By 4PM, you’d baked way more puff pastries than necessary, waving off Chanyeol who meekly suggested to stop making so many since there was already a piling excess which would most probably be wasted if not sold by tonight. You told them all to just take some home, that there were your treat and involuntarily, your hands started to slow down as evening dawned, your upper arms beginning to ache slightly because you didn’t pace yourself in your rage.

You sighed as you headed to the back of the kitchen, walking through the smaller door that was alongside the pantry—a smaller space that was solely for you, a place that you lovingly called your own and was the birth of many of your sweet creations.

The anger shifted to the second phase in the evening, one that infuriated you more because at least you were productive with your fury. Now, you just slumped at the marble countertop while staring at the small fridge in the corner that still held the gold-leafed chocolate tart from two nights ago.

You sighed as you buried your face in your flour-stained palms. This has never happened and it was stressing you out in levels that you had never expected it to—because you’d never had a fight with Kyungsoo. Petty arguments, sure, but nothing that couldn’t be solved with his spaghetti or your macaroons.

Then again, he’d never been like this. Never had he avoided you, never had he cancelled multiple times on you repeatedly, never had he broke the sacred tradition of meeting you as soon as he was back. It had been too many times now to be a mere coincidence, he was definitely avoiding you. You could tell that he was lying and your anger from today morning had subsided to just an intense worry that felt like cramps in your lower abdomen, sighs falling from your lips as you wondered what was wrong.

You thought about calling his mother for a brief moment but you could already guess that she was just as oblivious as you, maybe even more. She hadn’t seemed fazed when you’d went over yesterday, hadn’t noticed the distress on your face as you realised that you’d missed him yet again.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever. Your limbs were sore and you knew your bed would be nothing short of welcoming right now but you didn’t want to go back home in a state like this where your thoughts would be louder than ever.

Around 9PM, you decided to call it a day and closed up early. You could see the relief in everyone’s faces, especially Chanyeol who looked like he wanted nothing more than to go home and pass out. Once the entire crew had left the bakery with a box of all your rage-fuelled treats—Chanyeol had been right, there had been way too many puff pastries, cake pops and enough cookies for the entire neighbourhood—you sat alone in your workspace with nothing but silence echoing around you.

Sighing softly, you stood up and connected your phone to the small Bluetooth speakers placed at the corner of the room, putting on your Coldplay playlist. You washed your hands in the sink before setting out to make the lemon meringue pie.

There was a reason why Kyungsoo loved it the most amongst every other dessert you made—it was your go-to dessert whenever you were upset. Although the recipe wasn’t challenging nor was it particularly difficult to make, it does require a lot of patience and dedication to get a flawless pie every time. Kyungsoo loved watching you create it; you’d lost count of the number of times he’d walked in to see you furiously whipping the cream filling for the pie. The amount of concentration it took at each step usually helped calm your nerves, distracting your noisy thoughts enough to focus on the dessert at hand.

Initially, you’d thought he called it his favourite only because he’d seen first-hand how much effort it took to bake it but then Kyungsoo had explained that he could taste the effort, that the tarty tanginess of the lemon filling which would first wash over his tongue slowly morphs into the subtle sweet aftertaste of the creamy meringue which was addicting enough to make you crave for more.

There was a small part of you that didn’t believe him when he’d said that and an even smaller part that had been too flattered to believe it, unable to even form a coherent response to it but baking the pie now made your chest ache as it occurred to you that it’d probably join the tarts in the fridge from two nights ago.

The lemon meringue pies tasted best when eaten immediately and he knew it—which was exactly why he often sat around to watch you make it.

You decided not to dwell on it. Once you were done with the pie, you’d call him one last time to ask if he could meet you wherever possible tonight itself. You’d use the pies as an extra leverage, perhaps as a ruse to just lure him out. Just so you could yell at him for being an idiot right at his face instead of at the phone.

You’d just lined the pastry base into the pan and chilled it for an hour before baking it in the oven while you whisked the lemon filling. The humming of the oven had involuntarily made your shoulders loosen up as you lost yourself in making the lemon filling and you were softly singing along to Yellow as it echoed around the small kitchen space.

The song suddenly stopped and your hands froze reflexively as you turned around to see your phone lighting up with an incoming call.

‘satansoo😈💕’

You dropped the whisk immediately and grabbed the dishcloth, wiping your hands hastily as you strode around the counter. You threw the cloth aside, hands still feeling slightly sticky as you grabbed your phone and disconnected the Bluetooth connection.

Your voice was slightly breathless as you finally answered, “Soo? Hello? Kyungsoo?”

There was dull music faintly thumping in the background but at a distance, as if muted. You frowned as the pause on the other side of the call lasted for almost three seconds before finally hearing an unfamiliar male voice.

“Hello? Y/N? Is this Y/N?”

“Yes, yes, it’s me,” you said loudly, furrowing your eyebrows as you felt a sense of dread creep into you. “Who is this? Where’s—?”

“You were the first on his emergency contact list,” the man interrupted, making your heart drop to your feet.

“What’s going on?” You asked hurriedly in a panic, your eyes widening as you felt your stomach twist. “Where’s Kyungsoo? Is he okay?”

“Ma’am, my name is Woo Shik and I’m the bartender at Club Exodus. Your friend is really really drunk,” the man replied, sounding slightly exasperated. “He came in around 7PM and got a room alone although we told him that he can’t do that singly but he insisted and said he’d even pay more for it. And now-now he’s just really drunk. He’s been yelling your name for the past half hour and crying something about rhu.. rhu something? Itaewon mess?”

“Rhubarb Eton mess,” you deadpanned, sighing. “I’m… I’ll be there as soon as I can. Could you just text me the address of the club, to this number?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll send the location right now.”

“Okay, thank you, I’ll be there.”

You hang up quickly and your limbs feel like they’re frozen, uncoordinated from your brain as you will yourself to move. You feel disoriented, a thousand thoughts flying through your head as you quickly pull off your messy apron and grab your phone. You don’t bother fixing yourself much, knowing that you probably smelled like fresh dough and lemons as you hurriedly shut off the oven. You pause as you notice the halfway baked pie shell, wondering if you should call Chanyeol and ask him if he could clean up in here as a favour.

The large grandfather clock in the main lounge area of the bakery suddenly sounded, echoing softly in the back-kitchen and you glanced down at your phone.

10PM.

He’s been drinking by himself for three hours.

“Fuck it,” you mutter, snatching the oven mitts and not even bothering to put it on as you use it just to shield your hand whilst grabbing the hot pie tray.

Your legs seem to move faster than your brain then, your body moving almost robotically as you threw the half-whisked lemon filling in its large glass bowl, the pastry shell and the cream for the meringue into the small fridge. It only held a few failed recipes and a couple of disfigured-looking pastries that you usually snacked on, along with Soo’s dark chocolate gold tart from two nights ago that you hadn’t had the heart to throw away, having expected him to walk into the bakery at some godforsaken hour and claim the dessert.

You felt a slight ache now as you stashed everything into the fridge, knowing how many ingredients that you’d just wasted because there was no way even you could resurrect or save this disaster after leaving this kitchen now.

Knowing that there was no time to regret it, you quickly cleaned up the counters and the rest of the workspace, grabbing your car keys and the lock to the bakery. You closed up the store and hurriedly got into the car, pulling up the location that the bartender had just sent you as you started driving to the club.

Your worry finally had a chance to fully materialise through the drive, your anxiety not allowing you to even play the radio as you raced to Club Exodus. It briefly occurred to you that there probably was a huge problem, something big that was worrying Kyungsoo if he was willing to go to the extent of booking a hotel room away from his parents and even avoiding you.

If there was anyone besides his mother who could read and see through him as well as she did, it was you.

God, Kyungsoo, what is going on?

You pulled up to the front of the club in almost half an hour, quickly jumping out and hurriedly gesturing to the car at the valet service guy standing at the entrance before heading in.

You approached the woman at the reception, your voice low as you asked, “I’m looking for Woo Shik? He’s with a friend of mine…”

“Oh yes, ma’am, hold on.” You weren’t even looking around the place, your senses almost numbed with tension as you followed the uniformed man to whom she gestured, one step behind him as he lead you away from what sounded like the main hall with its booming music that you could feel reverberating through the walls.

He showed you to a door and you could already hear Kyungsoo’s deep laughter even before entering. You pushed open the door and your eyes immediately fell on your best friend, his cheeks appearing redder than you’d ever seen them as he laid back on the black leather couches. A man in the dark burgundy uniform of the club who you assumed to be Woo Shik was trying to clear the table alongside the couch in a desperate attempt to save the bottles and glasses of alcohol from falling onto the floor.

“Kyungsoo,” you said flatly and Woo Shik looked up from the couch towards you, wide eyes filled with exasperation.

“Y/N?” He asked hopefully and you nodded, sighing.

“Did he drink more after we called?” You asked, stepping into the room fully and scrunching your nose in disgust at the way the place was reeking with alcohol.

“No, but he’d been chugging for a while and they’re all settling in now, I think,” Woo Shik explained tiredly, stepping away to let you walk around the table towards your drunk best friend.

You forgot what to even say as you looked at Kyungsoo who was giggling giddily on the couch, his eyes closed as his hands flailed mindlessly. He looked almost smaller in the way that he was curled up on the leather seats and you could see that he’d grown thinner since the last time you’d seen him. His cheeks were very flushed and that’s when you realised that this was the first time you’d seen him so shit-faced drunk. Of the both of you, he was the one with the higher tolerance and he’d seen you blackout drunk more times than you’d seen him in the past three years and it occurred to you that he must have definitely had way too much than usual tonight to be like this.

“Soo,” you heard yourself mumble, your hands reaching for his that were still blindly reaching for something in the air. His eyes snap open when he feels your hands clasp around his, dark shining gaze shifting towards you. You watch as his eyes widen and even before you can react, his grip tightens fiercely around your hand as he yanks you to him with a high-pitched squeal of your name.

You curse as you almost collapse on top of him on the couch, feeling his body beneath yours that was radiating so much warmth that you would have mistaken him to have a fever if it weren’t for all the alcohol lying around.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiii,” Kyungsoo slurred, smiling happily up at you as he wrapped his arms snugly around your middle while staring down at you. You felt your heart slightly melt at his elated expression, your anger and worry momentarily dissipating as you gazed back into his shining eyes.

“Hi,” you replied softly, feeling almost shy from the way he was looking at you as you realised that Woo Shik was still in the room and probably waiting for you to collect the mess that you had in your arms who had caused him enough trouble.

“Okay, can you sit up?” You ask slowly like you’re talking to a child as you pull away enough to help him sit upright. He’s still gripping one of your hands tightly and you let him use your other arm as a support to pull him upwards slowly so as not to make him dizzy.

You look up at Woo Shik then, your tone apologetic as you ask, “How much is all of this?”

“He already paid, ma’am,” Woo Shik replied, shaking his head at you.

“Okay, I’ll just take him away then, I’m so sorry for the trouble,” You quickly say as you grab Kyungsoo’s arm and throw it around your neck. You put your own arm around his waist, holding him to your side while trying not to inhale the alcohol-stench reeking off of him. Woo Shik offers help but you shake your head at him as you help Kyungsoo out of the club. He suggests the back entrance then, mentioning that it’d be safer because of his actor status and quickly hurries to tell the valet to bring your car.

You manage, with much difficulty, to finally seat Kyungsoo inside your car and strap him in safely. Once he is settled, you sincerely thank Woo Shik for all his help and make a mental note to send him some treats tomorrow and finally get back into your car. After driving away from the club, you slow down at a secluded alley and turn to Kyungsoo whose head is turned to face the window.

You gently shake his shoulder, wondering if he’s asleep as you softly call out, “Soo? Kyungsoo?”

His eyes blink open slowly and he turns to you, appearing almost woozy. You watch then as his eyes widen and the same elated expression from earlier washes over his face, his arms reaching out to wrap tightly around your frame as he again exclaims, “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii.”

“Yeah, yeah, hi, hi,” you mutter, rolling your eyes in exasperation as you try to pull away from his death-grip. Any other time, you’d have been taking videos of him like this to use as precious blackmail later.

“Soo,” you call out his name again as you try to get his attention on you. Once he is blinking at you while still grinning like an idiot, you enunciate slowly, “Your hotel. Where is it? Which hotel are you staying at?”

Kyungsoo blinks incomprehensibly and you see his grin widen, mouth opening excitedly to squeal your name again and you manage to grab his arms, stopping him from hugging you yet again.

“Kyungsoo!” You call out loudly, watching him flinch and you instantly lower your tone as you slump back in your seat while staring at him helplessly. There was no way you could take him back to his parents’ place when he was like this and you knew that his mother didn’t know the hotel that he was staying at either since she hadn’t mentioned it the last time.

Sighing, you turn with resignation towards the steering wheel and start up the car again, deciding to just take him home.

It wasn’t like he’d never been to your place before—he’d slept over on your couch multiple times but this would be the first time that he’d be doing it when absolutely wasted.

Kyungsoo hums softly beneath his breath as you drive and you’re quiet, listening to him as you chew on your lip nervously while wondering if you should talk to him. You knew he was drunk as hell and by the state that he was in, you guessed that his chances of remembering any of this tomorrow morning would probably be extremely low.

You decided to risk it.

“Soo,” you started tentatively and you were surprised when the humming stopped, knowing his attention was on you. You clear your throat before asking slowly, “Why didn’t you meet me?”

He frowns and you can hear the pout in his voice as he slurs, “Because you’re an idiot.”

You turn to look at him in amazement, eyes wide at the stupid response. “What?”

You turn back to the road as he continues, “It’s true. My mother says so too.”

“Your-your mother?” You sputtered, feeling more confused by the second. What the hell is he talking about? “She said not to meet me because I’m an idiot?”

“Nooooooooo,” Kyungsoo whined and you noticed him shift in his seat slightly from your peripheral as he explained, “I decided not to meet you. Mom told me that I’m an idiot. I think you’re the idiot but Mom says it’s me.”

You should just pull over and leave him on the roadside.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to remain calm as you reminded yourself to treat him like a child. He is a child and you need information so you tried again, slowly asking, “Why are we idiots?”

There’s a pause then and Kyungsoo mumbles something in reply, incoherent again.

You slow to a stop at the red light as you turn to face him fully now, squinting at him. “What? Why are we idiots, Kyungsoo?”

“Because I like you,” Kyungsoo sighs loudly and your eyes widen then, heart jumping to your throat.

Everything freezes around you and you stare at him, certain that you’d heard wrong as he leans back against the headrest, sighing dramatically again as he softly explains, “I’ve liked you for a long time but you’re an idiot to never see it. Mom told me I’m the idiot for never telling you but you’re the idiot for never seeing the signs.”

“S-signs?” You repeated, your voice cracking in your throat. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you ask quietly, “What signs?”

Kyungsoo sighs again, longer this time and you’re almost tempted to grab him by his shoulders and shake him angrily to get him to speak faster. You felt like you were going to be sick and this idiot was putting on the show of his life, acting dramatically like his rent was due the next morning.

“Sooooooo many signs, Y/N,” he slurs your name, dragging his words tiredly as he turns to you. He faces you and pouts childishly as he asks, “You think I run to all my friends’ arms whenever I come home on break? You think I cook with parsley which I hate with all my heart for anyone else? It’s only for you, because of how much you love it on your spaghetti. Most of my friends don’t even know I cook. I never even had a thing for sweets until you and I told you that but you’re an idiot. You thought its cause I love everything you make that much but that’s only a part of it. You idiot.”

You stare at him speechlessly and jump when you hear a loud honk behind you. Dazed, you look ahead and realise the traffic lights had changed to green, slowly prompting you to shift the gear and start driving again as the cars continued honking noisily behind.

You swallowed loudly, hearing an internal screaming in your head as you tried to gather your thoughts and process the words you’d just heard. You’re about to ask more, you don’t even know what, when you hear him murmuring softly again. You catch the word ‘rhubarb’ and start to ask why he kept ranting about your Rhubarb Eton mess custard and that’s when it suddenly hits you.

The last time that he’d come home for break, the time that he’d spent with you before leaving for the movie that he’d just finished shooting, you’d made him the Rhubarb Eton mess custard. The call to travel to Japan had been abrupt, causing him to have to leave on short notice and he’d spent the night before his flight with you at the bakery. It was after working hours, close to midnight and you’d been experimenting and crafting desserts with rhubarbs since they were in-season and had whipped up the Rhubarb Eton mess custard quickly just for him.

He’d watched you in his usual seat opposite the counter as you made it and after having his first spoon, he’d scooped a spoonful of the creamy custard and fed it to you. After taking the bite, however, the blood-red juice of the rhubarb had stained your lips with a bit of the whipped cream at the edge of your mouth.

Kyungsoo had reached out almost reflexively, his thumb swiping against your lip and you’d gone still, both of your gazes locking as you’d felt the atmosphere shift. You thought it had only been in your head, that it had only been you wondering what the expression on his face would be if you leaned forward and sucked the cream from his thumb, if his eyes would dilate watching your lips wrap around his digit the way that you were sure your eyes had when his hand had reached towards your mouth.

You could still recall how terse the silence had been then, both of you in a silent stare-off as you waited for the other to make a move and Kyungsoo had finally broken the moment by retrieving his hand, flashing you an innocent grin as he licked the cream from his thumb and quietly finished the rest of the dessert.

Your heart had been hammering in your chest that whole night and you’d never even known.

“Oh god,” you breathed out involuntarily as understanding finally dawned over you. Kyungsoo had been humming beside you again but at your words, he went quiet and you continued, “The rhubarb custard. You’re talking about—”

Kyungsoo groaned loudly then, confirming your suspicions as he huffed in annoyance.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad that night,” he almost whined and you felt your cheeks reddening at his confession as he continues ranting, “You were just standing there with your lips looking all glossy and red from the syrup and that stupid whipped cream on your upper lip! I was already upset cause I had to leave you so soon and you were just standing there like an idiot and I just wanted to eat you instead of that damn custard.”

Holy fucking hell. “Kyung—”

“I’ve been whipped for you forever, Y/N,” Kyungsoo admitted, shutting you up abruptly. “I’m whipped for you like your whipped cream. Like your Eton mess. Like your perfect custard. Like your pies. Like—”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I get it,” you quickly interrupt him, desperately wanting him to shut up because you were certain that you’d cause an accident with the way your heart was pounding right now, your entire body feeling like it was on fire as your thoughts were disorienting. You were driving mindlessly, taking longer routes because you didn’t how much longer this conversation would go, if it would last all the way to your apartment or if he’d sober up once he got home. You felt like you were dreaming, like this conversation was unreal and wondered briefly if you’d gotten drunk with him too back at the club and this was just some cruel dream.

“Why…” you croak and you clear your throat before trying again. “Why didn’t you meet me?”

“Because you’re an idiot.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to—” You loudly inhale through your mouth, knuckles almost turning white around the steering wheel as you grit out, “Did. You. Avoid. Me. Because you like me?”

“Min Ah…”

He trailed off and you frowned in confusion, pausing as you faintly recognised the name. “‘Min Ah’? Jung Min Ah? Isn’t that your co-star for the movie you just did?”

Kyungsoo nods and he mumbles sleepily, “She said she likes me during the wrap-up party but I could only think of you. I didn’t want to see you until I got my shit together and sorted out my feelings because I didn’t want to accidentally confess to you.” He pauses then and you’re surprised when he lets out a loud humourless laugh. “Maybe I am the idiot.”

You hesitate before asking, “Why don’t you want to confess to me?”

Kyungsoo is quiet for a while after that and you glance at him, wondering if he’d fallen asleep but he appears to be deep in thought. His words are almost unheard as he finally mumbles, “Because I don’t want to lose you.”

You fall silent at his heavy words, the intensity of the underlying meaning getting to you as you feel something break inside of you.

You don’t say anything for the rest of the ride then and Kyungsoo dozes off, falling asleep cutely with his mouth hanging open as he lays his head back against the seat while you drown in your thoughts.

Regardless of your feelings and how much you liked him too, the words that Kyungsoo had just uttered terrified you. Friendships were stable, they endured even the ugliest of fights and lasted longer while relationships were fragile; one slip and you could lose Kyungsoo. He didn’t confess to you because he didn’t know about your feelings but now that you knew that he felt the same, you didn’t know if you were brave enough to take the risk.

It could be the end to something beautiful.

But it could also be the beginning to something more beautiful, a small voice in your head reminded you.

Or it could be the beginning to something even more beautiful that would soon reach its untimely but inevitable end and leave you with only heartache and the absence of a best friend that you’d have to burden forever.

You sighed softly as you finally parked your car in front of your apartment. You glanced at Kyungsoo and realised he was sleeping soundly, looking so warm and comfortable that it made you hesitate in awakening him. You got out of the car and walked to his side, throwing his arm around your shoulder while softly calling his name. He woke up enough to step out of the car and you helped him up to your apartment, panting by the time you finally reached your door.

You lead him straight to your bedroom, resigning to spend the night on your couch since you knew he could definitely use the entire bed in the state that he was in. You help him out of the thickly-lined trench coat that he was wearing, holding your breath to not inhale the stench of the alcohol as you decided to just throw them all with the laundry tomorrow morning.

You remove his shoes and pull off his socks but your hands hesitate mid-air before reaching for his pants. It’s not like you hadn’t seen his legs before or anything—god knows he’d helped undress you from uncomfortable clothes on multiple nights when you’d gotten too drunk—but your stomach was twisting now as if he was a whole new person who you were stripping.

God, stop overthinking it.

You force yourself to help him out of his pants, purposefully not letting your eyes go astray as you decided to leave him in the thin black sweater that he was wearing and his boxers. You grabbed your blankets and tucked it around him, smiling slightly when you notice Kyungsoo immediately snuggle to the warm sheets like a child, making himself comfortable as he closed his eyes.

You went to the kitchen then, grabbing a tall glass of water and some aspirin pills before heading back to your room. You’d just placed them on the small bedside table and was turning to leave when you felt a fierce grip on your wrist.

Your breath stopped in your throat as you looked down to see Kyungsoo holding onto you, half-lidded eyes gazing up at you as he whispered one word.

“Stay.”

You step towards the bed then, getting on your knees on the floor so that your face would be at the same level as his. You raised the hand that he wasn’t holding to stroke his cheek gently as you murmured, “Sleep, Soo.”

He was quiet, his eyes still dark and intense as they remained locked with yours. Your heart thudded as you briefly wondered if he’d come to his senses and if he remembered everything that he’d just revealed to you but then he opens his mouth again.

“Do you know something?” His voice is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret and you shake your head quietly.

“You always smell like the bakery,” he whispers, smiling softly in a way that made your heart ache. “You smell like fresh bread and sweet vanilla and strong coffee. You smell like happiness. Like home.”

A soft sigh of disbelief escapes your parted lips at his words, his eyes having closed off while he spoke as he slowly fell into deep slumber.

You were so goddamn blind.

“We’re both idiots,” you snort quietly as you gently loosen his grip around your wrist and walk out of the room.

But you decided to be the bigger idiot.

You heard Kyungsoo shuffling inside your room around noon the next day, making you glance at your bedroom door from where you sat on the couch.

The night had seemed to last forever. After putting Kyungsoo to bed, you’d spent the entire night tossing and turning on the couch restlessly. You briefly considered waking up and baking something or even heading to the bakery so that you could angrily complete that lemon meringue pie you’d left half-baked but your body was extremely exhausted and refused to even move. All the activities of the strenuous day yesterday had completely worn you out yet your brain refused to cooperate, unwilling to grant you the bliss of sleep as your thoughts grew louder with each passing hour of the night. Kyungsoo’s words, his drunken confession all echoed like a haunting melody within your head, forcing you to reminisce and reassess every moment that you’d spent together, viewing it in a light that you’d assumed to only be exclusive to you but had perhaps been the same light that he’d been seeing you in as well.

You didn’t know what to do anymore. You felt more conflicted than you did when he had stood you up and you began to wonder if it had even been a good idea to even go to the club last night.

Should you have even brought him back to your place?

You could hear the shower in your room then and you knew he was probably washing off the events from last night, the stench of all the drinks that he’d downed. You sighed as you grabbed his chopsticks for the Chinese take-out that you’d just ordered—both of your go-to hangover food—since you knew he’d probably be hungry. You hadn’t bothered with breakfast because you knew that he wouldn’t wake up by then so you’d just settled on brunch.

The door opens and your heart jumps as you look up, eyes locking with Kyungsoo. He’d found one of his tees that he’d given you—“you stole it,” he insisted—and sweatpants that he’d left here from a previous sleepover. He looked better than he did last night and you cleared your throat, ignoring the nervous flutter in your chest as you asked blankly, “How’s your head?”

Kyungsoo nodded, stepping forward into the room. “It’s a lot better now. I woke up in the night with a headache and had the aspirin before sleeping again.” He hesitated before murmuring, “Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why’d you drink so much then, idiot?” You snort as you start to stand up, grabbing your phone.

You gesture to the food on the table. “I ordered Chinese. Have lunch and take another aspirin before you head back… home. Or to the hotel. Or wherever.”

Kyungsoo frowned at you as you searched for your bag. “Wait, what? You’re leaving?”

“I have a bakery to run, Kyungsoo,” you snort, finding your bag and grabbing your car keys as you head for the door while muttering, “I can’t keep coming in late because of you—”

“Y/N, I remember last night.”

You stop, hand freezing on the doorknob as your entire body goes still. Your back is facing him but you can feel his gaze on your back, feel the weight of it.

Kyungsoo’s usual deadpan tone sounds more wry than you’d ever heard it then as he says, “I remember last night so you can stop faking it and talk to me.”

Shit, shit, shit.

You take a breath, forcing yourself to slowly turn around and face him. You relent, throwing the keys and bag aside, crossing your arms in an effort to not reveal the way that your hands are slightly trembling as you nonchalantly reply, “I’m not faking anything, Kyungsoo, I am very mad at you.”

He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to answer but you cut him off by asking, “How much?”

His gaze shifts to you and you clarify, “How much do you remember?”

“Enough,” Kyungsoo replies, carefully watching you now. When you don’t falter, he concedes, “Enough to know that I confessed to you.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you uncross your arms. “Look, it doesn’t have to be—”

“Is this your answer?”

You stop then, looking up at him with wide eyes. You frown at the shift in tone, noticing the despair that he was trying to hide in his expression as you ask, “What do you mean?”

“The fact that you’re pretending that nothing happened,” he answered, stepping forward as he spoke. “The fact that you’re ignoring everything I told you last night. Does it mean that this is never happening? That you’ve never liked me the way I’ve liked you?”

Your eyes are wide, back pressed to the door as he stood in front of you. The words that you wished to respond—even though you had no idea what they even were—were stuck in your throat as you gazed up at him, your breath growing shorter as you felt him raise his arm beside you to place it on the door as if to cage you in.

“Y/N,” he whispered your name, his close proximity and husky voice making your head feel like it was going to spin. Your lips parted of their own accord, head slightly arching back to look up at him as his plush lips hovered over your own. His face was close enough that his warm breath was mingling with yours and you could smell the minty toothpaste—your minty toothpaste.

Your heart was hammering so loudly in your chest that you could hear it, your eyes greedily drinking in the close proximity as they ran over his face with enough scrutiny to commit every detail to memory—the way his long lashes looked against his pale cheek, the tiny almost invisible mole right over his upper lip and the way his eyes looked like they were shining from within as they gazed at you.

Your breath audibly hitched in your throat as he leaned his head slightly to the side, angling his lips to yours until there was only a fraction of space between your mouths. You held your breath as he murmured, the words brushing against your parted lips, “Stop me, Y/N.”

And then Kyungsoo was kissing you.

Your eyes seemed to refuse to close, your body frozen like a statue and your arms were immobile at your sides as you felt his plush lips press against yours. It was light, hesitant and tentative like he was waiting for you to shove him off any second but you could feel the blood pounding through your head and coursing within every vein at that moment.

Fuck it.

You raised your hands tentatively, closing your eyes and almost collapsed back into the door as you started kissing him back. You felt Kyungsoo move his hand from the door then to gingerly place it on your hip and his other hand took your raised one that was hovering between your bodies to place it on his shoulder.

You made a soft sound of approval as you finally melted into the kiss, closing your eyes and digging your fingers into his shoulder to kiss him harder. Kyungsoo grabbed you by your hip then, holding you flush against him as he started kissing you more passionately while you dropped cupped his face with both your hands. You traced your tongue over his lower lip slowly and he was instantly parting his lips, slipping his own tongue into your mouth. Your guess was right earlier, you could taste the mint and as corny as it was, it had never tasted sweeter.

The kiss grew tender as he realised how breathless you seemed to be getting, both of your pulling away slightly while smiling against each other’s lips. Your eyes fluttered open to see Kyungsoo was smiling so hard that his eyes had become little crescents as they looked at you.

“You didn’t stop me,” Kyungsoo breathed out, sounding incredulous enough that you let out a soft laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” you repeated his words from last night, thumb stroking his cheek affectionately before correcting, “Well, we both are. I wouldn’t have stopped you ever, Soo.”

He pauses, gaze shifting from both your eyes as he asks quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“For the same reasons you didn’t,” you replied with a sheepish smile. You suddenly grin with the memory of last night as you say, “If only you told me earlier, I could have said that I’m whipped for you too.”

Kyungsoo’s eyebrows furrowed at that, nose scrunching cutely in confusion as he repeats, “Too?”

“You said last night that you’re whipped for me like whipped cream. That you’re whipped like my Eton mess, like my pies, like my custard—”

“Oh my god, stop!” Kyungsoo buried his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment, making you burst out laughing aloud as you fully wrapped your arms around his back and held him to you. His voice was muffled as he mumbled, “Most of those things aren’t even whipped.”

“I know!” You laughed again and pulled him away enough from you to look at his face. His cheeks were faintly rosy and it reminded you of last night again.

His voice is grumpy as he asks, “What else did I say last night?”

“A lot of things,” you teased, grinning as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Enough to torture you for at least a decade.” You gasp exaggeratedly, raising your voice dramatically as you wonder aloud, “Who would have ever thought that Korea’s favourite actor Do Kyungsoo who has an internal breakdown every time he has to do aegyo and act cute was actually so cheesy and corny? That he would look me in the eyes, with his chest out while proudly saying that he is whipped for me like my whipped cream, that he would rather eat me than my custard—”

Kyungsoo grabbed your face then and shutting you up by kissing you again. You grinned against his mouth as he wrapped his arms fully around your waist, lifting you up against the door so that your legs curl around his lean hips.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You murmured into the kiss.

“Yeah, for you,” he countered, kissing your jawline. His husky voice right in your ear made the small hairs on the back of your neck rise as he groaned, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?”

“Mm, show me,” you hummed, taking his face into your hands again as you kissed him harder. You thought Kyungsoo would lead you to the couch but he carries you to your bedroom instead, laying you down on the edge so that your legs are hanging off the edge of the bed. You blink up at him, pouting slightly as you clutch the front of your shirt—his shirt. Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow then, smirking slightly as he asks, “In a hurry, are we?”

“You think you’re the only one who’s been waiting forever?” You retort, using your elbows to push yourself back further up the mattress. You grab his hand and yank him harshly towards you, making him stumble slightly as he almost fell over your body while you started lifting his shirt off of him.

Kyungsoo raises his arms, helping you pull off the thin shirt and you immediately grab his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed beneath you. He blinks up at you in surprise as you throw your leg over his waist to straddle him, his gaze questioning as he looks at the blouse that you still had on.

“I’m going to be so late for work,” you muttered, pulling the blouse off your neck and throwing it across the room as Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at you.

“Chanyeol can hold the fort down for one day, Y/N,” he snorts as he sits upright against the headboard to grab your hips and seat you on his lap properly. You feel the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants brush against your clothed core and your lips part open of their own accord, making him smirk almost dangerously at you as he murmurs, “Has anyone told you that you’re a workaholic, babygirl?”

The word is so foreign from his lips, his expression so foreign yet familiar as he gripped your hips tightly to adjust you right over the tent in his pants. He leans forward and kisses you with an almost vehement fervour, trailing his hungry mouth over your cheeks, jawline and down the curve of your neck. You sigh softly, eyes closing and head arching back as you feel his plush mouth suck on the sensitive soft spot on your throat, his tongue licking incessantly.

Kyungsoo’s hands move almost unnoticeably, curving around your back to unclasp your bra as he marks up your neck. There’s a fire coursing through your body, making you feel as if you’d been plugged into a circuit—every place on your body that he was touching; his lips, his fingers, his firm thighs spread beneath your own, his warm breath were all sending crackles and tingles of electricity through your veins.

You could feel the outline of his hardness against your thin shorts now, your wet heat pressed right up against him and his fingers expertly pull the bra off your body. His cool fingers are cupping your breasts then, thumbs stroking your nipples experimentally as he teasingly thrusts his hips up into you.

A loud moan leaves your lips unintentionally at the sparks of arousal ignited by his touch and your eyes snap open as you hear yourself, feeling Kyungsoo still slightly beneath you at the very porn-star-like noise that you’d just made.

He pulls away from your neck to look up at your wide eyes and you’re already opening your mouth to apologise, feeling the embarrassment swallowing you but he grabs the side of your neck then, kissing you fiercely.

“You sound so fucking beautiful,” he groaned huskily, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, his voice a breathy whisper as he said, “To think that I could have been hearing those moans all this time.”

Your heart swells with an emotion that you can’t quite describe, an overwhelming need to feel as much of him taking over your senses as you crash your lips to his heatedly. Kyungsoo responds immediately, kissing you back just as hard as his fingers continue playing with your breasts and tweaking the nipples while you moan just for him.

Your own hand that had been on his chest lowers down his torso and slips underneath the elastic band of his sweatpants. Your fingers immediately wrap around his length, eliciting a groan at the back of his throat as you smile into the kiss while stroking him up and down.

Lips latching onto the spot beneath his ear, you kiss and suck at the skin gently while pressing him back against the headboard. Teasingly, you explore his length leisurely with your hand and feel the way that it is already slick with pre-cum, using your thumb to spread the fluid around the slit.

You gasp against his neck when his hands tighten harshly around your breasts, fingers squeezing your nipple roughly enough that you felt it all the way in your throbbing pussy. Quickening the pace of your wrist, you continue circling the soft bulbous head of his dick with your thumb while he gropes your breasts. You pull away then to look at him, watching the way his chest heaves with the movement of your hand and his eyes flutter dazedly at you.

His gaze is unfocused and you lean forward then, kissing him as you start stroking his length with repeated up-and-down motions. Kyungsoo grabs your wrist then, stopping you and he pulls away from your mouth enough to say, “You’re going to make me cum like this.”

Kyungsoo’s hands find your hips then, tugging at the black shorts that you had on and you let him slip his hands beneath the waistband, pulling both your shorts and panties down your bare thighs. You raise your ass off his lap and yank the material from around your ankles hurriedly before straddling him again.

You grab his erection then, holding your breath and watch Kyungsoo’s face, noticing the awe on his face as you rub his head over your slit that was glistening with arousal.

“Oh fuck,” he curses lowly as you guide his dick inside you, the head parting open your dripping slit and your eyes were already fluttering at the immense pleasure you felt with just his tip inside you. You didn’t even realise the way you’d been whimpering until Kyungsoo shifts his gaze higher to watch your face, staring at you as you arched your head back while slowly pushing yourself down onto his length.

Your free hand is on his shoulder, his own wrapped around your wrist as you whimpered his name breathily when you feel his thick length stretching your tight walls open in the most pleasurable way. Kyungsoo’s arms wrap around your waist then as you begin moving up and down on his lap, riding his dick at an already speedy pace while you felt your lower abdomen tighten with arousal.

His plush lips latched onto your breast then and you moaned loudly, grabbing the back of his head and holding it to your chest as he sucked your nipple into his warm mouth. The wet warmth of his tongue and lips, along with the way his dick felt inside you as the tip brushed against your clit with every movement you made all had you soon trembling on his lap as you tried to reach both your highs.

Growing impatient, Kyungsoo grabs your hips then and pulls you off of his length, making you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your walls desperately clenching around nothing. He shifts you around so that you’re lying back on the mattress, hands quickly removing the sweatpants that he still had on before crawling back atop you and spreading your legs wide.

His eyes are dark and heavy as they watch your face clearer then, memorising the way your lids flutter when he pushes his dick into your throbbing wetness again. You mewl softly as he fills you up again, already addicted to the way he feels inside you as you wrap your arms around his back.

You don’t get a moment longer to relish in the feeling as Kyungsoo immediately starts moving his hips at a quick and snappy pace against you, thrusting into you roughly enough that you can hear the echoes of skin slapping against skin. The wet squelching noises of your core become louder with every thrust, your walls tightening with the looming orgasm as he fucks you and you don’t realise how loud you are until he lowers his face to your chest.

Walls clenching around him tightly as if to suck him inside you, he groans at how utterly tight you feel as he thrusts faster. Your pussy convulses as his teeth sinks into your sore breast, Kyungsoo realising how sensitive you are over there by the way your body instantly reacts to him as you feel yourself finally fall off the edge.

Your nails are digging into his back and you groan as Kyungsoo’s hips stutter against yours, the rapid way that your pussy clenches and unclenches around him as you cum setting off his own orgasm. You gasp as you feel his warm heat flood into your slickness, filling you up as he continues sloppily thrusting to draw out both your orgasms.

You’re whining his name into his flushed neck as you slowly come down from your high, hand lowering to the small of his back as he collapses on top of you. He buries his face in your shoulder, breathing hard as you wrap your other hand around the back of his head while trying to catch your own breath. Feeling him soften inside you, he begins to pull away slightly but you wrap your leg around him and push him to his side so that he is still inside you with your body still pressed up against him.

You’d always thought Kyungsoo looked beautiful but you don’t think you’d ever seen him as radiant as he was right now, basking in a post-orgasm glow as he smiles at you. His gaze is filled with so much warmth and affection, the same expression that he’d had yesterday at the club when he’d first seen you and you feel shy all over again.

“Hi,” you mutter embarrassedly and Kyungsoo laughs softly, nudging your nose with his own.

“Hi,” he teases back, grinning.

He wraps his arm around your waist then, pulling you to his chest and you snuggle in that familiar warmth, smiling when you feel him bury his nose in your hair and inhale, remembering his drunken words from earlier.

‘You smell like happiness. Like home’.

You tightened your arms around Kyungsoo then, finally being able to realise the emotions that you always felt around him, that you always felt with him and that you felt now when you held him. The way that your heart had always swelled with every touch and gaze of his, that indescribable happiness that took over your entire body every time that he came back from a shoot and you had your arms around him again.

Best friend or boyfriend, Kyungsoo was your happiness.

He was your home.

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